Boom——!
Three spirit swords cried out in unison.
Their respective masters also spat out blood one after another.
“Hold on!” Xu An roared, pushing his hands upward as if trying to prop up the sky.
Zhen He remained silent, but his black hair gradually turned white.
Duan Feng’s blood-red eyes stared fiercely at the demon cultivator’s remains: “Break it for me ——!”
The sword intent of the three became one.
The curtain of swords suddenly collapsed into a three-zhang sword energy, carrying their own vital essence and blood, slicing the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator’s remains far away.
The sword energy slashed again.
Crack——!
The originally solid demon array finally cracked open.
All this happened too fast, from Xu An activating the array to the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator’s remains making a move, it took only two or three breaths of time.
Only now did the Sword Pavilion disciples realize what the three personal disciples were doing.
At the moment the barrier of demonic qi cracked, under the guidance of the sword formation, the hundred swords worn by the Sword Pavilion disciples simultaneously unsheathed and floated in the air.
The surging tide of demonic energy at the gap was forcibly split open by the barrier formed by flying swords.
Duan Feng, mouth full of blood, shouted fiercely: “Go!”
The demon cultivator’s remains rushed forward again, and the overwhelming demonic flames condensed into a fist smashing onto the sword formation.
Boom——!
The Ice Spirit Sword started to show fine cracks from the tip, just like Duan Feng’s bleeding skin.
Zhen He was already kneeling half-way, yet he still held up the collapsing core of the array with his spine.
A gray-robed disciple suddenly knelt down and bowed: “If the senior brother does not leave, how can we live alone!?”
Before the words had finished, he was struck out of the gap by Xu An’s sword energy: “Fool! Do you want our vital essence and blood to be wasted in vain!”
At the edge of the great array, disciples of other sects had already taken advantage of the gap forcibly opened by the Three Talents Sword Array to flee.
But the Sword Pavilion disciples were rooted to the spot as if nailed there.
An Heartless Cliff disciple tightly gripped Duan Feng’s bloody sleeve: “When the Sword Pavilion was founded, the founding patriarch established a rule that no coward would abandon his fellow disciples and escape! Senior Brother, have you forgotten what the Ancestor said to us that day?”
Behind her, the Sword Pavilion disciples all drew their swords at once, the cold light reflecting so strongly that the demonic qi around them seemed to pause for a moment.
Duan Feng’s throat was filled with blood, his left eye having been crushed into minced meat by the pressure transmitted from the sword formation long ago.
He pointed his fingers together and pressed them against the disciple’s acupoint, sealing his meridians instantly: “Today, the one who breaks the rules is the senior brother. It has nothing to do with you!”
Suddenly, a disciple stood up and rushed toward the core of the array, wanting to sacrifice himself to strengthen the Three Talents Sword Array.
But Zhen He struck him on the back of the neck with the sheath of his sword —— the spirit sword named Cangyun trembled like a leaf in the wind at this moment.
“Go!” Seeing the demon cultivator’s remains rushing over again.
Xu An formed hand seals, several array patterns appearing under the feet of the surrounding disciples.
These Sword Pavilion disciples hadn’t realized they had been teleported outside the demon array.
Changing the killing array into a transfer array, even changing only the array core where he was located meant that he would bear seventy percent of the power from the punch of the demon cultivator’s remains.
Zhen He raised his sleeve, sweeping up a ten-zhang wave of air, directly throwing the most stubborn few disciples out of the demon array.
“Senior Brother Duan!” Duan Feng looked at the female disciple holding onto his sleeve, whose five fingers were bloody and torn but still refused to let go. For the first time, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He touched the tear-streaked face, his hand sliding down, then forcefully pushed her out of the demon array.
In the void, only a stern rebuke remained: “Whoever looks back today does not deserve to call me senior brother!”
When the last piece of clothing disappeared at the edge of the demon array, Zhen He fell to his knees with a thud, the Zangyun Sword beside him broken into two pieces.
Duan Feng’s Ice Spirit Sword became fragments scattered on the ground, his whole body looking like a corpse fished out of blood water, but he sat upright.
Xu An looked at the empty center of the array and smiled faintly, his trembling fingers still pinching the array plate.
At this moment, the Three Talents Sword Array was already on the verge of collapse.
Outside the sword array, there were not one but two demon cultivator remains.
Master Huikong originally wanted to awaken a third demon cultivator remains wielding a knife, but for some unknown reason, that demon cultivator remains didn’t respond at all.
Fortunately, dealing with the three personally taught disciples of the Sword Pavilion, even two Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators were an exaggeration.
“Senior Brother.” Xu An gave a bitter laugh, holding the broken Lingxian Sword, supporting his precarious body: “Sword cultivators, people exist as long as the sword exists, when the sword breaks, the person breaks… Our swords, are broken.”
“Junior Brother Xu An’s words are incorrect.” Zhen He stood up, coldly staring at the two demon cultivator remains hovering above their heads: “Do the two junior brothers remember what the Ancestor said?”
From the ruined throat of Duan Feng came a hoarse roar.
“If one day, our swords break… then, use bones as swords, blood as edges, soul as fire!”
The three stood side by side.
Around them were disciples from other sects who were scared out of their wits by the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains.
Behind them, the demon array was slowly closing.
Outside the crack, there were the sorrowful eyes of the Sword Pavilion disciples. They all wanted to use their strength to maintain the gap, but it was futile.
“The Sword Pavilion’s ten-thousand-year inheritance has never relied on any world-famous sword.” Xu An spoke loudly, “but on the sword bone that insists on moving forward even in death!”
“Today, I, the eldest disciple of the Concealed Sword Peak – Zhen He, will transform my body into a sword!”
“Today, I, the eldest disciple of the Heartless Cliff – Duan Feng, will transform my body into a sword!”
“Today, I, the eldest disciple of the Lingyun Peak – Xu An, will transform my… body into a sword!”
“Three swords merge into one!”
Xu An, Zhen He, and Duan Feng faced the two incoming Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains,
their eyes burning with fearlessness and the determination to die.
The three harmonized their voices, which sounded like the ringing of a sword.
“Sword Formation!”
“Activate——!”
…
Qin Luofeng died.
He didn’t die in the attack of the two Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator remains.
He died under the Divine Ability of Master Huikong – Great Sun Diamond Dharma Seal.
That giant palm glowing with soft Buddha light should have landed on the demon cultivator remains, but instead smashed fiercely onto his chest.
Facing the shocked and horrified eyes of the surrounding disciples.
Master Huikong only joined his palms, a look of compassion and regret appearing on his handsome face like a woman’s.
“Amitabha, this poor monk originally intended to liberate the demon cultivator remains, but alas, Qin Daoist insisted on walking into it himself. This poor monk… has sinned.”
He lifted his gaze to look at the disciples of various sects.
These disciples were among the most elite of each sect.
Among them were no shortage of single spirit root cultivators, special constitutions, and young talents with powerful dantians.
Indeed, none of these young talents could compare to him and Song Chiyue individually.
But, more than ten years ago, he and Song Chiyue actually weren’t as talented as some of these disciples.
Talents can be pieced together – just like him and Song Chiyue.
Actually, he wasn’t Huikong, and Song Chiyue wasn’t Song Chiyue.
Just to hide, they had to bear the names of these two young disciples.
Play the role of genius disciples from the Holy Land, becoming the trendsetters pursued by various sects.
It’s time to reap.
“In order to make up for this poor monk’s sins, this poor monk will personally rescue all of you!”
Master Huikong acted decisively. There was a spatial Xumi Ring with immense capacity on his finger, capable of storing living beings.
The unconscious or severely injured disciples were thrown into the Xumi Ring, while ordinary disciples without any value were left to the demon cultivator remains to deal with.
At the edge of the demon array.
Song Chiyue looked at the three unconscious personal disciples of the Sword Pavilion and sneered: “Good, good, good, all three have superior dantians and sword spirit roots… Xu An has a Spiritual Origin Physique, Duan Feng has a Crimson Heart Physique, and Zhen He has an Innate Sword Body! No wonder there have been so few young talents appearing in recent years, turns out they’ve all been gathered by the Sword Pavilion?”
“Unfortunately, Yue Qianchi isn’t among them.”
Master Huikong frowned as he watched the four demon cultivator remains slaughtering in the crowd, looking around.
“Strange! This poor monk clearly remembers that one of the demon cultivator remains was a blade cultivator…”
“Where did it go?”
