Chapter 537 - Chapter 537: 535. The Mantis Stalks the Cicada
Chapter 537: 535. The Mantis Stalks the Cicada
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That dazzling light was clearly a sword light.
However, it was different from the Heavenly River, the Blood River, and the Nether River. It was like lightning and thunder.
The power concept within it seemed to be similar to the cage that blocked Yan Mingkong and the other two.
However, the power within was much stronger.
Chen Luoyang’s clone, Daoist Banhai, looked into the distance and saw a skinny middle-aged man dressed in strange clothes charging towards Xue Yeyu and them.
Before he arrived, the other party slashed out with his sword and arrived in front of Yan Mingkong in an instant.
Looking at his appearance and cultivation, the current leader of the Azure Haze Clan was undoubtedly Cang Lan Tie.
This man was at the 18th level, the peak of the Martial Saint Realm. He was one of the few experts in the Wilderness below the tribe leader and queen, and he ruled an area alone.
He must have received a message from the clansmen who were monitoring Blood Night Rain and sensed that something was wrong, so he came personally.
For many years, the Heavenly River and the Blood River had been the most respected in the Sword Dao in the Mortal World.
Other than the two rivers, there were naturally other famous sword-arts sects, but aside from Swordmaster Darknorth, who was as talented as Bamboo Nails, there were no other sword-arts sects that could be compared to the two rivers.
However, it was not as if there were no outstanding people.
Ashen Mist Iron of the Wilderness was one of the few sword experts outside the two rivers.
He was a talented person, and he constantly improved on the foundation of the absolute arts passed down by the Azure Haze Clan. His swordsmanship was famous in the Heavenly South, and he didn’t lose out even when facing most of the experts of the two rivers.
At this moment, the power of his sword, which was at the eighteenth realm, was even stronger than Xue Yeyu’s.
Even Yan Mingkong could only stop and brandish the Styx Sword to block Canglan Tie’s attack.
However, at this moment, Daoist Banhai, who had been watching the show, suddenly moved.
He sped up and approached Xue Yeyu, who was getting weaker and weaker due to his injuries.
Ashen Mist Tie was expressionless. He was just like his name, like a stone. Lightning bolts struck down one after another like heavenly punishment. There seemed to be no gap between them as they landed on the ground at the same time. While attacking Yan Mingkong, they also swept Chen Luoyang’s clone, Daoist Banhai, into it.
Daoist Banhai was unmoved. Purple clouds spread out from his body.
The lightning-like sword light slashed into the purple qi, as if it had collided with something, emitting intense sounds of metal colliding.
In the purple clouds, there seemed to be a dragon-shaped shadow swimming back and forth.
Canglan Tie frowned.
What was it?
This Daoist attacked in many different ways.
It seemed to be the direct descendant of the orthodox Taoist sect of the Green
Bull Temple, but it also seemed to be different. The purple qi revealed the qi of the true dragon, and the saber intent was cold. It was like the Dragon Emperor Heavenly Peak, which was the direct descendant of the Western Qin royal family, but it also felt specious.
Who was this guy?
In comparison, Yan Mingkong, who was on the other side, had a much clearer idea.
His sword technique should have originated from the Netherworld…
There was a reason why he came to find Xue Yeyu. The black-clothed young man that Xue Yeyu brought along had lost consciousness. Could it be the key?
As Ashen Mist Tie pondered, his hands did not stop, and his sword struck out in succession.
He could roughly estimate that Yan Mingkong’s swordsmanship was extremely strong. He was only at the sixteenth realm, but he did not seem to be at a disadvantage after receiving his sword.
The evil and overbearing Nether Sword Art was even stronger than the rumors said. It even gave him a headache at the eighteenth level.
However, it was obvious that Yan Mingkong could not use such an overbearing sword technique many times.
If she wanted to fight with a peak Martial Saint, perhaps an instant burst of power was enough, but it was difficult to last long. If she could not determine the winner after a few more rounds, it would be difficult for her in the future.
Canglan Tie’s eyes were sharp. After seeing through this, he attacked faster and faster, not giving Yan Mingkong a chance to catch his breath.
He didn’t relax his grip on Daoist Banhai either. He increased the strength in his hand, wanting to see how capable and powerful this sloppy Daoist was.
Blood Night Rain’s Canglan Tie saved him and he hurriedly continued to flee.
However, just as the two sides were about to engage in another battle, a few bright sword lights descended from the sky.
A group of Heavenly River experts had also arrived.
First, a bright moon descended. The light was cold and dreamy, making it difficult to fathom.
The dense sword qi within seemed to be fake but also real.
It was as if it was illusory and did not exist in this world. It was like an illusion.
However, it made one’s heart palpitate faintly, as if it contained the majestic power of plucking the stars and moving the moon.
“What are the people from the Heavenly River doing in the Wilderness?” Canglan Tie frowned.
The newcomer was one of the few old masters in the Heavenly River. He was also a peak Martial Saint of the eighteenth realm like Canglan Tie. He had comprehended the Book of Heavenly Sword and walked the path of the Illusion Moon. He was the person with the highest achievement in the Martial Saint Realm in the inheritance of the sword way in the Heavenly River.
An old woman’s voice came from the hazy moonlight. I’m here for the remnants of the Blood River, for the Netherworld Poison Stream, and also for the disciples of our sect. ‘
Ashen Mist Iron’s expression remained unchanged as he said coldly, ‘”‘ There are no people from the Blood River or disciples of the Heavenly River here. As for someone who is proficient in the Nether Sword Technique, there is indeed one.
As he spoke, he slashed at Yan Mingkong.
Yan Mingkong was also expressionless. He swung his sword and retaliated, not caring that his Nether Sword Technique was displayed in front of others.
Chen Luoyang’s clone, Daoist Banhai, smiled and pointed in the direction where Blood Night Rain had disappeared. “” Xue Yeyu and Jie Xingmang went that way. Xue Yeyu is heavily injured. If we hurry, we can still catch up.
Under the hazy moonlight, Elder Tianhe said, ‘”‘Thank you for your guidance, Daoist Priest.”
But as she spoke, she did not move.
A few sword energies that were slightly slower than her passed by them and chased after Xue Yeyu and Jie Xingmang.
“This is the territory of my Azure Haze Race,” Ashen Haze Tie said expressionlessly.
The sword radiance was like a thunderbolt, spreading and running in the sky like countless lightning dragons shuttling through the clouds.
However, these lightning dragons were intercepted by the hazy moonlight one after another.
In the moonlight, Elder Tianhe’s voice came out, Please forgive us for disturbing you. However, the two people who escaped are of great importance. We can only offend them today. ‘
Canglan Tie slowly exhaled. He retracted his sword light and was no longer distracted. He focused all his sharpness and was on guard against the three opponents in front of him.
The icy blue light in Yan Mingkong’s eyes was also flashing non-stop. He was adjusting his breathing while looking at the two Martial Saints at the peak of the eighteenth level.
She could keenly sense that while Canglan Tie was on guard against Elder Tianhe, he was also staring at her and Daoist Banhai.
Similarly, Elder Tianhe did not just stop Canglan Tie.
If Yan Mingkong and Taoist Banhai wanted to leave, they would also be attacked by Elder Tianhe.
The three parties were in a deadlock.
Of course, it could also be four sides…
Yan Mingkong looked at Taoist Banhai calmly.
The other party’s expression was still relaxed.
In reality, Chen Luoyang was very relaxed right now.
This was because his original body was leading Su Ye, Ning Jiuwei, and the others from another direction. They were heading deep into the territory of the Azure Haze Race, and like the Sky River Descendants, they were searching for Xue Yeyu and Jie Xingmang.
He even had the time to observe Elder Tianhe, who was confronting them and Canglan Tie, through Daoist Banhai’s perspective.
This should be the leader of the Sky River Branch who led the team to the Wilderness this time.
However, he wasn’t completely sure if there were other Sky River experts who had secretly come.
This was especially true for the old Sword Immortal. Should he make a move and personally visit the Wildlands?
On the surface, the leader of the team was the elder of the Illusory Moon faction. It seemed that the Little Sword Immortal Shen Tianzhao was not here.
Normally speaking, the top elders of the 18th realm of the various Holy Lands were mostly recuperating and cultivating. Unless there was something particularly important, they would not easily leave the mountain.
In today’s situation, there was a high chance that the Little Sword Immortal was leading the team.
He was not going to see anyone now. Compared to moving secretly alone, it was more likely that he would stay at the Sky River Mountain Gate.
The poisonous thorn that Wang Ditong had planted in Blood River Ancestor’s body was still effective.
Madam Poisonous Dragon’s whereabouts were unknown again, making it difficult for Little Sword Immortal to pull out the thorn.
He needed to cultivate in the mountain gate, and the old sword immortal did not dare to let him out.
Chen Luoyang pondered as he looked at the horizon.
Over there, a few sword lights could be vaguely seen streaking across the sky.
Everyone was about to catch up to the injured Blood Night Rain.
The injuries that Yan Mingkong had inflicted on him would only worsen if he could not recuperate.
While Xue Yeyu was cursing Yan Mingkong in his heart, he could only grit his teeth and endure the pain. Then, he fled with Xie Xingmang.
He had not lost hope.
Since Canglan Tie had personally stepped out, the clan leader naturally wouldn’t be a lone commander.
All the capable people he could gather at the moment must have been alarmed today and rushed over together.
However, Ashen Mist Tie’s cultivation was the highest, so he hurried over at full speed, leaving the experts under his command behind.
It was also thanks to the timely arrival of the Ashen Mist Iron, otherwise Xue Yeyu would have died under Yan Mingkong’s sword.
At this moment, Yan Mingkong had been intercepted by the Canglan Tie, but the people from the Heavenly River were chasing after him. Therefore, Xue Yeyu could only keep running, hoping to find other experts of the Canglan Clan.
Not everyone in the Azure Haze Clan knew that he was living in seclusion here, but at least some of the top experts knew about it. If they found him now, they might be able to save his life.
Just as the blood river was about to be caught up by the celestial river, a lightning-like radiance finally lit up in front of them.
The group of experts from the Azure Haze Race finally arrived in time.
Although Xue Yeyu was full of doubts, the people from the Heavenly River had entered the Wilderness and entered deep into the territory of the Azure Haze Race. The Azure Haze Race naturally would not give in easily. They had to chase the evil guest out first.
However, Blood Night Rain was also intercepted by them, and there were experts specially watching him, so he didn’t need to escape in the chaos.
Xue Yeyu felt helpless, so he simply calmed down and sat cross-legged on the spot. He used his own sword will to resist the Sword Qi of the Netherworld River that had invaded his body, preventing the ice crystals on his body from spreading further and preventing his injuries from worsening.
The people of the Heavenly River saw that Xue Yeyu and Xie Xingmang were right in front of them, so of course, they were not willing to retreat.
Especially when Tao WangJi and his disciple looked at Xie Xingmang, they instantly held their breaths.
“Our disciples were captured by the remnants of the Blood River. Please spare them.” An old man in white from the Heavenly River camp calmed down and said slowly.
Chen Luoyang’s figure was hidden in the distance as he quietly watched the confrontation between the Celestial River and the Wilderness..