Chapter 37 - Counter Kill Qi Condensation Ten Layers!

“Kill!”

With a sweep of his long sword, Li Changqing pounced like a fierce tiger, showing no mercy, determined to cut down Ling Feng beneath his blade!

Ling Feng’s eyes sparkled with a cold, penetrating chill.

He who brings disaster upon himself deserves his fate!

He swung his sword!

Sword Qi burst forth, transforming into specks of stars, directy striking towards Li Changqing’s heart.

Li Changqing’s desire to kill was overpowering; his sword crazily slashed down, the pale blue transformed into a killing breeze, the sword light flickered, splitting into eight unpredictable forms.

This was a sword technique of the Wind Element!

Ling Feng did not meet the attack head-on and dodged Li Changqing’s sword with a movement technique; another sword strike followed close behind him, and the remaining disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect also abandoned their encirclement to join Li Changqing in the assault.

In an instant, sword Qi surged from all direction, every step fraught with lethality!

With a tap of a foot, Ling Feng performed a beautiful backflip in mid-air, his body light as dandelion fluff on the wind, narrowly escaping the streaking sword Qi.

On his face, and on his arms, fine bloodlines appeared, marks from the cuts of sword Qi.

However, at the moment he leaped to the highest point, his long sword swept horizontally, releasing bursts of sword Qi, freezing all disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect except Li Changqing, who stood immobile as if time had stopped, holding their final sword move position, their pupils filled with confusion and fear.

“Hisss!”

The next moment, a faint red mark appeared on their necks, followed by blood spraying out, as they all fell to the ground in unison.

Another strike, four disciples of the enemy, all killed by the sword of Ling Feng.

“You bastard!

I’ll kill you!”

Seeing his junior brothers and sisters dead by Ling Feng’s hand, Li Changqing was enraged, his true Qi erupting to its peak, his long sword, infused with his true Qi, bursting with a blinding green light, rippling outwards.

“Die!

Die!

Die!”

Li Changqing’s long sword danced wildly, slashing out more than a dozen green sword lights, all aimed at Ling Feng, each containing fierce lethality that could easily kill a ninth-level Qi Condensation martial artist.

However, Ling Feng was no ordinary martial artist.

Under the Heavenly Dao Eye, Ling Feng saw through every move, every flaw, every weakness of his opponent.

Without dodging in the slightest, Ling Feng slightly lifted his sword.

This was the starting posture of the Dusk Sword Technique.

To kill the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect with their own swordsmanship felt fitting— “they died as they lived,” so to speak.

Buzz!

The long sword vibrated gently as Ling Feng, following its momentum, slashed out, his blade creating dozens of sword flowers that intertwined with Li Changqing’s Sword Qi.

Sword shadows and lights collided, the clanging of metal exceedingly harsh.

“Killing six disciples of our Liuyun Sword Sect, you beast, your sins are unforgivable, I will tear you to pieces!” Li Changqing’s face twisted malevolently, his sword as wild as ever, the dense green Sword Qi looked like more than a dozen arms waving long swords simultaneously, each strike deadly!

This Li Changqing, truly deserving of his reputation as a genius of the Liuyun Sword Sect’s Inner Sect, was the strongest swordsman Ling Feng had encountered among the young generation.

“From the moment you attacked me, you sealed your fate!” Ling Feng’s gaze was cold and ruthless, his countering sword strikes unhindered.

“Go to hell!

Gale Absolute Kill!”

Li Changqing’s handsome face was completely twisted together, appearing ferocious and terrifying, his eyes bulging as if he were a malevolent spirit choosing its victim.

He gripped his long sword tightly and chopped fiercely downward.

A violent tornado shredded the air before him, and everything around seemed to twist and shatter within that vigorous wind!

This was Li Changqing’s strongest killing move; the ground cracked open inch by inch as if plowed by a giant blade, the wild wind whipping up a sky full of sand and dust, darkening the entire space.

Ling Feng’s eyelids twitched at the power of the move, which had exceeded his own Star Illusion Annihilation Kill.

Ling Feng asked himself, even if he pushed the Shattering Star Sword Technique to the limit, he couldn’t unleash such power.

However, no matter how powerful an attack is, if it doesn’t hit its target, it’s futile!

Ling Feng activated the Rapid Light Step, merging it with Chasing Cloud Steps into a brand-new movement technique.

Pushed to the extreme, Ling Feng turned into a blur, evading the chaotic wind which couldn’t keep up with his speed.

He retreated while his right eye’s Heavenly Dao Divine Pattern condensed, searching for the weakness in Li Changqing’s Gale Absolute Kill.

“There, that’s the spot!”

Suddenly, Ling Feng’s vision cleared, he didn’t retreat but advanced, crashing directly into the eye of the tornado.

His upper garments were instantly shredded, and wind blades cut deep gashes across Ling Feng’s body, blood flowing freely.

Yet, within the center of the tornado, Ling Feng stood unshaken, his long sword raised high.

The blade flashed red, turning crimson under his Fiery Flame True Qi.

“Blood-colored Setting Sun!”

With a thunderous shout filled with killing intent!

A red Sword Qi sliced the tornado in half, the wild wind flared outwards, catching a row of large trees.

Ling Feng’s Sword Qi pierced straight through the void, directly stabbing through Li Changqing’s chest!

Li Changqing’s body froze mid-air.

His eyes, filled with disbelief, were fixed on Ling Feng.

“Shh!”

Blood spurted from his chest, his body cut in half from the sword wound, falling to the ground with two thuds.

“How could—this be possible?”

Li Changqing’s eyes widened, unbelieving even in his final moment, that he could die at the hands of a mere Qi Condensation Seventh Stage disciple from the Wenxian Sect. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NovᴇlFire(.)nᴇt

“Huff—huff—”

Ling Feng landed from the air, gasping heavily, blood still oozing from his wounds.

The final strike was indeed a risky one, but without taking risks, he might have missed the chance to kill Li Changqing.

Indeed, it was difficult for Li Changqing to kill him, but if Li Changqing had tried to escape, Ling Feng would definitely be unable to stop him.

If Li Changqing had managed to escape, he would have left endless troubles for Ling Feng.

After resting for a moment, Ling Feng regained a bit of his strength and extracted the Golden Needle he carried with him to stop the bleeding and heal his injuries.

These were just superficial wounds and would heal before long.

Next, he found his Spatial Bag not far off on a tree branch, blown away by the violent wind.

He took out a hide, crudely cut it, and fashioned a hide vest to cover his upper body.

Though it wasn’t very stylish, it was better than running around bare-chested.

Then, it was time to harvest.

These disciples from the Liuyun Sword Sect were not weak, and likely had some valuable things on them.