A true swordsman could make "sword qi span thirty thousand miles, one flash of sword light chilling nineteen provinces."
Fan Lang's sword possessed just such elegance.
Pfft!
The sword tip pierced through Ling Dongxiao's shoulder blade, and the violent force blew apart his entire shoulder.
That was only because Ling Dongxiao had dodged in time. Had he been even a fraction slower, it would not have been his shoulder that was shattered, but his head.
Ling Dongxiao lost an arm, and his body trembled. He gritted his teeth fiercely and continued dodging, trying to widen the distance between himself and Fan Lang.
There were no restraints on him, while Fan Lang was bound by chains of Heavenly Dao. Yet even under such circumstances, he was still slower than Fan Lang.
The world was impure, the bamboo leaves verdant; the mortal world was unclean, but sword light was pure.
Clear Bamboo Swordplay!
Fan Lang unleashed Feng Liuli's ultimate technique. The four swords in his hands slashed out simultaneously, transforming the air into an emerald bamboo forest. Countless bamboo leaves danced in the wind, every leaf representing a streak of sword qi.
The bamboo leaves became green waves that swept Ling Dongxiao within. Then, a scream rang out from inside, and spurting blood dyed leaf after leaf red.
Some demons and monsters were caught in the crossfire as well, shredded by this attack.
When the spinning bamboo leaves dispersed, a mangled corpse fell from the sky. Ling Dongxiao, the great sect master, was no longer recognizable as human.
In past battles, after killing someone, he would usually collect the spoils. But now he ignored Ling Dongxiao's corpse and let it fall.
Because only one thought remained in his heart: killing. Nothing else could distract him.
Focused killing.
Pure killing.
After consecutively slaying