"Pfft!"
The demon wore an expression of extreme terror and immediately slammed his right hand viciously against his chest.
A mouthful of blood essence shot out like an arrow. As soon as it left his mouth, it transformed into a blood-red barrier before him, enveloping him within.
It looked incomparably solid, enough to withstand the attacks of a late Core Formation cultivator. Yet upon contact with the rain of swords, it was torn apart as easily as paper. The sword rain did not slow in the slightest as it engulfed the demon.
"Young Master, save me!"
Helpless, the demon's face filled with despair. Yet struggling was useless. More than a hundred sword lights flashed in succession, and a rain of blood fell as mutilated remains scattered everywhere.
The entire process sounded complicated, but it had taken no more than an instant.
While unleashing the Qing Feng Sword, Su Changqing had not remained idle. With a flash, he shot toward another demon cultivator.
It was a bizarre-looking fellow, thin as a bamboo pole and resembling a corpse.
Of course, Su Changqing did not care what he looked like. In Su Changqing's eyes, he was already dead. After another flash, Su Changqing appeared before the demon.
Perhaps because of the cultivation technique he practiced, the demon's face was completely expressionless. Only his hands moved like phantoms, sending countless pitch-black demonic lights surging toward Su Changqing.
In an instant, the claw lights packed together densely, forming a huge black net that wrapped around Su Changqing.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"
Su Changqing snorted coldly. Then the sound of cracking bones rang out. Black light flickered around Su Changqing's fists, while strange demonic mist swirled around his body as well.
Facing the claw lights, he neither dodged nor evaded. He even withdrew the Six Harmonies Mirror