Were they trying to surround and kill him?
Qin Shaofeng's heart tightened, but his expression remained calm. If he showed even the slightest fear now, Dong Long's attacks would only grow fiercer.
He could not afford the slightest lapse in the coming assault. One misstep would mean eternal damnation. Faced with attacks from both sides, a trace of resolve flashed through his eyes.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the Blood Python's crimson tongue flickering as its ghastly white fangs came crashing down amid a foul wind.
At that critical moment, he abruptly turned his blade, borrowing the force of Dong Long's incoming fist wind as the lightning from the Xuan Lightning Sword instantly condensed into a half-moon barrier.
Amid an explosive clang of metal, the barrier barely withstood the giant python's bite, while the collision of fist wind and snake breath created a vortex.
Borrowing the force, his body spun swiftly like a swimming dragon, the sword tip stabbing straight toward the Blood Python's sparsely protected soft belly.
To break this dangerous situation, he had to start with the Blood Python. Though it had supposedly been condensed from blood mist created by one of Dong Long's immortal arts, every strike from the Xuan Lightning Sword had clearly met the resistance of a tangible body.
A thought stirred in his heart. Perhaps this Blood Python was not merely an energy construct, but possessed a core condensed from some sort of essence blood.
As long as he found and destroyed that core, he could dismantle this terrifying Blood Python and break Dong Long and the Blood Python's encirclement.
Fortunately, Qin Shaofeng's sword tore open a sliver of the Blood Python's body!
The Blood Python roared in fury, and Dong Long in the distance also noticed something was wrong. His