"Pfft!"
Ning Xiaochuan drove his blade into the yellow sand, producing the sound of steel piercing flesh.
A crimson fountain of blood surged from beneath the sand.
Just as Ning Xiaochuan was about to withdraw his blade, another blade stabbed out from the desert, thrusting toward his throat.
The blade's edge was about to slit Ning Xiaochuan's throat.
Ning Xiaochuan spat out a wave of sound. Like heavenly thunder crashing down, it boomed, shaking up the yellow sand and forming a whirlwind.
The God-Slaying Battalion soldier buried beneath the yellow sand was shaken to death alive by the sound wave.
The blade tip stopped beside Ning Xiaochuan's neck. Just one inch farther, and it could have killed him.
"Swoosh!"
Ning Xiaochuan pulled the Dragon-Slaying Blade from the corpse and transformed into a Seven-Colored Streamer once more, fleeing at top speed. He gave them no chance to surround him.
Once the God-Slaying Battalion surrounded him, he would truly be dead for certain.
Ning Xiaochuan had suffered no small losses at the hands of the God-Slaying Battalion at first. But after fighting them many times, he came to understand their methods of battle and could deal with their Forbidden Artifacts with ease.
After all, Ning Xiaochuan's cultivation was not weaker than theirs. His foundation was solid, and his mystic qi was deep and abundant.
They were powerful because of their combat experience and their methods of killing.
In those two aspects, Ning Xiaochuan was still far inferior to them.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
Ning Xiaochuan was struck by more than forty blades in succession. His entire body was covered in blood, his long hair hanging loose, making him look like a man drenched in blood.
The most terrifying wound had pierced through Ning Xiaochuan's lung. His body was wounded everywhere, nearly reduced to