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In the night sky, several hundred dazzling streaks of sword-light flashed. They gathered together like a raging flood surging forward, and in a single exchange, several Demon Sect cultivators were shredded into blood mist.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The sword-lights crisscrossed in every direction, honed to the absolute limit, worthy of being called unstoppable by anything solid.

Many Demon Sect cultivators and martial artists had not even understood what was happening before the sword-light swept past them. Their heads were severed in an instant, and their bodies collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

"What's going on? Those bastards from the Green Duckweed Sword Sect—how did they get into the mountain?"

"There's a traitor! There's a traitor among us! Someone worked with them from the inside and destroyed the formation base!"

Roars filled with shock and fury rang out across the battlefield, only to be swiftly drowned beneath even more sounds of slaughter and screams.

"Everyone, gather! Gather immediately!"

A roar like sudden thunder erupted.

It was Dongfang Yu!

Yet his voice had only just spread before he was instantly locked onto.

Several incomparably dazzling sword-lights, carrying astonishing power, tore through the void and charged at incredible speed toward Dongfang Yu's location.

Immediately afterward, that direction erupted with a continuous string of violent booms.

Swish, swish, swish!

Streak after streak of sword-light howled and swept toward the area where Lu Lin and the others were.

Several Demon Sect cultivators had only just ridden their ritual artifacts into the air, trying to counterattack or flee, when in the blink of an eye they were swallowed into that surging torrent of sword-light. Their protective spiritual light was as brittle as thin paper, shredded to pieces, leaving behind only a few despairing screams.

The situation had completely spiraled out of control.

The Blood Baleful Demon Sect's side was in utter chaos, everyone panicking in terror.

No one would have imagined that after the Green Duckweed Sword Sect had launched a large-scale assault during the day, they would actually mount another surprise attack at night.

Even less could anyone have imagined that the indestructible Myriad Phenomena Mountain and River Formation would suddenly be broken, allowing countless Green Duckweed Sword Sect cultivators to enter as if passing through uninhabited land and kill their way in like a flood.

The Blood Baleful Demon Sect's side was caught completely off guard and had no time to organize any decent resistance at all. In an instant, they were split apart, trapped in the desperate plight of fighting on their own, constantly surrounded and annihilated in separate groups.

"Go!"

Luo Siqing was extremely decisive. With just one glance, she saw that counterattacking was already futile, and that even lingering for another moment carried the danger of death.

Without the slightest hesitation, she charged swiftly toward the south.

But clearly, she had long since been marked as a key target.

Several dozen sharp sword-lights circled once through the air, then accurately howled after her. Cold killing intent locked firmly onto her.

"It's Luo Siqing!"

"That little chick is known as the Blood Baleful Demon Sect's number one genius of the past thirty years. Don't let her escape!"

"She's mine!"

Voices, some cold and some greedy, echoed through the high sky.

That chilling Sword Qi had yet to reach him, but its pressing edge already made goosebumps rise across Lu Lin's skin.

"Split up. All of you run for your own lives!"

Luo Siqing's cool voice suddenly rang in the ears of Lu Lin and the others.

"Immortal Master!" Fang Hong and the others hesitated when they heard her, uncertainty showing on their faces.

"With too many people, the target is too big, and it'll be harder to escape! On my own, I naturally have methods to get away! Go, now! That's an order!" Luo Siqing shouted coldly. As she spoke, she had already summoned a ritual artifact and was about to pour spiritual power into it and soar into the sky.

"Go by ground! In the air, the target is too big and too conspicuous!" Lu Lin abruptly raised his head and shouted urgently.

Luo Siqing's motion of activating the ritual artifact suddenly paused.

She whipped her head around and gave Lu Lin a deep look. Then she put away the ritual artifact, her figure flickered, and like a ghost, she merged into the night. Using the terrain on the ground as cover, she vanished in an instant.

Lu Lin did not dare delay in the slightest either. He immediately pushed Spirit Cat Step to its limit, blood and qi surging through his body as he sprinted west.

What was worth celebrating was that the Green Duckweed Sword Sect cultivators clearly did not take martial artists like them seriously.

Those several dozen sword-lights kept their attention firmly locked on the fleeing Luo Siqing and chased after her in unison. No one paid any mind to Lu Lin.

This allowed him to charge smoothly into the dense mountain forest.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Overhead, piercing sounds of air being torn apart rang without end. Several dozen sword-lights swept over the treetops like meteors, heading west.

The west isn't safe now either, Lu Lin's thoughts raced like lightning. The Green Duckweed Sword Sect cultivators have killed their way in, and their primary targets are to snipe the Demon Sect Immortal Masters and destroy the formation bases. They entered from the north, which means the east, south, and west are all their targets. Instead, the north might be the emptiest and safest!

In the space of a breath, Lu Lin made his decision.

He immediately changed direction and pushed Spirit Cat Step to the limit. Like a true spirit cat, he moved silently and swiftly through the dark mountain forest, sneaking toward the north, toward the location of the original formation base.

A short while later, he had quietly approached the northern area.

However, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt light scattering down from above.

Lu Lin's heart jolted, and he hurriedly raised his head to look.

He saw a young woman in a long dress standing atop a crystal-clear treasured sword, her skirt fluttering as she looked down at him, a mocking cold smile tugging at her lips.

"So it's a lowly martial brute. Your mind is rather nimble, at least—you actually knew to run north. But your luck is poor. You ran into me, so I'll take care of you while I'm at it!"

The moment her words fell, she casually formed a sword seal. The treasured sword beneath her feet lit up and shot out a sharp sword radiance, cleaving toward Lu Lin!

It was incredibly fast, like a flash of lightning, reaching the top of Lu Lin's head in an instant.

Bang!

Lu Lin reacted even faster. He chopped out with his palm, and surging qi and blood erupted, instantly smashing that sword radiance apart.

The woman frowned, killing intent swelling in her eyes, her pretty face icy. "A mere martial brute dares resist? I'll make you beg for death and fail to—"

"Beg your mother!"

Lu Lin was too lazy for nonsense. Seeking a swift battle and a quick end, he directly took out the Spirit-Breaking Arrow. The qi and blood throughout his body poured madly into the arrow like floodwaters released through a sluice!

Buzz!

The bowstring trembled violently. The Spirit-Breaking Arrow gave off a dazzling scarlet light, tearing through the night sky as it shot a hundred meters into the air at astonishing speed, straight for the woman's brow!

The speed of this arrow far exceeded the woman's expectations, and her face changed drastically. In her panic, she only had time to lay down a defensive sword aura around her body.

Pfft!

The sword aura was pierced through in an instant. The arrow's momentum did not lessen, and it struck the woman precisely between the brows.

The woman's head burst apart like a watermelon, and her headless corpse plummeted straight down.

Lu Lin rushed over and caught the woman's corpse in one grab. With a sweep of his right hand, he took the storage pouch at her waist into his inner space.

As for that treasured sword, it was nearly two meters long and inconvenient to put away, so Lu Lin simply snatched it into his hand.

The instant his palm touched the sword hilt, familiar information surfaced:

[Inferior spiritual energy discovered. Can be exchanged for twenty years of bitter cultivation. Exchange?]

Without needing to hesitate, Lu Lin directly moved his mind. "Exchange!"

The light of the treasured sword in his hand dimmed rapidly. In the end, it was covered in cracks, then exploded with a bang into a pile of scrap iron shards that scattered across the ground.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, an even more terrifying sword light descended from the sky, silently cleaving straight at Lu Lin's head!

Lu Lin sensed the danger. Spirit Cat Step erupted in an instant, and he abruptly accelerated forward, narrowly avoiding this fatal strike by a hair's breadth.

When that sword light missed, it actually skimmed along the ground and curved in a strange arc, once again stabbing toward Lu Lin's back like lightning!

Only then did Lu Lin see clearly that this sword light was not Sword Qi, but a flying sword radiating cold light!

It was extremely fast and astonishingly nimble, like a living spiritual snake, clinging to him and refusing to let go.

Lu Lin leapt up. In midair, his waist twisted, and his body spun at high speed. Following the momentum, he drew the "Blood Demon Blade" at his waist and blocked behind him!

Clang!

The Blood Demon Blade and the flying sword collided violently!

At the instant of collision, Lu Lin felt countless strands of icy Sword Qi finer than hair surge along the Blood Demon Blade toward his hands, colliding and cutting madly against the qi and blood in his hands, making hissing sounds.

Fortunately, Lu Lin's qi and blood were thick enough, layered one upon another, blocking all those threadlike Sword Qi.

Using the force, he drifted back several meters and landed steadily.

"What a sharp flying sword!" Lu Lin's gaze focused. He saw that a huge notch had already appeared on the Blood Demon Blade, and it had nearly been cut in two by the flying sword.

After being knocked back by Lu Lin, the flying sword nimbly turned in midair, then came killing toward him again.

"Endless, are you!"

Lu Lin's eyes turned cold, and he directly unleashed Demonic Ape Dragon-Capturing Hand.

He reached forward with his large hand and grabbed. Qi and blood surged, condensing in the air into a massive scarlet ape palm. A force of suction arose from its palm, accurately seizing the incoming flying sword in its hand, its five fingers clenching fiercely.

Buzz!

The flying sword trembled violently, triggering powerful Sword Qi that crazily cut at the palm. But it could not break free. The demonic ape's palm remained unmoving as a towering mountain.

Only then did Lu Lin raise his head and look upward.

High in the sky, a young man in a spell robe stood atop another flying sword, looking down at him with a face full of astonishment.

"So high..." Lu Lin's brows furrowed tightly.

The other party was at least several hundred meters from the ground. At that height, even if he used the Spirit-Breaking Arrow and attacked with full force, it would be very difficult to cause a fatal injury.

Could he have seen me shoot that female cultivator dead just now, and that's why he's being so cautious?

"Break for me!" The man's hands rapidly formed sword seals as he pushed the flying sword with all his strength from afar.

But from such a great distance, his control over the flying sword was limited to begin with. Although the flying sword trembled without cease, it still could not break through the demonic ape's palm.

He then snorted coldly, waved his hand, and a scroll flew out.

The scroll expanded in the wind, becoming over ten meters long. In the painting were dozens of long swords of different styles, each glinting with cold light.

"Hundred Sword Scroll, kill!" the man shouted lightly. With a wave of both hands, the long swords in the scroll immediately emitted dazzling radiance, transforming into solid sword lights that chopped down over Lu Lin's head and face!

Lu Lin swung his arm hard, flinging away the flying sword caught by the demonic ape's palm. Then his figure flickered again and again, narrowly avoiding each falling sword light.

"Kill!" the man shouted softly, continuously triggering sword lights as a dense rain of swords fell.

But Lu Lin's figure was extremely agile. Relying on his superb movement technique, he wove through the gaps between the sword lights while swiftly charging north.

P.S. Three updates today, nearly eight thousand words. Brothers, beauties (are there any?), please keep following, please give monthly tickets, help me kill my way onto the new book rankings—charge, charge, charge!