Sword Qi and saber light flew in every direction.
Although the Barbarian God Hall expert's cultivation was formidable, Zhao Feng's Nine Yang Sword Technique subjected him to crushing pressure. Pure yang Sword Qi surged from the Nine Yang Divine Sword like a mighty tide, and every stroke scorched the power within his meridians until it crackled.
He desperately swung both sabers, blocking ten successive strikes from Zhao Feng, until finally...
On the tenth strike, Zhao Feng flicked the curved saber out of his left hand, then carried the sword tip onward to slash a wound in his left arm deep enough to expose the bone.
By now, the Barbarian God Hall expert knew he was no match for Zhao Feng. He had underestimated him, believing his previous victory over Ying Yang and Hu Da had largely depended on Su Qingwan. Only now did he realize how absurdly wrong he had been.
Regret twisted his guts.
When that ambush from the shadows failed, he should have retreated.
But regret came too late. All he could do was swing both sabers, summon every scrap of his Innate True Essence, and desperately defend himself.
Yet his saber technique steadily fell into disarray.
By the time he barely managed to hold out until the fifteenth strike, Zhao Feng drove his sword through his right shoulder, pinning him to the bricks of the city wall behind him.
The Barbarian God Hall expert let out a hoarse groan of agony, his body trembling violently in the sword light.
Zhao Feng gave him no chance to struggle. His left fist immediately unleashed a Nine Yang Divine Fist, smashing into the man's chest. Innate True Essence tore into his body and shattered the meridians around his heart.
His dark gray body slowly slid down the wall, like an