He poured all the remaining Soul Force in Dantian into the sword.
Soul Force poured in along the lines inside the sword hilt. Those fine ink-colored textures lit up slightly for a moment under the infusion of Soul Force, and then quickly dimmed. All the light was swallowed up by the sword body, leaving only an extremely thin, almost invisible dark halo at the edge of the blade.
He rushed to Wu Hong and slashed him with his sword.
Wu Hong felt the power of this sword. His vertical pupils suddenly enlarged at that moment, the dark golden light lit up for a moment, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to shock.
He could feel the compressed power in Ink Cloud Sword's body. The power was so deep that it was unlike anything a Black Gold Rank 4-Star person could possess. It was even heavier than some Legendary Early Stage's full blows.
He did not hesitate, crossed his arms in front of him, and dark red Spiritual Power poured out of his body, forming a thick shield in front of him.
There are dark red lines flowing on the surface of the shield, and its thickness is more than twice as thick as the previous shield that blocked Xiao Ning'er Thunder Spear.
The cutting edge of Ink Cloud comes into contact with the surface of the shield. There is no sound of gold and iron clashing, and there is no wave of collision of Spiritual Power.
Wherever the sword blade touched, the dark red shield seemed to have been cut open by something from the inside. It cracked from the contact point to both sides. The cracks spread along the lines on the surface of the shield, and the entire shield was covered in a few breaths.
The shield shattered in front of Ink Cloud's blade, and dark red fragments flew to both sides, turning into tiny points of light and dissipating in the flames.
Wu Hong knew that the shield could not block it. He did not retreat or try to block again.
His right fist was clenched, and the surface of his fist was covered with a thick layer of dark red flames. He raised it from his side and punched Shen Fei in the left rib.
This punch had no fancy angles, no unnecessary movements, it was just a straight punch from the front, carrying Legendary Rank 2-Star's full power, straight to Shen Fei's ribs.
Shen Fei saw this punch, but he could no longer pull back his sword. Ink Cloud's power was all poured into that sword, and the sword power was exhausted, with no new strength. He could only turn slightly sideways and use his left rib to forcefully catch the punch.
The fist hit his ribs on the left side with a crisp crack, and two ribs were broken.
His body was pushed to the side by the force, his feet left the ground, and his whole body was like a thrown Stone, flying across the inner wall of the fire tornado and passing through the flames.
He fell into the rubble at the edge of the square and rolled twice more before he came to a stop. His back hit a broken stone pillar, causing his chest to surge and he vomited blood again.
The fire tornado disappeared after that punch. Wu Hong stood in the center of the square, the flames around him shrinking layer by layer, shrinking from ten meters to three meters, from three meters to one foot, and finally all retracted into the body.
He slowly stood up, and his dark red attire was cut open on the left side of his waist and abdomen by Ink Cloud's sword. A long gash opened in the fabric, revealing a sword wound on the skin underneath.
The wound extended from the lower edge of the ribs to the side of the waist. It was so deep that the bones could almost be seen. Dark red blood gushes out of the wound, flowing down the waist and abdomen, soaking the waistband of the pants.
Wu Hong looked down at the wound, and his pupils shrank. He raised his hand and pressed it on the wound, and a layer of dark red Spiritual Power emerged from his palm, covering it along the surface of the wound, stopping the bleeding.
But the severe pain did not disappear. The corners of his mouth were tightened, his teeth were clenched, and the muscles on his cheeks bulged. He slowly straightened up, and raised his dark golden vertical pupils again, looking in the direction of Shen Fei.
Shen Fei slowly stood up from the pile of rubble dozens of meters away. He moved very slowly, first supporting his knees, and then holding on to half of the stone pillar next to him, straightening his body bit by bit.
Three ribs were broken on his left rib, and every breath he took brought a sharp sting, and his chest seemed to be filled with a ball of broken glass.
His clothes had been scorched black by the flames, and the front and left sleeve were almost burned away. A large area of the exposed skin was glowing dark red, and blisters were densely covered on the left arm and left torso.
He was still holding Ink Cloud in his right hand, and the dark halo on the sword had faded away, returning to its usual inconspicuous ink color.
After he stood up straight, he took a few breaths, spat out the blood in his mouth, and looked across the square, landing on Wu Hong.
Xiao Ning'er landed a few steps behind Shen Fei. Her left arm from shoulder to wrist was burned red by the flames, her sleeves were completely burned, the skin was covered with blisters and black marks, and her entire left arm was trembling slightly.
Her Wind-Thunder Wings has been closed, the lightning has completely dissipated, her face is a bit paler than usual, and her lips have no color.
She stood half a step behind Shen Fei, still holding Short Sword in her right hand, but her fingers were shaking slightly and her knuckles were white.
The square became quiet. More than thirty Black Gold Rank masters from the Witch Ghost Family were heading this way.
The twelve offerings of the City Lord's Mansion were still surrounded in the circle. Gongliang Shu covered the wound on his right shoulder, his eyes moving back and forth between Shen Fei and Wu Hong.
At the corner of Front Street in the distance, Huyan Lie had arrived with more than a dozen people.
As soon as he arrived at the scene, he launched an attack on the Witch Ghost Family, and the two sides immediately started fighting again.
Wu Hong stood in the center of the square to the east. Although the sword wound on his left waist had stopped bleeding, the skin and flesh were rolled up, and the dark red wound was particularly dazzling in the morning light.
His right hand was pressed next to the wound, his fingers were slightly folded, and his knuckles turned white. His breathing was heavier than before, his chest rose and fell much more than before, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.
He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks were tense, and the light in his vertical pupils was dark and cold, staring in the direction of Shen Fei without moving away.
Shen Fei Standing next to the rubble pile in the square West Side, every breath hurts from the broken left rib, the burns on the left arm and left torso are burning, and the layer of blisters on the surface of the skin is blown tight by the morning wind, making it painful and itchy.
His right hand holding Ink Cloud was trembling slightly, which was the physiological reaction after a large amount of consumption of Soul Force. Soul Sea was almost empty, and the remaining Spiritual Power in Meridians was only enough to maintain basic operation.
He stood very steadily, with his back straight and his knees not bent, but he knew very well that if Wu Hong rushed over now, he would not be able to survive three moves.
Xiao Ning'er stood behind him, his left arm hanging by his side, the burned flesh glowing dark red in the morning light.
Her breathing was faster than usual, and her chest was rising and falling obviously, but she didn't retreat or make a sound.
She just stood there, holding Short Sword in her right hand, her eyes locked on Wu Hong, as if waiting for the other party's next move.
The three people just stood like this, no one took the lead. The square was so quiet that only the whimpers of the broken stone pillars were blown by the wind, and the orders of City Guard on City Wall to change defenses in the distance.
The morning light shines from above City Wall in the east and falls on the square, stretching the shadows of the three people very long.
The shadow of Wu Hong faces west, and the shadows of Shen Fei and Xiao Ning'er face east. The two shadows overlap for a short distance in the center of the square, and then separate.
No one moved, no one spoke, they just stood quietly, waiting for the other party to make the first move.