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Outside the battlefield, Luo Derun crushed a rooftop stone carving in his withered claw. "Why is Chen Hong here?"
Li Lingfeng shook his head, silent as rusted iron.
Just then, a thunderous roar split the eastern sky. "Who dares attack my Chen Clan?!"
A streak of blue-white sword qi pierced the long street as Chen Menglin rode his sword through the air.
Li Lingfeng's black-robed figure vanished from its spot. The next instant, he appeared like a phantom in midair, thirty zhang in front of Chen Menglin.
Within the loose grip of his right hand, a three-foot dark-red blood sword took shape, its spine threaded with winding blood grooves that flowed like living things.
Chen Menglin braked sharply and hovered in place, his gaze locked on that sinister sword, which seemed to have devoured countless departed souls. "The Blood Fierce Sword... a surviving wretch of the Li Clan?!"
The dark-red sword tip slowly rose. Li Lingfeng's hoarse voice scraped across its edge. "I've been waiting for you."
Before his words had faded, the blue-white radiance of the Seven Kill Sword crashed head-on into the dark-red force of the Blood Fierce Sword.
The exploding sword qi plowed webbed cracks through the Dark Luo Tian Net, slicing the moonlight filling the sky into interwoven fragments of gold-red and deathly white.
The distant, deadlocked sword domains were reflected in Luo Derun's withered eyes.
The two torrents of sword qi grappled like savage dragons. When frost-white and scarlet sparks splashed against the edges of the Dark Luo Tian Net, the inky barrier exuded an oily sheen and silently swallowed the shock waves.
"Dark Luo Tian Net, turn!"
His gaunt fingers suddenly tapped rapidly at empty air, and the six-pointed