Chu Zhiyuan stood at a distance, in no hurry to step forward.
These Myriad Blood Sect experts were equivalent to Venerables at the Second Turn. Just how strong was the Third Turn?
Though their cultivation was not weak, their swordsmanship was lacking. Lu Xiao Lu cut through them like chopping vegetables, like a wolf charging into a flock of sheep.
Their swords were always a step slower than Lu Xiao Lu's and could not even touch the corner of her robe.
Chu Zhiyuan kept shaking his head.
Lu Xiao Lu's movement technique and swordsmanship were now displayed to the fullest.
In the blink of an eye, of the eight Myriad Blood Sect experts, only two remained who had not been struck by her sword.
All the others had been hit, almost all in vital spots.
Only the gaunt young man and another plain-looking, utterly ordinary young man possessed superior movement techniques and had remained untouched beneath her sword.
Yet the six young men struck in vital spots had not died. They seemed as though they had not been injured at all.
Even with swords through their throats and necks, through their hearts and Dantians, they remained brimming with vigor, attacking without cease.
Chu Zhiyuan had been observing them closely, studying the circulation of their auras, seeking to see through the wonders of their cultivation method and find its weakness.
What their auras circulated and drew upon was not merely True Essence, but blood as well.
Their blood boiled, and strange qi seeped forth from it, merging with their True Essence and making it denser and more powerful.
The Sword Light upon their blades grew ever redder, and its might ever stronger.
The qi emanating from their blood also grew thicker.
And though they had been struck in vital spots, their