The Blood Resentment Grand Formation, a Hundred-Mile Cloud of Resentful Qi, Buddha Light Delivers the Vengeful Spirits

"You needed such bizarre tricks just to withstand a single strand of my Sword Qi. Where did you find the courage to challenge me?"

Chu Kuangren looked at Jian Changfeng nearby and spoke calmly.

Yet a terrifying surge of Daoist Rhyme suddenly erupted behind Jian Changfeng, and a black shadow shot out from behind him, hurtling toward Chu Kuangren.

"So the real challenger was here."

A flicker of surprise appeared in Chu Kuangren's eyes as he watched the black shadow. He raised his hand and slashed.

Overbearing Purple Sword Light poured forth.

With a ripping sound, the Sword Qi cleaved the black shadow in two.

A black robe, torn into two halves, fluttered down from the air.

A thin black figure had already slipped out of that robe and reached Chu Kuangren, raising a sword to thrust at him.

The thrust came from a treacherous angle, like a venomous snake that had long lain poised to strike, carrying an incomparably ruthless, savage aura.

At that moment, Chu Kuangren felt as though an ancient ferocious beast had fixed its gaze on him.

"Some skill."

The corners of Chu Kuangren's mouth lifted slightly, but Kunwu in his hand met that sword with even greater speed and at an even more treacherous angle.

Sparks burst from the two swords, and biting Sword Qi poured out in all directions.

A terrifying force erupted from the Kunwu Sword, sending the thin figure flying hundreds of yards.

After the figure steadied himself, Chu Kuangren looked over and saw a sinister old man, skeletal and emaciated, with deeply sunken eyes.

"Your movement technique is decent. You managed to get close to me. Your swordsmanship is passable too. You managed to withstand one strike from me."

Chu Kuangren looked at the old man and spoke calmly.

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