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Guan Shan's face changed again as he saw the incoming sharp tip of the sword. The black Meteorite Sword was shrouded in a layer of white mist. Guan Shan had never seen such a thing before. The only thing he could feel was that this sword was unavoidable.

"Clang!" Like a gentle wind buddhist willow, the sword swept across the sky, causing even space to be slightly distorted. A mouthful of fresh blood was violently spat out, and the intense pain caused a trace of hatred to flash across Guan Shan's eyes.

Under this strike from Zhou Tong, Guan Shan's body was like a cannonball that was sent flying. After rubbing against the ground for a long distance, he finally smashed into a broken wall and once again spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Xiaoshan!"

In the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, Guan Shan was beaten half to death. Guan Sheng's mind went blank as he hastily ran over, shaking Guan Shan who was still breathing faintly with all his might.

He raised his hand and a fist-sized ball of fire red spirit energy rose up from Guan Sheng's back. Guan Sheng looked at him and said with a cold voice that could pierce into the bone, "If I don't kill you, I, Guan Sheng, swear that I will not be a human!"

He raised his hands at the same time, and a huge amount of spiritual energy, fueled by killing intent, started to surge. The fist-sized ball of spiritual energy instantly expanded with the wind, turning into a huge fireball that was about ten feet in size.

In between qi-repair, there were two categories of magic tools and techniques that could be used to differentiate between a [Qi Manipulation] and a [Item Manipulation]. The [Qi Manipulation] type qi-repair, like Guan Sheng, could use spirit energy to create spells to attack and kill opponents.

"Repent for what you've done, kid, in hell!" With a furious roar, Guan Sheng suddenly raised his hand and pointed a finger, and the fireball instantly pounced towards Zhou Tong.

Looking at the huge fireball that was rushing towards him, Zhou Tong smiled, as if he did not care, but his expression was filled with disdain. On top of the Meteorite Sword, the sword intent was reborn. With the [Mo Li Sword Art] at the second stage, the sword intent was like a translucent white cyclone enveloping the Meteorite Sword. As he raised his sword, a sharp sound came from the air, and in the next second, a fiery light shot out in all directions.

"What demonic technique is this!?" "How could a martial cultivator like you do that!"

Looking at the fireball that was smashed by the sword, Guan Sheng could not help but to take a few steps back. That fireball seemed to contain close to thirty percent of Guan Sheng's spirit energy. Even when facing the Fourth Stage Vicious Beast, Guan Sheng had never used such a strong attack.

"I have a lot of demonic techniques, so I'll let you experience them."

With a disdainful smile, Zhou Tong took another light step forward and with a single step, he neared Guan Sheng. "The Meteorite Sword took out its sword and swung it at Guan Sheng." "Dang!" Following the loud noise, it was actually Zhou Tong who had a surprised expression on his face.

"Haha, little brat, you didn't think of that right? I have a protective magical artifact, and with your cultivation in qi generating state, you won't be able to win against me! " Laughing arrogantly, Guan Sheng suddenly waved both of his hands towards Zhou Tong, the fire spirit energy formed two fire serpents in his hands and shot out like lightning, forcing Zhou Tong to retreat.

"Aiyo, the spiritual treasure armor of a famous craftsman is quite powerful." Seeing the bronze colored Soul Treasure shield in front of Guan Sheng, Zhou Tong held his chin and chuckled, he licked his lips, and a look of longing appeared in his eyes.

The Soul Treasure shield was one of the more special type of enchanted tools. As long as one dripped a drop of blood on it, the shield would automatically protect the owner. Its defensive power was not inferior to qi-repair's protective spiritual energy. This was something essential to the qi-repair when facing off against martial artists. Especially against Zhou Tong who was a cultivator with a broken sword technique, the Spirit Treasure Shield was especially important. At this time, the thing in front of Guan Sheng was a spirit treasure shield that was at the level of a famous craftsman.

Of course, this sort of small thing could not even enter Zhou Tong's eyes. Not to mention a famous craftsman level spirit treasure, Zhou Tong himself, could even forge Spirit Treasures like shields, which Zhou Tong never used. With Sword Saint Mo Li's ego, he could fight against everything with just a sword, such shields were just a burden. The reason why he yearned for it was only because it was a good treasure to Zhu Yunxin.

"Are you done recruiting, brat!" So what if he had broken through a technique? "In the end, a martial cultivator is still a martial cultivator, haha!"

Glancing at the laughing Guan Sheng, Zhou Tong gently shook his head. With a tap of his feet, he threw himself forward.

Seeing Zhou Tong's actions, Guan Sheng coldly snorted, his hands pushed forward and placed the Spirit Treasure shield to block Zhou Tong's attack path, the Meteorite Sword against the shield released a clear sound, but the shield did not waver at all.

"You know that your attacks are useless, yet you guys, martial arts cultivators, don't even have brains. What are you trying to do?" Guan Sheng sneered and looked towards Zhou Tong, but realised that Zhou Tong had already put away his Meteorite Sword, and immediately snorted: "Hmph! Do you want to admit defeat? "You don't even have one, you must be doing well today!"

"Must be?" Zhou Tong laughed in disdain as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at Guan Sheng as if he was an idiot. In front of Guan Sheng's chest, at the location of the heart, there was a hole the size of a fingertip that was currently bleeding out.

"Uh, this is … Sword Qi?" Impossible! "Sword Qi, how can you break through the Spiritual Treasure shield!" Lowering his head to look at the small hole in front of his chest, Guan Sheng's face was filled with disbelief.

Guan Sheng could faintly feel that there was an unusual Qi hidden within that tiny wound. Even though it was inconspicuous, it was close to the heart, and a slight movement would easily take one's life.

"You qi-repair, as expected, do not have much experience." Zhou Tong imitated Guan Sheng's tone and said, "This is called sword intent, you won't understand me anyway, why not let you experience it for yourself?"

"What are you doing?"

"Guess?" Zhou Tong squinted his eyes and laughed, then extended a hand and flicked his finger.

"Explode!"

With that said, Guan Sheng immediately felt the terrifying might brought about by the sword intent that drilled into his body, following that, Zhou Tong flicked his finger, the sword intent immediately ignited, and the effect, was as though a barrel of explosives was placed inside his body, and once it exploded, the terrifying explosive power instantly caused severe damage to his organs.

The first stage of [Mo Li Sword Art], Sword Intent, was the foundation of the entire sword art. When cultivated to a profound level, not only would each move come from the heart, but the [Mo Li Sword Intent] that served as the soul of the sword art would also be ever-changing. This explosion was only one way to use it.

In his previous life, Zhou Tong's sword arts had been studied by countless of martial artists, and Zhou Tong had even released the entire sword technique to the public. However, there had never been a person who could truly obtain its essence. As for the [Mo Li Sword Intent], it had become a barrier that countless researchers could not pass through.

"Pfft!"

Following the detonation of the [Mo Li Sword Intent], in an instant, Guan Sheng became a cripple without any power to resist. Under the havoc of the sword intent, not only were his internal organs damaged, even his meridians and bones were severely injured. It was not an exaggeration to say that this person, who was the leader of Yali Town, had undoubtedly died after this one attack.

"Who exactly are you?" Glaring at Zhou Tong, Guan Sheng's eyes were filled with unwillingness and hatred. His pale white face was extremely dreadful, and his breathing was becoming lower and lower, to the point where one could hardly smell it.

"Bad guy." Zhou Tong spread out his hands with an indifferent look in his eyes.

"Brat, I've still underestimated you!" A weak voice was repeatedly emitted from his mouth. Although his voice was low, the hatred within it did not decrease in the slightest.

Zhou Tong chuckled but did not reply, his expression still indifferent. The attack of the Poison Fang Mercenary Company had caused countless of deaths and injuries. Towards this kind of people, Zhou Tong could not help but feel pity.

"If you have the chance in the future, I'll make sure you live a life worse than death!"

As though he understood that Zhou Tong would not let him go, Guan Sheng's words did not contain any intention to beg for mercy, but instead contained a sinister killing intent.

"I'm really scared. Since that's the case, I might as well not give you the chance." Zhou Tong said with disdain, he did not care about Guan Sheng at all as he turned and picked up the spirit treasure shield that had shrunk to the size of a palm from the ground.

"Hehe, you're interested in it? Unfortunately, if I am to die, you will never be able to think of obtaining it. " With much difficulty, he raised his head, causing a pleased expression to surface on Guan Sheng's face, as though he had grasped onto the right to negotiate, "Let us father and son go, then I will gift it to you. Otherwise, I will detonate it immediately!"

Smiling faintly, Zhou Tong slowly walked to Guan Sheng, holding the Soul Treasure shield in his hand, he looked at Guan Sheng and said: "Come, detonate one and let me see."

"You!"

Guan Sheng choked. Seeing that there was no hope, he immediately wanted to activate the Spirit Qi and die together with Zhou Tong. But when the spirit qi activated, Guan Sheng's body shook and he vomited out a large amount of blood.

"It can't be detonated? "Then go to hell." Zhou Tong laughed sinisterly, he waved his hand, and with a pull of his Qi, his sword fell on the ground and pierced into Guan Sheng's chest mercilessly.