C17 Killing zhang yan

Slowly standing up from her teacher's chair, Zhang Yan looked at her subordinate who had mixed emotions. She sighed in her heart, today, in the huge mountain stronghold, besides herself, there was no one else with Essence Refinement into Qi.

This was the most grievous injury that he had suffered since he was founded in the Black Mountain stronghold. With the current lack of people, if he did not stop that young man, then perhaps the foundation that Black Mountain Thief Zhang Yan had built over the years would be ruined.

Zhang Yan was about to enter the inner hall when she heard a sharp piercing sound coming from the entrance of the hall.

A beam of light suddenly appeared and quickly rushed into the hall. Before anyone could react, it pierced through the scholar's throat and nailed him to a pillar.

At this moment, the Military Advisor was tightly grasping an arrow with both hands as he stared in disbelief at the youngster standing outside the hall illuminated by the flames.

Hu, Hong Ling took a deep breath and threw away the iron bow in his hand, then walked step by step into the Convergence Hall. His entire body was surrounded by a layer of dark gold Qi, his right hand wielding the sword and his left hand holding a cold dagger.

"You still dare to come!"

He did not expect that this young man would be so bold as to kill his advisor with a single arrow in front of so many people. This was no longer a provocation, but a situation where only death awaits.

"Why would I not dare?"

Hong Ling looked at the lackeys that were quickly rushing out from the Ju Yi Hall, and with a flash of his body, wherever he went, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The longsword in his right hand attacked, the dagger protecting his body, he actually split his heart into two, killing everyone present till they fell.

His cultivation base was incomparably dense, and when facing those ordinary people that had yet to awaken, he instantly killed them without holding back in the slightest.

Zhang Yan stared fixedly at the youth's figure, her eyes filled with fear. This youth was just like a demon that was about to take his life. No matter how strong his opponent was, he would always be killed in one blow.

His cultivation was already much higher than these people. In addition, the long sword and dagger in his hand were attached to his sword intent, cutting them into pieces. No one was his match, and in front of his absolute strength, the number of bandits was nothing more than a decoration.

Looking at her subordinates who were constantly falling, Zhang Yan's expression was unsettled. At this point, he understood that even if he were to advance to the middle stage of the Essence Refinement into Qi, he still wouldn't be able to defeat this young man.

With a cold snort, he turned around and brought his two trusted aides into the rear hall, leaving behind a group of Luo Nan who were still fighting with Hong Ling.

No one thought of escaping, because the Shiwan Mountain was just outside of the village. In this mountain range filled with Demonic Beast, ordinary people who did not finish awakening would not dare to travel alone in the darkness.

Night was when Demonic Beast came out to look for food the most. They were different from wild beasts, they would come out to cultivate when the demonic energy was dense at night. These creatures not only ate their own kind, if they met a human, they would also tear them apart without hesitation.

Even some cultivators with high cultivations didn't want to walk in this mountain range filled with demonic energy at night. Instead, they would find a place to hide and wait for the dawn to light up and disperse the demonic energy throughout the entire mountain range.

Hong Ling's movements could be said to be slow. Killing so many people did not burden him in the slightest, these sinful people truly deserved death, the youth would not pay attention to their difficulties, and he would not pity them in the slightest.

The tragedy of Hidden Dragon Village made him understand that once he let go of any one of them, from today onwards, even more people would die.

put away his dagger, looked at the corpses on the ground, and panted slightly. He had killed close to a hundred people, and even though his body was covered in dense Authentic Qi, he was still exhausting himself mentally and physically.

He was not worried that Zhang Yan would run away. He had already fully understood the entire terrain of the mountain stronghold. They were on top of a solitary mountain peak, and there was only one way out.

After shaking off the blood on the sword, Hong Ling stepped over the blood and water that had gathered in the Huai Yi Hall and walked step by step into the rear hall.

Suddenly, two black figures stabbed out diagonally and the saber in his hand hacked down mercilessly. The youth's figure swiftly flashed slightly, dodging the two deadly saber lights in an instant.

Boom!! The sharp blade beam ruthlessly slashed the ground, causing two deep blade marks to form on the floor, while the longsword in Hong Ling's hand was quickly handed over. With two light "chi chi" sounds, two bandits grabbed onto their throats, and fell from the sky, dead with grievances.

Inside the main hall of the mountain stronghold, Hong Ling looked at the empty bedroom before him and frowned. He knew that Zhang Yan would never be able to leave this room, which meant that there must be a secret room in this room.

Slowly bending his body, Hong Ling pressed his hand to the floor. A wave of soul power spread out from his palm onto the ground, so that even the slightest trace of him could not escape Hong Ling's senses.

"Hmm? It's here! "

He stood up and walked over to the large bed carved from yellow pear wood. He knocked on the floor under the bed.

Duk Duk Duk Duk, a clear voice came from the green stone floor, causing Hong Ling to let out a trace of a smile. He was already certain that the bottom of the bed was empty, which also meant that there was definitely a secret room underneath.

Casually slashing the bed in two, Hong Ling kicked it away, allowing the space beneath the bed to leak out. Hong Ling did not look for the mechanism to open the secret room, even if he found the thing, he might not know the method to open it.

Hong Ling quickly completed his Dragonform, and then, a fist ruthlessly smashed onto the stone slab.

The youth didn't stop as he punched down viciously yet again. Kacha, the half foot thick stone slab finally could not withstand his attack and broke into pieces, revealing a pitch black tunnel.

Hong Ling turned around and took out a burning torch from the Ju Yi Hall, and slowly walked into the secret room. His entire body was enveloped in a layer of twisted dark golden energy, and many small electric arcs coiled around his body.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh. Countless concealed weapons shot out from the passageway, and when they struck the dense air current in front of the youth, they were instantly repelled. These concealed weapons might be useful for normal people, but for Hong Ling who had already Dragonformed, it was not even close to being able to tickle him.

Every few steps he took, he would light the torches on the walls. By the time he reached the secret chamber, he was surrounded by light.

The youth looked at Zhang Yan, who was sitting on a wooden box. He looked at this Black Mountain bandit who had been in high spirits all those years ago. A trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and a look of defeat could be seen on his face. However, deep in his pupils, a frenzied killing intent could still be seen. As long as he was still alive, he would remain that world-shaking Black Mountain Thief.

Hong Ling slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Zhang Yan. Bang! The sword instantly ignited into a raging inferno, and with a hum, a sharp glint was released from the flames, breaking the tranquility of the secret room.

Countless torches were still burning. Zhang Yan slowly stood up and took out a piece of yellow paper from her chest pocket.

"It's over. Today, either you die or I die!" He looked at the yellow paper in his hand, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the yellow paper.

Weng, an ear-piercing buzzing sound came out from the yellow paper. The yellow paper instantly combusted, turning into a dazzling light, and flashed in front of Hong Ling.

The youth was overwhelmed with shock. That streak of light was simply too fast, and the aura it carried with it made his heart palpitate.

Swiftly moving his body, Hong Ling tried to dodge this heart piercing attack, but with a chi sound, his left arm immediately fell, as if he was chopped off by the flowing light.

The stream of light cut one of Hong Ling's arm off, and once again flashed to Zhang Yan's side. It floated quietly, and allowed Hong Ling to see clearly, it was a small sword with a metallic feel.

At this moment, it was floating happily in front of Zhang Yan, like a silver fish swimming in the deep sea.

"Hehe, aren't you surprised? I never thought that I would actually have such a life-saving card up my sleeve! " Zhang Yan's eyes were filled with ridicule, "But you are still so young, and you are able to force me to use the rune sword that I keep in my collection. That is enough for you to be proud of."

Without directly replying, Hong Ling quickly summoned his Primordial Spirit Clone within the Divine Palace. His eyes flickered with a flowing light as he stared fixedly at the small sword while his soul power was continuously absorbed by the sword, causing his perception to enlarge to its limits.

Swoosh! Zhang Yan once again swung her hand, causing the small sword to once again transform into a ray of light and shot towards Hong Ling's throat. The youth's eyes focused, and quickly fell back, dodging the fatal blow.

Facing his attack, Hong Ling did not dare to face Ying Feng directly. After Dragonforming, his entire body's defensive power was already extremely shocking, but this small sword actually cut off his arm, which made him extremely afraid.

"Hmm? actually managed to avoid the attack of the Symbol Sword! "

Zhang Yan stared at Hong Ling who was unharmed, her eyes were filled with shock, she never thought that after cutting off one of his hands, he would still have the strength to dodge the sigil sword's attack.

He had paid a huge price to obtain this Practitioner Sword. It was created by a Master Refiner and had the attack power of an early Qi Refinement into Spirit. It could be used three times.

Because she had already used it twice, this was the last time, because the symbol parchment with the symbol sword had already been completely ignited. Once it completely disappeared, it meant that the symbol sword had completely collapsed, but Zhang Yan did not regret it at all.

"Kid, you can die in peace if you want to die in the sword glyph crafted by a master refiner. You should just obediently accept your death!"

Hearing his roar, Hong Ling snorted, although he lost an arm, it did not affect his fighting strength, furthermore, Zhang Yan had completely forgotten one thing, and that was, there was no blood on his severed arm.

The severed dragon claw had once again become an arm, but Hong Ling's original body was still in the state of Dragonform, so how could this state weaken his fighting strength by even a bit due to injuries?

"Zhang Yan, you seem to be very pleased with yourself." Hong Ling mocked in disdain, "Unfortunately, you forgot that since I can survive from that dried up well while on the verge of death, then I won't be afraid of any of your methods!"

"Humph, your death is near at hand, yet you still dare to be stubborn. Let me see if you still have any tricks up your sleeve that can block my symbol sword!" With a thought from Zhang Yan, she struck again. However, something unexpected happened.

"Clang!" A ray of sword light flashed, and the symbol sword was actually blocked by Hong Ling's long sword.

"How is this possible?" Zhang Yan opened his eyes wide with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Do you think that the second move will be useful to me?"

Hong Ling's eyes were full of arrogance, the long sword in his hand burned with raging flames, the dazzling fire making Zhang Yan unable to open her eyes.

"Flame Breaking Spell, break for me!"

In the air, ten bright and resplendent sword beams of flame instantly formed, and the longsword in Hong Ling's hand once again swung out a sharp sword beam.

His pupils contracted as he instantly released the sharp sword intent from the swords, attracting the other's attention. He then combined all the sword Qis together, turning them into an even brighter sword gleam.

Boom! The sword beam and Zhang Yan's rune sword clashed, causing a violent wave of air currents to swirl around them.

Thump, thump, thump. Hong Ling's figure continuously retreated, even Zhang Yan was swept into the corner of the wall by that surge of air.

"The sword talisman, was actually broken! "Martial skill, you actually learned a martial skill!" Zhang Yan trembled as she looked at the empty space. Her eyes were filled with despair, "Why did this happen? I'm Zhang Yan, I'm the Black Mountain Bandit, Zhang Yan. I'm the famous Black Mountain Bandit, Zhang Yan!"

He roared, his eyes filled with madness. It was a desperate madness, a final counterattack before death.

With a rapid shout, the Authentic Qi on Zhang Yan's body became extremely bright, as though it was ignited by fire. He stepped hard on the ground, and instantly, man and blade became one, rushing towards Hong Ling.

However, what welcomed him was a flaming sword ray that was even more tyrannical than the one that he had used to defeat the sword talisman. It was an enhanced version of the [Condensation] technique that contained Hong Ling's Authentic Qi and soul power.

"He ignited his life's Authentic Qi! Do you think that you can defeat me just like that? " Hong Ling's tone was indescribably cold.

Zhang Yan didn't even have time to scream before she was engulfed by the flames from Hong Ling's slash. From start to finish, he had not been able to get even the slightest bit closer to this person, and this person had already been shattered.

Hong Ling bent down, picked up his left arm, and pressed it against the wound.

Crack! Crack! Crack! The sound of bones reconnecting rang out. On the wound on the young man's arm, dark golden blood flowed out like a stream of light. Wherever the light passed by, the muscles and tendons that were separated earlier would join together.

Hong Ling looked at Zhang Yan, who only had her head left, and the sight of him not being able to rest in peace. He casually pulled out an old piece of sackcloth from the trash in the secret room and wrapped it around his head, and held it in his hands.

A stream of salty, bloody air rushed up his throat. He spat out a mouthful of blood, lowered his head, and started coughing.