The World Of Swords Volume 1 Chapter 13

Staring at the holy dragon with real vitality coiling around Di Hongtian, both the Blood Killer and the master of Sheya Cave looked very depressed.

With his pale face, dry skin, and dull hair, Di Hongtian looked very weak. However, since the real vitality inside his body kept surging, the momentum released was extremely powerful.

 “It won’t be so easy to to seize the Sword Zhongfeng from my hands!” He pointed the Sword Zhongfeng at both of them.

 “I don’t believe you have reached the top level of martial arts within such a short period of time.” The Blood Killer glanced around with a fierce expression on his obese and reddish face.

The number of bandits in Sheya Cave was several times that of the Cult of the Devil. Having fought for such a long time, the Cult of the Devil had suffered from heavy losses. Nearly half had been killed or injured and the rest were also at risk.

When the bandits of Sheya Cave eliminated all his people, even if he had seized the Sword Zhongfeng, he would have been attacked by them. Then he would be entangled ‘til the arrival of other powerful masters; he couldn’t even try to survive, let alone take the Sword Zhongfeng.

“Kill!”

Shouting fiercely, the Blood Killer unexpectedly burst some awkward momentum out of his obese body.

Di Hongtian stabbed his sword as fast as lightning, its edges condensed with great sharpness.

“吼~”

Howl. . .

What was even more terrifying was a dragon-shaped sword spirit screaming out of the sword that drew upon the Blood Killer with threatening gestures.

The master of Sheya Cave remained still, with his eyes staring at the Blood Killer and Di Hongtian. He wanted to find out his real intention before taking action.

His face was flushed and his throat was congested. He suddenly pushed his palms out and the blood-red whirlpool rotated to cover Di Hongtian instantly.

Howl. . .

The holy dragon with real vitality rushed into the whirlpool with its mouth open. Suddenly the sword spirit spurted out repeatedly. 

Over tens of rounds of sword spirit!

Puff!

The sword spirit penetrated the blood-red whirlpool, which was punctured and dissipated.

The huge blood-red whirlpool began to fade and shrink until it quickly collapsed and was unable to push forward an inch.

There was a sudden horror arising in the eyes of the Blood Killer.

In the blood-red whirlpool, the sharp and fierce sword spirit was spurted out violently, just like a fine mesh trapping a lot of piranhas. Once the net was torn open, the piranhas would pile out to tear him apart.

“One stroke can spurt out such a fierce sword spirit? What exactly is that sword style. . . ?” The vigor and vitality inside the Blood Killer were surging so hard that he tried his best to maintain the blood-red whirlpool while his figure started to withdraw quickly. 

The first-cla.s.s masters in the world of martial arts could release real vitality with the sword spirit and the fists or palm prints. However, the real vitality would be easy to disperse and greatly consumed. Therefore, they usually tried to control the condensation of the real vitality so that they could focus the strength to launch attacks with the best result, instead of provoking so much vigor at a time.

However, Di Hongtian provoked tens of sword spirits with just one stroke and each was  powerful and terrible.

Puff!

Only two or three rounds later, the blood-red whirlpool shrank to one square-inch, ‘til it could not hold on anymore, and was torn apart like a sheet of paper. 

Puff!

A flash of dazzling sword light blasted from inside and the sword spirit spurted out to cover up all his vital parts.

The muscles on the Blood Killer’s face suddenly twitched and his teeth violently clenched. The pair of blood-red palms turned up and down like two b.l.o.o.d.y b.u.t.terflies flapping towards the sword spirit.

Pang!

Pang!

Puff!

Every time he intercepted one sword spirit, he could feel a strong aftershock spreading out to push him continuously backward, and there were still tens of them awaiting. Meanwhile, the sword spirit spurted out so fast that he could not intercept all of them. He had no choice but to withdraw desperately, however, his shoulder was still injured.  

When all the sword spirits disappeared, the Blood Killer had stepped back tens of meters, and breathed heavily, staring at Di Hongtian, looking very panicked.

Di Hongtian stood still, sword in hand, and glanced at the Blood Killer and the master of Sheya Cave.

Seeing his penetrating eyes, the master of Sheya Cave was shocked and couldn’t help stepping back.

 “Xuanyuan Dragon Art. . . ” Staring at Di Hongtian, he had already intended to retreat.

The art was so unimaginable! In just a short period of time, it had been improved greatly.

Moments ago, Di Hongtian could only resist against their joint attacks. However, almost immediately, the Blood Killer, despite of all his efforts, could not defend even one of his arbitrary sword arts.

The sword art of Di Hongtian also shocked the followers of the Cult of the Devil and the bandits of Sheya Cave so much that they had to stop fighting. Their target was Di Hongtian, but he was so powerful that they would be risking their own heads to fight against him now.

It was just like when two hunters went out for hunting. They had thought the prey was a sure thing, so they started to fight with each other first. However, the prey unexpectedly became a terrible monster, which made them have to reconsider their strategies. 

Di Hongtian stood in the center, sword in hand. All the people around just started at him with various expressions. Everything was in silence all of a sudden.

Clatter! Clatter!

Just as they were in a deadlock, a team of people rushed over on black horses.

Having noticed the situation in Riluo Village from afar, they rushed in directly without a moment of pause. 

Among the three taking the lead, the one in the middle was a white-faced young man in white with a jade folding fan in hand. Beside him were an old man and old woman in linen cloaks, who were gray-haired, with wrinkled faces. 

"I didn’t expect they would come. . . " The master of Sheya Cave felt very regretful at that moment. 

It was then that he finally realized it was impossible for him to seize the Sword Zhongfeng.  

The Blood Killer’s face also turned pale. 

"Our master recklessly arranged for me to stay here alone. It will take at least one day for the Shadow Killer to come. So, we’d better get out of here as soon as possible instead of being entangled here." He glanced at the team pa.s.sing by with a glint in his eyes.

In the world of martial arts, the nine national clans were listed at the top as nine giants overlooking and watching everything calmly. They did not expect that another giant would also come into being with the appearance of the Sword Zhongfeng.

The dozens of people riding horses came from the Qianfan Clan of the nine national clans. If his intelligence was correct, the white-faced young man should be Ren Yu, the only son of the master of the Qianfan Clan and the two guarding servants standing beside him were Uncle Iron and Aunt Water.

Although the Qianfan Clan was well-known, its influence on the land was not strong. However, as one of the nine national clans, even if it only took thirty percent of its strength, it was comparable enough to any first-cla.s.s clan, let alone other ordinary forces.

The Qianfan Clan used to be a gra.s.sroots gang, but now it was ranked among the nine national clans with recognition from all the forces of martial arts, so it was conceivable that they could be this powerful.

It was said they owned thousands of huge boats all over the rivers and seas; even the salt and grain transportation for the royal court depended on their service. All the river transportation nationwide was under their control. Without their permission, nothing could be delivered through river transportation. 

Wherever the Qianfan Clan pa.s.sed, the sails on their boats looked like layers of clouds.

With one boat and one temple as well as one gang of over a 100,000 people, all the rivers, lakes, and seas in the world were under their control

Among the nine national clans, the White Horse Temple was regarded as the top one in terms of the actual strength, although they were in harmony with the rest clans. However, the Qianfan Clan enjoyed unparalleled advantages on rivers or at sea.