Spiritual And Martial Conqueror Chapter 161

Chapter 161 - Poison Commander-in-Chief

The Black Sword Sect Elders suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. Just as they were about to say something in anger, the words they were about to open their mouths to say came to a halt.

Sensing the source of the voice, only then did the people from the Black Sword Sect focus their attention on the pale-faced old man beside Lu Shaoyu. At this moment, the old man was filled with killing intent and his ice-cold gaze spread out.

He was a stranger that did not want to get close, and was definitely a bloodthirsty and ruthless person. The reason he was able to have some relations with him was also because he had established it when he was heavily injured. Otherwise, how could he have been able to get this old poisonous creature to join the Flying Spirit Sect?

Feeling this ice-cold Qi, the previously furious Qian Batian's face suddenly changed. He had never expected the Flying Spirit Sect to suddenly have an unknown master, the old man in black didn't hide the killing intent in his eyes and looked at him with fear in his heart. From this Qi, he could tell that this person was extremely powerful.

As Qian Batian stared at the Poison Cult Marshal, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "I don't know what your name is. I am not sure if my visit to the Flying Spirit Sect has affected you. If that's the case, I will leave immediately!"

In Qian Batian's heart, he had already placed great importance on this black-robed old man. This old man was extremely powerful. If he were to interfere in the matter of the Flying Spirit Sect, he wouldn't be able to gain anything from it.

When they heard Qian Batian's words, even the disciples of the Flying Spirit Sect and the Black Sword Sect were greatly surprised. Qian Batian had always been domineering and arrogant.

Of course, the elders of the Black Sword Sect could also sense the aura of this black-robed elder at this moment. This person was definitely extremely difficult to provoke.

"Hmph." The Poison Soul Marshal sneered, "I've joined the Flying Spirit Sect today, so you guys have come to cause trouble. Since you guys want to make things difficult for me, then I'll have to make things difficult for you guys!"

With that, the Poison Soul Marshal, Dong Wuming, slowly walked towards Qian Batian.

Qian Batian's expression changed greatly when he saw the Poison Cult Commander walk towards him. He immediately said, "You misunderstand. First, I didn't know that you had joined the Flying Spirit Sect today. Second, the Flying Spirit Sect really captured a disciple of mine. I came here to ask for an explanation. I definitely don't want to make things difficult for you."

"Really? Capturing a disciple like you is nothing. To think that the Zephyr Guild likes to capture a disciple of your Black Sword Sect. Today, when I joined the Zephyr Guild, I'll give you a gift and capture you as well." The poison marshal said coldly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone in the Black Sword Sect changed drastically. Even the members of the Flying Spirit Sect had astonished expressions. The Sect Leader was really bold in his att.i.tude.

"What do you want? My Black Sword Sect is not someone to be trifled with. At worst, both of us will suffer." Qian Batian couldn't help but slightly step back and shout angrily at the Poison Marshal.

"Both of us were defeated, do you think you're worthy?" The Poison Marshal let out a sinister laugh. The aura around his body was no longer suppressed, and a monstrous chill suddenly spread throughout his body.

Sensing the aura that the Poison Soul Marshal had released, the few elders and Qian Batian became even more frightened. They could naturally feel that the aura on the other party's body was that of a Spirit Master.

"Sir, don't go overboard." Qian Batian said loudly.

"Hmph, so what?" The poison marshal roared as he waved his hand, causing the s.p.a.ce in front of him to fluctuate. Following that, a black light appeared beside him. The black light quickly turned into six black streaks of light in the sky.

The speed was too fast, so fast that they did not even have the time to blink before the black fog rushed like lightning towards Qian Batian and the five elders from the Black Sword Sect.

The faces of those people were full of fear. The Zhen Qi beneath their feet burst out, and they instantly dodged.

"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!..."

The six of them leaped away, but before the six disciples could react, they were pierced through by the black light. In an instant, their bodies turned pitch black and they vomited a mouthful of black blood onto the ground.

These six disciples of the Black Sword Sect were the direct disciples of the Black Sword Sect. Their strength was outstanding among the sect members, but they were instantly killed. This immediately caused everyone to be dumbstruck.

"Haha, what a great Black Sword Sect! They're actually using disciples as s.h.i.+elds!" The poison marshal laughed coldly, as his powerful aura shot up into the sky. His body instantly shot out, and in his ice-cold eyes, there was an unconcealable sinister light. A black palm imprint shot out towards Qian Batian.

"Everyone fight it out with the people from the Zephyr Guild! Let's go together!" When Qian Batian saw this mysterious expert attack him, he immediately shouted out loudly. His hands formed a seal and his entire body surged forward as a fist imprint flew out.

The people of the Black Sword Sect hesitated for a moment before drawing their swords and rus.h.i.+ng towards the people of the Flying Spirit Sect. Two of the five elders rushed towards the Poison Spirit Marshal, while the other three went toward Huang Haibo, Zhou Yuzhang, and Zheng Yingying. Lu Shao You shouted. His face darkened and gathered the Mountain Splitting Palm in his hand. He then swept through the Black Sword Sect's Eighth Layer Warriors with his palm.

"Bang …"

A palm print quickly sent the Black Sword Sect disciple flying. Lu Shaowu took this opportunity to observe the entire scene. At this time, the disciples and the three elders of the Flying Spirit Sect also made their moves, however, in terms of aura, the disciples of the Flying Spirit Sect were far inferior to the disciples of the Black Sword Sect.

"Xiaolong, protect Zhitong." Lu Shao You was the closest to carrying Lu Xin Tong to the back. He ordered Xiaolong to protect Lu Xin Tong, and his face slightly darkened as if he was pondering something. He gritted his teeth and ordered the Heavenly Snow Lion to come over in his mind.

"Roar …"

From the back of the mountain, an enormous roar thundered out. In an instant, the ma.s.sive body of a demonic beast descended from the sky. Its tyrannical aura permeated the air. It was none other than the Heavenly Snow Lion.

When the Heavenly Winged Snow Lion appeared, everyone present, other than the Poison Spirit Marshal, were shocked.

The Heavenly Winged Snow Lion immediately flapped its wings and sent out a stream of air into the sky. The air whistled as it expanded, instantly becoming two hundred meters in size. Like a huge tornado, it swept towards the people from the Black Sword Sect.

The Heavenly Winged Snow Lion had long since received Lu Shaoyu's order to kill everyone in the Black Sword Sect. At this moment, a violent tornado swept past, sweeping up a patch of vegetation and debris on the ground.

"Bang bang bang …"

Dozens of Black Sword Sect disciples, who were still in a state of shock, were swept into the ring. Their bodies were thrown into the air and then heavily fell onto the ground, turning them into corpses.

The Sky Winged Snow Lion landed on the ground, flapped its wings, and a wind blade-like claw light burst out from its snow-white front claw. Its claw tore through the air, and a sharp sound of wind breaking rang out as the claw print twisted the s.p.a.ce and ruthlessly landed on the bodies of the two Black Sword Sect disciples.

"It's a flying demonic beast. The one that was in the back mountain of our sect a few days ago is this flying demonic beast." The expressions of the few Black Sword Sect Elders changed drastically. They could vaguely see that the Heavenly Snow Lion was the flying demonic beast that they had chased a few days ago.

"Bang …"

In that instant, Qian Batian was sent flying by the Soul Poison Marshal. He was not a match for him.

"Huff, huff …" At this moment, the two elders of the Black Sword Sect, one on the left and one on the right, gathered a powerful energy attack to attack the poison marshal.

"Although I'm injured, it's enough to kill all of you." The Venomous Spirit Marshal snorted coldly, and a handprint appeared in his hand. Two thick black lights instantly shot out from his left and right hands, tearing through the air towards the two Elders of the Black Sword Sect. The black light directly tore through the s.p.a.ce, like a snake leaving its lair.

The enormous energy immediately collided violently. An energy ripple exploded like a wave.

"Bang!" "Bang! …"

Under the tremendous energy explosion, the entire sky was instantly covered by a dense black fog. As the pungent smell filled the air, a large amount of energy poured onto the two of them, mixed with the spiritual attack that Spirit Masters specialized in. In an instant, black blood was spat out from the mouths of the two Black Sword Sect elders, and their bodies began to rot and die.

The Poison Marshal's entire body was filled with poison, and his attack power was also hidden with the deadly poison of the soul stealing. At the same time, he also had the strongest soul attack from a spirit user.

The Poison Soul Marshal, Dong Wuming, did not even glance at the two elders from the Black Sword Sect as he pounced towards Qian Batian once again. His hand formed a seal and a black fog condensed around it.

As the paw print flashed, it tore through the air and made a hissing sound. The Soul Poison Marshal Dong Wuming's eyes shot out killing intent as the claw print rapidly slashed out, causing the air currents to ripple outwards.

This claw imprint was accompanied by a cold and majestic aura. It instantly exploded from the hands of the Soul Summoning Poison Marshal, tearing through the void as a series of sonic booms rang out.

Feeling the terrifying power of the Poison Soul Marshal, Qian Batian's face was filled with absolute fear. He did not expect that the Flying Spirit Sect would have such a strong expert within them, and he should not have provoked them. However, it was too late for regret.

The instant the hand seal was formed, sword beams filled the sky, tearing through the air as they swept towards the Poison Soul Marshal.