Chapter 147: Mysterious Blood Poison (Part 1)

  "Beacon fires linking the sky——!"

  Facing Deng Wanchuan's nine golden sword tips, Xuantian Sword changed its move, one sword swept across the sky.

  In an instant, the flame giant sword dissipated and transformed into a sky full of fire rain. Each drop of fire rain was a small flame sword that covered the sky and flew shallowly in all directions.

  Ding ding clang clang a burst of explosion, swords and flames splashing across the sky, disappearing in an instant, nine golden sword tips also simultaneously turned into nothingness.

  "Take one of my ultimate moves - Golden Lotus Sword."

  Deng Wanchuan let out a loud roar, the corners of his mouth curled up in a hint of a smile. His hands tightly grasped the mid-grade Xuanjie sword, and his entire being suddenly erupted with energy. The sword aura burst forth in all directions, the tip of the sword shot out explosively, and he raised it to the sky.

  In an instant, the sword energy from all directions converged, forming one small sword after another, neatly arranged above Deng Wanchuan's head. The sword tips shot up into the sky and transformed into a huge golden flower. Those small, delicate swords were arranged around the golden flower, looking like a giant golden lotus.

  One Sword Golden Lotus, the ultimate move of the mid-grade sword technique "Golden Mang Instant Kill Sword", with a power comparable to that of an upper-grade sword technique.

  Deng Wanchuan unleashed his 'One Sword Golden Lotus', and it can be said that he had brought out all the skills he had been holding back, to deliver a fatal blow to Xuan Tian.

  The golden lotus composed of sword hilts and energy swords rotated and moved, and in an instant, countless energy swords shot out, densely packed, towards Xuan Tian.

  "What a trivial matter!" Xuan Tian let out a cold snort, his right leg stomping fiercely on the ground, and his entire body shot up into the air like a spring, charging towards the golden lotus amidst the dense swarm of flying sword energies.

  That golden lotus formed a huge golden aura, enveloping Deng Wanchuan within it. If Xuantian were to attack Deng Wanchuan directly, he would find it difficult to break through the defense of the golden aura. Even if he could break through, with the resistance of the golden aura, Deng Wanchuan could still dodge at any time, while Xuantian would have to face that golden fatal attack.

  Since this is a unique skill, its power must be extraordinary. Xuan Tian took the initiative to attack, not giving Deng Wanchuan a chance to strike first.

  Xuantian's physique was incredibly powerful, and those sword-like energies that struck his body were like mere scratches, causing him no harm.

  Xian Tian directly charged towards Jin Lian, Deng Wan Chuan's face showed a hint of surprise, because resolving 'One Sword Golden Lotus' by direct attack was the most effective method. Otherwise, there was only retreat and escape.

  However, Deng Wanchuan's expression was more disdainful, saying: "This golden lotus is the culmination of my lifelong efforts, the thickness of my innate true energy surpasses your imagination. To think that you can break it with brute force is simply seeking a dead end, Golden Lotus Kill!"

  As they spoke, Deng Wanchuan's sword aura moved, and the giant golden lotus flower spun at a speed that increased by more than tenfold in an instant. Not only did countless air swords slash out towards Xuantian, but even the sword edges themselves shot out one after another in all directions. In an instant, Xuantian faced dozens of golden sword edges attacking him from all sides.

  That golden sword tip, the moment it left the Golden Lotus, transformed into a small golden lotus flower that rapidly spun around. It's not hard to imagine that this small golden lotus would possess terrifying attacking power.

  Dozens of golden sword tips transformed into dozens of small golden lotus flowers, densely flying towards the mysterious sky. A series of sonic booms echoed through the void as the air was sliced apart by these rapidly spinning golden lotuses.

  Sword energy like a raging wind, towards the mysterious sky swooping down.

  "Hmph!" Xuan Tian showed no fear, and with a cold humph, he shouted: "Fire Breaks the Azure Sky—Break for me!"

  As soon as the voice fell, Xuántiān held the 'Heavy Mountain Sword' with both hands, slashing down in mid-air, a flame sword tip burst out instantly, reaching over 100 meters, piercing through the sky.

  At the same time, a powerful invisible force burst out from the mysterious body, and the surrounding void was shaken by that invisible force, producing a visible wave that spread in all directions, like an expanding balloon.

  The power of the second-order sword intent has burst forth.

  "Ah——!" Deng Wanchuan let out a startled cry, and in an instant, he was hit by the illusionary attack of the second-level Sword Intent, giving him a big fright.

  In the void, a gigantic golden lotus was closely connected to Deng Wanchuan. As soon as Deng Wanchuan was frightened, the innate true energy in his body was slightly hindered for an instant, and the color of that golden lotus instantly darkened a lot, its power greatly reduced.

  And the Flame Greatsword imbued with Second-Order Sword Intent, its power surged several times over. With one slash downwards, everything in front of it was cleaved into two halves.

  The void has been shattered.

  The air sword is broken.

  The small golden lotus transformed by Jian Mang were all broken.

  In an instant, the void in front of him seemed to have been struck by a destructive blow. With the "Heavy Mountain Sword" chopping out a giant flame sword, everything was cut into nothingness.

  In the blink of an eye, 'Chong Yue Sword' slashed into the giant golden lotus in mid-air.

  "Fire breaks through the blue sky", nothing is impenetrable.

  Even if that giant golden lotus was the culmination of Deng Wanchuan's lifelong efforts, at this moment he was under the influence of the Second Stage Sword Intent, and his body's innate true energy circulation had been disrupted. The quality of this golden lotus was greatly affected, and it was unable to withstand the overbearing slash of "Fire Shattering the Heavens".

  A loud explosion, the huge golden lotus was instantly cut in half, and in an instant, it transformed into two streams of true energy that immediately retracted back into Deng Wanchuan's body.

  At the same time, Deng Wanchuan let out a shrill cry of despair, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly.

  His body was like it had been hit by a heavy blow, and in an instant he burst backward.

  In an instant, he flew back dozens of meters and crashed into a tree trunk as thick as a normal person's waist.

  Crash! The big tree was knocked into two pieces.

  Deng Wanchuan's body flew backward again for over ten meters before crashing onto the ground.

  Pfft!

  Another big mouthful of blood was spat out.

  Deng Wan Chuan's eyes were filled with incredulity, and he stretched out his left hand with difficulty, pointing at Xuan Tian, saying: "You... you're only at the third level of Pre-Heavenly cultivation, yet you've grasped the second stage of Sword Intent? How is this possible... how is this possible?"

  Deng Wanchuan was already a master of the Innate Realm's sixth layer, yet he still hadn't grasped the sword intent. On the other hand, Xuan Tian had only reached the third layer of the Innate Realm but not only had he grasped the sword intent, he had also reached the second stage of sword intent intensity. As a swordsman, Deng Wanchuan was deeply humiliated.

  To kill Deng Wanchuan, Xuantian revealed his second-order sword intent, and it was unstoppable. Originally, the hidden trump card was used at critical moments, as for Ziyuan watching from the side, she had a simple mind, knowing just that, without any relation.

  "You old scoundrel, die!"

  Xuantian took a step forward, flashing to Deng Wanchuan's side in an instant. The "Heavy Mountain Sword" in his hand slashed out a dazzling sword light, this one sword wanting to cut Deng Wanchuan into two segments.

  Facing Xuan Tian's fatal blow, Deng Wan Chuan's eyes revealed a hint of cruelty instead. He raised his hand, and suddenly, a blood-red talisman appeared in his palm.

  "Not good." Seeing Deng Wanchuan face death with no fear, Xuantian's heart suddenly thought something was off, his body instantly stopped, and he explosively retreated backwards.

  Deng Wan Chuan threw the blood talisman in his hand, and it instantly exploded into six beams of bloody light that shot towards Xuan Tian at a speed several times faster than Xuan Tian's retreat.

  Ghostly shadow bewilders the soul's steps.

  Xuantian's figure flashed, and in an instant, his shadow split into four directions, transforming into sixteen figures that dispersed in all directions.

  Everything happened in an instant. The six blood lights pierced through the sixteen human silhouettes, and it was unclear whether they hit their mark or not.

  However, in the void, a soft hum suddenly sounded, and sixteen figures disappeared instantly. The true body of Xuantian was revealed, and a string of blood flowed from his left shoulder.

  His legs went soft and Xuan Tian stumbled, almost falling to the ground. He held the 'Heavy Mountain Sword' upside down, inserted into the earth, and grasped the hilt to steady his body.

  He quickly pressed the two acupoints on the wound, and his face gradually turned blood red. His body became hotter and hotter as he glared at Deng Wanchuan, gritting his teeth: "What is this thing, it's actually poisonous?"

  "Brother Huang Tian!" From a distance, Ziyan saw what was happening and let out a cry of surprise before rushing over.

  Deng Wanchuan climbed up, he was seriously injured. In an instant, he swallowed a pill of medicine and laughed: "Haha! You little beast, you've been cursed by the Divine Sect, you won't live past an hour, wait for your death with me!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Deng Wanchuan turned around and left. Ziyan had a cultivation base of Santian Third Peak, which Deng Wanchuan could see. Ziyan's strength was far from that of an ordinary Santian Third Peak warrior. At present, he was seriously injured and his strength was greatly reduced, making him no match for her. Moreover, he urgently needed to rest and recover, so even Xuantian couldn't bear to kill him directly and thought of escaping instead.

  Deng Wanchuan had just turned around when a sonic boom sounded, and Xuantian's voice, like the pronouncement of the god of death, rang out beside his ear: "Old thing, leave your dog life behind."

  A refreshing feeling spread from his heart, and Deng Wanchuan thought to himself: This isn't real, this is an illusion created by the second-stage sword intent, this absolutely isn't real.

  However, he lowered his head and saw a sword tip protruding from his chest.

  "Zhòng Yuè Jiàn" pierced into Deng Wanchuan's back and out of his chest, Xuan Tian grasped the hilt of "Zhòng Yuè Jiàn", standing behind Deng Wanchuan, swaying back and forth, that one sword seemed to have used up all his strength.

  A wave of drowsiness washed over him, Xuan Tian's eyelids felt heavier than a thousand catties, and he blinked them shut. His whole body was hot beyond measure, his mind a jumbled mess, dizzy and disoriented. His legs lost all strength to support his body, and he fell to one side.

  Deng Wanchuan's body also fell down at the same time, and the two of them fell to the ground simultaneously.

  In the midst of a deep, dark haze, it seemed as if there was a vast, black net that was going to envelop the entire body of Xuan Tian, completely devouring him. The entire body of Xuan Tian had already been shrouded by this vast, black net, including all the true energy, flesh and blood, and bones within... Xuan Tian could no longer feel anything, including his own body.

  However, in the midst of eyebrows, there is always a thread of coolness, as if it were a paradise in darkness, like God's domain, a pure land, that dark big net can't extend here no matter what.

  Xuantian everything was invisible, and everything had no feeling. However, a white jade small sword appeared in front of him again. Once more, his consciousness retreated to the center of his eyebrows, and once more he saw the white jade small sword hanging at the center of his eyebrows.

  This sword, as white as jade, at his brow, should be very small, but what Xuan Tian 'sees' now is extremely large, and on it are dense cracks, as if it had suffered a huge impact.

  From the crack on the Jade Sword, Xuan Tian felt a power, an overwhelming power, a terrifying power, a kind of power that was frightening just to think about.