The Villain's White Lotus Halo Chapter 72

Chapter 72

It is only about life and death, not about winning or losing

Translated by Vaishu

Edited by Vaishu

Although he said he was going to pull out his sword, Yan Wenyue only managed to get half an inch out of the lake.

The shadow in the gra.s.s had been gathering his strength for a long time, and since he had jumped out, he would not let him take the initiative.

The dead gra.s.s in the surrounding area fell to the ground, the black shadow’s palm striking Yan Qianyi’s right shoulder.

The enormous devil Qi was pressing down, and Yin Biyue held his sword horizontally to block it. Leaning against the lake, a buzzing sound could be heard, blocking the devil Qi.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in front of his eyes. The dagger in his opponent’s sleeve flew straight at him. The sharp light made his eyes hurt.

With a flick of his wrist, Yin Biyue relied on the defense of the lake to turn into a stab, then opened the dagger. However, he was caught off guard and took two steps back, finally seeing the black shadow.

It was different from the two pale-skinned magic cultivators he had met in the Southern Land.

The other party’s entire body was wrapped in a solid black cloth. His cultivation realm was restrained, so it was impossible to see his depth. Only his pair of cold and sharp eyes could be seen.

After a long time, the more Yin Biyue found out, this kind of people who were dressed in the same way and had the same name, Hunters on the Wasteland.

They live, roam, and plunder the moors, and their prey is solitary travelers.

Normally, one would know how to fight. After patient observation, a long ambush, determine the strength of the prey and then kill it in one hit.

But now, the hunter’s tracks were exposed, and he suddenly made a move but was unable to kill Yin Biyue. According to experience, he should leave as fast as possible.

But he didn’t.

This was because these two people wore beautiful Daoist robes. They seemed to be very wealthy, and their expressions also seemed to be naive and ignorant of the affairs of the world.

After this hunt, it should be enough for half a year.

It was worth it.

The more Yin Biyue didn’t know what the other party was thinking, the more it took for him to reach out to the dagger in an instant.

He was unable to unsheathe the Lacustrine Sword at the first possible moment, which made him fl.u.s.tered for a moment before quickly calming himself down. The two steps he took to retreat had already subconsciously used ‘Stepping Mountains and Rivers’.

These two steps were so fast that they had won him time.

Leaning against the lake sword, the white figure leaped high into the air. Accompanied by a long cry that reverberated through the wilderness, he was like a bird flying into the forest as he pressed down towards his opponent.

While he was in the air, the gra.s.s on the ground suddenly split apart, extending over a hundred feet.

The sword qi swept across like the waves of the ocean.

It was precisely the Cangya Sword Technique’s’ Crane Howl Soars Through the Clouds’.

He was already in the initial stage, and his Zhen yuan and the way of the sword were incomparable.

The power of this strike was ten times greater than that of the Falling Flower Meeting.

At the same time as he struck out with his sword, Yin Biyue had already calculated the 100 responses of his opponent at lightning speed in his sea of consciousness. He had even counted to twenty moves away from himself.

However, he had not expected that the other party would not even pay attention to his sword.

The dagger cut through the air and into his throat.

It was neat and clean, like cutting weeds to block the way.

Because it was simple and unbelievably fast, the trajectory formed a black arc of light.

The hunter was confident of being faster than he was, or at least as fast.

Then, when Yin Biyue’s sword pierced through his heart meridian, he would cut his throat.

“Rustle, rustle ~ ~ ~”

The short dagger’s edge ignited with white gas.

It was the sound of the Small Success Realm cultivator’s protective true essence being broken through.

Within a minute, he felt a bone-chilling coldness.

Even though his sword had already pierced into his opponent’s body and the centrifugal pulse was only half an inch, he was forced to change his attack and return to his sword defense.

Because he was afraid.

It was only at this moment that he finally understood what the Sword Saint had just said.

This was a true battle of life and death.

The other side’s method of fighting with all their might to exchange injuries was far different from that of Flawless Flower.

Facing an enemy who had no fear of death, all the exquisite sword moves and calculations had lost their meaning.

As Yin Biyue fell to the ground, the hunter didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath.

The short dagger cut through the air in a black arc, its trajectory condensing into a thin line.

Countless withered leaves of gra.s.s were cut at the line, leaving a flat cut.

Dancing in the autumn wind.

The dagger’s trajectory turned into a net, dislocating the s.p.a.ce in the Wasteland.

This is the hunter’s net.

However, the Yin Biyue was in this net, and he could not advance or retreat.

“Clang, clang, clang ~ ~ ~”

The intense ear-piercing collision sound reverberated in the air. In a breath’s time, the Lacustrine Sword had met every single line, and it had struck the dagger a thousand times.

With a flip of his wrist, Yin Biyue directly stabbed the sword into the ground.

The ground was cracked open, and countless streams of sword Qi shot out from around his body, cutting off the huge black net that covered the sky and the earth.

When he drew his sword, mud and gravel flew everywhere.

A cold chill rose, and the dead gra.s.s on the ground began to form layers of frost.

Frost Water Sword!

The hunter flew towards him with his dagger in hand, ready to confront him head-on.

The more Yin Biyue was sure, the more he was sure that this strike would cut off the other party’s dagger.

No one knew better than he the sharpness and hardness of the lake.

However, in the next moment, his sword did not land.

This was because the dagger in the other party’s right hand suddenly left his hand and was thrown toward his face. A long blade strangely appeared in his left hand and slashed horizontally towards the other party’s abdomen.

A knife in his sleeve.

The enemy never said he had only one dagger.

No matter how favorable the situation may seem, it is foolish to bring the hunter close.

“Swis.h.!.+”

White smoke rose into the air, and the protective true essence shattered.

The method was shameless, but it was effective.

The more Yin Biyue tried to block the Thundering One’s dagger, the less he was able to protect the long blade.

The saber was in a flurry, and the devil energy was not heavy, but it still broke through his protective zhen yuan layer.

A thin line of blood seeped out of the Daoist robe.

His sword was fast enough, so he was not cut in half.

From the beginning of the battle until now, although both sides had used many moves, the duration of the battle had only been half a cup of tea.

Yin Biyue has twice fallen into an extremely dangerous situation.

It reminded him of what had happened in the dark caves of t.i.tian Mountain.

If his senior was here, he would still be a burden.

Too bad.

It was obvious that he had been guided by the number one Sword Saint, who had broken through to the initial stage.

Still no progress.

The more Yin Biyue used his true energy to seal the wound in his abdomen, the more his expression was as calm as water.

The longblade pierced through the wind.

The vast devil energy exploded in the wilderness, with the edge of the blade as the center. The wild gra.s.s in all directions was minced into powder, rustling like rain.

The hunter finally used his strongest technique, because he was sure that his opponent had just been hit by the knife. At this moment, he was in a complete mess.

If he wanted to use his sword, he would not be able to dodge this strike.

If he wanted to retreat, he could only do so from now on.

Yin Biyue only s.h.i.+fted his body to the side and struck out with his sword at the same time.

Berserk true essence poured out, but it was not in broad daylight.

He flew towards the edge of the blade, his Daoist robe fluttering in the wind.

There was no light, no sword chime.

He could only let out a breath of air as he slashed out with his sword!

The lakesh.o.r.e was aware of his master’s heart and began to cry out in heaven and earth.

As a result, the autumn wind was tranquil, leaving only the sound of the sword in the wilderness!

Swordsaint, who was standing behind the wild gra.s.s, had a surprised look on his face.

For the first time since the battle had begun, an expression had appeared on his face.

After a breath, the swords and sabers never met.

At the same time, it entered the opponent’s body.

Hunters do not protect themselves with magic breath. It is considered a waste.

The more Yin Biyue chose to use all of his true essence, the more he would be able to use his sword.

Thus, at this moment, there was no sound, only blood splattering everywhere.

The black and red blood turned into flowers blooming in the air.

The hunter’s eyes froze in shock.

He did not understand why his opponent’s sword was faster than his.

What had gone wrong?

As the Yin Biyue drew its sword, the dead Devil cultivator fell backward, landing on the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

The other party’s long blade was pulled out of his body, just a hair’s breadth away from stabbing into his heart meridian.

Blood trickled down the blade, and the wind was thick with the stench of blood.

The Sword Saint walked out.

Yin Biyue looked more confused, “Master, I didn’t do well …”

“I was at the same cultivation level as him, but I nearly lost to him.”

Sword Saint patted his shoulder and said, “It’s only about life and death. We don’t look at the victor.”

There was another sentence that Wei Jingfeng did not say.

This person’s cultivation realm was actually higher than his disciple’s. It was just that his demonic cultivation method was special, so it was difficult for him to show off his might.

Yin Biyue was patted on the shoulder by his master.

Both the gloom and the bewilderment were gone.

He laughed softly.

The blazing setting sun fell upon the wasteland, illuminating his blood-stained white hair and brows.

It had been seven days since Luo Mingchuan came to the western border. This time, he brought more than three hundred disciples of Cang Ya down the mountain.

In the middle of the journey, one team escorted the refugees north, while the other team followed him to the west to exorcise demons.

There were traces of Demon Cultivators wreaking havoc everywhere on the road. They had also fought against a few solo players.

However, they had yet to encounter the Devil Cultivator Army.

Until they entered this town.

The town was not very prosperous, and it was completely empty. Even the barking of dogs and chickens could not be heard.

The street was strewn with miscellaneous items, which showed just how panicky he was when he fled.

Fortunately, there were no bloodstains on the corpses. The townspeople must have received the news earlier.

But the town was still full of magic.

There were magic cultivators still hiding here, but the enemy was in the dark, and they were in the light.

“Be alert at all times. Don’t let the team disperse.”

“I’ll take a look up there.”

He flew toward the tower of the town.

He held a lot of prestige among the disciples. No matter what arrangements he made, no one objected.

As it turned out, his decisions were always the most appropriate and effective.

Luo Mingchuan looked from the tower, taking in the desolate town below.

Compared to Jia Lan’s eye technique, his spiritual sense was clearly weaker.

He didn’t need to climb to the top on purpose, he only needed to be on guard against people seeing through his Qi Method.

Now, for the first time since he had descended the mountain, he used his eye technique.

Because he had deliberately reduced his dependence on it.

There were at least ten people gathered at the mansion on the east side of the town.

They had a special method of concealment that allowed them to restrain their auras and avoid the observation of spiritual sense.

This exquisite concealment should be from the Jade Palace, one of the Twelve Palaces.

Just as Luo Mingchuan was focusing his eyes to look, he suddenly took three steps back.

Just as his foot landed on the ground, the green brick he had just stood on exploded!

The entire tower shook slightly.

After the smoke and dust, the enemy’s figure became more and more visible.

The five of them had unfathomable cultivations, sealing off all paths of retreat around him.

Hearing this, the disciples of the Vast Expanse School began to move. Some of them were already rus.h.i.+ng towards the tower.

Luo Mingchuan shouted at the same time as he took action.

“Don’t come over!”

“Everyone, be careful!”

Before he could finish his words, a miserable wail rang out in the group.

When their minds were distracted by the explosion, they didn’t notice that the demonic cultivator had come to their side without a sound.

The golden light of the Buddhist hand shone on the paG.o.da. This was the fastest way to break out of this encirclement.

The enemies in front of him were blown away, but the remaining three quickly gathered around.

One of them had the highest cultivation base, the other two were led by him.

The bandit leader was the first to be captured. His boat sword was unsheathed, slas.h.i.+ng forward with a sharp sword qi.

The tower cracked at the feet of Luo Mingchuan, and the cracks spread out, filling the sky with gravel and dust.

It also seemed to have a life of its own as it gathered around the sword and slashed towards the enemy along with the sword’s edge.

It was as though there were ten million swords.

The two people on the opposite side formed a solid wall of devil Qi, blocking the way of the other person, while that person’s hands quickly changed hands, and ten thousand swords formed from devil Qi flew in the air.

Weng Weng Weng Weng, countless swords of both sides clashed in the air.

Luo Mingchuan was anxious to get down from the paG.o.da and help the disciples of Cang Ya, so he did not hold anything back.

“Rumble …”

The wall of demonic energy was broken open as sword energies swept out. The two demonic cultivators suffered a backlash and their hearts were shattered.

The fragile tower finally collapsed under the weight of the weight.

Amidst the dust that covered the sky, that person was still standing in the air, forming a seal.

His face did not change at all, as if he had not seen his companion fall or die.

Thousands of swords appeared out of nowhere.

Luo Mingchuan’s heart sank. He knew that he had underestimated his opponent’s strength and reaction speed.

There was no time to use the sword energy again, but his gaze was faster than the sword.

His pupils shrank, and the ten thousand swords of devil energy in front of him shattered inch by inch.

It gave him time to strike.

The sunken boat broke through the heavy encirclement and arrived in front of the enemy.

However, the other party suddenly withdrew his hand. Shock appeared on his face as he allowed the crushed earth to penetrate his body.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Finally, his heart was pierced by a long sword, but he looked into Luo Mingchuan’s eyes and shouted,

“Lord …”

Then it fell from the sky and landed in the ruins of the tower.