The Immortal Taoist Chapter 77

"Just Zhenqi Middle Stage, and his strength is actually stronger than mine? How is that possible? "

As a Zhenqi realm pinnacle fighter, as well as a Heavy Sword Sect Disciple, Song Yang was of the same realm, his strength was more than a level higher than the True Martial Sword Sect, Black Tortoise Sword Sect and the Sky Cracking Sword Sect Disciple. But right now, Ling Dao's strength was clearly stronger than his.

Furthermore, Ling Dao's sword techniques were extremely fierce and tyrannical, his speed was so fast, and just one sword strike was enough to make Song Yang feel afraid. If one were to say that Song Yang did not think much of Ling Dao at the beginning, then he had really begun to pay attention to him now.

"He's stronger than senior brother Song?"

"Could it be that I'm seeing things?"

Zhong Feifei and Chun Lan were both incomparably shocked. Every single time, they felt that they had already seen Ling Dao to his limits, but the result was that each time they saw Ling Dao, they were more shocked than the last. Even in Heavy Sword Sect, Song Yang had a bit of fame. Otherwise, Sect Master of the Heavy Sword Sect would be worried and hand over this matter to Song Yang.

But now, after Ling Dao had openly fought with Song Yang, he had actually lost to him. Even if Ling Dao only had Zhenqi Middle Stage, whether it was strength or sword techniques, Ling Dao was still far superior to him. Now, Ling Dao's Rus.h.i.+ng Thunder Shadowless Sword had already reached perfection, and was simply not something Song Yang could defend against.

"I've caught your sword art, now you're going to take my sword art as well!"

"seven forms of scorching yang!"

The seven forms of scorching yang was after all, a Inferior Sword Style, so it naturally possessed extraordinary might. To a ninth ranked power, either there was no middle graded sword technique or the middle graded sword technique was their sect's absolute art. In any case, it was not something that Song Yang could cultivate. Song Yang's most powerful technique was only Inferior Sword Style.

"Mystic Three!"

Song Yang bellowed, he raised his big sword high up with both hands, and after spinning 360 degrees, he slashed down. A violent wave of air whizzed towards Ling Dao. Even on the ground, a long sword mark had appeared. Immediately after, he took a step forward and did the same action, once again hacking down with all his might.

This matter was far from over, and Song Yang had even fiercely jumped into the air. His body was like a spinning top, spinning at incomparable speed. Only when his body reached its maximum height did he dive down, grasping the greatsword with both of his hands and slas.h.i.+ng down with his strongest force.

"Boom!"

Within a radius of a kilometer, it was as though an earthquake had occurred. On the ground, there were deep trenches that looked like spider webs. As a Inferior Sword Style, the damage of the three profound heavy combos was extremely great. Just in terms of power alone, the three profound heavy combos were obviously stronger than the seven forms of scorching yang.

However, Ling Dao's understanding towards the sword could not be compared with Song Yang's. If Ling Dao were to use Heavy Profound Triple Strike, its power would at least increase explosively by two to three times, or even more. Even if he was using seven forms of scorching yang, Ling Dao was stronger than him.

The sword in Ling Dao's hand seemed to have turned into seven suns; it was extremely terrifying. If it were anyone else, even if they had successfully cultivated the seven forms of scorching yang, it would still be impossible for them to do so. Ling Dao's speed was too fast, which was why he was able to release seven sword attacks in a row, allowing him to use the seven forms of scorching yang's first move to the seventh move.

As the saying goes, lightning and fire do not divide the families. Ling Dao possessed an extremely high talent in the Dao of Thunder, so he naturally had excellent control over the seven forms of scorching yang. A total of seven sword strikes in a row, were all aimed at Song Yang. The violent collision caused the entire battlefield to be filled with dust, sand, and rocks to fly into the air.

Like a cannonball, a figure flew backwards at the fastest speed possible. Zhong Feifei and Chun Lan's eyes were unblinking. They both wanted to know who lost in the end. The battle between the seven forms of scorching yang and the Triple Layered Hands, had already ended.

Ah Pu!

Song Yang was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and on his body, lines of sword slashes appeared one after another. Ling Dao's seven forms of scorching yang seemed to have penetrated his body, causing his body to split from the inside out. With such heavy injuries, forget about battling, wanting to live would be an extravagant hope.

"Senior Brother Song!"

When Zhong Feifei saw the figure lying in the pool of blood, she cried out in alarm. She immediately looked in the direction of the battle. There was a young figure standing there proudly. He held a sword in his hand, as if he was an Archaic Sword G.o.d that had traveled through time and s.p.a.ce.

"Did we lose?"

Chun Lan muttered to herself. Until now, she still could not accept it. The Song Yang of Zhenqi realm pinnacle had actually been defeated by Ling Dao, and even now, not long after they had battled … Not only did victory and defeat come out, it was even a matter of life and death.

"I can't believe I can't even compare to a youngster with Zhenqi Middle Stage …"

Song Yang said softly, as if he had been struck dumb. He really couldn't accept losing to Ling Dao. He already valued Ling Dao, or else he wouldn't have used his most powerful technique, the Triple Strike of the Heavy Profound Realm. But even so, he still lost. Moreover, he lost so miserably.

"I've already said that no one can stop me from killing those I want. Whoever blocks me will die!"

With Scorching Sun Sword in hand, Ling Dao walked towards Song Yang. Song Yang, Zhong Feifei, Chun Lan … none of them could survive. Firstly, they had enmity. If they were allowed to return to the Heavy Sword Sect alive, then Ling Dao wouldn't have any place to stand on in the Anshan County. The Sky-splitting Sword Sect was only a tenth ranked power, he did not dare to have a death match with the Heavy Sword Sect.

Secondly, whether it was Song Yang, Zhong Fei Fei, or Chun Lan, they all knew about Ling Dao's situation. Ling Dao did not plan to let others know about these things. Venomous Serpent Gang Leader and the rest knew about it, so they died. The three of them knew that they had to die as well.

"Die!"

Ling Dao took a step forward, and came to Chun Lan's side. With the speed of his sword, it was impossible for Chun Lan to block her attack. Chun Lan only had enough time to touch her neck as fresh red blood stained her hands. Just a single sword strike had taken his life.

"It's your turn!"

Seeing Ling Dao walk over with a sword in hand, Song Yang laughed bitterly. He no longer had the strength to unleash his sword, as the Scorching Sun Sword directly sliced off his head and sent it flying. In just a short moment, Chun Lan and Song Yang had both died, leaving only Zhong Fei Fei.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! Don't come near me! "

Zhong Feifei was so scared that her b.u.t.t hit the ground, but she didn't even stand up. She just held her hands behind her back and kept moving back. Her face was pale and her eyes were filled with fear. Chun Lan and Song Yang were both dead, so she shouldn't even think about living on her own.

"If I had known earlier, why would I have done what I did?"

Ling Dao picked up Song Yang's big sword, then stepped on the Eight Steps of Star Chasing and came to Zhong Fei Fei's side. He leapt up and threw the greatsword downwards. Zhong Feifei only had enough time to let out a blood-curdling screech before she was nailed to the ground by the broadsword.

"I... My dad... will not... Let go... You... "Yes!"