novelapdf Chapter 568 It's you! Chen Mu! We have no grudge against each other!
Chapter 568 It's you! Chen Mu! We have no grudge against each other!
However, this was exactly the sword he was waiting for when he turned around.
Clang!
The sword light from the eleven swordsmen struck the fire sword, and the collision of the two sword intents produced a piercing metallic clang.
Wang Teng felt a strange force travel straight through the sword, and his hand gripping the sword trembled violently.
The flames on the fire sword were dimmed by the sword intent, and he was then shaken back several steps, only managing to regain his balance after his back hit an ancient tree.
Wang Teng suddenly raised his head and immediately saw the attacker's face!
"It's you! Chen Mu from Huangzhou!"
Wang Teng's pupils constricted sharply, and a ferocious expression appeared on his face.
"You mere Core Formation Grand Perfection cultivator, relying on a tattered banner to kill Old Monster Crimson, really think you're invincible? You dare to ambush me? You're courting death!"
Holding a long sword, Chen Fan remained indifferent and offered no response.
"Kill him!" Wang Teng shouted sternly.
Four Nascent Soul cultivators from the Wang family simultaneously launched their attacks, bombarding Chen Fan with various magical treasures.
Without turning his head, Chen Fan unfurled the Black Soul Banner, and the malevolent aura of a million souls surged forth as if it were tangible, blasting away the magical treasures of the four Nascent Soul cultivators.
The four men immediately let out a muffled groan and retreated several steps, their faces pale.
Wang Teng's expression changed slightly, but he still did not back down.
He formed hand seals, and flames blazed all around him as he pushed the Heavenly Fire True Technique to its limit, causing a towering flame dharma image several meters tall to appear behind him.
The entire form of the Dharma image is composed of crimson flames, radiating scorching heat that distorts and deforms the surrounding air.
"Heavenly Fire Burns the Sky!" Wang Teng roared, unleashing his fiery avatar with both palms, sending two pillars of fire hurtling towards Chen Fan like fire dragons.
Chen Fan stood still.
Only when the two pillars of fire were within three feet of him did he raise his left hand and thrust the Black Soul Banner into front of him.
The banner suddenly grew to a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and the black mist on its surface condensed into a huge black shield.
The pillar of fire slammed into the black shield, hissing and burning. Layers of black mist were evaporated by the flames, but it was never burned through.
At the same time, he drew his sword, Eleven, with a gray-white sword light condensing on the blade, and unleashed a slash.
This sword strike had no fancy moves, no dazzling sword shadows, just a simple, unremarkable straight thrust.
Yet this seemingly ordinary sword strike sent chills down Wang Teng's spine.
He felt as if he were locked onto by an invisible force, and no matter which direction he dodged, the sword would definitely pierce him.
The sword intent of cause and effect is unavoidable!
Wang Teng gritted his teeth, pushed his Flame Dharma Form to its limit, and clasped his hands together in front of him, forcefully trapping the tip of Eleven's sword.
The flames clashed violently with the gray-white sword light, producing a piercing hiss.
Visibly, the ground beneath Wang Teng's feet was cracking inch by inch, his legs were already half a foot deep in the soil, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, clearly indicating that he had used all his strength.
However, Chen Fan's sword continued to move forward.
Inch by inch, slowly and steadily.
Then, the sword tip pierced through the palms of the Flame Dharma Image, creating several cracks. Crimson flames gushed out from the cracks, but they could not stop the advance of the gray-white sword light.
Terrification finally surfaced in Wang Teng's eyes.
He could feel the power contained within that sword constantly increasing!
The guest elder from the desolate state in front of him, whom he regarded as a mere Core Formation ant, was in his view an absolute possibility that his true cultivation level was no lower than that of a Nascent Soul cultivator!
"Who...who exactly are you?" Wang Teng asked hoarsely.
Chen Fan did not answer.
The eleven sword tips had pierced through the fiery avatar's palms and were pressed against Wang Teng's chest. The protective aura shattered like paper before the causal sword intent, the sword tips piercing the skin, and blood flowed down the blade.
Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his heart, a dazzling crimson light suddenly burst forth from Wang Teng's chest.
The next second, a terrifying pressure at the Nascent Soul level suddenly erupted from the light, causing Chen Fan's sword tip to deflect by half an inch.
Immediately afterwards, the red light transformed into a crimson protective mirror!
The mirror surface was covered with densely packed flame runes, each rune radiating spiritual pressure at the Nascent Soul level.
A life-saving magic pack at the Divine Transformation level!
Red Sun Heart-Protecting Mirror.
The moment the Heart-Protecting Mirror appeared, it automatically locked onto Chen Fan's aura, and a crimson beam of flame shot out from the mirror, heading straight for his face.
The power of the flames contained within the beam of light was terrifying; wherever it passed, the air was burned into a vacuum, and the rubble on the ground instantly melted into magma.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted slightly, and as he retreated rapidly, he held the Black Soul Banner horizontally in front of him.
The next moment, a pillar of flame slammed into the black shield, sending him staggering back more than ten feet before he regained his footing.
Chen Fan glanced down at the Black Soul Banner and saw that the flame beam had burned a shallow scorch mark on the banner's surface!
Wang Teng was enveloped by the Crimson Sun Heart-Protecting Mirror and transformed into a streak of red light, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye!
Chen Fan did not immediately pursue them.
Once a life-saving magic treasure at the Nascent Soul level is activated, it would be almost impossible for him to intercept it with his current cultivation level.
He expressionlessly sheathed Eleven, then tucked the Black Soul Banner back into his waistband. Following the aura of the Wang family cultivators, he turned and disappeared into the shadows of the dense forest.
The incredibly fast Chen Fan soon encountered a lone Nascent Soul cultivator from the Wang family!
Without the slightest hesitation, he drew his sword and killed the enemy, then collected their souls!
Without lingering, Chen Fan continued chasing after the next Wang family cultivator!
In less than half a day, four of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators from the Wang family that Wang Teng brought into the Ten Thousand Demon Valley had been lost, and the remaining three were all injured!
In a disheveled state, they could only follow behind Wang Teng and flee in all directions.
"Young Master, that person is catching up again!" a Wang family cultivator covered in blood cried out in terror.
Wang Teng's face turned pale. He glanced back at the faintly visible gray-blue figure in the dense forest behind him, gritting his teeth in despair.
As a direct descendant of the Wang family, Wang Teng, with a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, was always surrounded by followers and commanded great prestige wherever he went.
But now he is being chased around the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons like a dog by an unknown guest elder from the desolate state. If word gets out, where will the Wang family's face be?
"Chen Mu!" Wang Teng shouted hoarsely as he flew away.
"My Wang family has no grudge against you, why must you be so ruthless? If it's for points, I'll give you all the points in Youzhou! If it's for spirit stones, name your price, I'll give you whatever it takes! I just beg you to spare my life!"
There was no response from the dense forest behind him, only a gray-white sword beam that pierced through the air and cut a Nascent Soul cultivator and his magic weapon in two.
Seeing this, Wang Teng turned pale with fright and dared not ask any more questions. He desperately urged his escape light to flee into the distance.
At the same time, he took out a crimson jade talisman from his sleeve, crushed it, and the talisman instantly transformed into a flame shield that enveloped him!
This is his last trump card to save his life!
However, just as the flame shield lit up, three more black spears came hurtling through the air from behind and slammed into the shield.
The first black spear cracked the shield, the second spear widened the crack, and the third spear shattered the shield completely.
The crimson fragments dissipated into a sky full of flames, and Wang Teng was so shocked by the recoil that he spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered towards the ground.