Chapter 262 – The Sword that Breaks the Heart (1/2)

Chapter 262 - The Sword that Breaks the Heart

The eyes reddened and the cheeks began to sprout hair; this was the transformation of the demi-human.

In a few moments, Zhexiu's strength increased several times and his body grew stronger to an unimaginable level. Although the demon woman's hands had already torn at his shoulder, it was unable to shatter his bones. At a crucial moment, the treacherous sword that pierced his waist could go no deeper.

The sword was pulled out with a whoosh, then chopped at Zhexiu's neck. Given the Qi at the edge of the sword, Zhexiu would still have not been able to block it even if he had completely transformed.

Qi Jian spotted this scene out of the corner of his eye and was shocked beyond belief, but his sword was currently entangled with the sword of the woman, and so he was incapable of providing assistance. His left hand grasped his sheathe and moved to protect Zhexiu's back. He used the incredibly sharp Mount Li swordplay in order to block that sword.

However, the sword floated like a spirit snake and, as if it were extremely familiar with Qi Jian's swordplay, inclined upwards and actually easily broke through Qi Jian's sword move. The second thrust of the sword had never been aimed at Zhexiu. Its target had always been Qi Jian.

On the lakeshore, another squelch sounded out.

Qi Jian's lower abdomen had been directly thrust through by that treacherous and extremely powerful sword. Blood spurted out violently.

In a flash, that sword was extracted like lightning from Qi Jian's abdomen. Afterwards, it inclined once again, this time thrusting towards Chen Changsheng.

The person's first sword had heavily wounded Zhexiu and the second had heavily wounded Qi Jian. It had come noiselessly and caught them unprepared, bringing forth extremely painful consequences. Would Chen Changsheng be able to avoid it?

Chen Changsheng finally responded to the sword which had pierced Zhexiu and Qi Jian. Using the Yeshi Step with his feet, he narrowly avoided the edge of the sword which approached from behind.

However, at that very moment, the attack of the demon general couple also arrived.

Teng Xiaoming, his face expressionless, picked up his two baskets and hurled them at Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng had been forced forwards by that treacherous sword, so he had no energy left over to avoid this attack.

The two baskets were like small mountains, smashing down towards his head.

Chen Changsheng's true essence swiftly flowed out. His dagger was unsheathed, after which an extremely wondrous flower bloomed, forming two branches that—in the most improbable of circumstances—pierced the two baskets.

With two successive tearing sounds, the two baskets fell into pieces and became two puffs of dust.

The carrying pole in Teng Xiaoming's hand smashed at Chen Changsheng’s head.

If those two baskets were like mountains, then the carrying pole wielded by the twenty-fourth demon general was just like a real mountain. It brought an incomparably stern shadow that completely engulfed Chen Changsheng's body.

Boom!

A giant crater appeared on the lake shore.

Dust violently flew about while the nearby trees crashed down one after the other. In a short while, several trees had crashed to the ground.

That demon woman gave a hiss. Taking advantage of Zhexiu's severe wound, she utilized her demon techniques to their fullest extent. Her fingers glowed with a queer, green light as she launched a barrage of attacks against Zhexiu.

As for the woman with the dignified expression, there was nothing gentle about her attacks. Her sleeve blew about in the strong wind. From within, countless feathers could be seen, each of them possessing a powerful Qi, all of which began attacking Qi Jian.

Zhexiu's eyes were blood-red, making him seem exceptionally fierce. His two hands were grey shadows in the air, valiantly blocking that demon woman's powerful attacks. However, Qi Jian's abdomen had been run through and his injury were too severe. He had no more strength to battle. Under the barrage of that woman's attacks, he was struck down onto the ground. His face was pale, his expression fatigued.

At this point, the three human youths had already been pushed to the brink.

Liu Wan'er, who had not acted all this time, finally made her move.

Carrying that massive iron pot in her hands, she burst through the air with a terrifying clap. Landing at the side of those three human youths, she flipped her wrist, and that massive iron pot enveloped the youths in its shadow as it fell.

That iron pot was truly massive, so massive that it obscured the sky above their heads, like a dark cloud. If that iron pot fell down, then Chen Changsheng and the other two would truly would be out of luck.

Just at this moment, in the deep crater on the lake shore where dust had still pervaded the air, a light suddenly burst forth, accompanied by footsteps that sounded like the beating of a drum.

It broke through the wind, giving off a mournful cry.