Volume 1 Chapter 13 (1/2)

Chapter 13 The Sword Spirit of the Holy Dragon

Staring at the holy dragon with real vitality coiling around Di Hongtian, both the Blood Killer and the master of Sheya Cave looked very depressed.

With his pale face, dry skin, and dull hair, Di Hongtian looked very weak. However, since the real vitality inside his body kept surging, the momentum released was extremely powerful.

“It won’t be so easy to to seize the Sword Zhongfeng from my hands!” He pointed the Sword Zhongfeng at both of them.

“I don’t believe you have reached the top level of martial arts within such a short period of time.” The Blood Killer glanced around with a fierce expression on his obese and reddish face.

The number of bandits in Sheya Cave was several times that of the Cult of the Devil. Having fought for such a long time, the Cult of the Devil had suffered from heavy losses. Nearly half had been killed or injured and the rest were also at risk.

When the bandits of Sheya Cave eliminated all his people, even if he had seized the Sword Zhongfeng, he would have been attacked by them. Then he would be entangled ‘til the arrival of other powerful masters; he couldn’t even try to survive, let alone take the Sword Zhongfeng.

“Kill!”

Shouting fiercely, the Blood Killer unexpectedly burst some awkward momentum out of his obese body.

Di Hongtian stabbed his sword as fast as lightning, its edges condensed with great sharpness.

“吼~”

Howl. . .

What was even more terrifying was a dragon-shaped sword spirit screaming out of the sword that drew upon the Blood Killer with threatening gestures.

The master of Sheya Cave remained still, with his eyes staring at the Blood Killer and Di Hongtian. He wanted to find out his real intention before taking action.

His face was flushed and his throat was congested. He suddenly pushed his palms out and the blood-red whirlpool rotated to cover Di Hongtian instantly.

Howl. . .

The holy dragon with real vitality rushed into the whirlpool with its mouth open. Suddenly the sword spirit spurted out repeatedly.

Over tens of rounds of sword spirit!

Puff!

The sword spirit penetrated the blood-red whirlpool, which was punctured and dissipated.

The huge blood-red whirlpool began to fade and shrink until it quickly collapsed and was unable to push forward an inch.

There was a sudden horror arising in the eyes of the Blood Killer.

In the blood-red whirlpool, the sharp and fierce sword spirit was spurted out violently, just like a fine mesh trapping a lot of piranhas. Once the net was torn open, the piranhas would pile out to tear him apart.

“One stroke can spurt out such a fierce sword spirit? What exactly is that sword style. . . ?” The vigor and vitality inside the Blood Killer were surging so hard that he tried his best to maintain the blood-red whirlpool while his figure started to withdraw quickly.

The first-cla.s.s masters in the world of martial arts could release real vitality with the sword spirit and the fists or palm prints. However, the real vitality would be easy to disperse and greatly consumed. Therefore, they usually tried to control the condensation of the real vitality so that they could focus the strength to launch attacks with the best result, instead of provoking so much vigor at a time.

However, Di Hongtian provoked tens of sword spirits with just one stroke and each was  powerful and terrible.

Puff!

Only two or three rounds later, the blood-red whirlpool shrank to one square-inch, ‘til it could not hold on anymore, and was torn apart like a sheet of paper.

Puff!

A flash of dazzling sword light blasted from inside and the sword spirit spurted out to cover up all his vital parts.

The muscles on the Blood Killer’s face suddenly twitched and his teeth violently clenched. The pair of blood-red palms turned up and down like two b.l.o.o.d.y b.u.t.terflies flapping towards the sword spirit.