144 Chapter 144 When the Sword is out you Die (1/2)

Being threatened by that sword intent, Dou Lingzhen's heart nearly stopped in shock. His entire body felt like it was frozen to the bone.

Only when that grey white sword lunged towards his eyes did some anxiety appeart. He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood in his body boiled like a fire, burning and chasing out the cold in his heart. He was furious, like a volcano about to explode!

”What is this, Tai-chi large domain saber, die!”

That saber energy instantly exploded and filled the entire cave hole. A full one hundred and fifty thousand kilograms of strength was gathered on the saber. Stepping forwards, the entire tunnel shook. Dust and dirt particles fell down once more, like it was on the verge of collapsing.

That blade swinging out was enough to open mountains and tear stone! Everything within forty feet was stained with an earthen yellow glow.

Who cares what evil spell, what sword intent, he was confident of forcibly cutting it into pieces!

But Zong Shou seemed to not have an actual physical body, like a ghost creeping towards him. The sword that stabbed out came out from the darkness, not belonging to this world.

There was a ding as it struck the Seven Ring Broadsword in his hand, causing sparks to fly. The huge saber, which was also a Grade Two Spiritual Weapon, actually had a giant hole in it. Dou Lingzhen could also feel his energy totally losing control. His blade flew back and forth as it cut to the side out of his control.

The body of the half-Monster teen was like a leaf, softly floating backwards, the deathly energy around him growing thicker and thicker.

Dou Lingzhen felt lost, and astonishment. When he raised his head and looked over once more, in the next moment he was attracted by the eyes of that half-Monster teen. Within those narrow long phoenix eyes was a similar grey-white energy, devoid of human emotion. He was like a grim reaper holding a scythe, looking down from above.

All of a sudden Dou Lingzhen didn't even have thoughts of running, he had totally given up hope.

This sword was one he couldn't avoid and couldn't hide from. When the enemy stabbed out with the sword, he was destined to die.

The Seven Ring Broadsword in his hand, as well as the vital energy in his body, not only wasn't controlled, there were also threads of grey-white death energy spreading into his body from the blade.

It was dark and chilly, cutting off all signs of life. He went all out, but was still unable to remove it.

Coincidentally the situation of those two Xiantian Masters from before entered his eyes. He couldn't help but suck in a deep breath with a hiss.

-What kind of evil sect method is this! How weird, is this person a human or a ghost!? Which branch of demon sect is he from? Did I see wrongly, is it really that dual meridian, trashy Gantian Mountain Prince?-

As such thoughts flashed across his head, Zong Shou's body stopped retreating. He moved forwards with a sword and flashed ahead, directly dotting in between his eyebrows. There was no blood glow, just lightly passing by him from the side.

This passing was another hundred-odd feet, that sword light split up. In just a few breaths there were a few Mythic Masters who were hit in the center of their eyebrows by that grey sword shadow.

Lacking Xiantian strength, the speed at which these people's life force disappeared was also much quicker, instantly turning white and starting to decompose.

Mingjue, who was standing behind all of them, couldn't suppress his fear anymore. He yelled, rising on a circular plate. His body rose into the air as he swiftly flew into the distance.

Zong Shou didn't bother to chase, a silver light flashing from within his sleeves and a flying knife shooting out. It was ten times faster than his body. With one flash, it arrived behind Mingjue.

Mingjue's head was covered in cold sweat as he anxiously charged to the side and into another branch tunnel. Just as he thought that he had temporarily avoided death, that knife suddenly spun and directly struck him.

”Mind lock, flying knife changing direction! How is that possible?” Mingjue protested, another golden pearl shooting out from within his sleeves and turning into that golden light. At that moment, the knife turned illusionary, becoming many knives. They pierced through that layer of gold and slit right through his throat. That sharp knife didn't stop there, driving his entire body backwards and pinning him onto a pillar.

Mingjue was in total despair. The energy on the knife was destroying his meridians. His veins were exploding, blood flowing out. Although he hadn't died, he had no chance of surviving. His heart was also filled with shock and loss.

”How is the Cloud Shocking God Destroying sword intent on this knife? How can that guy's sword be so scary? Was it a branch of a demon sect that I didn't hear about before? I, Mingjue, am going to die here, how unfortunate...”

At that moment, the scene was dead silent.

Those Mythic Masters hadn't died, but they were unable to make any sounds, they could only look at their changes in fear.

Those Monster race slaves were also dumbfounded, looking on in disbelief.

Chuxue was really curious as to what was happening and why the cave was so quiet.

She wanted to open her eyes, but wasn't willing to go against Zong Shou's instructions. She could only make a bitter expression, filled with a lot of hesitation and unhappiness.

Out of all of them, only that Dou Lingzhen could move. He tried his best to turn around, his eyes slowly losing color as he stared at the white robed shadow standing in the crowd with the long sword.

”Who exactly are you? Where did that sword technique come from?”