C62 dead-end (1/2)
No one expected Yang Shaotian to appear here.
What was even more unexpected was that in order to achieve his own goals, he actually even killed Jiang Mofeng and Lei Yiming.
Furthermore, Jiang Mofeng had just treated Lei Yiming's injuries and his true qi had lost quite a bit.
Qin Feng frowned, secretly hating himself.
On that day, the black clothed man attacked City Lord's Mansion at night, he should have been careful.
However, at that time, he did not think that the person in black would be Yang Shaotian. He thought that the other party was a disciple of the Taiyi Sect and did not take it to heart.
”Qin Feng, your death is here, do you have any more regrets?”
Yang Shaotian laughed coldly. He was not in a hurry, rather, he was enjoying this very much.
The destruction of the Yang Family was a blood feud, how could Yang Shaotian give Qin Feng a quick death?
He wanted to torture his opponent slowly so that he would die from the greatest pain.
No one could save Qin Feng from this Corpse Cave, so Yang Shaotian was not worried that Qin Feng could escape.
Furthermore, Yang Shaotian was very scheming. That sword strike of his just now, was definitely able to kill Lu Fan, but he did not do so.
But now, Lu Fan was half dead, and Qin Feng could not abandon him. He had a bond in his heart, so naturally, he could not focus on dealing with Yang Shaotian.
In such a passive state, Qin Feng was in a difficult position.
”Yang Shaotian is at the third level of true qi, the disparity is too great. I have no advantage in a direct confrontation.”
Qin Feng's mind raced as he quickly searched for any possible methods.
Flee?
Unable to escape, they were already blocked by Yang Shaotian.
Retreat?
There was a dead end behind him, just as a dead end.
Fight?
With Lu Fan as a burden, he had no chance of winning.
In that moment, Qin Feng actually could not think of a good plan.
”Stop struggling, Qin Feng, if you kneel down and beg for forgiveness, I can leave you with an intact corpse.”
Holding the long sword in his hand, Yang Shaotian slowly walked closer to Qin Feng with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.
”Qin...” Junior Brother Qin, don't... Ignore... ”I …”
Lu Fan said lifelessly.
He knew that he was Qin Feng's burden and that if Qin Feng was alone, he still had a chance of escaping.
Qin Feng didn't answer, but directly carried Lu Fan and retreated backwards.
Right now, he had to remain focused, as Yang Shaotian could make his move at any time.
”Truly a loyal person. Haha, then let's die together here.”
Yang Shaotian laughed sinisterly, his long sword moved like lightning and pierced towards Lu Fan.
”As expected of a seed from the Yang Family, it's all the same.”
”Interesting.”
Yang Shaotian's face was full of amusement, and in the blink of an eye, he consecutively thrusted out ten times.
His sword was extremely fast and incomparably dense. Dozens of sword strikes rained down, forming a curtain of swords, so dense that not even the wind could pass through.
Ding ding ding …
Qin Feng's spear was as fast as lightning, he had actually broken apart all of the opponent's sword moves, one by one.
”What?”
Yang Shaotian's heart trembled.
The [Light Wind Sword Technique] he cultivated was already considered to be a middle grade swordsmanship, and it could be considered an extraordinary power within the inner sect.