Chapter Ten: The Battle Against the Dark Sorcerer

  Across from the dark sorcerer, were Yang Wujin and his four companions on their way to Mount Tai from Shu Mountain for the Silver List tournament. Yang Wujin recalled his Ice Fire Twin Extreme Swords, coldly staring at the dark sorcerer before him:

  "I didn't expect you would be evil here, today we will definitely destroy you."

  "Hmph, you few are just spiritual power fifth layer little kids, dare to speak wildly?" The black devil said disdainfully, his aura extremely wary of Yang's top-grade mysterious soldier.

  Yang didn't pay attention to the black magician, but instead turned around and walked behind the pale-faced white-clothed girl who was already sitting on the ground, placing his palm on her back and channeling spiritual energy to unblock her clogged meridians.

  The dark sorcerer saw Yang but was ignored, his anger surged, and with the wound on his palm already stopped bleeding, he swiftly pounced towards Yang.

  Jiang You, who was standing by, drew his long sword and shouted angrily: "You shameless demon, you dare to launch a sneak attack! Receive my Three Realms Sword Technique!"

  "Haha, you've been fooled, kid!" The Dark Magician turned around and sneered as Jiang You came before him.

  The real intention of the Black Devil was not to hurt Yang Wugong, but to lure out the three people who were traveling with Yang Wugong and attack them off guard. Jiang You, being hot-tempered, fell into the Black Devil's trap.

  When he blocked the black magician's left hand with his long sword, due to the gap in their cultivation, his long sword was shaken off on the spot, and his internal breath was also shaken into chaos.

  The Dark Magician took advantage of the others' momentary distraction, his right hand unleashing a Soul-Eating Claw: "You presumptuous whelp, let you taste the flavor of my Soul-Eating Claw!"

  He finished speaking and his dark right hand reached out to grab Jiang You's shoulder, leaving a scratch mark, accompanied by Jiang You's miserable cry and flying blood and flesh.

  The black devil was about to add a palm to end Jiang You's life, when suddenly there was a fierce wind sound from behind him, apparently someone had attacked him from behind. The black devil didn't have time to think much, and hastily dodged, flashing several feet away, with a vigilant expression looking at the person who had just attacked him.

  With a thud, Jiang You's body fell to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. Li Lian hastily ran over to help him up, and saw that the wound on Jiang You's shoulder was bleeding black blood, obviously poisoned. He promptly sealed off Jiang You's acupoints and pressed his right hand against Jiang You's back to force out the poison.

  "Who are you, kid? I advise you not to come here to die!" The dark magician shouted.

  He looked vigilantly at the young man in front of him, who was holding a long spear. Although this young man was only at the fifth level of spiritual power, his aura was inconsistent with his cultivation, and there was something familiar in his eyes - killing intent!

  Under a righteous sect, there would actually be such a thick killing intent in his eyes, which couldn't help but make the Black Demon alert.

  Nangong Ao Yun held the Fang Tian Hua Halberd, looking at the Black Demon with a proud and vigilant expression. Without a doubt, this Black Demon would be the strongest enemy he had encountered since his debut.

  Nangong Aoyun didn't feel any fear in his heart, but instead felt a little excited. He looked forward to this duel with the Black Magician, and wanted to test the limits of his abilities after obtaining the "Nine Guns of Arrogance".

  "Shu Mountain's South Palace Ao Yun, specializing in killing the demon world's evil people!" South Palace Ao Yun emitted a proud aura from his entire body. He swung the Fang Tian Hua Halberd and loudly shouted: "Receive my Ao Tian Nine Spears' first spear - Flat Ground Shock!"

  Fang Tian painted a halberd towards the black devil, empty and void, without emitting an air blade or the appearance of a mysterious soldier. However, in an instant, a five-foot-long air blade suddenly appeared out of thin air, tearing through the air and striking the black devil one zhang (about 3.3 meters) away from him.

  The dark magician was shocked, but he had always been on guard against his opponent. This time, although a sudden appearance of an air blade surprised him greatly, after all, the strength was placed there.

  He moved his body slightly, dodged to the right, and said disdainfully: "I see you're nothing special, look at my Soul-Devouring Claw!"

  With a swift motion, his left hand drew out eight claw-shaped energy blasts in different directions towards Nan Gong Ao Yun.

  Nan Gong Ao Yun did not dodge, but instead steadied his horse's hooves, poured spiritual energy into his hands, held the Fang Tian Hua Halberd, leaned back and swung the halberd from left to right, shouting: "Fourth spear, sweep the void and split it!"

  A blade of air shot out from Nan Gong Ao Yun's body, about one zhang away, to meet the eight claw-like auras of the Black Demon.

  "Boom, boom, boom, boom!" Eight loud explosions sounded in front of Nangong Yao Yun, within a radius of one zhang (about 3.3 meters). A fierce gust of wind suddenly rose, blowing Nangong Yao Yun's long robes into a majestic flutter.

  But Nan Gong Ao Yun's heart was not so comfortable, the previous blow made him feel the strength of Hei Mo Ren's cultivation, his cultivation was at least in the middle of Ling Li 6th layer or higher, one level higher than himself, and possibly more.

  This time, if not for the proud Tianjiu gun and Fang Tianhua halberd, it would be difficult to receive the opponent's move so easily. Even so, Nangong Ao Yun still felt a surge of energy in his body.

  "Hmph! Another top-notch technique?" The Black Demon let out a furious hum, his expression grave as he spoke.

  "It's not just a top-notch technique, the Fang Tian Hua Halberd in my hand is also an extreme Xuan Bing! You demonic creature from the Demon Realm, leave your head behind!" Nan Gong Ao Yun couldn't gain the upper hand, but as a proud person, he didn't want to be passively beaten.

  He took the initiative to launch an attack again, and with the advantage of having the extremely rare Xuanbing Fang Tian Hua Halberd, he chose close combat instead of competing in cultivation. Nan Gong Ao Yun's body was covered in a thousand wounds, as the Fang Tian Hua Halberd imbued with spiritual energy stabbed towards Hei Mo Ren.

  Hei Mo Ren hadn't dared to use his hands to catch Nan Gong Ao Yun's Fang Tian Hua Halberd since he had suffered a loss at the hands of Yang Guo earlier, and instead chose to dodge and weave, occasionally swinging out a few claw-shaped energy blasts, which was quite effective in countering.

  Suddenly, the black devil let out a loud roar: "Take my magic cloud palm for a try!"

  Then he slapped out a fierce demon palm, and estimated that he would make another move. Behind the demon palm, three claw energies were hidden, turning defense into offense, pouncing towards Nangong Yao Yun.

  Nan Gong Ao Yun did not expect that the Black Devil who had been hiding all along would suddenly launch a surprise attack, and for a moment he was caught off guard by the devil's palm and claw energy.

  Nangong Ao Yun's offensive paused, and the black devil took advantage of the opportunity to pounce forward, striking out with another Magic Cloud Palm.

  Hei Mo Ren approached within five feet of Nan Gong Ao Yun, rendering Fang Tian's spear useless. Adding to the sudden counterattack from Hei Mo Ren earlier, his vital energy surged. His sword-like eyebrows rose as he slapped out with a palm and proudly said: "Behold my Luo Yun Palm!"

  As soon as they made contact, Nangong Yao felt a surge of demonic energy entering his meridians through his palm, and his mid-level technique was no match for the other's high-level technique.

  He hastily mobilized his spiritual energy to force out the demonic energy, but at this moment a massive surge of spiritual energy came from the opponent's hand, directly sending Nan Gong Ao Yun flying. Nan Gong Ao Yun only felt a suffocating sensation in his chest, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

  "Haha, can't handle my Magic Cloud Palm? Let me show you my Soul-Devouring Claw again!"

  The dark demon did not let go of this perfect opportunity, and with a ferocious smile, he chased after him, his right hand once again using the Soul-Devouring Claw to grab at Nangong Yao's occipital bone.

  Nangong Aoyun felt a killing aura behind his head and shouted: "Sixth shot - Return Horse Gun!"

  He suddenly exerted his spiritual power, and the Heaven Painting Halberd, carrying a chaotic and unstable aura, stabbed towards the Black Demon. The Black Demon had thought that Nangong Yao Yun had already lost his ability to act, but he didn't expect him to have been hiding such a move, waiting for him to come closer.

  Although this move was greatly weakened due to Nangong Yao Yun's injury, the power of a top-level skill combined with an extreme-grade Xuan Bing was still not to be underestimated. The Black Demon could only forcibly stop his forward pursuit, glaring hatefully at Nangong Yao Yun as he flew forward.

  In an instant, Nangong Ao Yun stumbled and fell to the ground, retreating over a dozen steps while staring at Hei Mo Ren with a cold smile: "Now it's your turn to try my Ao Tian Jiu Qiang's power, Ping Di Jing!"

  A one-foot-long air blade appeared three feet in front of the black magician and struck him with a burst of spiritual energy.

  "Hmph! Magic Shield!" The Dark Sorcerer refused to back down and activated his defense just in time to block the attack.

  A layer of black magical energy appeared two feet in front of the Black Magician, enveloping his entire body.

  The air blade struck the magic shield, producing a loud crash. The black magician's face scrunched up in pain as he stumbled backward five or six steps, his magic dissipating completely. A thread of fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

  This blow by Nan Gong Ao Yun was made under the condition of being injured, otherwise, relying on the Mo Qi Zhan this high-level defensive technique would not be able to block it, and Hei Mo Ren would not have simply retreated five or six steps with his meridians suffering a minor injury.

  Nan Gong Ao Yun thrust the Fang Tian Hua Halberd into the ground, using the halberd's handle to adjust his internal chaotic breath. The Black Devil had been deceived earlier and didn't dare to launch a reckless attack, fearing that this was another one of Nan Gong Ao Yun's tricks to lure him in. For a moment, both sides were adjusting their inner breath, neither daring to make any rash moves.

  Next to the white-clothed girl treating his wounds, Yang Guo couldn't move, but he saw everything that happened in front of him. He knew the strength of the black magician, at least he was not on the same level as himself.

  But Nangong Yao Yun's performance was extremely surprising, he did not expect that he would use Fang Tian Hua Halberd so cleverly, and the skill he used was also astonishing in power. In a situation where he was injured and at a disadvantage, he could still make his opponent suffer losses. This kind of actual combat experience made Yang Guo feel truly inferior.

  The white-clothed girl in front of him was not simple either. Yang had discovered that her spiritual energy had already condensed into ** when he was guiding her to return her spiritual energy, and it was clear that she had also reached the fifth layer of spiritual power. Moreover, there seemed to be a familiar aura on her body, but Yang couldn't quite put his finger on what it felt like.

  Looking at her delicate eyebrows and slowly flushing face, Yang's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He suddenly found that the white-clothed girl in front of him was very beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't bear to look away, and the fragrance on her body was so enticing that it made people unable to extricate themselves.

  After a while, the white-clothed girl opened her eyes and found Yang staring at her in a daze. Her face turned red as she asked softly: "Young master, what are you doing?"

  "Ah, I...I was just resting my eyes." Yang suddenly woke up with a start and felt extremely embarrassed, speaking incoherently.

  "Practicing mind-cultivation with eyes closed?" The white-clad girl asked in surprise.

  "Oh no, it's not like that, I was just looking at you!" Yang didn't know how he had blurted out what was on his mind.

  The white-clothed girl's face turned red again, and she turned her head away, not looking at Yang Guo, and said shyly: "Young master, your hand."

  "Ah, sorry." Yang hastily withdrew his right hand from the white-clothed girl's back.