Chapter 3: The Cold Blade Has No Evil

  The demon looked at Yang with anger and coldly snorted:

  "Hmph, you're just a fourth-level spiritual cultivator, yet you dare to ruin my Cold Wuyi's plans? I think you're tired of living! Take my Ghost Claw Nine Styles!"

  A silver bone claw slipped out of his sleeve, and with a flash of movement, he was already in front of Yang Guo. The white, icy claw carried a chill as it struck towards Yang Guo.

  Yang made use of the Shu Mountain Three Realms Sword Technique, raising his sword to meet him. The claws and sword intersected, emitting a loud crash, the air around the two was blown open, forming a hot wave.

  Leng Wuxie's figure flickered twice before stabilizing, while Yang Guo retreated five or six steps back before barely managing to steady himself. His face was deathly pale, with a thread of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, in terms of cultivation, Leng Wuxie was stronger, but by how much, Yang Guo had no grasp on.

  Yang only used 100% of his spiritual power, but was still hit by the opponent's powerful spiritual power, causing his internal energy to become disordered. If he hadn't retreated five or six steps and dissipated most of the impact, it wouldn't have been just a simple trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

  Yang wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and adjusted his internal breath. The Cold Wicked opposite him did not take advantage of the situation to launch an attack, but instead looked at him with great interest, his eyes constantly flashing with strange colors.

  "Haha, isn't your Nine Ghost Claw technique uncomfortable?" Cold Wuxie sneered.

  Yang glared at the demon in front of him with piercing eyes, who had tainted his childhood friend and junior sister Yiling, and his anger erupted again.

  Yang made a move, using the top-level footwork of Mount Shu, Treading on Blue Sky Steps, to engage in a roaming fight with Leng Wuxie. Since he couldn't match him in strength, he could only outsmart him.

  Leng Wuxie watched as Yang Guo disappeared, his heart skipping a beat. However, he still pretended to be calm and smiled: "Looks like you have another top-notch movement skill, haha, interesting, interesting!"

  After finishing, the luck of Xuan Yue absorbed the magic of Yin, enveloping the entire cave in a cold and gloomy atmosphere. Yang was affected by the opponent's strong spiritual power, his figure hesitated for a moment, immediately exposing his position.

  Leng Wuxie saw this and activated Ghost Claw Nine Appearances, in the mountain cave appeared countless white claw silhouettes, attacking Yang Guo from all sides.

  Yang, however, took a deep breath of true energy, broke free from the opponent's spiritual binding, and flashed his body once more, disappearing into thin air. With another flash, he launched an attack from above, his long sword stabbing towards Leng Wuxie.

  Leng Wu Xie smiled faintly, and he had been waiting for this opportunity to engage in a fierce battle. He filled his bone claws with 100% spiritual energy and charged towards Yang Guo.

  "Bang!" A loud noise, Yang was knocked flying by Cold Wuxie. As he landed, he gritted his teeth and endured the turmoil of his internal energy, staring at Cold Wuxie with sharp eyes. He plunged his long sword into the ground and roared: "Three Realms Sword Art - Earth Character Technique: Great Earth Strike!"

  Leng Wuxie heard the words and immediately activated his defensive technique, "Dazzling Light Body". A layer of white light shield appeared in front of him. Just as Leng Wuxie had finished setting it up, a red sword shadow suddenly emerged from the ground beneath his feet and struck directly at him.

  Leng Wuxie's defensive technique, the Dazzling Body, was no match for the top-tier Three Realms Sword Technique. He lasted only an instant before being struck down, and Leng Wuxie hastily flashed to the side, his right hand still suffering a three-inch long gash.

  Leng Wuxie quickly retreated a zhang, taking advantage of Yang's momentary distraction after landing a blow on himself that disrupted his internal energy. He swiftly used his right hand to stop the bleeding.

  He had subconsciously underestimated the young Shu Mountain disciple in front of him, and instead put Yang You together with those two good-for-nothings from yesterday. Now that he was taking advantage of Yang You's adjustment of his inner breath, he re-examined this opponent, and his earlier disdain and irritation all disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression, with a growing killing intent in his eyes.

  Yang was just injured by his opponent earlier, but Cold Wuxie's attack with 100% spiritual power still shook him, causing his internal energy to become disordered and unable to recover for a while. Fortunately, Cold Wuxie was also injured by the Three Realms Sword Technique and needed time to adjust.

  The two formed a standoff.

  However, Leng Wuxie's injury was external, and even if he fought with injuries, it would not affect his future cultivation. But Yang You's internal energy was in disarray, and if he didn't guide the spiritual energy back to its original position but instead forcibly lifted it, he would either suffer heavy injuries or become crippled and paralyzed.

  Yang now only needs time, he needs to smooth out the spiritual energy in his body more quickly.

  The killing intent in Leng Wushuang's eyes gradually gathered, and this standoff was about to be broken soon.

  At this moment, two yellow figures flashed and appeared in front of the cave entrance. It was exactly Mao Shan Taoist and Luo Man.

  Yang and the others finally arrived after a long wait, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile on their faces.

  The cold and evil man opposite was greatly shocked. He thought there was only Yang Guo, but unexpectedly there were two more cultivators. Especially that old Taoist priest, whose cultivation was even higher than his own.

  One Yang was no big deal, he didn't care at all, although he had been wounded by two swords. As long as he was careful next time, it would still be possible to settle the matter within dozens of rounds. But now a Taoist with higher cultivation than himself appeared, and it seemed that the top priority now was not to kill Yang, but to escape.

  Leng Wu Xie's gaze turned to Yi Ling, who was lying on the bed with his clothes in disarray. He immediately had an idea in mind. His body flashed, and his white hand, as cold as frost, reached out towards Yi Ling.

  Yang was shocked and wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

  Leng Wuxie's right hand was about to touch Yilin's neck when a yellow light flashed, and a layer of yellow light shield appeared on Yilin's body with countless cursive scripts floating above it. Leng Wuxie's hand touched the light shield as if hitting a stone wall, immediately stopping in its tracks, unable to advance another inch.

  Just as Leng Wuxie's hand was about to reach Yilin, a Taoist from Maoshan took out a protective talisman and covered Yilin with it, protecting her at the critical moment.

  Leng Wuxie was unable to capture Yilin, so he had no choice but to turn around and retreat three zhangs, coldly staring at the three people in front of him.

  Leng Wuxie gazed at the three of them, his eyes filled with murderous intent, but in his heart, he had already felt a hint of trepidation. The Maoshan Daoist who was more powerful than himself guarded the entrance to the cave, and Yang's strength could not be underestimated either.

  Luo Man took advantage of the opportunity to walk to Yi Ling's side, helped Yi Ling put on her clothes, then picked up Yi Ling and walked to the other end of the cave, away from the battle, saying:

  "This girl is in my care now, Brother Yang, you focus on killing that demon."

  Yang nodded slightly, the worry on his face disappeared, he stared at Leng Wuxie, a handsome but pale face with an extremely resolute expression: "Master Mao, I'll take care of this demon myself, help me guard the cave entrance and don't let him escape."

  The Taoist of Mao Mountain nodded, he saw that although Yang was only at the fourth layer upper segment of his spiritual power, and the gap in cultivation with this demon at the fifth layer middle segment was indeed not small. However, the swordsmanship of Shu Mountain Sect had always been extraordinary, if Yang could use the Three Realms Swordsmanship of Shu Mountain, he might still have a chance to win. If it really didn't work out, he himself could still intervene later.

  Yang was relieved of his worries and focused on dealing with the cold and ruthless Cold Wuxie in front of him.

  "You demon, your time of death has arrived. Watch as I use the Shu Mountain sword technique to annihilate you." Yang glared at Leng Wu Xie with anger in his eyes and said fiercely: "Three Realms Sword Technique - Heaven Character Formula: Empty Sword!"

  A long sword swung out, a sword aura suddenly appeared in mid-air, carrying an atmosphere that devoured all things, striking towards Leng Wuxie.

  "Mysterious Moon Absorbs Yin!" Leng Wu Xie knew the power of this Three Realms Sword Technique and didn't dare underestimate it. He let out a cold snort, his entire aura surging greatly, as a chilly air enveloped him.

  The Taoist priest standing aside shook his head secretly, thinking that the cold and evil Xuan Yue's practice of absorbing yin energy was originally more suitable for women to cultivate. Although it wasn't impossible for a man like Cold Evil to cultivate this method, he insisted on taking a shortcut, plundering ordinary women, and using their pure yin energy to aid his own cultivation, turning it into an evil and heretical practice.

  Leng Wuxie knew he couldn't escape today, so he went all out and showed his trump card, wanting to drag Yang Guo down with him.

  Yang felt that the sword energy was being constantly absorbed by the opponent's technique, its power rapidly weakening. If this continued, before it even reached Leng Wuxie's body, the sword energy might disappear.

  Yang was stimulated, and his momentum surged, also revealing the skills he had cultivated. Shu Mountain Hunyuan Gong is a fire-attribute skill that is unique to the Shu Mountain Sect.

  Yang, however, seemed to have ignited a fierce flame around him, forming an opposing force against the cold and sinister aura of Leng Wuxie. If compared in terms of cultivation, Leng Wuxie was far more profound than Yang, with the difference between Spiritual Power 5th layer and Spiritual Power 4th layer being enormous. Spiritual Power 5th layer meant entering the intermediate cultivator stage, while Spiritual Power 4th layer was only a low-level cultivator.

  Even if it's a four-layer upper spirit power, it's far from being an opponent of the initial stage of five-layer spirit power, let alone the middle stage of five-layer spirit power like Leng Wuxie.

  Leng Wuxie waited until his aura reached its peak, then let out a furious roar: "Ghost Claw Nine Appearances, Second Style - Three Claws Strike!"

  Three dark claw silhouettes enveloped Yang Guo's sword energy with a chilling aura and struck him directly.

  This is Leng Wuxie's exclusive attack technique - Ghost Claw Nine Manifestations, when cultivated to perfection will have ten thousand claw shadows devouring the opponent.

  These three moves attacked Yang Guo from top, middle and bottom, but Yang Guo didn't dare to slack off, stepping on the Seven Stars position, using his body technique Xuan Ji Treading the Green Sky Step, dodging this sharp strike.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three loud explosions, the three claw shadows that Yang Guo had barely dodged struck the stone wall, sending debris flying everywhere.

  Leng Wuxie's first strike missed, and the second one immediately followed. This time it was four claw shadows, which was already Leng Wuxie's limit. Yang Guo's strongest sword technique, Xuantong, was dissolved by Leng Wuxie in one move, and those three claw shadows just barely avoided. This time, the four claw shadows attacked from top to bottom, left to right, towards himself. Even if he could avoid them, it would be difficult to counterattack. How could he cut down this treacherous and cunning demon?

  Yang hated himself for being inferior, and let out a long sigh. He wanted to withstand these four razor-sharp, extremely cold claw shadows.

  At this moment, Yang suddenly thought of a powerful sword technique - "Seven Stars Sword Spectrum".

  Yang's eyes quickly observed the four rapid claw shadows that were approaching, as well as the white and terrifying cold evil.

  He thought for a moment, and his current position was the North Star position, while Leng Wuxie's position was the Moon position. This situation perfectly corresponded to the first layer of the "Seven Stars Sword Spectrum", the Seven Stars Treading the Moon move.

  Yang didn't think much, and immediately took seven steps in a row, stepping towards the positions of Tiān Shū, Tiān Xuān, Tiān Jī, Tiān Quán, Yù Héng, Kāi Yáng, and Yáo Guāng. As for whether he could split open those four claw shadows, Yang didn't have any confidence. He simply relied on his intuition to act.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Yang somehow dodged the four claw shadows, and the cave was filled with flying debris and swirling dust.

  The last sound had just passed, Yang had just stepped into the position of Tianquan Star, two feet behind Leng Wuxie. This move perfectly matched the second move of the first layer of the "Seven Stars Sword Spectrum", Beijixing Xian.

  "Leng Wuxie, your time of death has come! The North Star appears!" Yang said coldly.

  A long sword quietly and soundlessly pierced through Leng Wuxie's back. The tip of the sword protruded from his left chest, and red blood dripped down to the ground along the sword tip. This sword was right in the heart. At the moment he was stabbed, Leng Wuxie regretted not destroying that girl's Yuanyin body earlier and taking her spiritual power for himself, so he wouldn't have lost to this kid now.

  But Yang didn't give him a chance to regret, he injected his spiritual power and instantly destroyed the opponent's primordial spirit. Leng Wuxie didn't even have time to be shocked before his body and soul were annihilated.

  The dust settled, a young Taoist priest in yellow robes held an unconscious girl in his arms. Beside him stood a young man in white clothes, holding a long sword with red blood dripping from it to the ground, splashing dust everywhere. At his feet lay a man in purple robes, his skin deathly pale.

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