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Chapter 1484 The Six Sword Slaves of Luo Wang Reappear!
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Bai Sun Dao Ren's right palm landed firmly on Wang Chongyang's chest, and the dark blue-green poisonous energy surged into his meridians like a tide.

Wang Chongyang felt as if a piece of ancient ice had struck his chest. The intense pain instantly spread to his limbs and bones. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, splashing onto the snow in front of him and instantly freezing into dark red ice beads.

He staggered back several steps, his body swaying precariously. The color drained from his face, leaving only a bluish-gray hue caused by the cold poison. Blood kept oozing from the corners of his mouth, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

"Daoist Master, go in peace. I will take good care of your Quanzhen Sect and your disciples."

The Taoist Master Bai Sun smiled sinisterly, raising his palm to deliver the final blow and end Wang Chongyang's life.

"You evil Taoist, cease your insolence!"

A furious shout came from the side; it was Zhao Kuangyin, who was locked in combat with the Golden Wheel Monk.

Seeing Wang Chongyang severely injured, he was both shocked and anxious. However, the Golden Wheel Monk's five-wheeled attack was fierce, and the powerful palm force of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill tightly entangled his Panlong Staff, making it impossible for him to break free and come to the rescue.

Upon hearing this, Bai Sun Dao Ren turned his head and glanced at Zhao Kuangyin, who was being tightly restrained by Jinlun Fawang, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Zhao Kuangyin, this old Taoist priest has forgotten that you are the main target this time!"

Having said that, he ignored Wang Chongyang, who was lying on the ground, forcibly gathering his inner strength in preparation for a desperate fight, and turned to rush towards Zhao Kuangyin.

The dark blue figure drew a strange arc across the battlefield, the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm gathering around its body, echoing the powerful Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill internal force on the Golden Wheel Dharma King's body. One yin and one yang, one cold and one hard, instantly formed an encirclement.

Upon seeing this, the Golden Wheel Monk's face lit up with ecstasy. The five wheels in his hands suddenly spun faster, and the five wheels of gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable net, smashing towards Zhao Kuangyin's vital points.

"Zhao Kuangyin, today is your death day!"

Zhao Kuangyin's heart sank, realizing something was wrong.

He could handle Jinlun Fawang alone, but now with the addition of Baisun Daoren, a mid-stage Celestial Realm cultivator, he has no chance of winning.

The Panlong Staff spun rapidly in his hand, turning into afterimages, barely blocking the Golden Wheel Dharma King's five rounds of attacks. However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the Hundred Losses Daoist's approaching figure and the increasingly dense bluish-black cold poison in his palm, and a sense of despair welled up within him.

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred!

Six sword lights shot out from the side of the poplar forest without warning, like six meteors streaking across the gloomy sky, their speed so fast that their trajectories were almost invisible.

The sword lights were of various colors: some were as white as frost, some were as black as ink, some were as red as blood, and there were also two twin sword energies with a faint silver light. The six sword lights intertwined and instantly sealed all the vital points around Bai Sun Dao Ren's body, leaving no gap for him to dodge.

"who?!"

Bai Sun Dao Ren's expression changed drastically, and a sense of alarm surged within him. He subconsciously tried to suppress his true energy and retreat, but the six sword lights were already close at hand, and the fierce sword wind made his skin sting.

In his haste, he raised both palms to protect himself, the chilling poisonous energy of the Xuanming Divine Palm condensing into a thick protective inner energy to try and withstand the sudden attack. "Clang clang clang clang clang!"

Six crisp sounds of weapons clashing rang out almost simultaneously, so densely packed as if they were a single sound.

The protective inner energy of the Hundred Losses Taoist was instantly pierced by the six sword lights, and countless tiny cracks spread out before it shattered with a bang.

He felt six completely different internal forces surging into his body at the same time. Some were fierce and domineering, some were yin and unpredictable, some were cunning and ruthless, and some were unpredictable. They stirred up the Xuanming True Qi in his body, causing his already damaged dantian to suffer even more unbearable pain.

Zhao Kuangyin was also startled, and the dragon-patterned staff in his hand subconsciously slowed down by half a beat. The golden wheel of the Golden Wheel Monk grazed his shoulder, leaving a deep mark on his armor plate, which stung painfully.

But he couldn't care less about that now, his eyes fixed on the owner of the six sword lights, his face filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Six figures landed on the battlefield like ghosts, lined up in a row, blocking the path of the Hundred-Loss Taoist.

The leader was a man dressed in black, his face covered by a mask, and the sword at his waist gleamed with a cold, hard luster; it was none other than "Zhen Gang".

Beside him stood an old man with his eyes covered and his body hunched over, his sword "Severing Water" tucked diagonally at his waist. Next to him stood a man exuding an evil aura, a bloodthirsty smile playing on his lips, his sword "Chaos God" faintly shrouded in bloody energy.

Finally, there were two pairs of figures. One pair consisted of twin sisters with identical faces, dressed in tight-fitting outfits with strange spider patterns printed on their abdomens. They were the Zhuanpo and Miehun twin sisters. The swords in their hands, "Zhuanpo" and "Miehun," gleamed with a faint silver light, complementing each other and making it difficult to distinguish between them.

"The Six Sword Slaves of the Luo Net?!"

Zhao Kuangyin gasped in shock, his heart filled with turmoil.

He naturally recognized these six men—the infamous top-tier assassins of the Luo Wang organization under Su Ye's command, renowned throughout the martial arts world of the Great Qian Dynasty and even many surrounding dynasties. When the six of them joined forces, they had never failed, and countless experts had died from their combined attacks.

He simply couldn't understand why Su Ye would send someone from Luo Wang to rescue him when they had just fought a fierce battle with the Night Fiend Army at Yangwu Pass, resulting in heavy casualties on both sides.
Logically speaking, Su Ye should have been more than happy to see him die at the hands of the Mongols, so he could reap the benefits.

Surprised, Zhao Kuangyin's gaze involuntarily fell on the combined attack technique of the six sword slaves. The coordination between the six was exquisite, as if they were fighting as a single person.

Zhen Gang wielded the "Zhen Gang" sword, its swordplay fierce and domineering, aiming directly at Bai Sun Dao Ren's front. With a powerful and sweeping "Breaking Formation" move, Bai Sun Dao Ren was forced to face it head-on.

At the same time, Duan Shui's figure seemed to blend into the air, silently circling behind Bai Sun Dao Ren. The "Duan Shui" sword, carrying invisible sword energy, targeted Bai Sun Dao Ren's vital point in the back, while Luan Shen roamed around his side. As the "Luan Shen" sword was swung, its sword energy carried a strange and evil aura, constantly disturbing Bai Sun Dao Ren's mind.

The twin sisters, Zhuanpo and Miehun, moved erratically, like two shadows, constantly circling around Baisun Daoren. Their sword moves were difficult to distinguish between real and feints, sometimes attacking from above, sometimes from below, sometimes attacking together, and sometimes splitting up to contain him. Their identical figures and sword moves dazzled Baisun Daoren, making it impossible for him to tell which one was Zhuanpo and which one was Miehun. Often, when he was defending against one of their attacks, he would reveal a weakness, which the other would take advantage of.

Although Bai Sun Dao Ren's cultivation level was as high as the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm and he possessed the insidious Xuanming Divine Palm, he was immediately thrown into a panic by the Six Sword Slaves' seamless combined attack.

He had just blocked Zhen Gang's fierce sword strike when a chilling coldness shot through his back. Duan Shui's "Duan Shui" sword was already close, forcing him to forcibly turn his body and give up the chance to counterattack. But before he could regain his footing, the twin swords of Zhuan Po and Mie Hun simultaneously stabbed at his left and right ribs. The sword strikes were cunning and ruthless, making it impossible to dodge. The evil sword energy of Luan Shen also took the opportunity to invade his meridians, causing his Xuanming True Qi to stagnate and his blood to surge.

(End of this chapter)