Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 370 Snatching
The sword talisman had just been activated when Qin Yang pointed at it almost directly at the sword's edge.

No one expected this attack to come so suddenly.

The Golden Core cultivator's finger strike was incredibly fast and caught Song Yan off guard; he still took the hit.

"..."

This was the first time he had directly taken a blow from a Golden Core cultivator.

Okay, actually I didn't accept it.

There was no time to use any defensive measures, nor was there time to unleash the Tai Xu Sword Chapter.

He didn't even let out a painful scream.

In a single glance, he felt as if all his bones had shattered and his meridians had been severed.

If it weren't for the sword light of the sword talisman causing Qin Yang to withdraw some of his spiritual energy, thus diminishing the power of that finger strike, he would probably be dead by now.

But now, it seems to be about the same.

Not only was his physical body shattered, but demonic energy and blood flames burned all over him.

Two different kinds of pain, cold and burning, spread and tormented his body.

It was pitch black.

I could still faintly hear Xiao Ju calling out.

It's okay, it's okay.

Song Yan told himself that at least at this moment, he was not dead.

However, his consciousness had begun to blur, and his breath was becoming weaker and weaker, as if it would be extinguished by a gust of wind.

"..."

Qin Xijun watched in astonishment as Song Yan's life gradually faded away, unable to utter a single word, her ears ringing.

"Master!" Xiao Ju's cry was heart-wrenching. She desperately tried to rush over, but was held back tightly by Nangong Ling.

"Miss Ju, don't act rashly!"

Xiao Ju watched as Song Yan's aura rapidly dissipated in the distance, her eyes wide with fury.

The Nangong family is currently at a complete disadvantage, with their master and Li Yi being held back by the Qin family's reinforcements.

She knew that she couldn't act rashly now, otherwise it would implicate her master. She could only watch helplessly as her master's breath grew weaker and weaker.

Xiao Ju clenched her hands tightly, and the expression on her face gradually changed from grief to overwhelming hatred.

She hated the Qin family for instigating all of this, and she hated that Golden Core cultivator from the Demonic Ruins.

What I hate most is my own weakness and incompetence!

Ju Luyi, remember this scene before you, remember it for all eternity.

You're too weak, too weak!

Your master accepted you as a disciple, led you into the sect, imparted to you unparalleled martial arts skills, and bestowed upon you precious elixirs, asking nothing of you in return…

Look at yourself now!

You thought everything had changed and that you could stand on your own now.

Actually, nothing has changed. You're still the same useless person you used to be!
All the beauty is an illusion, it's all brought to you by Master. Without Master's blessing, you would still be nothing.

You're just a...

"waste."

Overwhelming hatred brewed a unique inspiration, which emerged within Xiao Ju's sword palace.

At the same time, a faint, deep murmur echoed in her ears, almost imperceptibly.

Now he is critically injured and on the verge of death, and there is nothing you can do.

It looks like a stray dog ​​that has lost its owner!
Not far away, Li Yi's eyes were also bloodshot, filled with shock and anger.

"Junior Brother Song."

He roared, his halberd flashing horizontally like a dragon emerging from the sea, forcing Xu Heng and the Qin family cultivators who were besieging him back several steps.

He wanted to get away to help, but Xu Heng's strange folding fan and another Qin family cultivator's reinforcements were like a persistent leech, firmly blocking his path.

With a fake Core Formation cultivator and a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator at the same time, the chances of rescuing Junior Brother Song are extremely slim.

Li Yi had no choice but to vent his anger on his opponent, wielding his halberd, but he was unable to break free for the time being.

Zhang Cheng urged his flying sword with all his might, and out of the corner of his eye, he also sighed deeply, feeling a surge of grief and indignation.

He was a man who valued talent. If it weren't for today's events, it would have been almost certain that this young man would eventually achieve the Golden Core stage.

Pity.

Although Qin Yang is injured, he is far from being on the verge of death. Zhang Cheng knows that if he is distracted to save Song Yan at this time, not only might he be attacked by Qin Yang, but the last resistance of the Nangong family will also collapse instantly.

Therefore, he could only turn his grief and anger into a fierce offensive.

At this moment, he had long since disregarded his own lifespan being exhausted and was frantically squeezing out his own essence, only hoping to suppress Qin Yang.

At the very edge of the battlefield, there was a viewing platform that had not been completely destroyed.

Shi Yunhao's figure disappeared into the shadow of the wreckage.

At this moment, he returned to his original appearance and leaned against a broken stone pillar.

He sighed as he watched the bloodlust of the figure in the arena gradually fade.

"Tsk..."

His voice was tinged with obvious disappointment. He shook his head, and the interest in his eyes quickly faded, leaving only indifference.

"It seems that this is the end."

He commented to himself, his tone flat, neither praising nor criticizing: "After all, this Golden Core cultivator was prepared. It's a pity. I wanted to see how much trouble you could stir up in this chaos. But to have achieved this much is not easy."

"That's fine."

Shi Yunhao shifted his gaze from Song Yan to the distant horizon, where something more captivating seemed to be drawing him in.

In his eyes, the subsequent battles were nothing more than squabbles between ants, utterly unremarkable.

"I have to rush to the next show, the real big one."

No one noticed that on the edge of the battlefield, amidst the ruins, there was a figure whose form had been scattered by the strong wind.

now.

Song Yan lay amidst the cold rubble, each faint breath carrying a heavy, bloody stench.

"Cough... Heh..."

He himself is the one who can best feel how bad his current situation is.

His physical body completely collapsed, his sword energy and spiritual power were exhausted, and even his thoughts became extremely sluggish, in addition to the double torment of demonic energy and blood flames.

You could say it would have been better to be dead.

His vision had long been swallowed by darkness, and the faint shouts of battle that reached his ears seemed muffled and indistinct, as if separated by a thick curtain of water.

He could no longer feel his body. He didn't know if it was an illusion or what, but he felt his soul being forcibly ripped from a broken body.

However, his last conscious thought was still instinctively searching for a way to get his body moving again.

Live on, don't die here.

I made a promise with Xiao He... to become a world-renowned cultivator and meet her again.

Try to find a way to survive, no matter what. Even if you lose all your cultivation and become a cripple, as long as you survive, that's enough.

Cultivation, foundation, path—all of that was thrown to the back of his mind.

The body was breaking down, and the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

Life needs to be replenished!
His left hand was also badly damaged and could only twitch slightly. With the last bit of vague perception, he struggled to reach for the Qiankun bag.

"Ho..."

The fingertips touched the Qiankun Bag, and its activation, which was usually as simple as breathing, now required all of his mental energy.

A wisp of remaining spiritual energy flowed down his left hand and into his Qiankun bag.

Now I have neither the will nor the strength to distinguish anything; I can only rely on my faint consciousness to grasp out many things that possess life and spiritual power.

Nourishing Vein Pill, Rejuvenating Essence Pill, Heart-Protecting Pill...

There were even some spiritual plants that he hadn't been able to refine into pills.

Song Yan couldn't see or distinguish anything clearly; his only thoughts were to pick it up and swallow it.

The blood-stained left hand moved with difficulty, groping haphazardly around itself. It stuffed whatever it grabbed into its mouth!

He swallowed the pills, herbs, blood, and dust whole.

I can no longer taste anything, and swallowing is extremely difficult.

The elixir transformed into medicinal power within the shattered body.

A faint warmth spread, and spiritual power seemed to recover slightly, but this little bit of power was simply a drop in the ocean compared to the current state of the collapsing physical body.

The meridians were powerless to guide them, and could only watch helplessly as they dissipated.

On the contrary, the appearance of this faint spiritual energy brought an even sharper stinging sensation.

"……broken."

It doesn't seem to work...

At this moment, his consciousness was beginning to fade, and he was in a daze, but his left hand was still groping numbly.

My little finger touched a cool, icy object, which seemed to have just been taken out of the Qiankun bag.

What is it?
He continued to touch it, gathering the cool, icy object in his hands.

It is a jade bottle.

How did I manage to find this thing by touch?
Perhaps it is because the nectar within it possesses a great deal of vitality.

Song Yan is now completely in a state of mindless madness. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do and acts only on instinct.

So, with all his might, he bent his left hand and smashed the jade bottle directly into his mouth.

Tick.

The nectar from the jade bottle flowed into his throat.

After drinking it, I didn't feel anything special, except that my mouth felt dry and I wanted to drink some more.

However, the nectar in the bottle was gone.

Within the Zhendao Sword Mansion, a wisp of sword intent slowly rose, gathering in Song Yan's words.

Bang-!
The jade bottle shattered, sending many porcelain shards flying out.

Song Yan swallowed that withered branch whole.

The moment he swallowed it, he felt a muffled sound next to his ear, and his eyes completely lost their last bit of light, his pupils dilating.

All sound completely disappeared.

Consciousness was also immersed in boundless darkness.

……

On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly. Within moments after the formation was broken, many cultivators from the Nangong family perished.

At the same time that Song Yan fell, the Nangong family's last line of defense was also on the verge of collapse.

"Big brother! Let's go!"

Nangong Jin was also critically injured at this moment. He had already consumed a lot of spiritual power and mental energy in order to preside over the Jianghe Daling Formation.

"Take the two ladies and leave this place!"

After the formation was broken, they were implicated and, after a fierce battle, could not continue. With a death wish, they could only call for Nangong Ming to escape.

As long as the head of the family is alive, there is still hope for Nangong.

"Hmph, want to run away?"

At this moment, Qin Feiyu had also joined the battle. He and Chen Cheng attacked Nangong Ming and Nangong Jin from the left and right respectively.

On the battlefield, Chen Cheng's hand flashed with spiritual light, and his light blue flying sword swept past, easily tearing through Nangong Jin's protective spiritual energy and slicing across his neck.

puff.

With his body severed from its head, Nangong Jin perished.

Chen Cheng's attack was undeniably ruthless; what appeared to be a casual slash was in fact a deadly move.

He actually had no enmity with the Nangong family; on the contrary, the Chen family of Jiangxian Pass often received their favor.

However, people die for wealth, and birds die for food.

Since the demise of the Nangong family is inevitable, why not take a share of the spoils myself?

Having landed a successful blow, Chen Cheng used the momentum to retreat, flying in another direction.

"The third one!"

Before Nangong Ming could even grieve and summon his magical artifact to defend against Qin Feiyu's attack, another elder from the Nangong family, a pseudo-Core Formation Realm expert, flew over.

Although he was also seriously injured, he was determined to protect Nangong Ming at all costs.

"You old dog of the Qin family! You'd better die!"

Qin Feiyu chuckled, a flash of black light appeared at his fingertips, and three black flying blades twisted strangely in the air, swirling back towards the elder.

The Qin family cultivator who had been fighting the elder earlier had also caught up with them.

The two people, one in front and one behind, instantly shattered his protective aura with two beams of light.

"Uncle Lie, be careful!" Nangong Ming shouted and tried to intervene, but it was too late.

Three jet-black blades flew in one after another, piercing into the elder's body.

His eyes were wide with rage, blood was spilling from his mouth and nose, and he tremblingly reached out his hand to Nangong Ming, as if he wanted to say something more.

However, Qin Feiyu's black flying blade suddenly turned in mid-air and fell down.

Puff puff.

The black light flashed like lightning, and the elder fell to the ground with a thud, turning into a bloody mess.

"what--!"

Nangong Ming charged at Qin Feiyu without regard for anything else.

Just as the latter was about to make a move, he caught a glimpse of Chen Cheng's subtle actions out of the corner of his eye, and then let out a cold laugh.

As Qin Feiyu retreated, he pointed at Nangong Ming and said to the Qin family's fake Core cultivator, "Kill him."

Then, surprisingly, they left the place and flew towards Chen Cheng's direction.

The Qin family had already secured victory and was now slowly eroding the remaining strength of the Nangong family.

Since victory is already assured, don't push too hard, lest someone, in a moment of madness, resort to desperate measures and drag you down with them.

At this moment, not only Chen Cheng and Qin Feiyu, but at least two or three other people in the arena also tried to extricate themselves from the situation, pretending to help the other Qin family cultivators, but in reality, they were all heading in the same direction.

This is the very place where Song Yan was killed.

Even if some people are unable to free themselves, they will continue to keep their eyes on that place, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

That lifeless body.

Song Yan is currently the most dazzling genius in the cultivation world of Chu Kingdom, and a prodigy of the Dongyuan Sect, one of the six major sects.

How many secrets does he hold?
What kind of precious treasures and mysterious techniques could enable him to transcend minor realms and slay his opponents?

His sword case... his storage bag...

These thoughts are growing wildly in the minds of many people.

Perhaps the chance to defy fate is just around the corner!
Whoever gets there first will be able to seize this incredible opportunity!

Several figures, initially pretending to help their colleagues, slowly approached the corpse.

But gradually, a few people stopped hiding their true intentions and fled in a frenzy.

The other cultivators, naturally, stopped pretending and rushed towards Song Yan's corpse.

They even went so far as to attack allies within their own camp, all in an effort to seize the initiative.

However, two figures were far faster than the others, giving them an absolute advantage.

One was Qin Feiyu, and the other was the yellow-robed cultivator who had previously used the Flowing Sand Sacrifice to assist the Qin Clan in breaking the formation.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, this person was killed by a cultivator from my Qin family. You must not make a mistake."

"..."

The cultivator known as Fellow Daoist Huang ignored him and rushed straight toward Song Yan.

Who cares about all that nonsense? Once Song Yan's Qiankun Bag is seized, what does it matter if he doesn't stay in Chu?

How far can the Qin family's reach extend?
But opportunity was right in front of me.

(End of this chapter)