In the world of martial arts, one works tirelessly to attain enlightenment.

Chapter 127, Jian Linglong sets off to slaughter the elves.

Eight Directions City

The territory occupied by the Elves.

The territory within the Eight Directions City was not initially divided; it was all conquered through strength. The Elf race, with its large number of Fallen Elves, occupied a considerable area.

On this day, a human appeared in the peaceful skies above the elven region.

This person exuded the aura of a fourth-tier cultivator. The light around her was distorted by spiritual energy, and sword energy transformed into fine threads that intertwined and surrounded her, covering her with a layer of blood-red gauze.

The flying sword, as clear as autumn water, circled around her. Its long, straight blade gleamed. Although she was shrouded in a blood-red veil, it did not cause any sense of chaos. It was a sight to behold and evoked a strange and beautiful feeling.

Jian Linglong looked down with a calm gaze.

The streets are crisscrossed, and all the creatures living within them are elves; there are no other races.

Four auras reappeared out of thin air, belonging to fallen elves clad in cool armor, making one wonder if the armor was truly effective.

Four fallen elves drew their standard rapiers, and their purplish-black spiritual energy transformed into mist, collectively enveloping an area of ​​a hundred meters in radius. Countless purplish-black vines appeared out of thin air, locking onto the figure in the center.

Jian Linglong raised her eyelids and saw her raise her right hand, forming a sword shape with her fingers.

Crimson sword energy transformed into threads from her fair and delicate fingertips, spreading forward.

The sword energy threads moved at incredible speed, slicing past the four fallen elves before they could even react.

Instantly, the heads of the four elves flew off, and dozens of purplish-black vines behind them were cut into numerous pieces, while the purplish-black spiritual mist was blown away, creating a void.

The flying sword rang out and plunged into the long street below. The killing intent of the sword merged with the sword energy, transforming into fine threads that intertwined and combined to form a giant net of sword threads that covered the area ahead.

The sword intent took the lead, launching a mental shock that indiscriminately covered the long street.

The moment the elves saw the sword intent, all elves below the third rank were invaded by it, their mental space was shattered, and their souls were annihilated, resulting in their instant death!

Next, the third-tier elf's mental space was severely damaged, and its consciousness went blank for a short time, making it unable to effectively deal with the sword net.

The sword-web-like net swept across the long street, leaving net-like cracks on the bodies of the elves it passed through, which then shattered into pieces, their blood mixed with a faint fragrance spreading in the air.

Jian Linglong stepped forward, her gaze remaining calm, as she commanded her flying swords to slaughter the elves below.

In less than two minutes, hundreds of elves on the long street were completely shattered, their blood mixed with a strange fragrance and an unknown emerald liquid, covering a small portion of the street.

After three minutes,

Four pure-blooded elves arrived together, each exuding the aura of a fourth-tier being.

The aura of the Fallen Elf is purer and more neutral, seemingly harmless, but ignoring it will have serious consequences.

The leading fourth-tier pure-blooded elf, upon seeing the long street littered with carnage, immediately flew into a rage.

It reached out and grabbed a vibrant green branch in the air. The branch had two or three leaves and a few water droplets hanging on it, seemingly unrelated to any weapon.

The pure-blooded elf swung a branch at Jian Linglong.

"Human! You're courting death!"

The branches swelled to ten meters in diameter in the blink of an eye, transforming into vines tens of meters long and ten meters thick.

The vines bent in the air like a taut bow, and suddenly flung towards Jian Linglong.

Jian Linglong stopped in her tracks, her clear eyes reflecting the attack path of the vines and the pure-blooded elf hiding behind them.

She formed a sword shape with her fingers, and the flying sword rang out and returned to her hand.

Jian Linglong raised her hand and swept it across the vine from top to bottom.

The flying sword vanished in a flash, replaced by a crescent-shaped crimson sword aura that dimmed the surrounding light.

Before the vines even came into contact with the sword energy, the outermost layer of vines was blown off by the sword wind.

The killing intent eroded the tree vines, and through the practice between the vines and the spirits, it rushed into his mental space.

The pure-blooded elf was immediately stunned, his consciousness momentarily blank as he was struck by the killing intent.

choke!

The flying sword pierced through the vines, went through the elf's neck, entered through the throat and exited through the back of the neck, drawing out a small amount of blood. It then spun half a turn before its head fell off.

The sword energy surged into the headless corpse, destroying its life force and taking away some spiritual items that could be absorbed into its body.

Jian Linglong swept her sword finger horizontally, infusing the flying sword with new power. The sword energy transformed into threads, covering the area as mist, catching up with the three distant fourth-tier elves and engulfing them.

All fourth-tier spirits possess defensive capabilities; the emerald light transforms into a spherical shield, blocking the sword energy mist, but it cannot impede the flying sword itself.

The flying sword pierced through the spherical shield and the elf's body with a whoosh, shattering the spiritual light it released. Killing sword intent and sword energy mist erupted within its body, instantly extinguishing its life force.

Jian Linglong's steps appeared slow but were actually fast. In just a few steps, she caught up with the fallen elf corpses and put them into her storage ring.

The corpses of alien races have a large market within the human race, especially for various research institutes.

The living aliens are more valuable, but they are difficult to capture and it's not appropriate to send them back now; it's more convenient to kill them directly.

After killing the four pureblood elves, the flying sword continued its rampage through the long street.

The mental attack generated by the release of the killing intent had a significant impact. Before the elves could recover, they faced another catastrophe.

Jian Linglong has no fate; she only needs her flying sword to slaughter elves below the fourth rank.

Soon, ten distinctly powerful auras emerged.

Six fallen elves and four pure-blooded elves arrived together.

The Fallen Elf is at the mid-stage of Tier 4, while among the Pureblood Elves there are two at the mid-stage of Tier 4 and two at the early stage of Tier 4.

The fallen elves wielded standard-issue rapiers, while the pure-blooded elves used various weapons, all exuding a rich life force.

Jian Linglong stopped, spread her hands, interlaced her fingers, extended her index and middle fingers, and pressed the two sword fingers together. The sword energy turned into threads and then into mist.

The flying sword returned to her, and a rich crimson sword aura emanated from Jian Linglong and flowed into the flying sword.

Jian Linglong slid her sword finger forward.

choke!

The sound of swords rang out in all directions, and crimson sword energy spread in all directions, covering all the attacking elves.

The intense crimson color blocked communication between elves, isolated their methods of investigation, and distorted their perception.

Only the flying swords darted through the misty sword energy at an undetectable speed, causing the auras of the spirits to vanish one by one.

The pure-blooded elf had a way to save his life, which he used to block one flying sword attack. However, he could only block it once. Faced with the second attack from the flying sword, all his methods seemed pale and powerless.

Half a minute later, the sword energy mist was withdrawn, leaving the area empty and devoid of any elven presence.

The corpses of the ten fourth-tier elves have been collected by Jian Linglong.

The flying sword plunged into the street below once more.

Sensing her remaining strength, Jian Linglong opened her right hand, palm down, and slowly pressed it down.

Above a large area of ​​the city, the killing intent of swords appeared out of thin air, transforming into a pale red mist.

Upon contact, the elf immediately lost its fear, and an uncontrollable killing intent arose from the depths of its heart. It involuntarily looked at its companions and launched an attack with red eyes.

(End of this chapter)