King of Nine Skies-Chapter 211 - :Teacher

All eyes were fixed on the void, staring at that domineering black shadow.

Seeing that the dark figure's face showed a sneer, he said calmly, "You don't need to know this. I'll give you ten seconds to decide for yourself. If you don't, I'll deal with you and leave you with no trace of your existence."

"Men of great virtue would not mind sacrificing their lives. I, Liu Canglan, would rather die in battle. Unfortunately, my soldiers under my command have been implicated by me."

Liu Canglan raised his eyes and looked at the dark shadow in the void. His body was burning with intense combat will. He rose into the air, willing to die in battle rather than commit suicide with shame.

The troops of Xue Yue all wore expressions of extreme grief and indignation. This disaster of Xue Yue was not caused by war but by some other reason.

"Since you want to take your own life, I'll do it for you."

That dark shadow had a cold expression. Its black essence energy surged and gathered once more, filling the air with the power of destruction.

"His hair standing on end with rage, he stood at the railing, watching as the rain gradually ceased."

"Looking up, I raise my voice in a loud cry, my heart filled with heroic sentiments."

"Thirty years have passed, and I have achieved nothing but dust and soil. I have traveled thousands of miles, traversing through the clouds and the moon."

A melodious and resonant song was heard from afar, full of passion and vigor. Immediately, a clear and distinct voice reached the ears of all the soldiers.

"If Liu Canglan dies, Prince Marquis of Capricorn, Marquis of Capricorn, will surely be buried here today."

This statement is delivered in a rather mild tone and doesn't sound domineering at all, yet it gives the impression of being unquestionably true.

The dark figure's expression darkened, and he looked into the distance, coldly saying, "Why does this man speak so arrogantly?"

"Can you, Han Mo, be so presumptuous as to mock me, saying that the snow and the moon are without any counterpart?"

The surging waves of sound came from afar and gradually drew nearer. In no time, another figure emerged in the void.

Under this figure, there was a vast cloud of primordial energy floating around. And that person was sitting on this cloud of primordial energy. In front of him, there was an ancient zither placed on its stand, with the player sitting cross-legged and playing the zither.

"Living a life as if weathered by rain and mist, yet remaining unperturbed by them. Rain and mist have been with me all my life."

Looking at this figure emerging, Han Mo's gaze slightly narrowed, and a deep and sharp color flashed across his eyes. This person actually appeared here.

"Let's feast on the flesh of the barbarians with hunger, and let's quench our thirst with the blood of the Mo Yi warriors in our talk." As the middle-aged man sat cross-legged and played the guqin, his fingers moved rhythmically. A melody emerged from the guqin, and an endless stream of white light shimmered from the strings of the guqin. Instantly, a series of dull sounds echoed out. Below, the chests of nearly a thousand Mo Yi soldiers were pierced by the musical notes of the guqin, and they died instantly.

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In an instant of laughter and talk, everything vanished into nothingness, and the murderer left no trace of blood.

"Calligraphy and Ink, if you attack the army of Snow Moon and Moonlight, then I will attack the army of Mo Yue. If you dare to attack Liu Canglan, then I will attack the army of Capricorn."

The middle-aged man looked at the enraged Han Mo with a detached expression. Even when he killed someone, he did it with a hint of elegance. Laughing and chatting, playing the zither, the figure vanished.

The crowd was filled with shock. Another top-notch powerhouse! So powerful! They couldn't possibly withstand such might. With a flick of their fingers, the strings of the instrument could take away the lives of thousands of people.

The eyes of the soldiers of the Snow Moon Army were fixed on this person. There were glimmers of wild enthusiasm flashing in their eyes, and in their hearts, they felt an endless surge of hope.

"Facing life's vicissitudes with indifference, I'll go with the flow of the rain and the mist." Although they had never heard of the term "rain and mist throughout one's life," his ability to speak like this clearly indicates that he possesses strength not inferior to that of the shadow figure. He is undoubtedly a top-notch warrior among the Snow Moon sect.

At this moment, Lin Feng's heart trembled once again. In his life, he had been called "Smoke and Rain All Through Life" all along. It turned out that his real name was indeed "Smoke and Rain All Through Life".

This middle-aged man playing the lute in the void, Lin Feng knew him. Not only him, but also many people in Tianyi College believed that they knew this person.

That person taught Lin Feng to play the lute, making Lin Feng regard him as a teacher. That person was someone who could calm Lin Feng's mind. Lin Feng regarded him as the lute-player in the Peach Blossom Forest who played the instrument.

Lin Feng had never imagined that the man who had played the zither with him several times, who had helped him calm down and even once assisted him in transcending his cultivation level, would possess such formidable power.

It is precisely like a maiden who is still as she is, yet moves with thunderous force. This is somewhat similar to the image of Jiaohua Xue. She seems even more beautiful than a woman. On the battlefield, she transforms into the White Robe Divine Killer, killing one person with one sword.

"Rain and Mist throughout Life." Lin Feng silently noted down this name. The strength of Teacher Rain and Mist should be even stronger than that of Dragon Chengbian, the vice president of Tianyi College and the powerful figure known as Dragon.

Han Mo's gaze was fixed firmly on Yan Yuyin's face. After a moment of silence, he spoke up: "It's been a long time since I heard of your name, Snow Moon and Rainy Rain. Today, how did the battle go?"

"If you want to fight, then fight."

The voice of "Smoke and Rain Through Life" remains calm and composed, as if nothing matters to it.

The surging black essence converged before the ink-wielding figure. The ink-wielding figure's right palm rotated in the air. Immediately after, behind his palm, there followed an overwhelming amount of black essence.

"Blow out!"

With a deafening boom, Han Mohe's palm struck out. The dark ink-like palm mark that seemed to swallow up the entire universe once again emerged, blocking out the sky and the sun, charging towards Yan Yuyin in a fierce assault.

In the midst of the drizzling rain and mist, he sat calmly on the cloud that gathered the essence of true energy. His fingertips moved, and the strings of the lute vibrated. Endless streams of light poured out from the strings and headed towards the celestial palm seal that obscured the sky.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

A sharp and piercing cry kept echoing from the void. The black palm print was directly pierced through by the stream of light. The endless white stream of light carried an incomparably sharp air and shot towards Han Mo, while the damaged palm print still moved forward, crashing into Yan Yu's lifetime.

"Let's fight again somewhere else." Hanmo roared loudly and shot up into the air with his body.

"Exactly so." Yan Yiyin replied with a nod. The clouds of true energy gathered around her moved in the air.

In an instant, the figures of the two vanished into black dots and soared towards the distant sky. Eventually, they completely disappeared without a trace.

The strength of Han Mo and Yan Yu Pinglin is truly formidable. If they were to engage in a major battle here, the aftermath of the battle would inevitably affect the people below. Clearly, neither Han Mo nor Yan Yu Pinglin would like this.

Looking at the two figures who had vanished, the junior officer below couldn't calm down for a long time. His gaze remained fixed on the empty space, staring blankly.

At that level of strength, a single person is capable of influencing the outcome of a battle and destroying an entire legion. It's so powerful that it's no wonder that the Nine Kingdoms have agreed not to allow the top-tier strongmen of each nation to directly engage in combat.

"Desiring to devour the flesh of the barbarians in hunger, and thirstily drinking the blood of the Mo-yu in conversation."

"Kill!"

Liu Canglan shouted loudly in the void, taking down the bow and arrows he was carrying. Behind him, the golden martial spirit appeared, and a bow and arrow pointed straight up to the sky, capturing everyone's attention.

With a quick grab, the illusory spirit arrow bow and arrows were caught by Liu Canglan. Immediately, the nine arrows were aimed at the Mo Yue Army. As soon as she let go, golden light flashed across, and within an instant, dozens of people were pierced through by the golden arrows and died instantly.

"Kill!"

With a deafening roar, the troops of Xue Yue Corps unleashed their might, shaking the heavens and the earth. Just now, Han Mo had wiped out a thousand enemies with one palm strike, threatening the Snow Moon Corps and vowing to have Liu Canglan commit suicide. This made the entire army filled with grief and indignation, but they were powerless to do anything. Now, Yan Yu Ping lived up to his name and appeared to confront Han Mo, saving them and sparing the general's life. All of this undoubtedly aroused the boundless rage and endless bloodlust of the troops of Snow Moon Corps.

Bloodstains once again stained the earth red.

Lin Feng, holding a long sword, kept slaughtering continuously in front of him. Beside him, there were many people wearing blood-colored masks fighting side by side with him. Wherever he went, blood was splattered everywhere.

The battlefield's scope keeps expanding. There are no tactics at all; only desperate fighting.

At this moment, Lin Feng finally saw that figure. It was the graceful figure of the young woman sitting on the warhorse, the figure of Duan Xinye.

However, Duan Xin Ye was completely unable to move. Her body was bound to the warhorse, and the warhorse she was riding on was surrounded by eight others. These eight people were all wearing hideously ugly black armor, and they were undoubtedly the Black Demon Guards.

Duan Xin Ye also saw Lin Feng. Those beautiful eyes of hers were like autumn waters, rippling with a few waves, showing a hint of anticipation.

Of course, that group of Black Demon Guards also saw Lin Feng and others who had come to kill. The gaze behind their armors was filled with a fierce and chilling intent, sharp and bone-chilling.

As soon as Lin Feng took a step forward, he raised his sword and charged up. His body leaped into the air. At the same time, one of the Black Demon Guards also moved. His body shot up into the air as if lifted by magic. "Slay!"

Lin Feng slashed with his sword, and a brilliant light spread out in all directions.

The black assassin's palm trembled. Instantly, Lin Feng felt a force like an oceanic river surging towards him, causing his sword to be tossed about and unstable. Even the space around him seemed to be filled with the sound of rushing water.

The two opposing forces, gentle yet fierce, directly sent Lin Feng back and he landed on the ground. Lin Feng saw that the Black Demon Guard had already returned to his warhorse and gave Lin Feng a cold look. With a wave of his hand, the horses galloped away at full speed. Eight warhorses, carrying Duan Xinye, galloped off in a frenzy.

"Amazing! These Black Demon Guards are all strong fighters." Lin Feng's pupils narrowed. Although these Black Demon Guards only numbered eight, their strength was much stronger than the group he had wiped out.

The body rushed out of the body, Lin Feng raised his sword and slashed down. A figure fell off the warhorse. Lin Feng leaped onto the warhorse and immediately chased after the eight iron-clad riders.

No matter what, she must be rescued. - 段欣叶, no matter what, she must be saved.