Sword Aura to the Heavens-Chapter 235 - 231 The Deceased

Li Fan’s figure descended toward the ground.

At this moment, he was exhausted, not only physically, but also in spirit, with his essence and spirit burning through the Heavenly Nine Declines, even controlling his sword felt extremely tiring.

Lu Yuan’s body fell with him towards the ground, in the moonlight she extended her left hand to support Li Fan’s arm, sensing his fatigue, she steadied him as they landed on the ground.

She was also feeling unwell, the ’Immortal Soul Guide swordsmanship’ she inherited in Sword Valley from a female Sword Cultivator predecessor on Li Mountain, who was of very high status there, possibly a descendant of the Li Mountain Sword Ancestor, in her time she was already a Great Sword Cultivator with the power to pierce the heavens and penetrate the earth, thus she had the ’Immortal Soul Guide swordsmanship’.

However, this swordsmanship, reputed as the ’Immortal Sword’, uses the divine soul as a guide, she had barely comprehended its basics, let alone mastered it or even using it was difficult for her, she needed a complementary secret technique, the Soul Burning Sword Dao.

When she inherited this technique, the predecessor had advised her to use it only in life-and-death situations, as its backlash could cause irreversible damage to a Sword Cultivator.

The greater the eruption, the greater the damage.

Not only did Lu Yuan use the Soul Burning Sword Dao, but she also employed the ’Immortal Soul Guide swordsmanship’, both of which were the most domineering sword dao inheritances she received among the five swords, they were forces she struggled to control yet broke through forcibly, it was imaginable how much burden they placed upon her.

Moreover, she had just single-handedly intercepted Jiang Chaoyang and the three Great Sword Cultivators, and many Primordial Spirit projections were destroyed, and her divine soul was already injured.

But she understood clearly that Li Fan had fought to such an extent, he could hardly continue fighting, thus she could not fall.

Her gaze swept over the crowd around her, those Sword Cultivators, many had died or were wounded.

The strongest attackers were Ying Ze, Ren Yuzhi, and Qu Lan, Ying Ze was severely wounded, Ren Yuzhi lightly injured, Qu Lan lost an arm.

Later, when the three Lingxiao Pavilion Sword Cultivators attacked, one died, two injured.

These people were already killing fearfully, if she killed one or two more, they might dare not strike any further.

"Lu Yuan, you can do it." Lu Yuan turned to glance at Li Fan, gripping her sword tighter, entrust it to her.

The sword cultivators watching were deeply moved, Li Fan and Lu Yuan were the youngest among them.

They were both less than twenty years old.

Seeing the faces of the two, some even felt compassion, but with such a steadfast heart for the Sword Dao, they had already fought to such a degree, how could they be affected by emotions.

Their eyes again showed a cold killing intent.

They were already failing, this battle was nearing its end, and with the strongest forces having casualties, those still alive had an even greater chance of obtaining the Sword Intent.

At this moment, more than ever, they could not give up.

"Kill."

A cold voice rang from somewhere, then swords pierced through the air coming to kill, this time many Sword Cultivators were cautious, controlling swords towards Li Fan and Lu Yuan.

In an instant, sharp swords flooded the sky, obscuring the heavens, descending from the sky, a magnificent spectacle.

Lu Yuan bit her lip lightly, she could not afford to care much, her divine soul seemed to be burning, a spectral shadow entered the moon, those sharp swords rushing from the sky froze in mid-air, resembling countless ice pillars.

At the same time, many spectral shadows emerged from Lu Yuan, surrounding Li Fan, encircling him, allowing her to be somewhat at ease.

"Immortal’s Path."

Lu Yuan’s words fell, the primordial spirit soared upward, like many incarnations shooting towards different directions, moonlight shone upon the Sword Cultivators, those incarnations attacked the crowd, simultaneously wielding swords, a swordsmanship tide was the sword she inherited and could freely use in her sword dao.

"Lu Yuan."

Li Fan looked up at the sky, then at Lu Yuan’s true form beside him, of course, he could see, Lu Yuan was using secret techniques to fight, her realm was the same as his, it was impossible to unleash such battle strength.

Moreover, this swordsmanship was among the top inheritance sword dao, just like the Heavenly Nine Declines, absolutely not something Lu Yuan could use now.

Ying Ze, Ren Yuzhi, Jiang Chaoyang, and others stared at Lu Yuan’s figure, many incarnations simultaneously controlling swords to kill, such swordsmanship, they had never encountered.

Being Sword Cultivators, they could clearly see, not only was Li Fan using the swordsmanship of top Great Sword Cultivators, but Lu Yuan’s swordsmanship was the same.

In Da Li’s land, few forces could inherit such top-level swordsmanship.

Jiang Chaoyang and theirs were the Lingxiao Pavilion faction, of course impossible.

Disciples under the world’s greatest sword Xuanyuan Sword Sect were also impossible.

Then, what other force could it be?

"Li Mountain."

Jiang Chaoyang’s gaze turned cold, he should have thought of it sooner.

Besides Li Mountain, who else could possess such sword dao talent and strength, besides Li Mountain, who else could defeat them so miserably, dead and wounded.

Not only did Jiang Chaoyang realize, Ying Ze and the others realized too.

As it turns out, it was Li Mountain, no wonder so arrogant wanting the world’s seven portions of fortune.

Since they were disciples of Li Mountain, they must not let Li Fan leave alive, Zuo Tu collaborated with demons and was surrounded, with the Shadow Inheritor Sword protecting, what could Li Mountain do?

Li Fan going out alive, if he reveals the truth and has Li Mountain as his backing, it would be troublesome.

They did not expose the identities of Li Fan and Lu Yuan, pretending as if they were unaware.

"Sword of the Primordial Spirit." Ying Ze looked up, staring at Lu Yuan’s murderous figure in the sky. Generally, sword cultivators wouldn’t engage in such dangerous behavior; if the Primordial Spirit is severely injured, death is certain.

But this Lu Yuan, to protect that Zuo Tu, has disregarded all costs.

So it seems that Li Fan’s status in Li Mountain might be that of an inheritor.

"Ren Yuzhi." Ying Ze shouted, and Ren Yuzhi understood, both heading towards Lu Yuan. Brilliant sword light surged at Ren Yuzhi’s brow. The Wind Roc sliced through the void, transformed into a sword, and pierced towards Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan glanced in that direction, her eyes seemingly infused with the Power of Taiyin. The wings of the Wind Roc were covered with white frost, and multiple incarnations appeared simultaneously, slashing towards the Wind Roc.

But at this moment, the Wind Roc spat out a beam of sword light. The magical treasure sword attacking the Divine Soul pierced through those illusions, aiming for Lu Yuan.

Just as Lu Yuan’s Sword of the Primordial Spirit was about to strike out, Ying Ze’s ancient bell artifact fell above Lu Yuan’s Primordial Spirit. The bell’s sound resonated, and strands of destructive golden light rained down, transforming into golden swords.

In the position behind Lu Yuan, Jiang Chaoyang also drew his sword.

"Buzz..." Lu Yuan’s figure swayed, as if the Power of Taiyin could no longer withstand these numerous attacks. When her sword targeted the ancient bell overhead, Ren Yuzhi’s sword that targeted the Primordial Spirit arrived, causing her figure to tremble.

She slashed out a sword, and as it was unleashed, it seemed as though countless Lu Yuan were swinging their swords simultaneously.

Clang.

The bell sound resonated, with a muffled grunt, Ren Yuzhi’s Dharma Form Wind Roc was slashed with cracks, and he grunted, his face turning pale.

But some sword light also struck Lu Yuan’s incarnations, and the sword aura pierced through and landed on the Primordial Spirit’s body. It seemed difficult for Lu Yuan to maintain such a state, the Primordial Spirit fell back into her body, and as she opened her eyes, her aura fluctuated, also teetering on the brink.

Yet she still stubbornly stood there, holding the Taiyin Sword, scanning the crowd.

The wind battered her body, exuding a sense of desolation, making one feel bone-chilling cold.

The corpses lying on the ground increased, linked together, and those deceased sword cultivators were extraordinary people, perhaps once called geniuses.

But now, they are all buried here.

Li Fan looked at Lu Yuan, his voice low, "Lu Yuan, why go to such lengths."

Lu Yuan glanced at him, and a smile appeared in her eyes as bright as the moon. In her mind, the scene resurfaced of the youthful figure wielding a sword at the Peak of Li Mountain against the oppression of Lingxiao Pavilion, vivid in her memory.

"For Li Mountain," Lu Yuan whispered, "you cannot fall."

"For Li Mountain..."

Hearing Lu Yuan’s words, the crowd of sword cultivators fell momentarily dazed. Although many had guessed, hearing Lu Yuan speak it out still stirred their hearts.

This once-fallen king of the Sword Dao, the two sword cultivators it produced, remained radiantly dazzling, overpowering all rivals.

"You can’t fall either."

Li Fan responded, the two leaning back against each other, seemingly merging into one entity, each other’s support.

"Die."

Ren Yuzhi let out an angry roar, his Dharma Form also wounded, but he could see that Li Fan and Lu Yuan had exhausted their strength, unable to continue fighting.

Ren Yuzhi’s speed was like lightning, and though heavily injured, he was like a wounded beast, baring sharp fangs, unleashing a desperate attack.

The Sky Splitting Sword Intent roared out, storm, sword, and Wind Roc, attacking Li Fan and Lu Yuan with a frenzy. He intended to end this battle, even if they were disciples of Li Mountain, they must die.

Lu Yuan wanted to move, but Li Fan grabbed her hand.

Within Li Fan, a soundless roar resonated, like a beast murmuring.

"Boom..."

A rush of monstrous energy swept out, reaching the sky. The terrifying demon energy transformed into the figure of a demon, enveloping Li Fan’s body. His eyes turned golden, the demon energy within him roaring.

At this moment, Li Fan seemed to transform into a demon, or rather, borrowed the strength of the demon.

Dragon roars resounded, the Martial Spirit seemed to seize control of the body, merging into one. His eyes appeared to turn into demonic eyes, exuding a bloodthirsty madness.

A violent gale tore through, crashing against the dragon’s body. Ren Yuzhi swung his sword, but it was grabbed by a massive hand, or rather a claw, the claw of a dragon.

Ren Yuzhi looked at Li Fan in shock, a hint of terror in his eyes. Li Fan’s other hand reached forward, the demon dragon’s arm extended, the claw clutching Ren Yuzhi’s head.

Pu chi...

The claw pierced directly into Ren Yuzhi’s skull, blood flowing down. Ren Yuzhi’s eyes showed terror and despair, the claw gradually penetrating deeper, piercing through his skull.

Blood stained the claw red, Ren Yuzhi’s body suspended in the air, trembling as he died.

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