Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 296 - 247~248: Dugu Nine Swords vs Powerful Slash (Additional 4 - s for Lü Xinfeng)_2

Chapter 296: 247~248: Dugu Nine Swords vs Powerful Slash (Additional 4 Chapters for Lü Xinfeng)_2

However, at the same time, another incredibly fierce palm power had already struck Yue Buqun’s body, ringing out explosively and causing Yue Buqun to vomit fresh blood. The remaining force unabated, it surged towards Murong Fu, whose complexion had already changed as he immediately countered.

"Master!"

Ling Hu Chong’s expression changed and he couldn’t help but be distracted once more by the sight of Yue Buqun spitting blood.

"Ha ha ha, Ling Hu Chong, you’re too indecisive! Now take Laozi’s Powerful Slash!!"

Jiang Dali’s figure, like a small mountain, suddenly came crushing down.

Suddenly, from behind, the Golden-Backed Nine-Ring Great Saber unsheathed with a clanging sound.

Brilliant Golden Light burst forth like sunlight spilling from the sky, dazzling everyone present to squint their eyes involuntarily.

Some were even brought to tears by the stimulation.

Ling Hu Chong too squinted his eyes, and the next moment he suddenly heard a roar like that of the Lion Roar.

"Sword!!!"

Buzz—!

A terrifying wave of sound accompanied by an incredibly ferocious and frightening Sword Intent suddenly rose.

Like the morning sun rising from the sea level, the suddenly spreading sunlight, unstoppable by anything, poured over the entire world.

Momentum!

A tremendous momentum, like the changing of seasons, a spring tide rushing forth, came with a dazzling and piercing Sword Light, and fiercely struck.

In an instant, the space within a ten-zhang radius seemed to be completely enveloped and suppressed by this terrifying Sword Intent and Sword Force, tightly Bound, with nowhere to dodge, nowhere to hide.

The nearby Players couldn’t help but cry out in alarm, their Qi-Blood plummeting under this terrifying pressure of Sword Intent and Sword Force; some were even frightened to the point of seeing black and collapsing on the ground.

"What a strong, domineering slash!"

Ling Hu Chong looked extremely solemn, trembling in spirit.

He saw the dazzling Sword Light sweeping through the area, seemingly impossible to counter, impeccable.

Even with the Breaking Blade Style of the Dugu Nine Swords, he found it difficult to find an immediate solution.

Because with that slash, it was as if the entire space’s "force" was bearing down.

If he couldn’t shatter this "force," any confrontation would result in serious injury or even death.

All this contemplation happened in the blink of an eye.

Ling Hu Chong felt a piercing pain all over his body, as if he were about to be split in half by a slash, with no room left to struggle.

His eyes set, he saw the autumn rain scattered within the Sword Light, unbounded, and suddenly an inspiration flashed in his mind. He bellowed and thrust his Longsword.

In a flash, the hissing sound of steel echoed non-stop, the sword reflecting the misty rain in the sky, a burst of snow-white coldness.

Ling Hu Chong’s momentum also suddenly turned extremely Yin and soft.

Just like the misty autumn rain, scattered and sparse, neither hurried nor slow, evoking a sense of you are strong because you are strong, the bright moon shining over the great river.

At once, a bizarre Sword Intent brewed and surged up, entangling with the Sword Intent and Sword Force, not clashing head-on but instead opposing it like tempered steel turned into softness around one’s finger.

Swordsmanship and Sword Intent, both seemingly transformed into drizzling autumn rain, scattered and sprinkled.

Like silk, like satin, like mist, like smoke.

And like a pot of wine.

Intoxicating, dreamlike, infatuated, inebriated.

The ferocious and domineering slash.

The gentle and muddled thrust.

Swoosh!

The domineering Sword Light swept across.

But the sword, like a golden snake, like rain mist, wrapped around the Sword Light.

A flash of Blood Arrow!

Ling Hu Chong grunted and flew backwards, landing and standing firm. A ghastly gash appeared on his arm, the blood almost soaking his sleeve to a sauce color, nearly severing his arm with one slash.

Boom!

On the other side, Jiang Dali’s huge and tall figure too landed, his strong and intense body sporting a chest wound from which a Blood Arrow shot out, neat and smooth, almost pierced through the heart by a sword.

He held the golden knife, which was slanted towards the ground, drip by drip of bright red blood pooling, falling to the ground, mixing in puddles with the rainwater, instantly spreading and diluting.

"Dugu Nine Swords, truly lives up to its reputation!"

Jiang Dali, holding the golden knife, looked at Ling Hu Chong with eyes full of shock and admiration, curling his lips into a smile.

"Almost, just a bit more, you almost killed me!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire place burst into shock, their gaze falling on the deep sword wound on Jiang Dali’s left chest, gasping.

Ling Hu Chong, looking at his left arm that was almost immobile and still trembling, couldn’t help but give a bitter smile towards Jiang Dali, "If I had truly wanted to kill you, Village Chief Jiang, I’m afraid my left arm would have been cut off at the root.

But I, Ling Hu Chong, still want to use this arm to play the zither and drink wine. I don’t wish to become a one-armed swordsman.

I hope Village Chief Jiang will also show mercy when it is possible to do so."

"Brother Chong!"

Just at that moment.

A figure swiftly flew over and landed beside Ling Hu Chong.

It was none other than Ren Yingying, dressed in Miao clothing, stunningly beautiful, like a jade fairy, peerlessly beautiful and radiant, concernedly pouring golden sore medicine on Ling Hu Chong and glaring at Jiang Dali with anger.

"Ha ha ha ha, since even the Holy Maiden is here, how could Jiang not show some respect."

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, glancing over his Qi-Blood and pondering the current situation, then coldly snorted, "I might let Ning Zhongze and the rest of the Hua Mountain disciples go, but Yue Buqun, that hypocrite, Laozi has decided to capture him.

I won’t kill him, but will hold him here in Black Wind Village, letting him ponder just like you, Ling Hu Chong, did on the Cliff of Reflection, to think about what exactly he did wrong."

With this statement, Yue Buqun’s face immediately changed, growing even paler.

Ning Zhongze, however, immediately stood up and scolded, "No way! Black Wind Village Chief, you’re instigating a war between our Five Mountains Sword Sects and your Black Wind Village!"

"Shut the hell up!"

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