Sword Aura to the Heavens
Chapter 137 - 133: A Single Sword

Chapter 137: Chapter 133: A Single Sword

Huang Xiong violently pursued the Jiao Demon, the heavy hammer falling repeatedly on the Jiao Long’s body, causing the Jiao Long to frantically flee back.

The human cultivators’ side resounded with shouts that shook the heavens. Seeing Huang Xiong’s godlike form, the human cultivators felt their blood boil, driving the Jiao Long to flee for its life.

But just then, a figure from the demon army dashed toward the battlefield like a purple lightning bolt, moving with unparalleled speed.

"Boom..."

Another explosive sound echoed as Huang Xiong’s attack smashed onto the Jiao Demon’s body. The Jiao Demon lay prostrate, spewing fresh blood, its aura weak.

However, the apparition that had burst out from the demon army was already at Huang Xiong’s front.

A cold sword light flashed past, slashing towards Huang Xiong.

"These vile creatures."

The army of human cultivators glared angrily, the battle not yet over, and other demons dared set foot onto the battlefield?

"What is your intention?" an elder from Bai Lu Academy shouted, only to hear the Peacock Demon King’s demon energy rise to the sky, blocking the elder’s imposing presence, saying, "The fight just now has ended, we admit defeat in that battle."

"There was never such a rule of admitting defeat before," the elder replied coldly.

"There is now," the Peacock Demon King responded indifferently, causing the human cultivators to curse angrily, these demons were shameless, unable to afford defeat?

Many eyes were on the Jiao Demon, recognizing its extraordinary identity; thus, the Peacock Demon King was willing to lose face to save its life, fearing Huang Xiong might kill it on the spot.

They then focused their eyes on the other side of the battlefield, looking at the demon that rushed out. The other’s speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to discern what demon it was.

This demon actually used a sword.

A cold light burst out, targeting Huang Xiong, accompanied by lightning.

Huang Xiong shouted, stretching his large hand forward, trying to catch the opponent’s sword with his flesh palm, but the sword moved extremely fast, aiming directly at Huang Xiong’s eyes.

"Thunder’s power." The human cultivators eyed the demon, finally seeing its appearance. It had a sharp head, belonging to a Peng Demon, with thunderous wings and lightning flowing across its feathers.

"Thunder Roc."

"The Thunder Roc is a Peng Demon, extremely rare, highly intelligent, nimble, and agile, adept at speed, akin to lightning, probably targeting Huang Xiong’s weakness," a Bai Lu Academy elder said softly.

The previous two battles must have shown the demon army; when it came to strength, Huang Xiong feared no demon. Even the Jiao Long was nearly hammered to death. If not for the Thunder Roc’s interference, Huang Xiong would have torn the Jiao Long apart alive.

Huang Xiong blocked with his arm, protecting his eyes. The Peng Demon’s sword slashed through, the lightning contained incredibly strong cutting power.

Huang Xiong’s arm had a sheen protecting it, like armor, yet it was still slashed with a blood mark.

"Buzz..." Lightning flickered, the Peng Demon suddenly appeared atop Huang Xiong, wings spread, body upside down swinging its sword, a thunderous slash erupted, lightning continuously pouring down, Huang Xiong raised a hand to catch the opponent’s sword.

But the Peng Demon’s sword was extremely fast, slashing dozens of sword lights in an instant, lightning nearly engulfing Huang Xiong’s body, forcing him to protect his head defensively.

"Such a fast sword."

"This big guy is in trouble," Duan Feng said softly.

"This Peng Demon’s swordsmanship isn’t weaker than human cultivators; in fact, it’s faster than most human cultivators’ swords, as is its movement technique," Lin Yumo, being a sword cultivator, could naturally see the Peng Demon’s sword was very strong.

Born with thunder attributes, and a demon that practiced swordsmanship.

Huang Xiong’s mysterious technique protected him, roaring as he charged upwards, both arms reaching for the Peng Demon, abandoning defense to grab it. As long as he caught the Peng Demon, he could smash it to death.

"Boom..." A lightning bolt streaked across, and the Peng Demon instantly soared skyward, glaring at Huang Xiong below with sharp eyes.

Huang Xiong’s body could only drop to the ground helplessly, angrily gazing up at the Peng Demon in the sky.

Too fast, he couldn’t keep up.

The other excelled at thunder power, with wings, moving seemingly without need for startup time, disappearing instantly.

The Thunder Roc looked down at Huang Xiong from the sky, wings outstretched, thunderlight shining, the sky filled with streaks of lightning. When Huang Xiong raised his head, he saw lightning bolts raining down.

He roared, blood boiling, armor-like protection forming, as thunder struck his body but could not cause substantial harm.

"Such a strong physique, immune to spell attacks already." The human cultivators thought to themselves, besides Lu Yuan today, Huang Xiong would certainly also shake Yun Meng City.

As the Peng Demon flapped its wings, the thunder grew stronger and thicker, bolts of lightning falling like swords, suddenly, the Thunder Roc dove down, sword turning into thunderlight, killing towards Huang Xiong.

Huang Xiong bathed in lightning, eyes fearless, still raising a hand to grab the opponent, but the opponent drew a brilliant arc, merging with the thunder, surrounding and slashing out all over Huang Xiong’s body.

Huang Xiong operated his mysterious technique, fists blasting continuously, fist lighting interwoven with sword light. Moments later, the Thunder Roc’s body charged back into the air, Huang Xiong’s upper body clothes ripped apart, covered in blood marks, with thunder scars across his body.

"Can’t hit the opponent." The human cultivators felt frustrated; the Peng Demon’s speed was too fast, its attack too strong. Huang Xiong had divine power but couldn’t touch the opponent at all.

He was like a target, only passively beaten.

Had it not been for his terrifying body, he would’ve already been cut into pieces.

Huang Xiong was equally frustrated, staring at the flashing thunder apparition above, too fast, he couldn’t catch it.

"Buzz..." The Thunder Roc flapped its wings in the sky, sword following thunder, accompanied by a hurricane. As Huang Xiong’s mysterious technique activated, a Martial Spirit silhouette emerged, he ran, but the hurricane carried thunderous swords continuously attacking him, his speed far less than the airborne Thunder Roc.

Thunderous swords continuously stabbed into Huang Xiong’s body, blood continuously blooming. Huang Xiong abruptly stopped, turned and leaped upwards, charging toward the Thunder Roc in the sky.

The Thunder Roc turned into lightning, swooping past him, sword slashing at his neck.

With a pfft, another blood mark appeared. As Huang Xiong fell, the Thunder Roc followed closely, slashing continuously, blood splattering in the air.

"Come back," someone shouted.

"We admit defeat in this battle." The human cultivators watched, feeling pained. Huang Xiong had done his best; it wasn’t that his strength was weak, but the opponent restrained him.

If this continued, he would be worn to death.

As Huang Xiong landed, he was covered in blood, in a horrible state.

"Brother Huang." Xiao Kui’s eyes were red. She turned to the academy cultivators and said, "Since the demon interfered in the fight, we can do the same. Can anyone deal with that demon?"

The academy disciples were silent; the Peng Demon was difficult to handle.

Lu Yuan looked at Xiao Kui, then towards Huang Xiong. This person was Li Fan’s friend. Perhaps Li Fan wasn’t convenient to act, should she step in?

With this thought, Lu Yuan wanted to step out.

But at that moment, exclamations sounded from among the crowd.

"Who is that?"

Someone opened his mouth to speak, and Lu Yuan looked in the direction, seeing a figure in black robes walking out from the crowd.

Lu Yuan naturally saw him as well, the figure clad in black robes, wearing a silver mask, exuding a cold and mysterious aura.

"Brother Ji." Duan Feng and the others saw Li Fan walk out and whispered, "Be careful."

However, having seen Li Fan’s actions before, he should be very strong, perhaps able to defeat the Peng Demon.

"It’s him."

Ji Xue’s heart skipped a beat as she saw Li Fan’s figure. It was he who saved her in Yun Meng Swamp, killing the Crocodile Demon.

He could kill a Fourth Realm demon, his strength undoubtedly strong.

"Yang Qingshan, is it you?" Ji Xue’s heart raced.

Previously, she asked Li Fan in the academy, but he did not confirm.

Thus, she only speculated, unable to ascertain if he was Yang Qingshan.

"Hmm?"

The Peacock Demon King also noticed Li Fan’s form. Another one sent to die?

Li Fan accelerated his pace, moving faster towards the battlefield.

Li Fan’s speed increased, a wind whistling by, following his path.

At this time, the attacking Peng Demon also noticed someone approaching. It glanced towards Li Fan, its sharp eyes tinged with icy killing intent, not caring if there were more to kill.

Li Fan drew his sword as he ran, a cold light blossomed, brimming with grim killing intent.

He initially didn’t want to intervene, but Huang Xiong, this big guy, was somewhat stubborn, determined to fight to the death.

Huang Xiong looked at Li Fan, hearing him say quietly, "Go kill that Jiao demon."

The Jiao demon remained at the back of the battlefield, unwilling to leave, seemingly wanting to witness Huang Xiong’s death.

Huang Xiong recognized Li Fan’s voice and responded, "Alright."

With that, he turned and rushed towards the Jiao demon.

The Jiao Long saw Huang Xiong charging and dragged its wounded body towards the demon army, continuing its escape.

The Peng Demon glanced that way, wings flapping, chasing after Huang Xiong.

"Buzz."

Li Fan’s body soared into the air, moving with Qingfeng, the Peng Demon suddenly sensed a fierce killing intent locking onto it.

"This human is strong." The Peng Demon instantly sensed the crisis.

It turned, watching the incoming figure, thunderlight flashing, wings flapping, sending thunderbolts towards Li Fan.

But almost at the same instant, Li Fan’s body also bathed in thunderlight, rolling thunders hacking down.

The Peng Demon vigorously flapped its wings, rising into the sky, trying to gain aerial advantage.

Behind Li Fan, light shone bright, golden wings appeared, a wind accompanied, slicing through the air, rushing skyward, aiming to kill him in the air.

The Peng Demon saw this and, with sharp eyes, anger flashed. This human was outrageously arrogant.

It moved with flapping wings, thunderlight flowing over its wings, moving swiftly, aiming to kill Li Fan, as fast as a streak of light.

Li Fan also charged towards it, both moving at lightning speed.

The Peng Demon’s sword slashed out, resembling thunder streaking the sky.

Li Fan swung his sword as well, wind and thunder concealed within, a single slash.

Two lights streaked across the sky, both the epitome of swift swords.

"Pfft..." Amid the crisscrossing lights, the crowd looked up at the sky to see blood splatter out, a deep blood mark appeared on the Peng Demon’s neck, blood dripping down continuously.

One slash, instant kill.

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