95: Chapter 95 Fighting Beyond One's Level

By the fortieth move, he finally revealed an opening!

A sharp glint flashed in Li Changsheng's eyes!

He thrust his sword out!

Pfft!

The sword tip pierced into Zhao Yan's right shoulder!

Zhao Yan let out a miserable scream, and the sword in his hand flew out of his grasp!

He staggered backward, crashing into a rock, his face full of horror!

"You!!!"

Li Changsheng raised his sword and walked towards him step by step.

"Zhao Yan,"

he said calmly.

"You have lost."

Zhao Yan widened his eyes, his lips trembling, unable to speak.

Just at this moment.

A dark shadow walked out from the crowd.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in black, with an ordinary appearance, but an extremely profound Aura.

His cultivation was shockingly at Qi Refining Level 8.

A true expert of the Blood Fiend Sect.

He had been hiding in the crowd all along, not making a move.

At this moment, he finally stepped out.

"Interesting."

He looked at Li Changsheng, a cold, sinister smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"A brat at Qi Refining Level 4 can kill six of my subordinates and even defeat a piece of trash at Qi Refining Level 7?"

"Not only are you hiding your cultivation, but there must be a great secret on you."

He slowly drew a pitch-black long saber, its blade engraved with eerie blood-colored runes.

"Let me see what your secret is."

He took a step forward, his Aura like a mountain!

The real battle had only just begun.

Li Changsheng gripped his sword hilt tightly, staring at the middle-aged man.

Behind him, Li Changqing, Shi Tiezhu, and Li Xiaocao also gripped their weapons, preparing to welcome the most difficult battle.

In the night wind, the killing intent was chilling.

The middle-aged man took a step forward, his Aura like a mountain.

Qi Refining Level 8.

Li Changsheng's pupils contracted slightly.

This was the first time he had directly faced an opponent three ranks higher than himself.

Moreover, the opponent was an elite of the Blood Fiend Sect, with rich combat experience and sinister, ruthless methods; he was by no means comparable to an embroidered pillow like Zhao Yan, who was built up by Medicinal Pills.

"Brother Changsheng!"

Li Changqing raised her sword, about to rush up.

"Don't come over."

Li Changsheng raised his hand to stop her.

"Protect Xiao Cao and Tiezhu well. I will deal with this person."

Li Changqing looked at him, gritted her teeth, and ultimately did not step forward.

She turned around to protect Shi Tiezhu and Li Xiaocao, vigilantly staring at the remaining few men in black.

The middle-aged man laughed, his smile cold and sinister.

"A bit interesting. Even at death's door, you're still thinking about protecting others."

He slowly raised the black saber in his hand, and the blood-colored runes on the blade began to glow.

"However, can you protect them?"

Before his voice had faded, he moved!

Fast!

So fast it was almost impossible to see!

Li Changsheng only felt his vision blur, and a black blade light had already slashed in front of him.

He dodged with all his might, the blade light grazing his cheek, cutting off a few strands of hair!

The sharp Saber Qi left a bloodstain on his face!

So fast!

Li Changsheng felt a chill in his heart, his feet did not stop, he fully activated the Gale Talisman, and his figure retreated explosively!

The middle-aged man followed like a shadow, and the second strike followed immediately!

Clang!

Li Changsheng blocked horizontally with his sword; at the moment the sword and saber clashed, a tremendous force came from the sword, shaking his hand until it went numb!

His whole body was slashed and sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a rock!

"Brother Changsheng!"

Li Xiaocao screamed.

Li Changsheng slid down from the rock, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

He looked down and saw that there was actually a deep notch slashed into the green steel sword in his hand!

This sword was a fine weapon that had cost one hundred and thirty Spirit Stones, yet it was damaged with just one slash?

"Good saber."

He stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The middle-aged man sneered.

"Of course it's good. This is a Blood Fiend Saber refined with the vital blood of thirty-seven Qi Refining Cultivators; it is enough to kill you."

He slashed over with another strike!

Li Changsheng no longer took it head-on, his figure dodging like a nimble ape, while simultaneously taking out a Thunderstrike Talisman from his bosom and throwing it at the middle-aged man!

Boom! Crack!

Golden lightning shot out!

The middle-aged man did not dodge or avoid it, but swung his black saber, actually slashing the bolt of lightning apart!

"Talisman?" He sneered.

"Is this kind of low-grade thing useful against me?"

The blade light rose again!

Li Changsheng fought while retreating, unfolding his sword techniques, the Gale Style, Flowing Cloud Style, and Falling Thunder Style of the Qinglan Sword Art were all displayed one by one, coordinating with his nimble ape movement technique, weaving through the blade light.

But in every clash, he was at a disadvantage.

The gap in cultivation was too large.

Qi Refining Level 6 against Qi Refining Level 8, one in the Middle Stage of Qi Refining, one in the Late Stage of Qi Refining.

It was not just the total amount of spiritual power that was different, but a qualitative gap.

Every strike from the middle-aged man carried the cold, sinister Evil Qi unique to the Blood Fiend Sect; that Evil Qi would erode his Meridians and affect his mind, forcing Li Changsheng to divert a portion of his spiritual power to resist it.

Ten moves, twenty moves, thirty moves.

There were already three wounds on Li Changsheng's body.

His left shoulder had been grazed by the blade, deep enough to see bone; his back had been struck by Saber Qi, tearing his skin and flesh; the heaviest strike was on his right rib, if he hadn't dodged in time, he would have been gutted.

Fresh blood stained his clothes red.

But he was still standing.

"Brother Changsheng!"

Li Changqing watched, her eyes splitting with rage, wanting to rush up to help, but she was blocked by two men in black.

Shi Tiezhu waved his iron rod, desperately blocking another man in black, adding a few wounds to his own body as well.

Even Li Xiaocao picked up a rock and threw it at a man in black who was trying to approach, only to be slapped to the ground by that person, her face covered in blood.

"Xiao Cao!"

Li Changqing screamed, forced her opponent back with a sword strike, and wanted to go save her, but was entangled by two others.

Seeing this scene, Li Changsheng's heart burned with raging fury.

But he did not panic.

He knew that the more critical the moment, the calmer one must be.

While dodging the middle-aged man's attacks, he observed the opponent's saber technique.

The Blood Fiend Sect's saber technique was ruthless and sharp, but it had one characteristic.

After every strike, there was a need for a short pause.

That pause was extremely short, only for an instant, but if he could seize that instant...

He silently calculated in his heart.

By the fiftieth move, he finally seized an opportunity!

The middle-aged man slashed at empty air, and Li Changsheng did not retreat but advanced, thrusting his sword toward his chest!

The middle-aged man sneered, seemingly having expected this, and with a turn of his black saber, he actually swung it out again during the gap of the pause!

Clang!

Sword and saber clashed, and the green steel sword in Li Changsheng's hand finally could not withstand it, shattering with a boom!

Half of the sword blade flew into mid-air, then fell and stuck into the ground.

In Li Changsheng's hand, only half a broken sword remained.

The middle-aged man laughed.

"Your sword is broken, what will you use to fight?"

Li Changsheng did not answer.

He just slowly discarded the broken sword in his hand and took a deep breath.

Then, he moved.

Not retreating, but advancing!

He stepped forward, closing in on the middle-aged man, and threw a punch!

The middle-aged man was stunned, then sneered.

"Fists?"

He slashed down with his saber!

Just at this moment, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from Li Changsheng's fist!

That light was not spiritual power, not a Talisman, but a kind of...

Vitality.

Vigorous, thriving, vitality just like Withered Wood Meets Spring!

Green Wood Fist, 13th Form — Withered Wood Meets Spring!

This punch was to find life in the midst of death!

The middle-aged man's saber slashed into Li Changsheng's body, from his left shoulder to his right rib, carving out a terrifying wound! Fresh blood sprayed wildly!

But Li Changsheng's fist also slammed into his chest!

Bang!

A muffled sound!

The middle-aged man widened his eyes, looking down at his own chest.

There, it had collapsed inward, the bones were completely shattered, and his heart had been pulverized by that punch!

He opened his mouth wanting to say something, but only sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood, and collapsed limply to the ground.

The Qi Refining Level 8 Blood Fiend Sect expert, dead.

Li Changsheng stood on the spot, covered in blood, swaying and on the verge of collapsing.

From his left shoulder to his right rib, that terrifying wound was still bleeding, and one could even see the white, ghastly ribs inside.

But he was still standing.

He had won.

"Brother Changsheng—!"

Li Xiaocao screamed as she ran over, hugging his leg, and burst into tears.

Li Changsheng looked down at her, wanting to say something, but only spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and knelt on one knee.

Li Changqing forced her opponent back with a sword, rushed to his side, and supported him.

"Changsheng! Changsheng, how are you?!"

Li Changsheng shook his head, took out the last healing Medicinal Pill from his bosom, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The Medicinal Pill entered his stomach, turning into a warm current, temporarily stopping the bleeding from his wounds.