Singing with a Sword

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A burst of fist energy suddenly shot out from directly below Li Sishui! Li Sishui was already descending and was hit hard! With dozens of cracking sounds, almost every part of Li Sishui's body was broken. His body flew backward into the air like a kite with a broken string. After floating for a while, he crashed to the ground.

Li Sishui's eyes widened. This Indian guy had actually used Senior Sister Yun's Plum Blossom Hermitage Seal! This was something he never expected! He was even more surprised that this guy could actually kill him!

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Li Sishui coughed up mouthfuls of blood, looking at A-San with resentment. Yi Ranxiao smiled slightly and said, "Elder Li, I'm sorry! I accidentally killed you."

"I accidentally killed you?" That's infuriating! Li Sishui wanted nothing more than to rush over and strangle Yi Ranxiao, but he no longer had the ability. His life force gradually faded away, and Li Sishui closed his eyes unwillingly, never to open them again.

Yi Ranxiao also plopped down on the ground. He thought to himself, although he had only unleashed two attacks, those two attacks had almost exhausted his Yuan energy. However, being able to kill Li Sishui was worth it! But Yi Ranxiao had no time to feel happy. He immediately shouted loudly, "Big brother, did you see that? My strength is lower than this person's, but I was still able to kill him. This is enough to prove my ability! Am I not qualified to be your brother?"

He was now somewhat desperate, shouting out any plausible reason he could think of. But the old man didn't respond. Yi Ranxiao immediately concocted another reason in his mind and was about to shout it out when he heard hurried footsteps coming from the woods. Judging from the footsteps, there was more than one person—at least five or six!

Could the old man possess the ability to create clones, splitting himself into several clones? Yi Ranxiao pondered this, when she saw several figures rushing towards her from the woods; upon closer inspection, they turned out to be eight young people. Their gazes flashed across Yi Ranxiao's face before settling fixedly on Li Sishui's corpse on the ground.

"Elder Li!" the leader cried out in anguish, rushing to the body and shaking Li Sishui's corpse with tears streaming down his face. The seven people behind him also surrounded the body, looking at the now-dead Li Sishui with surprise and sorrow.

"Oh no!" Yi Ranxiao exclaimed inwardly. These people were disciples of the Wind Control Sect!

It turned out that after the sixteen outstanding disciples brought by Li Sishui successfully subdued Aunt Yun, eight of them came to look for Elder Li because he had not returned for a long time and they were worried about his safety.

These people had to come at this exact moment! Yi Ranxiao's Yuan Power was almost completely exhausted; how could she possibly fight them again? The Great Rejuvenation Pill could only heal her injuries, not restore her Yuan Power.

What a cruel twist of fate! The system didn't eliminate him; instead, these bastards killed him.

"Ah San, you actually killed Elder Li!" The eight disciples glared at Yi Ranxiao with grief and indignation. "Today we will avenge the elder!"

Swish! Swish! Swish! ...

The sound of eight swords being drawn echoed through the forest like the horns of death. A gust of cold wind swept through, making the entire forest bitterly cold.

Yi Ranxiao looked at the longswords in the hands of the eight men, and as always, he showed no fear whatsoever; as before, he still faced life and death with a smile, laughed loudly several times, and said to the eight men, "Revenge? You want revenge? Then we'll see if you have the ability!"

The eight people were shocked. Could it be that this guy still had a trick up his sleeve?

The leader, a knowledgeable disciple, immediately reassured the group, saying, "Don't worry, everyone. This Indian is just putting on a show of composure and bluffing. What tricks could he possibly have up his sleeve? Don't be afraid, follow me!"

Yi Ranxiao supported himself with his left hand on the ground, while his right hand secretly condensed four Plum Blossom Hermitage Seals! These four Plum Blossom Hermitage Seals were beyond his limit! But in order to survive, he had no choice but to take a desperate gamble!

call out!call out!call out!call out!

The four Plum Blossom Hermitage Seals shot towards the eight people. However, the leader was quick-witted and nimble-fingered; with a flick of his longsword, he directly vanished the four phantom figures into nothingness!

"Heh heh, Ah San, how come you only have so little Yuan energy left?" The man chuckled contemptuously. Only then did everyone truly feel relieved! Ah San had indeed reached the point of utter exhaustion!

"Everyone, charge! Slash him to death! Avenge the elders and the young sect leader!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Shouts rang out as the eight men charged toward Yi Ranxiao.

"Damn it, who dares to kill my brother?" Suddenly, a figure flashed before the eight men's eyes, and an old man with gray hair appeared out of nowhere, glaring at them with a puff of his beard and a glare.

Upon seeing this person arrive, Yi Ranxiao felt greatly relieved!

"Who are you?" the leading disciple asked cautiously. This guy's speed was beyond imagination! It was clear that his strength was extraordinary!

"Haha, who I am is not important, what's important is that I'm here to save him!" As he spoke, he pointed to Yi Ranxiao behind him.

The old man hadn't gone far; he was nearby. When he saw Yi Ranxiao surrounded by eight people and about to be killed, he didn't rush to her rescue immediately, but patiently watched. Yi Ranxiao's carefree attitude towards life and death pleased him greatly. This showed that the guy's personality was truly identical to his own!

Unrestrained, optimistic, and somewhat lecherous! So, he decided to become sworn brothers with Yi Ranxiao! And how could he stand by and watch his brother suffer?

The eight disciples' faces immediately turned ugly. The leader said, "Old man, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business! We are disciples of the Wind Control Sect. You've heard of the Wind Control Sect, haven't you?"

The old man clutched his chest with both hands, feigning fear, and said, "Wind Control Sect? Wow, I'm so scared! How can I possibly afford to offend such a powerful sect?"

Among the eight, one naive disciple genuinely believed the old man was afraid and immediately puffed out his chest, saying, "Hmph, since you've heard of our Wind Control Sect, why don't you step back!" The old man suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, mocking, "Damn it, so the disciples of the Wind Control Sect are this stupid! You really think I'm afraid of you? Haha! You're killing me with laughter!"

The man's face flushed red, and he was about to attack with his long sword in hand. The leader immediately shouted, "Eighth Junior Brother, do not be impulsive!" Then he shouted again, "Set up the Small Wind Sword Formation!" Upon hearing this, the eight men immediately shifted their positions and surrounded the old man in a flash.

"Heh heh, old man, since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame us for being merciless with our swords!"

The old man waved his hand dismissively, "That Luo Rong fellow is dull-witted, what kind of exquisite sword formation could he create?" As soon as he finished speaking, the longswords of the eight angry disciples were already moving!

Instantly, all eight longswords erupted with crimson sword light, beams shooting forth from each sword in a peculiar pattern, hurtling towards the old man in the center. For a moment, it was as if a whirlwind had swept through the area, violently engulfing the old man.

"Be careful!" Yi Ranxiao shouted. This so-called "Little Wind Sword Formation" is the most powerful combined attack formation in the Wind Control Sect. It is extremely powerful and its attacks are very accurate!

But the old man remained unfazed, his face still bearing a nonchalant expression. Seeing the crimson sword beams hurtling towards him, he took steps, shifting left and right with incredible speed and agility, his movements fluid and unpredictable. Not a single crimson sword beam touched him!

"what?"

"How is this possible?!" The eight disciples were horrified. Even if the sect leader himself faced this Minor Wind Sword Formation, he couldn't be as calm and composed as this old man!

Yi Ranxiao was thrilled. This old man was indeed unassuming in appearance, but he was a hidden master! Especially his movement and footwork, which were truly astonishing! If he could learn them, even a hundred Luo Rongs with superhuman speed and wings wouldn't be able to catch him!

"Haha, kids, your sword beams are really useless! Half a day has passed, and you still haven't been able to scratch my itch!" The old man laughed triumphantly. "It seems that Luo Rong is indeed dull-witted and can't create any good sword formations."

The eight disciples' faces turned ashen. Their leader immediately roared, "Don't be afraid, everyone! We'll fight to the death!" With that, he bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood that landed on his longsword! Forging a sword with blood was the most common method in the world of sword cultivators! But it was also the most powerful!

The longsword, having absorbed the essence of the blood, let out a long, excited cry, unleashing an even more intense crimson sword light as it thrust towards the old man! The other seven disciples followed suit, spitting out blood to activate their own longswords, which they too then thrust towards the old man.

This time, the power of the opponent's sword light almost exploded! But the old man remained unconcerned, casually saying, "You little brats, if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really dare to be so arrogant!"

With a flick of his wrist, a cyan longsword appeared in the old man's hand! As soon as the sword appeared, it flashed with cyan light, and a fierce wave of Yuan energy emanated from the blade!

hum~ hum~ hum~

Eight people, eight swords—all were sent flying! They crashed heavily to the ground!

The old man laughed heartily and said, "Haha, you brats from the Wind Control Sect, with your strength, you dare to venture out into the world? You'd better hurry home!"

The eight disciples fell to the ground, severely injured, but still had the strength to get up. The senior brother in the lead still looked at the old man defiantly and said fiercely, "Hmph, senior, if you have the guts, leave your name. Another day, the sect leader of my Fengyu Sect will definitely pay you a visit!"

The old man moved swiftly, appearing in front of the man in the blink of an eye. He grabbed the man's collar, tossed him aside, and the man flew through the air again. "Damn it, you're lucky I didn't kill you! And you dare threaten me! Damn it!"

The man cursed in the air, but the curses faded into the distance until they disappeared into the wind. The old man glanced at the remaining seven people. They trembled, chilled to the bone, and shook violently.

"Get out of here right now!" The voice wasn't loud, but to the seven people, it was like a thunderclap from a clear sky! The seven people immediately fled as fast as they could.