Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 355 - 214 The Sword of Killing Strikes the King_2

“How exactly is Ji Dang maneuvering his troops that he could catch up to me?”

Xuan Mang spurred his horse forward, “Lord Wen, what should we do?”

Chen Qing clamped his legs around the Green Bull, “Charge through, head straight for the Naihe Bridge, ignore them.”

“In the Death Realm, no one can catch up to us.”

“Do not tangle with them, just charge through!”

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“Lu Shen and the rest, follow me in the lead!”

“This battle, we do not seek to kill the enemy, but to pass through quickly.”

At this moment, he is only in the early stages of the Ghost Face Realm, only a fool would clash directly with the enemy.

Xuan Mang said, “If so, why not detour?”

Chen Qing touched his chin, “That’s also fine, not impossible, but their formation really makes it hard to not rush them.”

Just then, Chen Qing suddenly heard an old and long cry, “I have a sword to offer to Prince Wen!”

This old voice, as if coming from the abyss, hollow and lonely,

Chen Qing immediately felt the butterflies in his heart slow down by half a beat, as if something had locked onto him.

His gaze penetrated the curtain of rain, looking towards the enemy’s formation, “Is there really someone whose presence alone can withstand a thousand troops?”

“No wonder they dare to block my path.”

“Take a detour, give him some respect!”

“Let’s go!”

Chen Qing immediately rode the Green Bull on a detour, completely ignoring the opposition.

Zhou Li stood by the ferry port, watching Chen Qing lead the army to detour, and couldn’t help but say, “He really is a cautious leader.”

“Eight hundred Dragon Cavalry facing twelve hundred people, yet they held back from attacking.”

He turned his gaze to the side, only to find that Daoist Shasheng had not stopped welcoming the prince, but was continuing.

The long, mysterious chant still ongoing, “For two hundred autumns in cultivation, never have I drawn my sword to take a life!”

Chen Qing, hearing this cry, almost could not resist turning his head back.

The butterfly in his heart was flapping its wings faster and faster, as if it had already been locked onto by a killing intent.

“Dammit!”

“Full army charge, leave this place quickly!”

He already had a premonition that Daoist Shasheng absolutely still had a trump card!

This pervasive killing intent, ambush from all directions, made him very uncomfortable.

Zhou Li also felt the change in the air, the whole person felt like there were thorns on his back.

He quickly turned and rushed towards Daoist Shasheng’s sword-raising spot, only to see Daoist Shasheng sitting cross-legged on a dead tree at the ferry port.

Above Daoist Shasheng’s head, streaks of blue smoke were rising.

The surrounding killing intent was almost condensing into substance, Zhou Li felt as if pins were stabbing into his skin.

“Is this… the Seven Heavenly Cutting Swords?”

He twisted his head to look in Chen Qing’s direction, Chen Qing had already ridden the bull more than ten miles away.

“Such a long distance, still able to kill in one strike?”

Daoist Shasheng’s entire demeanor was flushed red, appearing completely different from his aged frailty.

His mouth slowly recited, “Today, I hold the sword to present to you…”

Chen Qing, even ten miles away, heard this cry clearly. He stopped, turned his head to look towards the distant White Bone Crossing, and yelled, “Get out of the way, quickly move out of my way!~”

He had a very clear feeling, “The opponent’s sword might have reached the Grandmaster Realm!”

A large number of Dragon Cavalry hastily moved aside, they too felt the strong oppressive force.

They turned their heads to look around, a piece of reef was suddenly cleanly cut off, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

The flag of the Dragon Cavalry, suddenly cut through as if by magic, slowly fell to the ground.

Chen Qing’s eyes tightly fixed on Daoist Shasheng, his eyes bursting with a trace of killing intent.

Daoist Shasheng was sitting cross-legged on a withered tree, shouting loudly, “When will Dragon Elephant return to the wild geese?”

It was as if everything around them was solidifying, everything was starting to slow down.

Chen Qing opened his hand, Dragon Sparrow in hand, Scythe Weasel dancing, circling around Chen Qing’s arms.

Qing Shan stepped forward and drew a circle, Cutting the Path to See Me!

Sword against sword, the momentum of the swords clashed at this moment.

Daoist Shasheng laughed wildly, he bent down, striking his forehead on the Slaughter Image with a bizarre posture.

“I knock on Prince Wen with my blood!”

“Today, I offer my sword to Prince Wen!”

Humming!

The sword cried out long, that sword was so fast it was unbelievable, in just an instant, it pierced through three bodies of the Dragon Cavalry, bringing up a spray of blood.

Unavoidable, the killing intent that has been dormant for two hundred years had completely locked onto him.

A slit was carved through the curtain of rain.

The torrential torrents flowed towards the sides like a severed stream.

Chen Qing swung his sword to strike, Thousand Waves Sword Locking Cold River!

Bang!

That transformed blood sword of Slaughter Image broke through the sword momentum formed by Qing Shan and then pierced through Chen Qing’s Dragon Sparrow Sword again, splitting the Dragon Sparrow Sword into two!

Chen Qing looked down, a bloody hole had appeared in his chest.

Blood flew like catkins, Chen Qing felt an immense pain in his chest, darkness veiled his sight as he fell from Green Bull, crashing into the muddy rain.

Yet ten miles outside the rain curtain, Daoist Shasheng also seemed to totter, falling from the withered tree into the mud.

Only the Slaughter Image, carrying fresh blood, flew from afar, embedding itself in front of him.

Drop by drop, dark golden blood slid down, seemingly recounting its battle achievements.

All killing intent dissipated at this moment, because Slaughter Image had completed its mission.

Zhou Li hurriedly stepped forward, supporting the completely enfeebled Daoist Shasheng, “Daoist brother, how are you?”

Daoist Shasheng said, “That Qingxu, having taken this sword wielded with two hundred years of my cultivation, probably has no means to revive.”

Zhou Li rejoiced, “Daoist brother, you have truly achieved a great feat!”

“Rest now, Daoist brother, with Qingxu slain, the Dragon Cavalry will surely be in chaos; I will lead our forces to annihilate them!”

Zhou Li’s long knife was unsheathed, and he was about to shout, but he heard a cracking sound behind him.

He turned his head towards the direction of the sound, only to see a crack appearing in the Slaughter Image.

Daoist Shasheng looked at his own long sword in shock, Chen Qing’s roar ringing in his ears again.

“Old thief!”

Chen Qing fell from his horse, startling Wei Qingchen, Xuan Mang, and Lu Shenglong who all quickly dismounted and hurried over, surrounding Chen Qing.

They helped Chen Qing up, but saw the blood mingling on the ground and with the rain, converging into a stream flowing towards Chen Qing’s wounded body.

Gradually, it re-entered Chen Qing’s body, and the wound on Chen Qing’s chest also began to heal.

Even so, Chen Qing’s complexion remained pale.

Chen Qing checked his Dragon Sparrow Sword, which, having sustained damage this time, lost twenty years of Life Span!

Chen Qing once again summoned out the Dragon Sparrow Sword, yet it lacked a hint of its former spirit.

Chen Qing swung his sword, “All armies follow my command, charge into the enemy ranks, spare no one!”

Chen Qing forcefully shoved away Xuan Mang and Wei Qingchen who were supporting him, “What are you stunned for, mount up, follow me to battle!”

Chen Qing leaped onto the back of Green Bull, charging towards the enemy lines, the Dragon Cavalry followed suit.

He was indeed severely injured, but he must not show it; once he did, Ji Dang would chase him down even more ruthlessly.

Moreover, once it showed, the morale of the Dragon Cavalry would also waver.

Therefore, he must lead another charge with his sword before he passed out from his injuries, to show everyone that he was unharmed.

In pursuing the throne, who isn’t risking their life?

In the continuous drizzling rain, the sound of horse hooves thundered like rolling thunder.