Ling Blooddust, who was flying, only felt a sinking feeling on his body, as if an infinite force was pouring down on him.
Aghast, he did not want to take any risks, so he immediately shouted, “Kong Hanging Sky, you might as well make a move!”
What followed the voice was a pitch-black sword light.
The blade did not have the slightest bit of momentum, but it gave a strong sense of menace. Qing Yu paused to gather his Qi and looked towards the wandering youth who had appeared without a sound.
Kong hung in the air with an appearance of about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, with light stubble and a hangdog look that exuded an air of immodesty.
He was indeed an old scoundrel, a Sh*t-stirrer that everyone in the jianghu had heard about by word of mouth, and a very strong one at that. This kind of old scoundrel had been in the jianghu for decades and had not died, but had made a name for himself as the ‘Huan Yu Blade King’, so naturally he was not an easy person to deal with.
However, what Qing Yu valued was not Kong Hangkong’s strength, but his identity.
When the previous Zhou Emperor had held the Nirvana Festival, the person sent by the Shadow King to help Qing Yu was none other than Kong Hangkong. And now, Kong Hangkong had appeared here ——
“Is this the Shadow King’s intention to rip the skin off the poor dao?”
Qing Yu’s voice was as low as it had ever been. Despite having been somewhat distant from the Shadow King earlier, the two sides remained tacitly calm.
The Shadow King was aspiring to be the Qian Emperor, so naturally the more friends he had, the better. The strength of Qing Yu was now such that he was already qualified to threaten the Shadow King, so he did not want to make an enemy of Qing Yu if he did not have to.
There were already a number of strong enemies at the court of the Great Qian, and if there was another one from the Northern Zhou, the situation would be extremely difficult for the Shadow King.
But now, it seemed as if the Shadow Tower side had revealed its hostility first.
“First it was Tal Wuyan, and then it was you Kong Hangkong, it seems that it is time for the poor Taoist’s Shadow King’s relationship to change.”
The mountainous and heavy aura pressed down as if a huge mountain was pressing down on their shoulders, Kong Hangkong and Ling Blooddust both felt their breath choked and their bodies sank for a moment.
If a Tong Shen realm powerhouse like them could feel the pressure, the power of this move would be unimaginable.
In fact, this was also true, as the Mountain Ruins Ghosts and Gods Scare in the Heavenly Scare was the most powerful move that Qing Yu had mastered, and the one that he was most familiar with.
The Dragon Veins of Northern Zhou were under the control of Feng Jiuyu, and during this period of time, Qing Yu had used Feng Jiuyu to use the Heavenly Son Martial Arts to manipulate the Dragon Veins and the Earthly Qi, so he had a deep control over the power of the mountains and rivers.
Now that the power of the mountains and rivers had been invoked, it was also accompanied by the power of the earth’s veins, which could be said to be extremely strong.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Kong danced around, “Niu Nose, listen to my explanation, I just owe that man a favour and came over to touch the fish, don’t think it was the Shadow King’s will.”
“And in the end, old Kong I just owe the Shadow King a favor that is hard to repay, don’t think of old Kong as the Shadow King’s henchman ah ——”
In front of Qing Yu, a mountain range shadow appeared, and looking at its form, it was the shape of the mountain range in this large mountainous area below. He was still using his energy, not giving up because of Kong’s explanation, and, was already about to make a move.
“D*mn it, I’ve lost money this time ——”
Kong Hangkong cursed and drew out the snow-white crystal hilt sword in his hand.
The sword is the Shattering Huan Blade, which has an unparalleled sharpness that cuts through space, and is a perfect match for Kong Hangkong’s merit body.
It could be said that the Shattering Huan Blade was definitely responsible for Kong Hangkong’s name as the ‘Huan Yu Blade Sovereign’.
The Shattered Huan Blade was pulled out, and the only light on the black and heavy blade was an arc of light at the edge. That was not the bright light of the blade, but the sharpness of the blade reaching its extreme.
This blade, its sharpness had reached the point where it became solid and visible to the naked eye.
”The Shattered Huan Blade ——” Qing Yu also glanced at this black blade with supreme sharpness with extreme scorn.
Ever since the ‘Number One Blade in the World’ Heavenly Fraction was cut off by the Blade God back then, the Shattered Huan Blade had a vague tendency to inherit the name of the once Number One Blade in Heaven and Earth.
Although the breaking of the Heavenly Fraction has proven that the sharpness of a weapon is not necessary and that the divine weapon depends on who is holding it. But who is Nangong Broken Sword? That is the God of Swords. Before him, no one has been able to survive the sharpness of Heaven’s Points.
Qing Yu asked himself that in the future he would certainly be able to reach the level of the Blade God, or even surpa*s him, but now ——
At least the Shattered Huan Blade is still scorned by Qing Yu at the moment.
Kong Hanging was already not weak, plus a Ling Blood Du, Qing Yu did not want to try how strong his defense was.
”Make the first move.”
With the Qi of the mountains and rivers being extracted, Qing Yu’s extreme moves were running and he was about to strike at once.
“Shanxi Ghost God ——”
A pitch-black blade flashed as Kong hung in the air and cut through the aura that was suppressing him, flying away without looking back and instantly only a small figure was visible.
From afar, his voice came, “It’s not about old Kong, nor is it about the Shadow King ah —— you want trouble, go find someone from the True Martial Sect, that guy uses the martial arts of the True Martial Sect ——”
When the words were finished, Kong Hangkong’s figure had completely disappeared.
As an old scoundrel, the kung fu of escaping must definitely have to come first, otherwise the gra*s in the grave would be three feet high by now.
Seeing this, Ling Blood Du really felt the urge to vomit blood. He never thought in a thousand ways that Kong Hangkong would run away straight away, without looking back ——
Can, this is very Kong Hangkong.
Then Ling Blood Du literally spat out a mouthful of blood, and his figure turned from real to imaginary, turning into a stream of blood and disappearing before his eyes.
Infernal Blood Transport, the Blood Devil Sect’s forbidden art of escape. As a Blood Dao martial artist that everyone shouted at, the Blood Demon Sect’s means of escape would not be lower than Kong Hanging Sky.
However, when this forbidden technique was used, Ling Blood Dao was afraid that he would have to recuperate.
In the sky, Qing Yu’s hands were clasped in a circle, and there seemed to be an infinite amount of Qi energy boiling within them, but this move was somewhat unsuitable to be used.
Both guys have escaped, you tell him to let loose an empty cannon?
“It’s just —–”
With a soft sigh, the powerful true qi control slowly dispersed the gathered qi energy and the power of heaven and earth.
The remaining Qi energy that was difficult to dissipate bombarded the waves of Qi that were still surging in the air, obliterating both.
In the sky, the water qi that had previously been gathered by Water Ruoxi Toutian also turned into heavy rain and poured down, extinguishing the mountainous fires and revealing the blackened seated mountains.
”Are they from the True Martial Sect ——”
Kong Hangkong’s words echoed in his mind, and Qing Yu silently guessed who exactly the person he was talking about was.
”Is it Xuan Guang, or is it Xuan Chen?”
Xuan Chen had always been in the True Martial Sect, and by definition didn’t have much chance to cross paths with Kong Hangkong. But since he could have a friendship with the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, hiring someone from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect to attack Xuan Goblet, it was also possible that he would go out secretly and make Kong Hangkong owe him a favour.
As for Xuan Guang, this old coin would have an even better time. The B*****d is still in the Central Plains, he just doesn’t know where he’s hiding. If he had an idea, there was always time.
”Or maybe, there are others ——”
