Astral Apostle-Chapter 464: Night Rain; Submission (1)

The three-foot-long blade was cold when unsheathed, and the night rain in the martial world was suddenly filled with a biting killing intent.

The blade tore through the air, whistling shrilly. Screams came from the dilapidated temple, startling the horses outside the temple.

The flickering flames projected their figures onto the wall as those inside fought fiercely.

Among them, the figure holding the two swords was like a ghost, shuttling through the shadows. The blades cut open the necks one by one, and wherever they passed, people fell to the ground.

In the end, only two figures were left. The others had all fallen, and the temple was filled with blood that dyed the Buddha statue red.

"Who are you?"

Shen Sanqiu held his sword in his hand and stared at Duan Yunfeng in shock.

This person's skills were unpredictable. Even under his interference, he still quickly killed a team of soldiers.

Although it was because he had yet to recover from his injuries, this person's martial arts was also rarely seen in his life… If not for the fact that he had just seen Chen Feng's inhuman strength not long ago, this person was probably the most powerful expert he had ever seen.

Could it be that this person was really the assassin who wanted to kill the Emperor?!

Shen Sanqiu's heart skipped a beat, fear and excitement surfacing at the same time.

This time, he did not manage to kill Chen Feng and suffered a huge loss. If he could capture the assassin, it would also be a great merit and even greater benefits!

It could be said that there was a silver lining in the dark. If not for the fact that he had lost to Chen Feng's godly spear techniques and happened to stay in the dilapidated temple when he escaped, he would not have been so lucky to encounter this assassin.

It was a blessing in disguise!

This series of thoughts happened in a flash. Shen Sanqiu had already made a decision. Even if he was injured, he had to seize the opportunity to take down this person.

Fortunately, he still had the Force Promotion Pill to rely on!

On the other side, Duan Yunfeng had quickly killed the team of soldiers. He had consumed a lot of internal force, and his chest heaved slightly.

He had already sensed that Shen Sanqiu's martial arts were not bad, but he did not say anything else. He quickly adjusted his breathing. With a cold expression, he charged forward with his two swords, not planning to leave anyone alive.

"What a great criminal!"

Shen Sanqiu circulated his weightless technique and retreated quickly. He took the opportunity to reach into his pocket and take out the Force Promotion Pill. He threw it into his mouth and swallowed it, circulating his internal force to dissolve the medicinal power.

After doing this, Shen Sanqiu made up his mind before turning around to face the enemy. His footwork was agile, and the longsword in his hand danced in a clear light. The Wu Mountain Sect's Cloud, Rainstorm, and Fog River Sword Techniques were wantonly displayed.

Shen Sanqiu's swords were agile, dense, and flexible. His moves were complicated, and he took on a defensive stance. It was obvious that he had practiced meticulous martial arts over the years. On the other hand, Duan Yunfeng's two swords were ruthless and fast, strange and tricky. Every time he attacked, he would definitely hit a vital point. They were all killing moves that took lives. They were not fancy at all, and in terms of lethality, they were higher.

Both of them used swords, but their methods were completely different. As soon as they fought, they exchanged 20 to 30 moves immediately.

Shen Sanqiu felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen, and waves of internal force filled his entire body. He knew that the Force Promotion Pill was gradually taking effect, and he was secretly delighted. He kept activating his internal force and gradually turned from defense to offense. His sword moved faster and faster, dazzling the eyes.

Duan Yunfeng frowned slightly. He had already sensed the change in the other party's cultivation, but he was focused and unmoved.

After a few more moves, Duan Yunfeng suddenly pushed Shen Sanqiu's sword away. He turned around as if he wanted to escape and deliberately revealed a flaw.

"Don't you dare leave!"

Shen Sanqiu quickly caught up and stabbed his opponent in the back.

However, Duan Yunfeng was already prepared. He stepped aside and dodged. His two swords were like snake spirits as they stabbed out from a strange angle.

"Hmph, you're dreaming!" Shen Sanqiu was also experienced and had long seen through this intention. He shook his sword and changed his position to slash at Duan Yunfeng's wrist, wanting to force him to retreat.

However, at this moment, Shen Sanqiu's expression suddenly changed drastically. He felt that his rapidly circulating internal force had become a wild horse that had escaped its reins. It escaped his control and suddenly ran amok in his meridians.

This unexpected change directly caused him to lose control of his strength. His body instantly went limp, and his sword momentum deviated.

In a battle where there was no room for error, this mistake was fatal!

"Oh no!"

Shen Sanqiu turned pale.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Duan Yunfeng's two swords had already crossed and cut.

Swoosh!

Blood splattered as the severed palm holding the sword flew into the sky.

Duan Yunfeng's expression did not change. His movements did not stop as he walked past Shen Sanqiu.

Two cold lights flashed in Shen Sanqiu's vision.

Splat!

Fresh blood spurted out.

A large head with a frozen expression fell to the ground.

Behind Duan Yunfeng, a headless corpse with a severed hand swayed a few times before falling to the ground, as dead as it could be.

The dilapidated temple returned to silence, leaving only the crackling of firewood.

Duan Yunfeng shook off the blood on his sword and sheathed it. He frowned at Shen Sanqiu's corpse in confusion.

"This person's martial arts isn't bad. Why did he suddenly throw his life away?"

He could not figure it out, so he simply did not think about it. He squatted down and searched the corpse. His technique was not very proficient, so it was obvious that he did not kill people often.

Not long after, he found some silver pieces. He also found a few bottles of pills and a secret manual, the Drifting Clouds, Misty Rain Technique.

Duan Yunfeng casually flipped through a few pages before putting them away.

He had his own martial arts ultimate technique and did not care much about this secret manual.

"I'm going to look for Chen Feng this time, so I'll offer this merit as a gift… At the same time, I'll see if this Chen Feng is any different from the rumors."

Duan Yunfeng's eyes flashed.

He did not dare to stay long. He hurriedly dug a pit and threw all the corpses on the ground into it. Then, he brought two horses and left in a hurry.

In the dilapidated temple, only dried blood and sword marks were left on the ground as witnesses to the life and death battle just now.