Super Divine Daoist Skill-Chapter 211 - 210: I’m Not Dead Yet, Who Dares Talk of Escape? (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 211: Chapter 210: I’m Not Dead Yet, Who Dares Talk of Escape? (Please Subscribe)

Boom!

The violent sound of a house collapsing echoed, Wang Peng’s blade light swept across, continuously approaching. Even though Yu Gang had the assistance of two Late-Stage Inner Cultivation experts, facing Wang Peng, they could only passively take the hits and kept retreating. In a flash, they charged into a wooden house nearby.

Amidst the fierce battle, the wooden house collapsed, countless rubble fell, causing a clattering noise.

In comparison, Dong Wenwu was in an absolutely disadvantaged position.

Li Qingsong was adept with the long whip. When he swung the whip, its shadow was invisible but the cracking sound exploded first, causing one’s heart spirit to panic.

Dong Wenwu’s swordsmanship was superb, but facing the long whip, the sword’s agility and speed couldn’t be displayed at all.

Often, as soon as he heard the whip cracking in the air, the long whip had already struck his body quickly, leaving him with torn flesh and blood.

Occasionally, when he blocked the whip’s attack with his sword, the flexible whip’s end would strike his body even faster.

In just a short time, he had seven to eight whip marks on his body.

The sizzling whip marks, combined with the burning of Li Qingsong’s intense inner strength, caused him severe bleeding, and his injuries deepened continuously. He was already struggling to hold on.

"Brother Bai, help quickly."

In a panic, Li Qingsong saw Bai Ziyue had already dealt with his opponent first. Even though he was extremely surprised, he still shouted for help loudly.

"Only now do you think of calling for help? It’s too late!"

Li Qingsong sneered, his long whip swung up, suddenly wrapping around Dong Wenwu’s sword and the hand holding the sword tightly.

Then, his figure moved like a phantom, lightly stepping on the ground, and swiftly arrived in front of Dong Wenwu, one palm pressing down instantly.

Nine Seals Sect’s secret skill, Nine Seals Palm!

Dong Wenwu struggled to break free but couldn’t escape the long whip’s constraint. His heart spirit panicked, his breathing almost stopped at this moment, and his eyes blinked rapidly, leaving his mind blank.

It’s over!

Suddenly, Li Qingsong’s expression changed, the palm print about to press down instantly shifted aside.

Immediately, his figure retreated even faster.

Clang!

Boom!

At this moment, a long saber shot out like lightning, directly targeting Li Qingsong’s head.

At this instant, if he didn’t retreat, even if he could smash Dong Wenwu’s head with one palm, he himself would also be pierced through the head by this long saber and die.

Li Qingsong cherished his life and naturally didn’t want to make such a trade of life for life.

Hence, he dodged and retreated swiftly.

The long saber then continued with undiminished momentum, directly smashing through the wooden wall, destroying it completely.

At this moment, it was Bai Ziyue who had taken action.

Because of the long distance, the long saber of Bai Feihong happened to roll to his feet, so he took the opportunity to throw it out.

To achieve the rescue effect, he even poured a surge of inner strength into the saber without hesitation.

However, no one noticed this detail.

At the moment of throwing the long saber, Bai Ziyue didn’t hesitate and quickly charged towards Li Qingsong.

Snap!

A long whip cracked, the whip like a spirit snake, directly pouncing towards Bai Ziyue.

The long whip, over ten feet long, made it difficult for Bai Ziyue, even with his astonishing sword technique, to injure Li Qingsong in the slightest at this moment.

However, facing this strike, Bai Ziyue felt no panic at all. With a slight turn of his head, he avoided the whip’s attack. Then, at the moment when the whip’s force was exhausted and Li Qingsong was about to pull it back, one of his hands reached out like a phantom. fгeewebnovёl.com

With a flick, he quickly grabbed the tip of the long whip and twisted it hard.

Bang!

Both exerted force, the whip stretched taut, vibrating, causing the air to explode with a bang.

"Let go!"

Li Qingsong sneered, shaking his arm. As his inner strength circulated, the long whip turned into waves, bouncing back directly.

The surging power, like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue, made swishing sounds.

"Let go!"

At the same time, Bai Ziyue also shouted. His muscles and bones shook, the surging power quickly twisted into a single force, then he transformed it all into the strength of the One-character Punch, channeling it into the long whip.

Simultaneously, his steps trembled lightly, the bricks on the ground shattered, and Bai Ziyue’s figure swiftly advanced like a raccoon, rushing to the opponent’s front.

Poof!

The two forces exploded violently, making the long whip tremble, twist and distort. The surging power numbed both Bai Ziyue’s and Li Qingsong’s hands, causing them to let go simultaneously.

"How is it possible?"

Li Qingsong’s face twitched in shock. An Inner Cultivation Realm martial artist, shockingly able to exert force comparable to his Inner Power Realm strength?

In a panic, he quickly reached out again, grabbing the long whip about to fall to the ground. Just as he was about to exert force, he suddenly saw Bai Ziyue had already approached him, raising a saber to slash down.

This saber, its blade pitch black like ink, yet it stirred the wind and clouds, causing the air to tremble.

Upon seeing the blade, Li Qingsong’s mind flickered with a momentary confusion, followed by an unparalleled fear.

This saber was extraordinary.

Earlier, he wondered why Bai Feihong was quickly killed by Bai Ziyue, whose strength was far inferior. Even if Bai Ziyue was powerful, it shouldn’t have been that swift.

After all, the gap between their realms was as vast as a chasm.

Only now, seeing this strike, did he truly understand how terrifying sword technique could be when it reached its peak.

Even though he had regained his clarity, the oppressive force from the blade about to descend still made his brow ache and his scalp tingle.

"Hiss!"

With a flick of his throat, Li Qingsong’s long whip, under his inner strength control, transformed into a spirit snake and shot forward.

At the same time, his body arched like a flying swallow, swiftly retreating backwards.

Facing Bai Ziyue’s domineering and unstoppable slash, he could only retreat, and retreat alone.

Just as he was crouching back, about to avoid Bai Ziyue’s Black God Saber, a long sword silently and swiftly pierced outward.

Poof!

The long sword pierced through Li Qingsong’s back, directly piercing his heart.

The light push of inner strength made the sword tip tremble lightly, flinging away the attached blood beads.

It was Dong Wenwu who had struck.

Facing the great enemy Bai Ziyue, Li Qingsong didn’t dare to be distracted at all, naturally failing to notice Dong Wenwu approaching unnoticed.

His defeat and death became inevitable.

"Thank you, Brother Bai, for your timely assistance."

Now that it was over, Dong Wenwu relaxed slightly and spoke.

"It was nothing."

Bai Ziyue said, not paying him any more attention, and with a movement of his body, he quickly rushed towards another battlefield.

Compared to their dominant battle, Pei Tugou and others were in quite a precarious situation.

Dong Wenwu naturally knew that now was not the time for idle talk and gratitude, and rushed towards another side as well.

"Ah...!"

A scream was heard.

Bang!

Immediately after, there was the sound of wood splintering, and a figure rolled out directly from a wooden house. Several rolls and the screams stopped abruptly, with patches of crimson blood quickly spreading across the ground.

Immediately after, a tall and imposing middle-aged man, seemingly around thirty years old, holding a long saber, walked out quickly.

It was Wang Peng!

After a fierce battle, he had successfully killed all his opponents and walked out of the wooden house.

"Escape!"

A disciple of the Nine Seals Sect shouted, almost turning to flee without hesitation.

Originally, on their side, three experts of the Inner Power Realm with a numerical advantage should have been enough to kill all their opponents even if the ambush failed.

Unexpectedly, the situation reversed in a short time. The three Inner Power Realm martial artists were killed, and many of the Nine Seals Sect disciples slaughtered. They had completely lost their chance of victory.

With fear gripping their hearts, fleeing was their only option.

The remaining seven or eight disciples of the Nine Seals Sect didn’t hesitate, turning to flee one after another.

However, just at this moment, an elder in luxurious clothes with a graying beard appeared like a flying goose, swiftly stepping over from a distance. With one palm strike, he killed the leading fleeing person.

"I’m not dead yet! Who dares to say flee?"

As this figure slightly landed, his thick voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

The remaining disciples of the Nine Seals Sect trembled and then called out in unison with respect: "Elder Guo."

"Guo Yun?"

Bai Ziyue’s expression changed.

The person who came was the Nine Seals Sect elder Guo Yun, named by Wang Peng earlier, who had been severely injured and recuperating in the Nine Seals Sect mountain gate.

Beside him, Dong Wenwu, already pale from injury, turned even paler, his heart chilling.

A peak third-class expert, even when injured, was not someone they could contend with.

Not to mention, looking at his rosy complexion and steady breaths, he didn’t look injured at all.

In comparison, Wang Peng was even more shocked.

He had been quite satisfied with his achievement of slaying a strong opponent in a fierce battle.

Who would have thought that someone who shouldn’t be here would appear before him?

In shock, he stammered: "You... you..."

"Nie Yunhao’s strength is indeed not weak, but I’m no slouch either. If he hadn’t quietly and silently elevated to a second-class expert, he wouldn’t have been a match for me.

Fortunately, the Nine Seals Sect has a deep background. Healing my small injuries was no problem."

Guo Yun sneered, but inwardly felt grateful. Recently, the Di Family had been supporting them. Though the Di Family members were restricted from acting due to an agreement with the Lin Family, they had generously provided various spirit pills.

A Spirit Recovery Pill, although not fully healed him, had recovered over eighty percent of his injuries, hardly affecting his combat strength.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, turning to the nearby disciple of the Nine Seals Sect, asking: "Where are Yu Gang and the others?"

"Dead, all killed by them."

The questioned disciple’s face turned white, answering with a trembling voice.

"What?"

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