Chapter 257: Counterattack (Part One)
Even the most powerful cultivators were as tiny as ants in the face of nature.
And now, without their magical tools and with serious injuries, they had to rely on their own legs to run as fast as they could.
Qiao Wan remembered that the volcanic debris flow was extremely fast, and being engulfed in it meant certain doom.
Unfortunately, the sky was filled with thick volcanic ash and smoke, making it very unreliable to rely on the divine dragon, Fanglei, for escape.
Fortunately, everyone had their own tricks for running away, like the "Instant Step" or the "Light Steps," right? With their spiritual energy pushed to the limit, Qiao Wan tried her best to use the Light Steps technique and ran tirelessly, with the volcanic debris flow close behind her!
And Ma Huaizhen, being very quick to react, swiftly used telepathy to give orders: "Hurry! Provide support!! If any disciples die here, don't bother coming back!!"
Along with the volcanic debris flow came the collapsing mountains, shaken by the strong vibration behind them!
The collapsing secret realm chased after the group like a swift dragon, ready to devour them. If they were even slightly slower, they would be buried beneath the secret realm.
Fortunately, everyone had a strong desire to survive. Although they were all in a sorry state, they managed to escape the secret realm covered in ash and blood!
In the moment they escaped the secret realm, nobody dared to let their guard down. They tightly gripped their knives or swords and coldly eyed the demons who had been guarding the secret realm.
With a command from the enemy, "Don't let a single one escape!"
Qi Feidao immediately set Fang Lingqing down from his back, put on his grass shoes, and with a serious expression, charged forward.
The young man ran quickly, and his slightly messy clothes fluttered in the wind. He moved like a flash of lightning, each strike was fast and accurate, without hesitation. With every step he took, both his feet and hands followed the changes in his movements.
A few disciples who rushed out together with Qi Feidao were amazed to find that this Elder Martial Brother from the Mathematics Department in Chongde Ancient Garden was even more terrifying than they had imagined.
At this moment, Qi Feidao became like a tightly calculated machine. He alone casually picked up leaves, branches, and stones, and arranged a formation that trapped hundreds of demonic soldiers in front of him.
"Quick, go." Despite his brain working hard to calculate, Qi Feidao didn't forget to turn around and instruct, "I'll stay here, you take Little Fang and go."
The disciples were stunned, as they subconsciously wanted to help Fang Lingqing up, but they did not expect that the young man had already regained consciousness. He immediately shook his head and pushed away the disciples who were trying to assist him.
Fang Lingqing hesitated for a moment. Thousands of spiritual threads sprung out from behind him, knocking down several nearby magic soldiers. "Let me help too."
It's true that he was turned into a puppet, but he leveled up.
Qi Feidao glanced at Fang Lingqing, too pressed for time to say anything, only making him step back behind him.
Fang Lingqing smiled slightly, a hint of pride in his smile. "At a time like this, Martial Brother Qi, shouldn't you step back behind me?"
The overwhelming sprouting of spiritual threads became Qi Feidao's best cover! Faced with these cold-blooded and iron-cutting threads, the magic soldiers on the scene suddenly didn't dare to step forward.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Meng Canglang and Gan Nan were also fighting.
The youth's abdomen was still bleeding from a big wound, but Meng Canglang calmly drew out the massive sword from behind him and held it in front of him. Looking at the sea of magic soldiers in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, but soon turned determined.
"I originally didn't want to use this move."
Gan Nan was taken aback. "Taoist Friend Meng?"
Meng Canglang's eyes trembled slightly. As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual energy on the giant sword attached to the door gradually turned into a flowing water film. With more spiritual energy, the water on the blade began to flow and spin, forming a huge whirlpool.
The splashes thrown off by the whirlpool were like sharp blades.
Gan Nan looked on in shock. Anyone who was even touched by the whirlpool, or accidentally fell into it, was instantly shredded into a mass of flesh and blood mist.
Water, indeed, appeared calm and gentle as it flowed with the terrain. Meng Canglang himself was also gentle and proper.
But everyone forgot that when water becomes angry, it can create waves that tower several feet high, swallowing a whole city. It is not something to be taken lightly.
The blood mist splashed onto Gan Nan's face. The young man touched his cheek and looked at Meng Canglang ahead, who appeared like a giant meat grinder. He was slightly puzzled.
And what about him? What could he do? He was just a young and inexperienced person.
He...
He was so useless that even Sister Wan'er couldn't protect him. Qiao Wan had to come and protect him.
He, he's actually a little white dragon, the one who can control water in the sky.
His gaze fell on the nearby demon soldier. Suddenly, his young, glass-like eyes filled with a faint coldness. The tips of his white hair, with a touch of seaweed-like green, fluttered in the mist of blood.
A hint of red appeared in the young man's eyes again, but he closed them, took a deep breath.
It's true that he is a useless person, but he has two talents that others can't reach. It's his free spiritual power and his innate ability to control water!
As the determination flickered in the young man's eyes, he raised his hand.
In the blink of an eye, from the first demon soldier in front of him to the second, the third, the fourth... countless demon soldiers who were still fighting froze for a moment.
Meng Canglang widened his eyes in astonishment.
At first, there was only a slight "splish" sound, like the sound of ice cracking. Then, numerous "splish splish splish" sounds came in succession.
Dozens of red ice shards sprouted from the limbs and even the face of the demon soldiers. In the blink of an eye, the blood inside the bodies of these hundreds of demon soldiers froze rapidly, and in the next second, it turned into ice shards that pierced through their skin.
From afar, it looked like a bunch of frozen hedgehogs.
After completing all this, the young man gritted his teeth, his eyes turning red. He drew the rarely unsheathed knife from his waist, tears streaming down his face as he roared angrily and charged forward, with a howling sound!
It's all the fault of the demon realm! He! He must avenge Sister Wan'er!!!
Just as he jumped out of the secret realm and looked around to see that there was no one in sight, Xiu Quan's heart skipped a beat.
Oh no, he got separated from His Majesty.
But as the Demon Emperor's right-hand man, the young man composed himself slightly. His fingers curled and stretched, bulging veins on his hands, sharp nails and elongating canines. His ears twitched slightly as he planned to fight his way out first!
But at that moment, he saw someone.
At that moment, the young man couldn't even describe his feelings.
He saw a woman walking on the bloody battlefield.
The woman had a gentle and graceful appearance, showing no fear on her face. She moved through the battlefield, saving people together with Fairy Xixia and Gao Lanzhi.
It was like a delicate orchid gracefully navigating between life and death, calm and serene.
Humans are so tender, so fragile, the big yellow dog thought.
Unexpectedly, the young man's murderous aura suddenly receded, even his drooping ears couldn't help but perk up.
...
Qiao Wan, or should we say Lu Cixian, was also on the road.
Just as she broke out of the secret realm, a sudden realization came to her. She tried to combine Throw Your Thunder with the marvelous footwork, infusing lightning into her steps.
This attempt was very successful. With the boost of lightning, not only did her speed increase like flying, but there was also a faint blue lightning cloud shimmering under her feet, sparking with electricity all the way. The effect was extremely cool.
With a clear direction in mind, Qiao Wan hurried towards the direction of the camp.
Finally, her eyes caught sight of a crowd not far away, along with some familiar figures - Ma Huaizhen, Xiao Boyang, Venerable One Miaofa...
Ma Huaizhen was surprised, "Lu Cixian?!"
But the young man paid no attention to Ma Huaizhen's words and even ignored the slightly stunned Miaofa nearby. He calmly raised his hand and summoned the mirage dragon, then leaped onto its back and soared into the sky amidst the awe of the onlookers. He landed in front of Xiao Huan.
The young man glanced at Xiao Huan and smirked, "I didn't expect that in just a few days, my taoist friend Xiao has become the head of the Xiao family. Quite an impressive feat."
Lu Cixian?
Xiao Huan, ever perceptive, immediately sensed that something was off. However, he suppressed any coldness in his expression and showed his usual gentle smile, saying softly, "Taoist Friend Lu, it's been a while."
The young boy didn't seem to want to talk to him, so he turned to face the different sects in the cultivation world.
"Taoist Friend Xiao is indeed a talented young boy, but do you all know that the current head of the Xiao family, Xiao Huan, obtained his position by killing his younger brother and father?!"
As soon as the young boy arrived, he threw a heavy bomb into the crowd.
Everyone present, including Gongsun Bingzi, looked surprised and said, "What did you say?"
Xiao Jingzhou died in a strange way, and only the Kunshan sect, besides the Xiao family, knew that his death was related to Qiao Wan's involvement. While it was suspected that Xiao Huan had some influence in Xiao Jingzhou's death, it caused a huge uproar when it was directly mentioned in front of everyone.
In that instant, the young man immediately regained his composure and looked at the young boy standing there gracefully. He smiled and said, "Taoist Friend Lu, do you really think you can stop me?"
After enduring humiliation and carrying burdens for decades, Xiao Huan almost coldly thought to himself.
Today, no matter who stands in his way, they must die.
The long sword unsheathed, it was Xiao Huan's golden sword, engraved with intricate gold patterns, exuding wealth and decadence.
But the blade was as sharp as autumn frost, emitting a chilling light that sent shivers down everyone's spine.
Ma Huaizhen immediately sensed that something was wrong: "Evil Sword Book! Xiao Huan is about to use the Evil Sword Book! Stop him!"
But he was a step too slow. The sword gleamed brightly! The surrounding clouds surged like an ocean, forcing Lu Cixian to retreat from the sky!
Is this the Evil Sword Book?
Gongsun Bingzi's mouth slightly gaped in astonishment.
With just the first move, this sword's cold gleam could already rival the might of a million soldiers.
But perhaps Xiao Huan had made up his mind to kill Lu Cixian today! He thrust out another sword!! The sword's intent was like a dragon, roaring down from the sky, directly aiming for the young man's heart.
Xiao Huan's eyes turned cold, preparing for the second move. However, unexpectedly, his chest suddenly paused. His blood churned, and the sword's intent abruptly stopped just half an inch away from the young man's heart.
How...how is this possible?
Xiao Huan's expression suddenly changed, and his previously lazy and elegant demeanor disappeared in an instant.
Qiao Wan calmly watched as this elegant young man stumbled unexpectedly and spewed a mouthful of blood, staining his snowy white fox fur.
This must be the Evil Sword Book, there's no mistake.
But, what if even the one Xiao Huan initially received was just a fake Evil Sword Book?
