webnovelfull Chapter 464 You are imitating my grandmaster
Chapter 464 You are imitating my grandmaster
Ji Ping'an raised his hand to look at his severed sleeve, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
This is going to be a bit tricky!
Why are there Silver Moon Wolves here?
Lian Chuan handed the scabbard in his left hand to the girl behind him:
"Take this and protect your sister!"
Qingyu took the scabbard from Lianchuan and felt the faint chill emanating from it.
That was the sword's intent, containing the unique icy power of the Silver Moon Wolf clan. It slowly formed a barrier in front of the girl.
Lian Chuan held a long sword, and the chill emanating from him seemed to stir up a snowstorm in the small room.
"You went to great lengths to infiltrate the Northern Region, only to bully a young girl here?"
Ji Ping'an looked at Lian Chuan, who was blocking his way, and a faint smile appeared on his lips again.
"In that case, I really did go to unnecessary trouble."
"Forgot about the road ahead, and got distracted by a few ants by the roadside!"
The young man raised his hand, and the longsword behind him hummed softly before flying in front of him.
"A few ants?" Lian Chuan couldn't help but chuckle.
"Have you forgotten that just now, the ant in your hand used a secret technique of its own kind to conceal my aura?"
The young man tapped the tip of his longsword on the half-sleeve that had fallen to the ground.
"To borrow the words of one of my elders, the demons are indeed so arrogant that they are disgusting!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light carrying the power of ice slashed towards Ji Ping'an. The sound of the immortal swords clashing made Lian Chuan's teeth ache.
"Boom!"
The wall behind Ji Ping'an was pushed down by Lian Chuan's scattered sword energy, and the restriction he had just set up was also cut open. All the surrounding sounds reappeared in an instant.
Lian Chuan's icy blue eyes were hidden behind the silver gleam of his longsword:
"Take your sister and leave!" The young man glanced at Qingyu lightly.
The girl's dark eyes, filled with unease, reminded him of Cui Wu when he first arrived at the Xuanhuang Sect.
The young man's voice was filled with boundless warmth, as if he were comforting his younger sister:
"You did a great job, take care of yourself!"
"I'll handle the rest."
Only after the girl disappeared with the pearl through the gap in the barrier did Lian Chuan look at Ji Ping'an opposite him.
The young man's aura instantly became incredibly sharp, even carrying a murderous aura that made Ji Ping'an's heart tremble.
“I haven’t killed a demon in many years!” Lian Chuan said softly.
In the ten years since he returned to the Upper Realm, he thought he had forgotten that feeling.
The feeling of being brought to the battlefield by my senior sister and sweeping away the evil spirits around Cui Wu.
But the appearance of this demon in front of him awakened him.
Lian Chuan chuckled softly.
My aunt was right after all. After being taught by my senior sister for so many years, I was indeed not a kind child.
The incredibly sharp sword energy, like a long snake, rushed towards Ji Ping'an's face. In the instant the opponent blocked it, it transformed into a giant ice lotus flower, with its growing ice clusters seemingly about to pierce through Ji Ping'an in an instant.
He leaped up and stood atop the ice cluster, the demonic energy beneath his feet transforming into chains that stretched out in all directions, with Ji Ping'an, his robes fluttering, supported in the very center.
The young man's eyes were dark, and he held his long sword horizontally in front of him, looking down at Lian Chuan.
"Fellow Daoist, do you not know that even though he is the Silver Moon Azure Wolf, he should not challenge the Deity Transformation Realm with his Nascent Soul Perfection cultivation?"
"Zheng!"
He had barely finished speaking when several more crisscrossing sword shadows rained down before him, like petals falling from the sky. The longsword in Ji Ping'an's hand clashed with a crisp sound.
Lian Chuan's voice carried an inexplicable sinister air:
"so what?"
"Do you dare kill me in the Northern River Valley?"
This question was deafening, making Ji Ping'an feel quite uncomfortable.
The young man slightly rotated the longsword in his hand, and a scarlet eye appeared on the gleaming blade, turning as if it were alive.
At the same time, all the demonic energy that had been suppressed on the youth's body was released.
Lian Chuan looked at the young man who exuded demonic energy, and felt a little puzzled.
If it's not the demon's true form, why is it leaking so much demonic energy?
A thick layer of black mist rose around them due to the youth's demonic energy. Lian Chuan looked at the long sword standing in front of Ji Ping'an.
No, to be precise, what the young man was looking at was the pair of eyes on the longsword.
Ji Ping'an's voice came from beside my ear:
"What did this fellow Daoist say?"
"I would be more than happy to die at the hands of your patriarch!"
Lian Chuan's heart stirred. The young man slowly closed his eyes, and an even more chilling aura began to emanate from his body.
"So this is ah!"
A moment later, the young man slowly opened his eyes, his icy blue pupils staring straight at a certain spot in the thick fog.
"You fiend, you've started to imitate my master!"
No wonder the demonic energy was so overwhelming that it didn't manifest its true form.
The eyes on that longsword are part of his demonic body.
A pale blue sword light flashed, tracing a perfect circle around the youth in an instant, severing the crimson demonic energy that had stealthily crept in from all sides. The extreme cold seemed to freeze the surrounding mist as well.
Lian Chuan loosened his grip on the sword hilt and ran his fingertips across the blade in a sword-like motion.
After a slight sting, a bright red bloodstain was left on the gleaming blade.
"swing!"
A ripple containing boundless chill spread outwards from the youth's center.
It was as if someone had thrown a pebble into the calm surface of a lake.
The young man turned around and gripped the sword hilt again. He plunged the longsword directly into the ground!
Just as Ji Ping'an was about to leave the ferret territory under the cover of demonic energy, a sharp forest of ice clusters suddenly appeared in front of him, completely blocking his way.
The young man's voice behind him carried a chilling undertone:
"You've come looking for ants, how dare you leave without killing them?"
Lian Chuan carried his longsword, the blood he had used to ward off the demonic energy still clinging to the blade.
A touch of red on the gleaming sword blade was extremely alluring and dazzling!
Ji Ping'an stood with his arms crossed, the eye on the longsword behind him constantly moving, the sword humming strangely and dullly in the huge underground cave.
"It seems I really made a mistake coming here!"
Amid Ji Ping'an's self-deprecating words, Lian Chuan spread his divine sense to explore the surroundings.
Currently, there are only him and Ji Ping'an in the entire ferret territory.
It seems that all the ferret monks who remained here have escaped.
Good thing we escaped!
Lian Chuan stretched his neck, which was inexplicably sore, and tossed the immortal sword aside.
"Clang!"
The sound of the longsword hitting the ground was crisp, causing Ji Ping'an to look up.
A new sword shadow appeared in Lian Chuan's right hand. The gray-white longsword was not entwined with spiritual energy, but only with the baleful aura brought from the battlefield.
Lian Chuan smiled and looked at Ji Ping'an:
"Please don't take offense, sir! The excessive killing intent might tarnish the sword's brilliance!"