C20 Warfare

"The two of you have followed me for so long, surely you're not here to talk nonsense with me!"

With a clang, Hong Ling took out the hundred refined steel sword from his spatial ring, and pointed at the two people blocking the exit of the alleyway.

"Interesting, a little brat at the early stage of Essence Refinement into Qi actually wants to resist two of us mid-stage Essence Refinement into Qi's seniors, and struggle in death's door? Kid, has the person who taught you ever told you that in front of Senior, you have to maintain the respect and fear that the weak should have for the strong! "

A horse-faced cultivator took out two daggers that flickered with cold light from his waist, and after rubbing against each other for a moment, a resplendent spark was produced with a clang.

"You stay on the side and don't let anyone in. After I finish dealing with this little bastard, we'll go to the Yi-Hong Yuan to enjoy ourselves!"

The horse-faced cultivator turned around and said to his companion. The other slightly plump cultivator nodded, crossed his arms, and leaned on the wall, slightly bored.

"Hurry up, don't let this brat speak nonsense, he has alarmed the guards of Tianhuang City, it will be troublesome!"

He opened his mouth and licked the dagger in his right hand, looking at the youth with a sinister smile on his face. However, before he could take the initiative to attack, the youth in front of him had already appeared in front of him with a tap of his foot.

A cold, moonlike light pierced through the air towards his throat, and a sense of danger washed over him, causing his hair to stand on end. With the dagger in his left hand held horizontally, he blocked the sword with a clang, but was knocked back several steps by the force that came along with it.

"This boy has such great strength!"

Bang! He kicked his heels on the green stone ground fiercely, the boundless Qi causing sand and dust to fly out, his entire body instantly shooting forth. The two blades in his hands protected him, and continued to circle around Hong Ling, releasing cold blade auras.

Hong Ling's soul power spread out of his body at this moment, capturing the trajectory of the energy flow on Horse-Face's body. The longsword in his hand turned upside down, the sword blade following the horse-faced cultivator's dual blades as it flew up and down, like dancing pear blossoms.

Even though his cultivation was lower than the horse-faced cultivator, the sword in his hand danced in an orderly fashion. The youth was like a reef in the middle of a tidal wave, standing straight and calm amidst the torrential storm of sword light.

As his understanding of the aura of the horse-faced cultivator deepened, he actually began to take the initiative. Many times, he forced the horse-faced cultivator into a corner.

"Who sent you here? Tell me and I will consider killing you!"

Hong Ling's tone was cold, the long sword in his hand became even more powerful.

Initially, he only thought of assassinating Hong Ling because he was playing around, but he never expected that he would be forced into such a desperate strait by the young man. However, with his identity as an assassin, how could he be willing to admit defeat?

The only way he could survive was to kill people, but killing people also required him to be honest. He said that he would kill his entire family, and whoever he killed would be killed. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to continue living on the streets.

"Brat, you still want to know all this? Let's think of a way to escape first. I am going to use my real strength!"

He held the dagger horizontally, breaking apart the youth's long sword, and leaped back lightly as he grinned at Hong Ling.

"Secret Skill, Shadow Killer!"

With a bang, the horse-faced cultivator dissipated into a cloud of black fog, instantly transforming into three identical assassins that all rushed out together. The daggers in their hands attacked the youth's throat, chest, and abdomen respectively.

Hong Ling focused his gaze, the sword in his hand quickly stabbed out, piercing through the figure that was attacking his throat. With a chi sound, that figure instantly turned into a cloud of smoke, and disappeared.

As for the remaining two human figures, the daggers in their hands were still mercilessly rushing towards him. Hong Ling tapped his foot on the ground and quickly leaped backwards, the long sword in his hand held horizontally in front of his chest.

He was knocked ten feet away by this tyrannical force. Without waiting for Hong Ling to stand still, the two human figures suddenly turned into a third, and the three identical horse-faced cultivators instantly smiled and rushed forward again.

"As expected, this secret art is also a Low Level Yellow Rank martial skill!"

Hong Ling muttered to himself, and the Primordial Spirit Clone s in the Divine Palace quickly formed. Their eyes flashed with a flowing light and landed on the three people's bodies.

Weng, a strand of sharp sword intent congealed in the longsword in his hand. Hong Ling looked at the three human figures that were charging over quickly as the longsword in his hand instantly ignited with resplendent flames.

"Flame Breaking Spell, break for me!"

Hong Ling looked at the horse-faced cultivator who was kneeling on one knee with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and a serious look flashed across his eyes. He had already taken the initiative to use a martial skill, but he was unable to kill the killer in one blow, which caused him to be extremely shocked.

He had originally thought that after condensing another phantom, he would be able to successfully kill Hong Ling. However, this youth had actually seen through his true body in an instant, and had unhesitatingly used an extremely powerful martial skill, causing him to be severely injured in an instant.

The sleeves on his arms had already been torn apart by the violent sword Qi, and the two daggers in his hands had also been broken. His chest had also been struck by the raging flames.

This person had barely managed to keep him from falling, but his left hand was still trembling slightly as he held the dagger. One strike, just one strike, and he was already on the verge of death. This young man was truly a monster.

The slightly fat assassin sighed helplessly as he leaned against the wall of Hu Tong's room. He casually took out his sword and slowly walked over. As his footsteps became clearer, a tyrannical aura suddenly flooded the alley and messed up the air.

"He's gathering his potential!"

Hong Ling's eyes focused, he did not rush forward to kill the horse-faced cultivator. He could see that, if he dared to recklessly make a move, the fat cultivator would instantly release an earth-shattering attack.

Hong Ling could sense that this fat cultivator was very strong, stronger than anyone he had ever met.

Hu. The youth let out a long breath of Turbid Air. The turbid air current was like a flood dragon, rolling in the air and not being affected by the fat cultivator's Qi.

This is Hong Ling's response to the fat cultivator. I admit that you are very strong, but you can't even dissipate my breath, so let me tell you, I am not someone to be trifled with either.

The fat cultivator instantly stopped and stopped his foot. He took a half-step forward and lightly stepped onto the ground, his face turning red.

Obviously, this person had suffered a lot because he forcefully suppressed his aura. He walked up and supported the horse-faced cultivator who was half-kneeling on the ground. He turned around and wanted to leave.

"Halt!" Hong Ling's cold voice sounded out, "You can leave, he left behind his head!"

The fat cultivator turned around and looked at Hong Ling in disbelief, then seeing the young man pointing at his sword from afar, a look of displeasure flashed past his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

The sword in his hand trembled, and a chilling aura emanated from the sword. The temperature of the entire alley instantly dropped, as if snow had descended into the middle of summer, causing people's heart and body to turn cold.

"I don't want to waste any more words. Either he dies, you live, or you die with him!"

Hong Ling was dressed in white, and was extremely graceful, like a fine young master from a different world, yet had an unruly temperament.

The fat cultivator looked at the horse-faced cultivator beside him, and a cold look flashed across his eyes. With a "chi", a head flew into the sky and he grabbed it by the temples with one hand and tied it to his waist without even looking at the horse-faced cultivator's corpse.

The long sword in his hand slowly dripped with blood, and a drop of blood was condensed on the tip of the sword. After killing his companion, the fat cultivator seemed to be fine, and he took out a porcelain bottle, pouring a green liquid onto the corpse of the horse-faced cultivator.

Sizzle sizzle. A stinky green smoke rose, the horse faced cultivator's corpse and clothes were instantly corroded. He turned his head, looked at Hong Ling, and the killing intent in his eyes seemed to be real.

"Next, it's your turn. Oh right, remember my name, I am Canfeng!"

"Hong Ling!"

The young man reported his name, the sword in his hand producing dense sword qi due to his powerful aura. He did not use the Flame Destroying Spell again, because the effect of the martial skill that even the horse-faced cultivator could not kill, would not be much better when facing off against Canfeng.

"Then, I will kill you!"

Canfeng laughed, his figure flickered, the sword tip in his hand had already appeared in front of Hong Ling's eyes by less than half a foot, his aura suddenly shook, the sword tip instantly producing a sharp Sword Qi, which shot out again, straight towards Hong Ling's right eye.

However, a few strands of hair had been cut off from Liu Hai's head. After he had avoided the attack, the sword in his hand quickly turned and a resplendent sword light shot toward Canfeng.

Clang, the two swords clashed, a deep cut appeared on Canfeng's sword, if not for the fact that he was able to use his Authentic Qi to protect his sword, he would have been cut into two by Hong Ling's Hundred Smelting Pattern Steel Sword.

"Sword intent!" You're so young, and you actually managed to comprehend sword intent! "

Canfeng's face showed some surprise, just now when Hong Ling was fighting with the horse-faced man, he did not notice, but now that he was fighting with him, he realised that something was amiss.

However, there was not much difference to him whether Hong Ling had comprehended sword intent or not. With his current strength, unless this youth had other methods, he would still die.

The sword lights in the alleyway were shining brightly, and the sweet sound of metal clashing could be heard. The two figures were flying up and down, attacking each other without stopping. No one could do anything to each other.

Clang, Hong Ling was once again pushed back by Canfeng, a trickle of blood formed on the corner of his mouth, the youth's arm trembled, obviously because of the opponent's boundless Qi, causing him to be severely injured.

Canfeng's face finally revealed a trace of impatience. It seemed like night was approaching, and this youth was actually not dead yet. This made him very unhappy.

Kacha, the sword in both of Canfeng's hands broke, and then, the two broken swords stabbed down into his shoulders. His body suddenly expanded by a third of a meter, and with a hong sound, he exploded forth with a powerful aura.

"Late stage Essence Refinement into Qi!"

Hong Ling stared at the Canfeng who was covered in veins, his stone-like muscles directly bursting all over his clothes. Through the damaged silk, one could even see his scarlet skin, from which traces of blood could be seen, seeping out, wetting the dry cloth.

"Kid, you're very good. To be able to force me to use a secret technique, even if I die, it would be enough for me to be proud of!"

Canfeng's face revealed a sinister expression, his body flashed, and before the youth could even react, he smashed the youth's red voice into the wall behind him, instantly smashing countless of green bricks.

Fast, it was simply too fast, he could not dodge at all. Even if Hong Ling's soul power could already instantly catch the trajectory of the Qi in Canfeng's body, he would still not be able to react in time.

Cough! Cough! Cough! Amidst the smoke and dust that filled the air, the youth was half lying on the pile of bricks. The Hundred Smelting Steel Sword fell to the side as he used both his hands to prop himself up.

Crash, the broken bricks on his body continuously slid down his body, rolling far away.

Pui! The youth spat out a mouthful of blood as a dark golden glow slowly appeared in his eyes.

Ang, a resounding dragon roar came from behind him, a dark golden shadow of a Five-clawed Golden Dragon slowly appeared, it roared, and went into the youth's body.

The dark golden colored flowing light extended from the Reverse Scale at Hong Ling's chest to his entire body. The Dragon Scale that was flashing with a cold light, slowly covered his entire body and its sharp dragon claws replaced the two walls that were originally riddled with scars.

Hong Ling slowly walked out of the ruins, the dark golden electric arcs danced and floated around him while the youth's body was enveloped by the dark gold colored airflow. That boundless aura blew away all the dust in the air, and a wave of killing intent slowly condensed on his face that was covered with dense Dragon Scale.

"You were playing happily just now?"