The Swordsman of the Gods

028. The Devil Art Part II

Devil Art. It is a dark force, the core of its power gradually goes from light to dark. Everyone who possesses this art is certain that his spirit cannot be saved.

And now, Zhao Yun found. Fight with his former loyal followers who are now really into the devil. The inner strength he had wasn't enough to fight him. Despite knowing it would be life-threatening, Zhao Yun could not give up so easily. The determination possessed by him was not comparable to the determination that the man once had.

“Well, now. Are you still able to stand? Yeah, I guess still. Because the devil is as corrupt as you are, that's why you fit in. Yes, right?” murmured Zhao, smiling with a wistful downward gaze.

He must stop, whatever the risk. Whatever comes later.

“Eat this then sleep!”

Calling for sentences to increase the spirit, the energy in his possession also made a cold wind stir around. The snowflakes crashed and none of them dared to fall on his body.

Death fist can dispel concentration. Then solidify into one form of a taper weapon. Darting and focused on Zhao one, although now he ran away from it while looking for a gap, the power was still able to catch up faster than he had imagined.

Honey, so off guard a little, Zhao's arm became a victim.

“Ugh, getting a little bit has made my bones so painful,” complained Zhao who is still running to avoid desperately.

Originally just a single large weapon, the power was now divided into several parts. As small as a needle yet countless, even so many, the sculpting Zhao could not see the moon above.

Cracks! Cracks! Cracks!

No matter how small the form of art, the sharp remains sharp. It was deadly even more unavoidable because Zhao's position was already like a cornered rat. Almost all of the needles that were not as big as Zhao's little finger rained down on him.

“Hah! I won't give up just because of this little thing!” zhao screamed once more.

With overwhelming physical strength, he stirred up a tempestuous spirit, as if a blazing fire. He got up and came back running and floated a deep energy centered on the grip of his right hand.

The needles were removed one by one from Zhao's body and healed his wounded host. Zhao's entire body was in pain, feeling unable to get back on his feet but he remained upright.

“Duh, very troublesome once. I who was in the third position now could what face the demon arts the first time? Oh, yes come to think of it, it is rare for rebels to want to use demonic arts that risk their lives.”

At first glance, the few sentences Zhao Yun spoke sounded like a will. Even bewildered by himself, that perhaps death will fetch today.

No way, right? The leader Zhao who was in the third position was really strong. There will be no words, "Well I'll just give up" or "Dead ya die" it's not in his wits.

That huge muscle was not a display like a painting that was exhibited to the entire world. Even without any inner strength, Zhao was still very strong.

Bruack!!!

The loud bang made the ground shake. Even the warriors and cult leaders who were now far away from him felt this great shock.

Perhaps if an ordinary person would definitely think that this shock was due to a raging mountain.

“No! It's still not enough!”

MAAM! MAAM! MAAM!

Once and again, many times Zhao Yun lashed out punches so that even shocks could be felt continuously. Until the power of the demonic arts was unable to dispel, as if running out of energy, the host no longer moved.

“MAU TILL WHEN DO YOU KEEP LIVING?! HEY, DEVIL!!”

A splash of fresh blood then the splash of black blood fused together. One of the man's legs moved, looking as if he was suffering. Zhao strangled the neck that was now intact and once again a punch that concentrated the profound energy at one point penetrated his body.

All movement from him stopped in an instant. The black blood no longer solidified and made it a weapon.

Zhao Yun thought, “Has he really died? Ouch, I so could not bear ..but I was very upset,” grunted with a grunt annoyed.

Before Zhao Yun's grip that stopped his movement was released, flames grabbed Zhao Yun's body and the host was no longer moving.

As if oil was splashed onto Zhao's body, the flames quickly grabbed and burned him alive. A groan of pain faintly rang out and the body slowly stretched stiff. Moving just a little, making the bones melt faster.

Cracks!

Suddenly the flash of fire stopped after Zhao Yun accidentally broke the man's breastbone.

“Has he really stopped?” Once again Zhao Yun wondered to himself.

Heavy breathing and fatigue accumulate along with the snow falling slowly. The night moon was also increasingly seen shining, Zhao Yun was lying near a body that was no longer formed.

The demonic arts present in the host had gradually disappeared. It was as if the night wind was taking him away from Zhao's side.

The two Wang cousins who were out there were just speechless hugging their trembling legs.

The warriors who were now fighting in an area other than the middle north had looked up, because they felt what had just passed them, along with the gusts of wind tonight.

***

On the other side, the southern part.

The rebels with few numbers have fallen lifeless. The cult leaders who came there, unexpectedly would find a path covered with densely growing plants.

There is a cave large enough to accommodate thousands of people.

“I've never seen this. This area, who's holding it, anyway? To the point of not knowing the existence of a hidden path,” said Yang Jian.

Li Bai seemed to hide his expression with the paper fan, but the frown on his face was clearly visible.

“I don't know about this either. My bamboo house is also not close to this area,” said Li Bai.

“Hah, you're preoccupied with playing with a lot of women. Hence so there is never time to explore your own territory,” Yang Jian said once again.

“What did you say?” Li Bai stared intently at him. As if that wasn't true but he couldn't deny it.

“Have it, don't fight. By the way Leader Yin, where is it?” ask Wang Xian.

Instantly, the situation became momentarily silent. The presence of Leader Yin Ao Ran was also not felt after they found a cave.

“I'm sure, the cruel one has entered into,” said Yongchun while pointing into the cave. He referred to Leader Yin as, "The cruel one", because of his arrogant attitude, even though he admired her greatly.