The Swordsman of the Gods

029. The Demon Art Part III

Found a cave, which might be the place where the rebels gathered inside. The cult leaders went inside but there was a branching road, so their group was divided into two.

Some of them to the right while the rest to the left. Where Yongchun is currently with Xie Xie and Yang.

Before long they traced the path to the left, they found some warriors whose strength was almost at the stage of nirvana. Fortunately there were those who helped Yongchun so that the fight did not gradually last long.

Bruk!

“Hm, they are strong enough to be our size. But this is quite profitable for us because so far no opponent can fight with this persistence,” said Xie Xie, removing the cigar pipe. He used the power of the fog to attack.

“Don't let your guard down just because they're almost as good as us. Here I sensed something bigger,” chirped Yang Jian who used his sword to slash at them.

“True what Leader Yang said. This hatred is indeed seen gathering into one but, there is one hatred is big enough to look towering into the sky,” said Yongchun. He just stood up and never raised his sword because everything had been easily cleared by the two people.

“Hey, Wang Yongchun. For today, I ask you to be more careful when stepping forward.” Yang Jian spoke as if to inform him that in a moment or after this there would be something.

“Yes, today is quite strange I just by being with you two. But strangely I feel lucky because there is no Leader Wang.”

Yongchun might grumble if there was Wang Xian there. But he still did not understand what Yang Jian had meant that day.

Taps!

For a long time they have walked the path, and sometimes they find sometimes weak and strong rebel warriors uncertain. You could say, a strategy pattern that is not easily readable. As if they were the origin of making him fight as he wished.

And now, as soon as Yongchun and the two cult leaders turned to the right, they met a male figure who suddenly let out a dangerous force, and they turned their heads, so big that it can be felt by some of the warriors out there.

“This demon art again?!”

“Yes, that's right! No mistake again!”

Yang Jian and Xie Xie instantly goosebumps for a moment. That demonic art emitted a much greater power than before. Likewise with Yongchun, he felt weak and his eyes again reacted unnaturally.

“Yongchun! What's wrong with you?” xie Xie asked, holding his shoulder.

“Uh, yes? I'm fine ..” Yongchun's frown furrowed, he drew both of his swords a sign he was ready to attack the figure.

The figure of the man in front of them also began to open his mouth and speak, “Welcome to our place, even though it is only a cave. Should I welcome you?” He said it in a sitting position underestimating the three of them.

The figure was smoldering, the blazing flames around the man's body were black in color. Yongchun reluctantly held himself back and his pupils trembled, but when he should not have felt this, Yongchun slashed the man with both swings of his sword.

“We get this done soon.”

“I thought he was the last enemy, the rebel leader from behind the scenes, really?” thought Xie Xie.

The Devil Art was in the figure of the man who was now sitting arrogantly. The attack of the powerful Yongchun was not powerful even against him. It's like touching what doesn't exist.

“Soaring!” yell Xie Xie. Removing smoke from his cigar pipe, making a struggling fog surrounded the rebel chief. Slowly the burning fire shrank.

The drap! The drap!

The two people who reached the stage of nirvana came in long robes, their faces completely invisible.

Yongchun clucked in annoyance, bellowed towards Xie Xie then let out a gripping aura to the surroundings, he darted towards Xie Xie where the two people were coming, he dashed out, then he slashed at them without the slightest hesitation.

“I thought you were the type of person who wouldn't kill while you could use it,” thought Xie Xie.

“He's no hope. Their souls were sold by the Devils you were referring to earlier,” Yongchun explained.

“You turned out to be really cruel too.”

“Didn't you make no difference?” sahut Yongchun stared in astonishment at Xie Xie.

“Hei! Help me out front here, you!” amuk Yang Jian's.

Yang Jian looked overwhelmed avoiding that burst of flames. However it was still that the man sat down while attacking Yang Jian casually as if those he was fighting against could be easily defeated.

Funny to think that, right? Yongchun darted towards him, directing the two empty swords to pierce his skull.

Wush!

Out of nowhere the wind came, making the fire now grab Yongchun's face. Until the blindfold came off, the eyelid opened as if it could see further. That then aura that flowed from within him was swift enough that Yang Jian and Xie Xie realized that the two figures were the same.

The two thought the same thing as, "It turns out to be true so. This fellow is indeed as dangerous as a swordsman who studies demonic arts."

The rebel leader had been on the back screen, the power of black flames was now radiating to the back side towards where Xie Xie was. At first he just sat down now he got up and did not care about the Yongchun attack.

“Nona Xie, quickly dodge from there!”

But it was too late, as if the night mist was suffocating. Unexpectedly and this was completely absurd, just with the flames approaching him even made Xie Xie collapse. It was as if his inner energy was being sucked.

“It's bad! Go Yongchun! Quickly end this!”

“Without your order, I will definitely end it! For the sake of the unification of my safe country! Haaa!!” yongchun exclaimed, unsheathed the sword and pierced the front body of the man.

The concentration of black overcomes the darkness of night, it travels faster even though it is not like a fire that travels faster. Surround in caves around them. Thinking that this was a demonic art power that was hard to defeat, but they would not want to just stand still.

Yang Jian concentrated his profound energy into the tip of the sword along with some light-colored shadows formed in the air. Become a weapon in one attack.

The cwak! The cwak!

Stabbing the body of the man who was still grinning with satisfaction. Once again Yang Jian slashed his neck but the black flames were blocking. Yongchun acted faster, with the same concentration of aura he attacked.

“Yongchun, look in all your directions!”