The Swordsman of the Gods

080. The Swordsmen's Moans!

Yongchun turned his head, looking at Wang Xian who had the highest emotions out of so many people. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face sweaty.

“What because I just came out of hell, huh? I feel cold but my sweat keeps flowing.”

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The fight between the two strongest warriors was now a spectacle for them. Not a single move, silent in an unclear situation.

When did Leader Yongchun come?

Has he been there since?

Some questions came to mind of the warriors, the rebels and the inhabitants. There was not much they thought other than the course of the fight would determine the destiny of the empire.

Really so?

TRANGS!! The two swords clashed again in the cold air. Lurching straight ahead with longer sword eyes, Yongchun pierced Wang Xian's body but was still able to be restrained with a deep force covering his body.

Pulling his steps back, Yongchun prepared with an impending attack coming from the front. The black flames that came out from his eyes were getting smolder and longer until the wind could not extinguish them.

At first glance, the moonlight that was originally covered by fog began to show and highlight Yongchun's face full of scars. Yongchun's footrest could not be seen, his pace was too fast that it could not be predicted by the surroundings.

However, Wang Xian would not simply give up his head. He knew that he was currently acting, but of course his intention to kill this foreign swordsman could not be forgotten.

As it was difficult to dodge, Wang Xian was again successfully injured. His neck was scratched deeper, almost separated from his body. Immediately he jumped back and covered his wound with a beam of strength he had. Although he could only hold it for a while, at least the rest of the strength that Wang Xian had was still quite large.

For a moment, Yongchun was a little strange. There were not many words that he uttered other than an aura that was so gripping. It felt suffocating to him, especially as he approached and incised wounds on Yongchun's legs.

Bruk! Yongchun's legs were no longer able to stand. He bent his knees without any reaction.

“Is the show done?” Wang Xian asked as he raised his sword up high.

Perhaps Yongchun was currently on the verge of power itself. After a while, Yongchun grinned widely.

“You should attack me right now, you fool!” peeking Yongchun with a laugh.

Cras! It was not his sword that moved but the sword-shaped shadow that slashed Wang Xian's back.

“Wah, so. I forgot your attack that could be from anywhere,” he said chuckling with an unbalanced body.

Stepping back with blood flowing, little by little his wounds were covered thanks to the deep energy he had.

Wang Xian was sorry for wasting the opportunity. He began to swing his sword forcefully, the gusts of wind felt so great that even Yongchun's bound hair became scattered.

Taps! Yongchun rose again, the wounds on his legs disappeared without a trace. It then moved as Wang Xian also stepped up and swung the sword once more.

Incisions from the face to the front of his body began to appear. Deep scratches to make his blood flow nonstop. Yongchun momentarily fell silent while feeling the pain radiating.

“What you did exactly with Emperor Ming. Are you also part of hell itself?”

“The black ones are part of the devil art. I will not allow that despicable power to flow in my blood constantly. Wouldn't it be more suitable if you tied your body?” sindir Wang Xian with heavy footsteps. The trail was engraved on the road and began to position itself by holding the only sword.

“I don't think it's suitable,” deny Yongchun with annoyance.

The scarring moved and crept almost over his entire body, but before it happened as it would be bad, Yongchun attacked Wang Xian who was controlling this.

An extremely fast but slow slash as after scraping his face, Wang Xian shuddered instantly. The reflex he swung the sword directly into Yongchun's middle body.

Hoping that it could make him hurt but unfortunately, Yongchun jumped up and climbed the body of the sword. He smiled mockingly.

“Heh, are you really fighting me well?” So said. Enraging Wang Xian, the hateful emotions added up and bulldozed out through his inner energy.

The wind that he let out was large enough that dust and just about anything was thrown so far away. Then flipping over part of the sword's body, Yongchun came down and got a big hit, pushed aside so that he entered among the many crowds in the courtyard.

Many warriors, residents or rebels were affected only because Yongchun had hit their bodies.

“ARGHH!!”

Their screams and cries were heard as the handful of fingers were stepped on to the point of breaking. Yongchun continued to smile the entire time, noticing Wang Xian's movements which were already completely controlled by anger.

“He told others not to be instigated by the devil but look now? Wang Xian, you are not perfect as I imagined.”

Dissipating Wang Xian's existence with anger ignited, as a result of which he continued to attack blindly even unaware that the powerful attack almost wiped out his comrades.

It made Yongchun continue to giggle with amusement at seeing him who had gone mad. Yongchun only needed to dodge his attack while the attack was actually harming his own side.

“Stop!! Leader Wang Xian!!” leader Xie shouted with a trembling body. He was on the left side and then followed by a shout from Wang Xian's subordinates.

A portion of the Blue Lotus Sect moved by forcing both of their legs. Want to grab their leader so as not to attack rashly like this.

So too with the Night Mist Sect section. Start moving by aiming for the blind warrior.

But the rebels will not remain silent. In a moment, the aura Yongchun possessed shrank with time, which was why one by one they could move back without being affected by his strength.

The rebels moved and attacked the left side ferociously. Swinging weapons without a care for tricks, blindly like a massive war. The one who does not take up arms is the one who will first die.

No one escapes the rebel view, thanks to his power as a user of demonic arts, they are reluctant to leave even one of the warriors they have been living with all this time.

“WITHOUT EMPEROR MING, YOU GUYS CAN WHAT?!”

The screams echoed as if they were in a sizable cave. The sound that echoes makes them not stop swinging weapons at opponents. Blood splattered everywhere. Piling up and stomping made it look like a sea of blood.