XIAO SHUXIANG'S

468 - The Curse of the Forbidden Technique

The black-clothed swordsman continued to laugh and only completely stopped when he felt tired. Really, that was such an amazing sight that he wanted to see it once again.

[".. You guys saw that, right? That's the real risk of the demonic technique you're learning. Well, now how do you handle it?"]

The tone of voice of the swordsman contained contempt. His eyes flashed as he stared at one of the pale-looking disciples of the Skull Sword Party. The disciple did not flinch, his eyes kept pointing forward and he was like it was hard to swallow. When observed well, his hand holding the sword seemed to tremble.

The black-clothed man who was the swordsman of a Black Stream party in the Middle Sky Empire was seen walking over. He whispered something in the ears of the swordsman of the Skull Sword Party.

["I guess.. You also have the same thoughts as your partner whose body exploded earlier. The one who gave you this immortal body apparently instilled a terrible curse that even you yourself were unaware of. Aahs.. I can see on your face, you didn't expect this.."] The black-clothed man's smile expanded, he had more useful techniques against enemies than using weapons.

[".. I saw you scared too. You're starting to doubt that guy, aren't you? What's name..? Qian Kun.?"]

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["No, no..! Stay away from me!"]

The disciple from the Skull Sword Party swung his sword, but was repelled easily by the black-clothed man. He was about to attack again, but suddenly his chest felt tight.

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The incident that Tong Due experienced again happened to the disciples of the Skull Sword Party. He felt the heat on his throat and stomach. His hands, feet, and face are now swollen.

There were two large, blackish-green hands that appeared on his chest. There was a grinning mouth on that huge palm. In the next instant, one of the hands gripped the head of the Skull Sword Party disciple and then ate it.

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The sound as his head was chewed made those who heard him creep in fear. Not long after, the disciple's body exploded and left only pieces of flesh strewn about. While the heart that is weak and hidden somewhere seems to turn dark black, before it explodes.

Swordsmen and cultivators from the Black Stream who witnessed the incident could instantly understand. They had to make the enemy think of betraying Qian Kun or doubting the figure.

In this way, they can make the curse on the opponent's body active so no longer need to look for a heart hidden in various places in order to win.

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There were about four Skull Sword Party disciples who watched their fellow students' bodies and Tong Due's bodies explode. Although now they know that there are restrictions that cannot be violated, but still their hearts are shaky.

The disciples from the Skull Sword Party began to question Qian Kun's identity to themselves. There was a small speck of disbelief in the fox masked figure that made them doubtful.

Unfortunately, their actions even activate the curse. The disciples instantly felt claustrophobic, one of them shouted and said they did not want to die. It was just that next, his veins suddenly broke, his entire body spurting blood and like he had just been hit by the incision of dozens of swords.

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A terrifying sight, let alone his face starting to blacken before finally falling to the ground.

A large hand came out from his back. The appearance of the hand was like a tree that suddenly penetrated the skin, tore clothes, and then showed a terrible grin that was on its palm.

The head of the disciple was eaten, this was also experienced by his three comrades. While on the other hand, the warriors who were not included in Qian Kun's followers could only watch without knowing what to do.

Siu Yixin did not say anything either. He was too much informed to the point that his lips were too faint to speak in his stylish tone.

["Ha ha ha.. It's admirable. Whoever was the brain that ruled them, he definitely did not want his identity revealed. He instilled a merciless curse altogether.. Ha ha ha, awesome."]

["Why are you laughing and looking so passionate? Is this funny to you?"]

A warrior admonished the black-clad man. There should not be any misfortunes that the enemy experiences being laughed at like this. In any case, the disciples of the Skull Sword Party were merely victims that were being utilized.

[".. We should've helped them. Those guys still deserve a second chance,"]

["Hmph, second chance you said..? What are you-"]

["Annu.. I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation, but Look There!"] the black-clothed swordsman with the white vest pointed at the dead body of the cultivator who was dead and scattered not far from his sight range.

The bodies moved and then rose again. The neck and body parts were separated, now connected back by a red thread that came out of nowhere.

["Jeez. Problem one is not finished and now there's more.."]

["Either what I have done wrong in my previous life has to go through this much difficulty.."]

Two warriors from the White Stream touched their chests while exhaling. The faces of both of them were pale and the look in their eyes no longer showed any spirit.

They were all tired and wanted to rest now, but it seemed like the enemy was not allowing them to do that.

The black-clothed man who was with them just stared straight and was like preparing to fight again. He did not care about the complaints of his comrades or the complaints of other warriors. He likes to fight. He likes fights that make his blood boil.

["All right, now it's getting exciting."] The smile on his face, the look on his eyes, is strangely shiny.

Siu Yixin blinked, the young man made her remember someone who was also very fond of fighting. A figure who will most likely feel trembling so happy when seeing this chaotic scene.

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The Swordsman of the Black Stream suddenly shot up first. He attacked the corpses with a sword movement that seemed wild. Siu Yixin was stunned, but the next second she realized she had to take part in the limelight.

He also darted. Siu Yixin drew her sword while in midair and instantly slashed at the four corpses with a single strike.

He received praise from the Black Stream cultivator who had previously attacked first. The two of them are now working together to deal with the corpses of the living warriors.

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Siu Yixin's sword clashed with the opponent's weapon. He gasped because the corpse he was facing had a nimble movement, as if it had not lost its ability in sword after death.

This is so weird. The undead should have slow and chaotic movements, not be full of this kind of fighting technique. Siu Yixin was even barely slashed if she wasn't careful.

He blinked and started jumping backwards. In the air, rapidly flying insects appeared on Siu Yixin's body and more and more. His body disappeared and the flying insect that was the Hell Ant started attacking the enemy.

The battle is getting more and more unsolved. At the same time Nie Shang also increasingly panicked to see the condition of his inn that had really been torn apart.

Nie Shang's face looked extremely pale, his clothes were dirty and his appearance was so chaotic. Not to mention Mo Huai who was somehow in his present state, the young man was likely still trapped in the crowd or could have been killed by a stampede.

"Yes God.. Mo Huai was young. Its body was short and weaker than a wooden twig. I don't want to imagine anything, but I've been waiting a long time and he hasn't been here yet.."

Nie Shang leaned over and held onto his knee. He tried to catch his breath well even though his chest was now so tight. The dust from the swordsmen's fight and the various loud sounds had tormented him.

".. I'm really gonna die. This is so bad.. Why should there be chaos when Brother Xiao and the others are not in the Middle Continent?!" Nie Shang rubbed his face, he wanted to faint, but did not know how.

There was nowhere safe here, even now he still had to be careful with the stray attacks coming. Moreover, he was not only protecting himself, but also responsible for keeping the guests in his inn in order to get out alive from this place.

Nie Shang stared at the seven-meter-high wall before him. He could have jumped out easily, but the people with him including the little ones would have trouble climbing the wall.

Nie Shang was indeed weak, he could not take part in the fight. But he was still confident that he could make a hole in the wall in front of him, of course this was not an easy job.

Nie Shang's messy appearance came from his attempt to knock down the thick wall in front of him. He has been doing it for a long time and has made little changes.

"Mr Nie Shang! Try and try again..!"

"Mr Nie Shang, you're the only cultivator here. You're our only hope..!"

"Master Nie Shang..!"

Suppose the walls weren't that high, they might have asked Nie Shang for help. The back wall of the Thousand Year Staying area was too high compared to the one on the front. Only me the front area is a battleground that can somehow end.

Nie Shang opened his fan, he told the people around him to back off and gave him some space. He refocused and this time used all his strength.

"I don't have the talent to be a swordsman, as long as you know that. So if now the wall is falling, then you must go and try to defend your own lives..!"

Nie Shang's hand swung strongly and an attack hit the thick wall. A loud sound was heard along with the formation of a sizable hole.

Nie Shang coughed as a result of the dust generated from his attack. He did not have time to feel happy because it took dozens of experiments until his attacks came to fruition. Truly, whoever he hired that day to make a sturdy wall of lodging was a figure of a great building expert.

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The people who were with Nie Shang were happy that they were free. They were all racing out through the hole in the wall even though the dust was still very thick.

Uncompleted Nie Shang coughed, a shout sounded from within the steaming dust. This spontaneously made him and the others again feel alert.

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Something was thrown out from the dust and hit a dead man who was right beside Nie Shang. It was a cultivator in a gray uniform with various wounds on his body.

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Many people came back running in. Nie Shang just wanted to make a move as the man nearby suddenly just shouted in pain.

His eyes widened when he knew that the cultivator who had hit one of his guests was a dead figure and apparently was-

["Living Life..!! Save yourself.!"]

"Run..!!"

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Had Nie Shang's heart not been strong, he might have been completely gone by now. Not finished his headache, and the problems in his inn, now appeared even more complicated problems.

["Please..! Aakh.!"]

Nie Sang stepped back with a very pale vow and a faltering breath. He had trouble swallowing when he saw how the efforts of his innkeeper were struggling from the undead attack.

The grey-clothed cultivator had a terrible face. He had no intention of letting go of his prey and continued to bite. Because the atmosphere was not too dark, or it could be said that this was not the night - the horrible scenes were very clear.

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Nie Shang actually wanted to help, but he was not a competent cultivator. One look at him already knew that disturbing the undead would be the end of his death.

"I.. I'm sorry.." Nie Shang's voice trembled, he again stepped back and felt like this was already within his limits.

Nie Shang turned around and intended to save himself when suddenly someone knocked him down. His back, butt, and head hurt. He grimaced, but suddenly his premonition became unpleasant.

Nie Shang had just noticed well who had hit him. His facial expression could no longer be revealed. His entire body trembled knowing who was on it and was firmly gripping his shoulders.

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The appearance of the person who struck Nie Shang was actually quite handsome if he did not have three incisions on his face, no blackish thin veins, not too pale skin, and had intact eyes.

This figure can even get some pretty girls if his neck is connected properly, including with some parts of his body.

The figure began to open its mouth wide. He exposed his sharp teeth to Nie Shang and the depth of his mouth that was like a reddish-black cave.

Nie Shang shouted with his eyes closed. He was really unable to move let alone fight back. His shout grew louder as he felt the figure before him begin to look down.

Nie Shang felt his heart about to jump out of his ear. He could not move his body even though he wanted to. His left shoulder was so painful that it almost left him dead.

When she felt that her life was over, Nie Shang saw a white light flashed through the blurry tears. The body of the figure above him instantly bounced and smashed into the undead body that nearly killed one of the guests in his inn.

A young man set his foot on the ground. Her clean white clothes seemed to flutter played by the wind. With his arrival, he had stolen the attention of the undead to attack him.

Nie Shang was unable to get up yet, but a hand stretched out and helped him stand up. He had just clearly seen the face of his helper figure which turned out to be Ling Lang Tian.

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Nie Shang's cry broke out, he hugged the young man gratefully for not being the food of the undead. He hugged the patriarch of that Sky Pagoda Sect very tightly.

Ling Lang Tian himself was somewhat shocked by this hug, but the response was not apparent on his flat face. With her trademark cold voice, she asked Nie Shang to stop crying.

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Ling Lang Tian slightly narrowed his eyes and then took out his Swordsman Aura. He made the undead difficult to move and the people who were within the range of his aura could sense his presence.

Actually anyone who entered into the range of the Swordsman Aura would feel like being hit by a large stone, depending on how strong the perpetrator who gave off the aura was. If the person has high practice. Swordsman aura is able to make the opponent feel tightness in his chest, vomiting blood, unconsciousness, or worse than that.

The range of this aura is also different. The closer to the position of the aura user, the more dangerous the impact will be. Honestly speaking, there were actually not many cultivators who gave off their short aura with maximum range. That is because the Swordsman Aura issued also affects his own colleagues to experience what the enemy feels.

It was different with Ling Lang Tian. He has improved a lot so far. Even now he was able to control his Swordsman Aura to be harmless to his comrades.

"Take care of your wounds," Ling Lang Tian slowly released Nie Shang's embrace. There wasn't much time to chat now, he still had to deal with the mess that was happening.

"Don't go. Please don't leave me.. I don't want to die," Nie Shang had seen his helper arrive, he didn't want to be left alone. The look in his eyes was hopeful, he was tightly holding Ling Lang Tian's arm.

"You go to the Sky Pagoda Sect. You'll be safe there,"

"But the journey was so far away, I couldn't use a flying sword for too long. Siu Yixin used to drive me there, and now I don't know where she is.."

Ling Lang Tian blinked. Nie Shang cried and was completely terrified. He exhaled and then nodded slowly.

"You're a hassle."

"I-I know, that's why I'm begging you. Please save me.."

"Then let go of your embrace,"

Nie Shang was reluctant to let go of his embrace, but he still complied. Although Ling Lang Tian's presence was a miracle to him, he was still aware that this young man should not be mentioned.

"Stay within my range of sight, then you will remain safe." Ling Lang Tian's voice was cold and full of authority. He rushed towards the undead and attacked them.

The lands in the Middle Continent were indeed no match for cultivators, but Ling Lang Tian who had lived here his entire life - he had gotten used to it. So fighting those nimble undead was no big deal to him.

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Ling Lang Tian was truly amazing. His footsteps were measured well until there was no excess movement. He easily snatched the sword of one of the corpses and used it to attack. His own heirloom sword was still inside its sheath and had yet to be pulled out. It was likely that he would only do so when fighting a worthy enemy.

On the other hand, Miao Gang felt the wind blowing in opposite directions. His premonition said that a big time was near, the times where this chaos would be at the third stage.

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