230: C230 Light of the Cross

C230 Light of the Cross

Beneath the purple mountain, the sound of horses galloping could be heard incessantly. The group of steeds galloped on their horses at an incredibly fast speed, causing the ground to constantly shake.

There were around 30 people in this group, most of them had Bronze Mask s on their faces to cover their facial features, but the gazes that occasionally shot out, were extremely sharp and filled with iron blood Qi.

Furthermore, the Steel Cavalry that this group of people were riding were all Red Blood s, they were actually Snow Moon War Horses, Red Blood Cavalry.

Atop the Red Blood War-Horse at the front, unlike the iron blooded men on the war horses, it was actually a woman. Her figure was graceful, and she wore white clothing.

However, his aura was like that of an immortal, one could only see from afar.

The woman in the lead was Mengqing, with her snow-white clothes that fluttered like a fairy.

And the following crowd behind Mengqing was the Red Blood army, the Heavenly Sword Camp's people, the Red Blood Heavenly Sword.

After the war ended, the people of the Red Blood and Heavenly Sword followed Mengqing out to search for it. A few days later, due to a coincidence, they finally obtained the news from the Violet Myrtle Villa, and Lin Feng stepped onto the Purple Mansion on top of the purple gold mountain.

Therefore, Mengqing and the rest had travelled thousands of miles and madly rushed over, the journey did not stop for even a moment.

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And at the same time, at the peak of the Purple Mansion, in front of the Forbidden Earth Palace, after Lin Feng forced the Purple Mansion Ancestor to retreat, his body moved once again, and did not even stop for a moment. This time, he pulled Duan Xinye who was beside him, and with a step forward, he pulled Duan Xinye and arrived in front of Zi Ying.

"Roar …"

Lin Feng, had actually treated him as a soft persimmon, yet he, the dignified Palace Chief of the Purple Mansion, seemed to have become a weakling who couldn't even withstand a single blow. Lin Feng had grabbed onto someone during the time between his battles with the patriarch, and it seemed as if he could kill Zi Ying in an instant.

Normally, his position of being the Palace Chief of the Purple Mansion was extremely high. He also had the strength of the peak of the Spirit realm and could rule over a region. Within a circumference of five thousand miles, no one would not be respectful to him.

But today, Lin Feng, a young man, single-handed with a sword, stepped onto his Purple Mansion, killed his Purple Mansion people, and treated his purple shadow as trash, coming to kill him when there was a gap.

A terrifying purple shadow once again soared to the sky, Purple Light s filled the sky, purple shadow's entire body was wrapped in purple qi, berserk tyrant once again fiercely punched out.

"Twilight Sword!"

Lin Feng said indifferently, the long sword in his hand slashed across the void. This strike, was not dazzling, but it gave people a lonely and desolate feeling.

The heroes were late in life, and the warriors had their hands cut off.

Even if it was a genius filled with vigor, or a dazzling expert, there would always be a time when one had to face the twilight, when there would always be lonely people.

The Sword of the Morning Sun was brimming with vitality and surging vitality.

Sword of Light, tyrannical, powerful, the radiance of a scorching sun. It could shine down on everything, and it could also destroy everything.

The Setting Sun Sword, the Twilight Sword. It was as though any flashy life would come to an end, no matter how dazzling you once were.

Then, Zi Ying could clearly feel this feeling of dusk from the bottom of his heart. He used to rule over a region, but now, he was wantonly humiliated by Lin Feng. Wasn't this exactly the same as the situation he was in?

His heart trembled, the fist shadows that filled the skies seemed to grow dimmer by quite a bit. With a single sword strike, all of the grandeur they possessed all came to an end.

When the Sword of the Setting Sun landed, Zi Ying's body slowly collapsed to the ground. The hearts of the crowd violently trembled as well.

The Patriarch of Purple Mansion, Zi Ying, one sword, dead!

"Powerful!" The crowd felt numb in their hearts. Dead, Zi Ying was also killed by Lin Feng, their temperament was very strong.

Boom!

The purple light spiralled around Purple Mansion Ancestor's body and soared to the sky.

Lin Feng forced him to retreat, and in the next instant, he killed Zi Ying with a single sword strike. In front of his s and his Purple Mansion Ancestor s, he killed the Palace Chief of the Purple Mansion, Zi Ying.

This was not only a humiliation for those who had killed his descendants, but also a blatant humiliation for him. His Purple Mansion Ancestor was useless.

"I will dismember your body into a million pieces."

With a cold and sinister expression, Purple Mansion Ancestor stepped into the long corridor. As he took a step forward, the entire corridor trembled, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"Dismembered?" Lin Feng's eyes were cold and indifferent. "You said that once you come, I'll never have the chance to kill him. But how about it now, he's already a dead man."

"You will be buried with him."

Purple Mansion Ancestor took another step, and the trembling of the ground caused Lin Feng's heart to tremble as well. He was infuriated, the Purple Mansion Ancestor of the Profound Martial Stage was completely infuriated.

"Then we still have to give it a try."

Lin Feng placed Duan Xinye behind him, he then took a step forward, and his fighting intent soared to the sky.

Everyone in this space could clearly feel Lin Feng's battle intent. Even when facing the powerful existence of Profound Martial Stage, they still did not cower, nor did they feel any fear.

This was a true Martial Cultivator, with such a strong will, how could he not be strong. The reason Lin Feng had his current strength was not only because of his talent, but also because of his incomparably firm determination.

"Alright!"

Sensing Lin Feng's fighting intent, Purple Mansion Ancestor shouted angrily, he took a step forward, and surging energy surged within his body as the purple Strength of True Essence fiercely roared and rushed towards Lin Feng.

"Sword of Death."

Lin Feng waved his sword. With his being in the Heaven Man Unity realm, the power of the Sword of Death increased by an unknown amount. This sword had fused with the heaven and earth, and contained the concept of death.

"Rumble!"

The purple colored Strength of True Essence collided with the sword, releasing an incomparably powerful force from the sword. Lin Feng felt as if a mountain was being carried on his arm, heavy and oppressive.

Xuan Wu Realm people condense true essence. True essence is formed from endless heaven and earth origin energy. The power of true essence is countless times stronger than the power emitted by heaven and earth origin energy.

Even though it was just a casual blow, it was still unbearable for Lin Feng. Even the arm that was holding onto the sword was injured, and he retreated backwards.

"You overestimate yourself."

The Purple Mansion Ancestor said coldly, he stepped forward again, and the ground started to shake.

Another violent and overbearing punch was thrown towards Lin Feng. The purple True Essence turned into a spiral shape, and spouted out along his arm.

Boom!

With another violent explosion, Lin Feng groaned as he pulled Duan Xinye further back. The furious Purple Mansion Ancestor was like a Devil God.

"This is the difference between the Spiritual Martial Stage and the Profound Martial Stage realm, which is different from challenging those who are at a higher realm. There is an intrinsic change between Spiritual Martial Stage and the Profound Martial Stage."

Lin Feng thought, fighting, was for the experience, the experience of Profound Martial Stage, and also to test himself, to stimulate his own strength.

Sooner or later, he would have to step into the Profound Martial Stage, and the deeper his comprehension, the more useful it would be for him in the future when he stepped into the Profound Martial Stage.

"Although I can't win the battle, at least I have to leave something behind."

The fighting spirit ignited on Lin Feng's body did not decrease, his eyes stared straight at Purple Mansion Ancestor.

"Don't look at me. Facing Profound Martial Stage, you won't have any chance. Don't think of touching me at all.

The roaring purple True Essence became more and more intense.1

"Is that so?"

Lin Feng said softly, his body suddenly disappeared, transforming into a shadow.

"Is it going to work?"

Purple Mansion Ancestor sneered, how strong were the eyes and senses of the Profound Martial Stage? Although Lin Feng's martial skills were very powerful, Lin Feng's cultivation was after all, a Spiritual Martial Stage, so he couldn't display all of its power.

The Purple Light roared, it wanted to destroy everything, but at that moment, a sword pierced straight into the Purple Light, a Shadow Strike sword.

"Abandon the sword!"

Purple Mansion Ancestor sneered, his hand fiercely shook, and the sword was immediately wrapped by the Purple Light, stopping right in front of his throat, unable to take another step.

Lin Feng's figure appeared, stood in front of Purple Mansion Ancestor and coldly said: "Who said that Spiritual Martial Stage cannot harm Profound Martial Stage expert?"

"Cross Shadow Kill!"

With that said, Lin Feng's entire body transformed into a sword, an incomparably sharp sword that could destroy everything.

Both of his hands flashed with resplendent light, so fast that the spectators only saw a cross of light appearing in the middle of the air, as though it had always existed there. However, they understood that this cross of light had appeared just moments ago.

When Lin Feng had just finished speaking, the Purple Mansion Ancestor had already felt the danger and immediately had his purple True Essence defend. His body leaned to the side, but it was too late, the purple energy in front of his chest was instantly annihilated by the cross shaped attack. His clothes were torn apart and there was a huge clear cross on his chest that was as frightening as the cross of light in the air, flesh and blood could be seen.

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more. If he was slightly weaker, then this cross would have cut open his stomach and killed him.

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