Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 382

Jun Ning and Shen Wenxin stood side by side, their sleeves fluttering in the mountain breeze.

The former stroked the hilt with his fingertips, and the morning dew on the tassel suddenly condensed into ice crystals, while the latter slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, and the sword body reflected his image.

The two men's eyes were as fast as lightning, and they all fell on Min Xiao, Zhou Yuan, and Qu Yanhui - the powerful auras collided, and the clouds in the sky were actually torn apart, revealing the gloomy sky behind them.

Min Xiao's scarlet pupils glanced at them carelessly, and the curve at the corner of his lips was colder than a knife: "The righteous always like to put on such a life-and-death posture, which reminds me of the drama of the Wenxian Sect not long ago, where the same clan killed each other."

Among the demon cultivators that surged out like a tide behind him, there were a few familiar faces—they were the cultivators who rebelled at that time and the demons who were obviously not human.

Shen Wenxin's sword was unsheathed with a clang, and the sound of the sword was filled with anger like an icy blade: "The traitor shall be beheaded."

Jun Ning was faster than him.

The sword intent was invisible to begin with, and at this moment it turned into thousands of silver rays of light, piercing through the wrists of the demon cultivators the moment they raised their hands.

Those demon cultivators who tried to form seals fell like puppets with their strings cut, their weapons clanged on the rock surface, and the sparks that flew up were crushed into powder by Jun Ning's sword intent.

She hadn't even taken a step forward, but the water drops on her hem had already turned into white mist as her sword intent boiled. "Fellow Daoist Shen, how about leaving these miscellaneous soldiers to you?"

Jun Ning fixed his gaze on the demons that were rushing out. One of the demons raised his hand and a black fog covered the sky and the sun. Wherever it passed, the rocks collapsed and turned into black sand and gravel that was swept away by the fog and wind.

The valley on the other side of the rock top collapsed with a loud bang, blowing off half of the mountain. In the dust rising from the broken rocks, demons with long horns and vertical pupils swung their snake-like tails and pounced on them. Their faces were covered with dark scales, and there were saw-like bone blades on their fingertips. They roared inhuman war cries in their throats, like monsters that had shed the last layer of human disguise.

"Leave these demons to me."

Min Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky, only to see that the originally clear clouds were collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and purple-blue space cracks were spreading in the clouds - Jun Ning and Shen Wenxin were deliberately moving the battlefield away.

Shen Wenxin's sword was blocked by someone's horizontal sword, and the sound of metal hitting stone caused the cliff wall to break into pieces and fall.

The traitor was still smiling despite the blood seeping from his mouth. His knuckles were blue and white from gripping the sword too tightly. "What is the right path? Why don't you tell me when you are going to execute my son Yan Feng with the criminal law?!"

There was hatred in his eyes, but the edge of his sword was trembling.

"Hypocrisy? How dare you say that! Are you referring to the hypocrisy of your beastly son who used innocent people as a cauldron and turned a deaf ear to it?! Considering that you were not involved and have a good reputation, they didn't punish you severely. It seems that they are really stupid! It's not your turn to make a comment, a filthy thing."

Shen Wenxin flicked his wrist to deflect Yan Li's sword, and the sword light pierced his left shoulder like a startled wild goose. "You have failed to educate your son properly, and you have allowed him to commit crimes and betray the righteous path! Today I will make you pay back tenfold!"

"Shen Wenxin! Why do you have to act so hypocritical!"

"You're just pretending!"

Compared to Shen Wenxin who was cursing and swearing, on the other side, Jun Ning flicked his fingertips and sword techniques surged out from under his sleeves.

Before the black mist exhaled by the demons touched her clothes, it was twisted into thousands of fireflies by the invisible sword intent - not ordinary sword lights, but silver light like broken diamonds that weaved a web in the mist. Every grain of light was wrapped in a biting cold, freezing the stinking demonic energy in the black mist into ice crystals that fell to the ground.

She tapped the rock surface with her toes, and the white mist on the hem of her clothes suddenly condensed into frost flowers, and when she turned around, it transformed into thirty-two sword shadows that attacked in all directions.

The bone blade of the long-horned demon brushed her ear and chopped down. Jun Ning turned around and stepped aside. The sword box in her sleeve exploded with a loud bang. Seventy-two spirit swords broke through the clouds like a startled wild goose. The ice patterns flowing on the swords were instantly covered with dark scales of the demons. Jun Ning had much better sword skills than Shen Wenxin. When she used her skills, she would bring her own spirit sword instead of sharing a wave of spirit swords.

The monster roared and swung its tail, but as soon as the tip of the tail swept the rock, it was chopped into powder by the sword intent, and fine sword marks were frozen in the fragments.

Jun Ning raised her hand and waved it lightly, and the horns of the leading demon suddenly burst into silver light. When the sword intent penetrated from the center of its eyebrows, the demon's eyes still reflected the unmelted frost on the hem of her clothes.

When the last demon pounced at her, she tapped her toes on the collapsed rocks, and at that moment she leaped up, all her natal swords gathered behind her to form an inverted galaxy.

The demon's bone blade was about to touch her throat, but she saw her fingertips brushing the hilt of the sword, and thousands of sword shadows suddenly turned into snow butterflies - it was not an illusion, but real frost flowers condensed into butterfly wings, which fluttered with the sword intent and cut off the demon's claws.

When the last dark scale was nailed to the broken rock by the sword light, Jun Ning was already standing with his hands behind his back where the dust had settled. The water droplets on the hem of his clothes had unexpectedly condensed into crystal clear ice beads, reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

At this time, Shen Wenxin swept the sword across, and the sword energy was as cold as frost, nailing several traitors to the rugged rocks.

The bright red blood beads flowed down the moss-covered rock surface. The sole of his boot rolled over the hidden weapon thrown by the traitor when he fell. He sneered, "You were all respected in the past, but now you can use such vicious means. You are really getting more and more shameless."

Veins popped out of Yan Li’s neck, and black blood oozed out of his seven orifices, but he still laughed hoarsely: “Did you see that? This is what you call the righteous path! Even when killing people... you have to put on a compassionate look to save sentient beings! Who did you save?!”

Shen Wenxin chuckled: "How can it not be considered as a transfer if I take you to the west heaven? I am a swordsman who only transfers noobs."

The other few people didn't want to die, and cried out: "Ah! Spare our lives... We just don't want to be abandoned anymore..."

They were all in tears, with their nails digging deep into the cracks in the rocks, looking so pitiful.

Jun Ning's sword tip trembled slightly, and those traitors who had been planted with demon cores suddenly held their heads and screamed. The nuclear crystals in their dantian were being crushed by the sword intent like peeling off silk threads from a cocoon, and the poisonous oath they swore when they defected to the demon clan in the past also collapsed - this is the natural restraint of the ruthless cultivators against these things related to demonic energy. Before they kill the physical body, they will kill the demon in their hearts first.

Only Min Xiao stood there with his arms folded, a dark gleam of interest surging in his scarlet pupils, as if he was watching a carefully choreographed drama.

Knowing that this guy has many ways to commit suicide, he can't do anything about it, but Shen Wenxin might as well strike back with a sword to vent his anger first.

The sword blade brushed past Min Xiao's temple, leaving a bloody mark on his earlobe. Shen Wenxin demonstrated the tradition of veteran swordsmen provoking before a battle to the fullest.

"The sword I'm waiting for hasn't drunk the pureblood of the demon race for a long time. I don't know when I'll have that chance again."

Min Xiao's fingertips brushed the blood on his earlobe, and he suddenly licked the corner of his lips: "Boring, I'm not here to fight with you, wait until you break the Xuanyin Sect's formation."

He led the remaining people and turned into the black fog. Before leaving, he glanced at Liu Jiqian who was still entangled with Tianjiao.