Chapter 24: Devil's Blade

  "Nine Heavens Divine Dragon Strike"

  Tang An's sword tip pointed forward, his body spinning in mid-air, as if a divine dragon was striking directly at Wang Ruitu.

  This sword was exactly what he had come to realize when dealing with the Western Territory's demonic sword, Duōluó. At this moment, the sword's killing intent was flowing and circulating, replacing the original Qinglong Jian, making this move even more powerful, faster, and more lethal.

  Above the blue sky, the sunset has already slanted to the west, leaving only a touch of blood color. The crowd looked up and happened to see a divine dragon appearing behind Tang An's back, faintly visible in the blue sky. And the front end of this divine dragon was exactly the divine dragon sword that Tang An had urged all the killing swords to pierce out.

  On that day, those who were fortunate enough to witness Tang An's battle at the Tiger and Leopard Encampment had already begun to widen their eyes. At that time, they did not clearly see the majesty of this Nine Heavens Divine Dragon because Tang An's opponent, Du Luo, was already doomed to defeat the moment Tang An entered the Heavenly Realm. Perhaps on that day, Tang An's Divine Dragon Strike also did not unleash all its power.

  Today, however, Tang An's opponent is the Shu Shan Seven Extremes Sword, a renowned Tian Jing expert with many years of fame. Many older generation people think that Tang An will surely die today because Wang Ruitu has been famous for over thirty years already.

  Who dares to underestimate this sword that has made a name for itself in thirty years?

  In mid-air, Tang An's body was surrounded by a violent and abnormal black sword aura, but this sword aura formed a whirlpool-like shape, slowly concentrating on the tip of Tang An's sword.

  And this sword tip is pointing directly at Wang Ruitu.

  Above the blue sky, the nine heavens divine dragon reappears

  Wang Ruitu, he can't hide anymore

  Wang Ruitu looked at the sword attacking him, but there was no fear on his face.

  He has great confidence in his defensive artifact. This artifact was left to him by his master. It is said that this artifact was passed down by the founder of the Red Gold Sword, the True Man of Red Gold. With the attacking power of a Tianjing strongman, this artifact can withstand ten attacks without being destroyed.

  However, he was extremely wary of Tang An's Black Sword Yuan. Because just a moment ago, he discovered that the spiritual energy stored in his artifact had been directly consumed by one-third. Calculating this way, he could only withstand three attacks from Tang An, and after three times, the spiritual energy in the artifact would be depleted and could no longer be used.

  At this moment, the artifact had already withstood one of Tang An's attacks. If he were to be stabbed again, he would only have one last chance left. Wang Ruitu didn't dare waste these remaining two chances, so he desperately urged on his true yuan, attempting to clash with Tang An's killing sword yuan.

  "Heh heh"

  Two sword auras intersected in mid-air, and the killing sword only touched Wang Ruitu's sword aura. Wang Ruitu immediately felt an enormous pressure coming from his heart.

  The killing intent on Tang An's sword had already merged into his divine sense, and this divine sense was about to merge with the heavens and earth.

  "Could he have also reached the edge of the Great Heaven Realm?" Wang Ruitu, although possessed by a demon, had an extremely great fear of this killing sword in his heart. As if that endless killing intent could really slaughter himself.

  He gave in... He didn't dare to play with his own life.

  "Boom"

  The protective artifact on Wang Ruitu's body appeared again, blocking this attack for him. Unfortunately, under the shining light of this protective artifact, it did not protect his entire body, only protecting his vital parts.

  A drop of fresh blood seeped out from his left shoulder... Wang Ruitu felt a slight pain in his shoulder, he turned his head back incredulously and stretched out his hand to touch his shoulder.

  His shoulder was wet and sticky with blood, which was warm and thick... He suddenly put the fresh blood to his lips, tasted it, very salty.

  "Am I actually hurt? How many years has it been since I've been injured? Is it ten, or twenty? I don't seem to recall..."

  Tang An stood in the void, just a short distance in front of Wang Ruitu. His chest heaved, gasping for air in big gulps. The sword strike from earlier had already used up all his sword yuan, and at this moment, his meridians were somewhat empty. However, he still left behind a thread of sword yuan, which although small in quantity, was the most refined part of him.

  It is the killing sword in his heart

  Tang An's forehead was covered in sweat, he wiped away the sweat on his forehead, and stared firmly at Wang Ruitu. The protective artifact on Wang Ruitu's chest had a flowing aura, but its brightness had already decreased to less than half of what it was earlier.

  "As expected, this treasure also has its limits. It seems that as long as I attack him once more, this protective treasure will shatter. Once the treasure breaks, Wang Ruitu will no longer be able to withstand my sword. Today is his day of death."

  …………

  Tang An and Wang Ruitu floated on both sides of the canyon, with dark winds blowing in the canyon, pitch black. The howling wind that came from it was like the mournful cry of a ghost from the underworld.

  Tang An and Wang Ruitu's exchange this time was slow to speak of, but in reality it was as fast as lightning. From start to finish, the people watching from both sides of the Azure Waterfall Grand Canyon only felt their eyes blur for a moment, a flash of light in the air, and then Tang An and Wang Ruitu, two great masters of the Heavenly Realm, separated, with Wang Ruitu's shoulder already stained with fresh blood, while Tang An was left looking disheveled.

  Their speed is really too fast. Can't see clearly at all.

  On one side of the canyon, Mu Hongyu and Xiao Xie stood in mid-air on top of a mountain peak.

  Xiao Yan's face was filled with indignation, her mouth pouted as she shouted loudly: "Xiao Mu, let me go quickly! I want to help Xiao Tang An, help him get rid of that white-haired old man. He's so annoying, looks so ugly and has such an unpleasant voice. Xiao Yan hates people who think they're superior the most! Xiao Mu, don't worry, he definitely can't beat me!"

  Muhong Yu tightly grasped Xiao Xie, not letting her move forward. In fact, she was more worried about Tang An than anyone else at this moment. However, judging from the current situation, Tang An still had the upper hand. Moreover, Muhong Yu knew that Tang An would never agree to let others intervene recklessly.

  She pulled Xiao Xie, who was struggling to move forward and help. In the past two days, Tang An hadn't said much to Xiao Xie, but Xiao Xie thought he was a great person. Because in these few days since coming down from the mountain, he had eaten the most comfortably ever. No matter what he wanted to eat or buy, Butler Uncle would always smile and satisfy his every request. This was unimaginable for Xiao Xie on Tian Shan. Master always told Xiao Xie to be more sensible. But here with Tang An, he never said that to Xiao Xie.

  "Xiao Tang An is Xiao Xie's friend, and when it comes to fighting, how can friends not help each other? Besides, Xiao Xie is very powerful." Thinking of this, Xiao Xie began to struggle again: "Xiao Mu, let me go quickly. I want to go and help. Look, that white-haired scoundrel is starting to act suspiciously, he's going to harm Xiao Tang An!"

  But no matter how hard Xiao Xie struggled, she was firmly held by Mu Hongyu.

  "Xiao Xie, we have to believe in him. If we intervene now, even if he wins, he'll still be unhappy about it. This guy, although he never brings these things up, is actually a very proud person. As his friends, we absolutely can't doubt him. You must remember this point, or else you won't be able to make friends with him."

  "But..."

  Xiao Xie heard this and pouted her mouth, but she didn't say anything else. She just kept looking at the scene in front of her.

  Taking advantage of Mu Hongyu's inattention, Xiao Ye secretly took out a small red bead from his pocket and grasped it in his hand. This was the Huanyuan Pili Pearl that Xiao Ye had unintentionally stolen from his master, Tian Shanmen. Although it looked small, it was actually a powerful artifact with immense power.

  "Xiao Xie doesn't care about that much. If Xiao Xie sees Xiao Tang An being beaten up and doesn't help, Xiao Xie can't do it. Hmph, that white-haired person, if Xiao Tang An is in danger later, Xiao Xie will use this Thunder Pearl to blow you up." Thinking of this, Xiao Xie stopped arguing with Mu Hongyu and was ready to throw out the Thunder Pearl at any time.

  …………

  Tang Anli stood in mid-air, staring tightly at Wang Ruitu.

  Wang Ruitu's face had long since lost any vitality of a living person, his complexion was as pale as paper, looking extremely terrifying, that appearance was not much better than an undead.

  Tang An hung his sword, and the frost turned to snow, shining brightly in the sky. With a flick of his sword, he pointed at Wang Ruitu, but suddenly opened his mouth and said: "Wang Ruitu, it's been ten years. Did you know? Every day I imagined what it would be like when I saw you again. But I never thought our meeting would be so soon, so unbelievable."

  Originally, I thought ten years was too short for me. If I had become an artist and gone to Mount Shu to find you again, I'm afraid it would have taken at least thirty years. Who could have expected that heaven's will would play tricks on people like this? Wang Feng actually came to Yanjing City, and coincidentally ran into me. Tell me, if I don't kill him, can I justify the old man's arrangements?

  Wang Ruitu didn't say a word, his face as calm as ever. Tang An looked at him and burst out laughing. His laughter was unbridled, and under the transmission of the True Yuan Force, more than 100,000 people on both sides of the valley also heard it. However, everyone who heard the laughter couldn't help but feel a boundless sense of desolation in their hearts, without knowing why.

  Tang An smiled, but his face grew colder and colder, his eyes became more and more devoid of human color, the long sword in his hand was still dripping with fresh blood, making him look even more like a god of slaughter.

  "You're already dead, what's there to say to you, this demon head... Haha... It's really laughable that Wang Ruitu of Shushan has become a demon... The orthodox way of the world, the number one sword sect in the world, the leader of the Shushan Sword Sect, has actually become a demon... In the whole world, there is no more ridiculous joke than this."

  Tang An smiled, but just then, Wang Ruitu's eyes suddenly opened wide, and two beams of light shot straight at Tang An.

  In an instant, Wang Ruitu's momentum suddenly became fierce. The killing intent on his body also seemed to rise like a wave, constantly impacting the new peak.

  In the canyon, a strong gust of wind suddenly rose, and the mournful cry of the ghostly figure echoed through the sky and earth on both sides of the canyon. The mountains and rivers above were filled with flying sand and rolling rocks. People in the canyon turned around one by one to cover their faces, for the wind and sand were too strong, stinging painfully when blown onto their faces.

  "Rumble, rumble~~~~"

  For some reason, in this clear sky, a low and oppressive thunder suddenly sounded

  There is no cloud in the sky, how can there be thunder?

  Thunder is the sound of the righteous path between heaven and earth. When a demon king appears in the world, how can it not thunderously warn the world?

  "Ah"

  Wang Ruitu's brush danced wildly, suddenly letting out a mournful and piercing howl. The cry was heart-wrenching, as if he were enduring immense suffering.

  The scarlet longsword in his hand had been thrown to one side, and as soon as it left his hand, it fell directly into the deep valley from high above. Then, a surge of black, boundless magic suddenly erupted from Wang Ruitu's body, which rose and condensed under everyone's gaze, and finally condensed into a black knife in the void.

  The blade is curved, with no edge, and various strange gods and demons are flying on the back of the knife.

  This is Devil's Blade