SFS Chapter 134 Forbidden Sword Technique
Chapter 134 Forbidden Sword Technique
Lu Yuanshan drew his sword and turned around.
Du Han was casting a spell in the distance, his hands forming a hand seal, and streaks of dark blue ice runes condensed in his palms.
Upon noticing Lu Yuanshan's approach, Du Han's expression changed drastically. He pushed the still-unfinished ice rune in his hand toward Lu Yuanshan, while simultaneously retreating rapidly, pushing his movement technique to its limit, transforming himself into a blurry phantom.
But it was too late.
Lu Yuanshan appeared three inches behind him and pierced his heart with a sword.
The tip of the Azure Nether Sword pierced through his back and emerged from his chest.
Du Han looked down at the sword tip in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He has practiced this illusionary movement technique for thirty years and has never been caught by anyone.
Today, however, they can't even escape.
Lu Yuanshan drew his sword, and Du Han's body fell from the sea of clouds.
He turned to look at Chen Tieshan.
Chen Tieshan had already crawled out of the human-shaped pit and was holding a spare low-grade spiritual weapon longsword, looking at him with a livid face.
When Lu Yuanshan's gaze swept over him, Chen Tieshan trembled and subconsciously took a step back.
A cultivator at the late Foundation Establishment stage actually retreated when facing a cultivator of the same level.
This sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
Chen Tieshan's eyes were filled with fear, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Lu Yuanshan took a step forward and swung his Azure Nether Sword.
The sword flashed across Chen Tieshan's neck.
The head flew high into the air, and blood gushed from the cavity, splashing into a crimson fountain under the moonlight.
Three breaths later, three men were killed.
From Zhou Huaiyi and Du Han to Chen Tieshan, each of the three major families produced one person, all of whom were in the late stage of Foundation Establishment and were all seasoned veterans who had been through many battles.
But he couldn't even last three breaths against Lu Yuanshan.
The remaining eight people were terrified.
"He...he really is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment?" Someone's voice trembled, and the flying sword in their hand shook slightly.
"Is this the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment? How can it be so strong?" Someone stared at the Azure Nether Sword in Lu Yuanshan's hand, their eyes filled with fear.
"A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn't possibly possess this kind of combat power!" Some people had already begun to retreat. "He's not a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator; he's a Golden Core cultivator. He must be hiding his true cultivation level!"
"Run! Run!"
Someone shouted first, and three of the remaining eight people turned and ran.
But would Lu Yuanshan let them escape?
He took a step forward, his figure as fast as lightning, and caught up with the first escapee.
It was a gray-robed cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, riding a mid-grade spiritual weapon flying sword. His speed had been pushed to the limit, and the flying sword left a long streak of light in the air.
Lu Yuanshan followed behind him at a leisurely pace, and the distance between them not only did not increase, but actually decreased rapidly.
The gray-robed cultivator glanced back, his soul nearly leaving his body.
He took out a handful of talismans from his sleeve and threw them all behind him, regardless of their grade.
Fireballs, ice spikes, golden blades, lightning bolts—all sorts of spells exploded in the air, creating a chaotic storm of spiritual light.
Lu Yuanshan brandished his sword.
The sword light swept away all the talismans and spells without even splashing a drop of water.
With a single slash, he sent the gray-robed cultivator plummeting from his flying sword. Before his body even hit the ground, it was shredded into pieces by the sword's light.
He took another step and caught up with another person.
The woman was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, dressed in a green Daoist robe, with a beautiful face. At this moment, she was pale and desperately urged her flying sword to escape.
Seeing Lu Yuanshan chasing after her, she took out a blood-red talisman from her sleeve, bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The talisman ignited upon contact with the blood, turning into a blood-red light that enveloped her, instantly increasing her escape speed several times over.
This is a blood escape technique, which uses one's life essence as a price to gain a brief period of extreme speed.
After performing this technique, at best her cultivation level would regress, and at worst it would damage her foundation, but at this moment she couldn't care less about that.
Lu Yuanshan frowned slightly.
The Blood Escape Technique is extremely fast, and even he would have difficulty catching up in a short time.
But he didn't chase people; he chased flying swords.
The Azure Sword flew out of his hand, transforming into a streak of azure light, like a shooting star chasing the moon, directly pursuing the blood-red light.
The sword's speed was much faster than the blood-red light.
Three breaths later, the Azure Sword caught up with the blood-red light and pierced through the chest with a single strike.
The woman's body fell from the bloody light, and the Azure Sword spun in the air before flying back into Lu Yuanshan's hand.
Then, he transformed into a beam of light.
This time it was Du Tianlong. His face was ashen, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't say a word.
He had lived for over two hundred years and seen countless storms, but he had never seen such a terrifying scene.
Eleven Foundation Establishment cultivators surrounded and killed one person, but five of them were killed by the other party in a matter of breaths.
This is not a battle, it is a massacre.
Lu Yuanshan's escape light followed closely behind Du Tianlong.
"Elder Du." His voice, neither loud nor soft, clearly reached everyone's ears amidst the sea of clouds strewn with corpses, "You, as an outer sect elder of the Danxia Sect, actually participated in the ambush of your fellow sect's peak master."
"If this matter is reported back to the sect, do you know what charge you will face?"
Du Tianlong didn't speak, but his eyes twitched.
"Treason." Lu Yuanshan provided the answer for him, "and the entire clan will be implicated."
Du Tianlong's face turned completely pale.
Lu Yuanshan's escape light contracted, his speed increased again, and the magic-breaking runes on the Azure Nether Sword lit up once more.
As Du Tianlong watched Lu Yuanshan approach step by step, fear finally overwhelmed his reason.
He slammed the Azure Serpent Staff onto the sea of clouds, fully activating the Azure Scale Serpent's soul sealed within the staff. A hundred-foot-long emerald green serpent shadow burst forth from the staff, opening its blood-red maw to bite at Lu Yuanshan.
That was the full power of the Azure Serpent Demon's soul. This attack exhausted all the spiritual power of the Azure Serpent Staff, and the emerald beads on the staff dimmed the moment the serpent shadow rushed out.
Lu Yuanshan raised his sword.
The sword light struck the emerald green snake shadow, which let out a mournful hiss and split in two, disappearing into the night sky.
The remaining fragments of the soul drifted in the night wind, like emerald fireflies, twinkling and fleeting.
Then, the sword light continued, slashing at Du Tianlong's neck.
Du Tianlong's head flew high into the air, his expression frozen in the final moment, a mixture of fear, resentment, and disbelief.
Lu Yuanshan looked around and caught up with the slowest streak of light once again.
This person was a young cultivator in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, wearing the standard Daoist robe of an outer sect steward of the Danxia Sect. His face was pale and his legs were trembling.
When he saw Lu Yuanshan chasing after him, he immediately knelt on the flying sword and covered his head with his hands.
"Peak Master Lu, spare my life! This disciple was forced here by the Zhou family. I have elderly parents and young children to support. I beg Peak Master Lu for mercy!"
Lu Yuanshan glanced at him and recognized him.
Zhao is a minor steward under Cuiping Peak. He is responsible for registering spiritual materials in the alchemy room and is an honest and conscientious person.
He sighed, then sliced off half of the man's head with a single, clean stroke, without the slightest hesitation.
The corpse of the cultivator surnamed Zhao slid off the flying sword and fell into the deep valley below.
Lu Yuanshan continued his pursuit.
Another person has been killed.
The sword flashed like lightning, the figures moved like the wind, and with each strike, a person died.
Lu Yuanshan's swordsmanship is devoid of any fancy moves, dazzling special effects, or elaborate techniques; it is characterized by pure speed and precise angles.
Every sword strike hits a vital spot, every sword strike is fatal, not wasting a single bit of true energy, not expending a single bit of extra strength.
This is the forbidden sword technique he has cultivated for a hundred years, abandoning all other spells and pursuing the ultimate simplicity, breaking through all laws with a single sword strike.
Seeing that escape was hopeless and begging for mercy was useless, the remaining men were instead ignited with their final ferocity.
"Fight him!" someone shouted hoarsely.
The remaining four stopped running away, turned around in unison, and each unleashed their trump cards to attack Lu Yuanshan.
At this moment, it's either Lu Yuanshan or them who will die.