A loud shout rang out, followed by another burst of flashing blades.
"Clang!"
The longsword was drawn, and a burst of sword energy swept out. Clang! Clang! Cracks rang out as pieces of the broken blade fell to the ground.
"ah……"
Screams erupted as severed limbs flew everywhere.
Before Xu Xian could catch his breath, several more dark-skinned, grimacing men rushed up.
Their faces showed cruel and bloodthirsty expressions, as if they were already used to fighting.
"kill!"
Xu Xian frowned, shouted loudly, and charged forward.
The sword moves with the man, and the man moves with the sword.
Wherever they went, there was no enemy who could withstand a single blow.
These pirates were indeed fierce, but they were just ordinary people who relied on their brute strength. They were excellent at bullying ordinary people, but they were no match for cultivators.
This world is rich in spiritual energy. Xu Xian has been practicing martial arts for three years and will soon reach the Great Perfection of Acquired Realm, about to break through to the First Order of Mortal Transformation.
Dealing with these ordinary pirates is naturally a piece of cake.
"You little thief, stop your arrogance! Prepare to die!"
After slaughtering dozens of pirates who came towards him, Xu Xian had no time to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw a large monk with a square face, big ears, and a shiny bald head swinging his staff at him.
The staff, weighing dozens of kilograms, exuded a powerful and imposing aura.
Holy crap!
Xu Xian only had time to curse under his breath before he rolled away like a lazy donkey to dodge the oncoming attack.
"Bang!"
The staff slammed into the floor, creating a hole the size of an adult's head, and wood chips scattered everywhere.
Xu Xian's eyes lit up. He was not about to let go of such a golden opportunity. He rushed forward and thrust his sword forward.
The senior monk put down his staff, clasped his hands together, and caught the oncoming sword blade.
He grinned maliciously, rubbed his hands together, and tried to snap the longsword in two.
Xu Xian unleashed his inner energy, channeling it into the sword. The straight, fine steel sword instantly became supple, like a venomous serpent, its tip piercing towards the monk's face.
"Slurp!"
Blood spurted out, and the monk quickly took three steps back, touching the wound on his face, only to find that he had been bitten by the sharp tip of the sword.
"You wicked scoundrel! You almost sever my throat with your sword!"
The senior monk spat out a mouthful of saliva, still shaken, and said hatefully, his eyes flashing with fierce light.
"Great monk, which temple do you belong to?"
Xu Xian stood with his sword in hand, ready for battle, and asked in a loud voice.
"Want to know my name? Go ask King Yama in the underworld!"
The monk grinned maliciously and waved his palms, which were as large as prayer mats, down on Xu Xian as if the sky were collapsing.
"Good timing! If you won't talk, I'll beat you until you do!"
Xu Xian laughed heartily, showing no fear. He raised his long sword and charged forward to meet the attack.
In an instant, the two were locked in a fierce battle, with sword light and palm shadows flying everywhere, accompanied by shouts, the sound of sword energy cutting through the air, and cries of pain.
After a stick of incense had burned, the two had exchanged dozens of blows.
Suddenly, the whistling stopped, and the two sides stopped fighting, standing a few feet apart, and the victor was decided.
A man stood holding a sword, his aura somewhat listless, his clothes disheveled, and a clear palm print on his chest.
One person lay stiffly on the ground, with a hole in his throat from which blood was gushing out, and his face showed an expression of resentment and terror.
"Cough...cough cough..."
Xu Xian coughed for a while, then felt a burning pain in his chest. He lifted his clothes and saw a purplish-red palm print on his chest, with wisps of black energy rising from it.
"Hiss, what a vicious palm strike!"
Xu Xian took two steps back, staggering and almost losing his balance. He sat down cross-legged and looked around, only to find that there wasn't a single living person left on the entire second floor.
"Where is Yizhimei? And who is this big monk?"
Xu Xian was completely baffled.
Without thinking much, he closed his eyes and began to channel his internal energy.
After an unknown amount of time, Xu Xian opened his eyes and found that his chest was still aching. Fortunately, most of his internal energy had been restored, and after temporarily suppressing the injury, he could move freely.
"Hanwen, you're awake!"
In my line of sight came Li Gongfu's large face, which was full of concern.