Lu Chengyun, ambushed by the Iron Corpse, coughed up fresh blood from his mouth, but there were no injuries on his body.
His robe in tatters, he revealed the silver chainmail underneath.
This chainmail was clearly also a superior Spiritual Artifact.
The Iron Corpse's claws could not penetrate the chainmail, thus failing to injure Lu Chengyun's vitals; they only managed to shake him violently.
Lu Chengyun, being at the Foundation Establishment stage, considered such an injury trivial, not to speak of a fatal blow.
Mo Hua felt it was a pity.
Lu Chengyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his heart still trembling with fear.
He almost capsized in the gutter! Without the silver chainmail on his body, the Iron Corpse's claw would have penetrated his back, the Corpse Poison invading his body, then facing the combined assault from Zhang Quan and the Iron Corpse, his odds today would have been slim!
An eye for an eye, a vile and lethal attack!
This Zhang Family ancestor was either a person, a corpse, or a ghost, but he certainly was a vicious character!
Or could it be that the Zhang Family's Corpse control technique possesses some strange and unpredictable magical power?
Lu Chengyun felt an icy chill in his heart.
He must fight quickly and decisively to avoid further complications!
Lu Chengyun's expression turned serious, putting his all into the fight, his sword light abruptly changed, the Spiritual Power darkening to a shade of light black-gray.
Zhang Quan heard this and paled, "The Lu Family's Opening The Mountain Sword Method! You've actually cultivated it to such an extent?"
Lu Chengyun gave a faint smile, "You recognize this Swordsmanship?"
Zhang Quan's expression was grave.
Lu Chengyun spoke indifferently,
"Opening The Mountain Sword Method... I found this superior Taoist Skill in a Jade Slip buried with one of the Lu Family elders when I dug up the Lu Family ancestral tomb. I have diligently practiced it for decades..."
Lu Chengyun raised the long sword in his hand, the Sword Qi dividing, sweeping outward to both sides, imposing as if splitting mountains and levelling plains.
Lu Chengyun said coldly, "I never use this Swordsmanship on ordinary days to prevent others from noticing. Today, being able to die by this Swordsmanship is a favor I bestow upon you."
Zhang Quan's gaze turned cold, and he gritted his teeth,
"Fine, let's see today whether your Swordsmanship is stronger or my Corpse Technique is mightier!"
The enmity between the two was like fire and water, deciding both their fates and the outcome of their battle.
But Mo Hua couldn't stand listening any longer, cursing Zhang Quan in his heart:
"Idiot, his Swordsmanship is obviously stronger. Your Corpse Technique is shit in comparison; you can't even beat my Junior Brother..."
"Facing death and you still don't think of running, insisting on fighting to the death here."
"He's using his trump card, and you still have no clue, still wanting to compare strengths, you're really beyond help!"
"When he was gathering strength for his attack, you should have run already, what are you putting on airs for?"
"Spending all day refining corpses, you must have refined your brain into stiffness too..."
Mo Hua, this "junior ancestor," detested Zhang Quan's lack of competitiveness and internally showered him with scorn.