At least it made severing a person’s meridians much more convenient.
But before Zhang Lan’s sword could pierce down, the Evil Cultivator suddenly opened his eyes wide, his hands shook, and the chains fell off.
Zhang Lan’s eyes narrowed, and he accelerated his sword thrust.
The Evil Cultivator twisted his body to dodge the vital points, and the sword only grazed a layer of skin.
“Be careful!” Zhang Lan shouted.
The moment the Evil Cultivator opened his eyes, Mo Hua had already retreated several meters away.
When he had swept the area with his Divine Sense earlier, he noticed something odd about the fluctuations of the Evil Cultivator’s Spiritual Power.
But he had not expected this Evil Cultivator to be so cunning and hardy. Even after sustaining multiple wounds, he still had the strength to resist.
The Evil Cultivator dodged Zhang Lan’s sword and aimed a palm strike straight at Zhang Lan’s face.
Zhang Lan’s expression turned grave as he retreated to avoid the blow. At this distance, it was too late to use spells; he could only counter with a backward stab of his sword.
But the Evil Cultivator didn’t take the strike; instead, with a flicker of his body, he appeared beside Situ Xiu, who was raising his sword to strike.
Situ Xiu, originally planning to attack the Evil Cultivator from behind while unnoticed, had not anticipated that the Evil Cultivator had already sensed him. With a bizarre movement technique, the Evil Cultivator circled to his side.
His attempt to ambush failed, and he was ambushed instead, struck by the Evil Cultivator’s palm on the rib cage, he spat out fresh blood and flew sideways.
The pain from this palm strike pierced to the heart, and the bizarre Spiritual Power followed the force into his organs.
Only then did Situ Xiu realize that this Evil Cultivator had not been using his full strength before!
But the realization came too late, as he no longer had the strength to fight again in the short term.
Situ Fang also drew his sword, swinging it at the Evil Cultivator. After several exchanges, he suddenly felt weak all over. His meridians were corroded by a peculiar pink Spiritual Power, preventing his own Spiritual Power from circulating.
The Evil Cultivator’s Spiritual Power was poisonous!
He hadn’t noticed it during the fight earlier, but now the poison was gradually taking effect.
Forcing himself to circulate his Qi, Situ Fang suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, glaring at the Evil Cultivator with hatred in his eyes.
Licking his lips, the Evil Cultivator looked at Situ Fang and said, “Not bad!”
He hadn’t replenished himself for a month.
He needed to vent his demonic fire and also replenish his Spiritual Power.
The Evil Cultivator’s gaze roamed over Situ Fang. As his mind wavered slightly, a pale blue Sword Qi pierced directly through his shoulder.
Enraged, the Evil Cultivator’s mouth also exuded fresh blood as he turned to look.
There, not far away, stood Zhang Lan with his fingers formed into a sword, coldly watching him.
There was still a tough one left.
The Evil Cultivator reined in his thoughts. Unless he dealt with Zhang Lan, he couldn’t escape.
Even if he managed to run away, in the treacherous lands of Big Black Mountain, he wouldn’t last long.
With his body drained and demonic fire growing, he needed replenishment.
As long as he killed Zhang Lan…
The Evil Cultivator’s eyes flashed fiercely as he charged straight toward Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan’s heart tightened, What fast movement technique!
The Evil Cultivator’s movement technique was faster and more bizarre than before. Had he been holding back all along…
“Good, let me meet you!”
Zhang Lan’s gaze sharpened as he executed the Falling Flower Steps; instantly, his figure multiplied, as graceful as falling petals.
The Evil Cultivator was taken aback.
This Taoist Court’s Cultivator’s movement technique was actually not inferior to his.
He was a rapist, who relied on movement techniques to make his living!
The Evil Cultivator was in a difficult position, yet he had to fight. After about a dozen exchanges, he still hadn’t managed to land a hit on Zhang Lan.
Meanwhile, Zhang Lan had already grasped his opponent’s strengths and weaknesses. In his advances and retreats, he still had the leeway to condense Sword Qi, threatening the Evil Cultivator.
Just as Zhang Lan was about to capture the Evil Cultivator’s lapse and finish him with Sword Qi, the Evil Cultivator suddenly disappeared.
Zhang Lan released his Divine Sense, but detected nothing.
Suddenly, he felt a surge of alarm and glanced toward Mo Hua in the distance, urgently shouting, “Be careful!”
At the same time, a shadow flickered behind Mo Hua, and the Evil Cultivator appeared, his voice hoarse and vicious:
“Brat, you want to break my legs?”