Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 902 - 467: Death by a Thousand Cuts

"Ding"

With a crisp sound, the broken sword was thrown deep into the Five-Colored Stone, buried so deeply that the hilt could not be seen.

"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."

The ghost-faced man panted heavily, his breath infused with the Nine Qi of Dao Breath, thick like agar paste, expelling jade-colored blood from his mouth, nose, and all his wounds, splattering like pearls on the ground.

At this moment, he thrust one hand into his chest, his fingertips clenching the broken sword lodged deep in his heart muscle, desperately trying to pull it out. His other hand pressed against the gruesome, terrifying chest wound, from which blood still gushed like a fountain, as he struggled to breathe and smeared jade blood on the wound, as if trying to mend the wound in his Dan abdomen.

However, the sword energy that pierced his abdomen remained uncontrollable, wreaking havoc within his meridians, seriously injuring his Dao Body. The tip of the sword plunged deep into his Heart Core, continually burrowing deeper, making it impossible to draw out even an inch of the blade lodged in his Heart Core!

"Hoo... hoo... Sword Control Technique?"

The ghost-faced man’s eyes widened, his pupils fierce like a Green Lamp, suddenly radiating a bright light that penetrated the mountain’s ruins, illuminating the collapsed walls and wreckage. In the fragments of the debris, a skull exploded by Palm Strength and pinned firmly by a three-inch small sword, resembling a paper cutter, at its Yazi brow.

"Impossible... it’s already sealed... when exactly was it... I clearly locked your Primordial Spirit... Divine Sword Control can’t possibly be hidden..."

Suddenly, the ghost-faced man seemed to have realized something, one eye still emitting Qing Guang, firmly locking onto Yazi, while the other eye, like a searchlight, scanned erratically, then quickly focused on another blood-soaked wreck, revealing a blood hand pinching and controlling a sword, blooming like a lotus in the Red Pond!

"Dual Souls!? Heretical outcasts! You dare abandon your sect and collude with the Demon Sect! Coexisting with the Blood God’s Son! Learning these Magic Evil Techniques! Bah! Demons are ultimately demons!"

The ghost-faced man shouted furiously, venting his anger, biting his teeth, persevering despite the intense spurt of Essence Blood, directly clutching the blade with his fingers, fiercely trying to pull the sword tip from his heart!

Thus, that blood hand twisted its wrist, gestured a middle finger, and then another blood hand sprouted from the blood swamp pool, pinching the sword technique.

"Clack clack clack"

The sword blade scraped against the ghost-faced man’s finger bones, advancing layer by layer, the hands that could topple mountains and disrupt arrays were now sliced by the Black Sword, skin torn open, blood cascading.

Despite the ghost-faced man’s howling struggle, the Black Blade continued to thrust deeper, stabbing through his heart muscle, sawing through his Dao Body, gradually piercing deeper, twisting and rolling in his spine like snake fangs, slicing the ghost-faced man apart.

"Hiss... hiss... What kind of sword is this!? How can it break my Magic! Zha!!"

The ghost-faced man roared furiously, suddenly spewing a jade-colored Blood Sword from his throat, "Swish!" as a sword energy swept across, instantly shredding both blood hands into dust!

Crackling, like a lotus blooming, countless blood hands pinched the formula and controlled the sword, rising steadily from the mountain of blood swamps.

"Swish swish swish!"

Then a great wind rose, the Invisible, Shapeless, Formless Sword energy, numbering in the hundreds, swept past, slicing open the ghost-faced man’s neck vertebrae, nearly decapitating him!

"Yun Xiu!!"

In this desperate moment, life hanging by a thread, the ghost-faced man panicked! Calling for help! No, calling for a sword!

"Tzing!"

A white light leaped from Yazi’s brow! That paper cutter-like three-inch flying sword stirred a starry blood wind! Like a meteor shooting through the sky, it roared forward! A sword slashed through the rolling blood sea! Despite the blood hands fiercely grabbing and tearing, they couldn’t catch it! The whistling sword light descended, shattering and obliterating the blood hands across the mountain!

"Roar—!"

Then Yazi came back to life!! His eyes turned! "Roar!" with a shout, he leaped up! Baring his fangs and claws! Yazi’s head, like a ball, bounced over to bite people!!

"Yun Xiu!!"

Watching the bouncing head, the ghost-faced man spat fresh blood, clutching the sword in his heart, covering the wound on his Dan abdomen, screaming angrily! Crying out for help!

"Tzing!"

The flying sword unleashed great Divine Power! A sword swept away the blood sea! With a shift of the flowing light! Carrying a sky-full of foul wind! Slashing towards Yazi again!

"Clang!!"

Then a thunderous metallic sound echoed, like a morning drum and evening bell, resounding across the battlefield!

It was the other broken sword from earlier, breaking out from the stone! Flying with sword control! Intercepting halfway! Returning the favor with its own method! Striking the flying sword Yun Xiu down in mid-air!

Finished.

"Roar—!"

Thus, Yazi pounced to kill, biting firmly into the ghost-faced man’s neck that was spraying blood like a fountain!

What the hell, suck it dry!

"Hoo hoo hoo!"

"Swish swish swish!"

Yazi bit down and wouldn’t let go, staring as he sucked the ghost-faced man’s Essence Blood; around in the blood swamp, blood hands like lotuses continued to bloom.

While the piercing sword tip didn’t stop, the Formless Sword Wind didn’t cease. Amidst the roaring Sword Wind, like a bone-sculpting steel knife, repeatedly sweeping and cutting, the invisible knife threads skimmed skin, scraped flesh, and repeatedly sheared the human figure, slicing it into minced flesh, chopping it into blood paste.

Yun Xiu struggled slightly but was already covered in filth and Essence Blood, any movement met with a chaotic clash from the advancing broken sword, leaving him exhausted and helpless.

Thus, in the void, only a faint sigh could be heard, as if lamenting a failed move, ruining a favorable situation, but ultimately accepting the defeat, a gust of sinister wind swept, reincarnating with Soldier Disintegration.

Moments later, after fully consuming the ghost-faced man, the pool of blood converged under Yazi, countless blood hands wrapped and enveloped the Demon Dragon, once again transforming and condensing into a human form.

Thus, Tie Dan opened his eyes from the Blood Lotus, raised his hand to summon the Black Blade Double Swords, swallowing them into his abdomen. One lodged in the lungs, one concealed in the Divine Court, transforming his sword energy into a sword robe that covered him, wiping the blood slurry from his face, revealing radiant brightness, sword-like eyes shining like stars.