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  Chapter 158 Revenge

  Then, Lin Yi's true body also rushed up, just like the white-clothed puppet, simultaneously using the Killing Emperor Sword Path and the Flowing Sword Technique. The power of one sword combining and one sword separating was far inferior to that of the puppet in its complete state, but because Lin Yi's true body had stronger spiritual control, his sword path actually increased by a few degrees in power.

  The massive array thundered, and the white-eyed cultivator who was maintaining the formation grew paler and paler, struggling to hold on.

  "Not good!" Lin Yi's face changed, he sensed that the demonic energy inside the white-clothed puppet had finally been depleted, and this last sword strike went out with no power at all.

  As expected, Lin Yi's spiritual power was completely unable to control the puppet. The white figure fell directly from mid-air, like a small bird shot by an arrow, and crashed to the ground, becoming a completely useless corpse.

  Lin Yi withdrew his spiritual power, his eyes cold and gloomy. This formation had already reached the brink of collapse, so it was naturally impossible to give up at this time. Even without the puppet, he should still be able to break through.

  Lin Yi and Ah San exchanged a glance, simultaneously attacking the already fragmented depression. After seven or eight rounds, there was a loud rumble as the energy of the formation suddenly poured out, causing the sixty-four array points around the Blue Mansion to explode. The White-eyed Cultist's mouth spewed forth blood, severely injuring him, and he fell onto the stone platform.

  Formation broken.

  The first one who rushed in was Wu Jiao.

  Wu Jiao, with sword in hand, had already lost his rationality due to being struck by hatred and suddenly charged towards Lan Cang.

  Lan Cang was startled, and after seeing Wu Jiao's appearance clearly, a hint of disdain appeared on his face, "Again!"

  "You beast! Today I will take your life and avenge the people of Fox Village!" Wu Jiao's eyes were red with rage as she raised her sword to strike.

  "Hmph, last time I secretly calculated that General Ben would be killed by me, but since he's not bad-looking, I spared his life. Yet now he comes to deliver himself to death!" Lan Cang's face twitched and he directly threw out a iron fist.

  Lan Cang's sword was broken by Lan Cang's fist aura before it even reached him, and it was about to fall on Wu Jiao's body. This punch from the strong auras would be fatal if Wu Jiao were hit.

  Suddenly, a layer of stone skin burst forth on Lan Cang's arm, and then his body, his skin almost instantly solidifying into stone. A black shadow appeared at the same time beside him.

  Lan Cang's face turned pale with shock, and he hastily rushed out his true energy to dissolve this petrifying force.

  Lin Yi had already hugged Wu Jiao and left the range of Lan Cang's attack.

  "Lin Gongzi, I..." Wu Jiao knew she had been too impulsive.

  "Don't worry, this person is dead!" Lin Yi said calmly, putting down Wu Jiao and then rushing out, the black jade sword in his hand was like a landslide, chopping towards Lan Cang.

  Flowing Sword Technique!

  Like a mighty river bursting its banks, like a mountain peak crashing down!

  Wherever the sword's momentum reached, it had become Lin Yi's absolute killing field, as if millions of sharp swords were fighting in it. Anything that was swept by the flowing sword technique would be crushed to dust.

  With just one sword strike, Lan Cang managed to withstand the fatal attack, but his armor was already in tatters, torn apart by the sword's force, and he looked utterly disheveled.

  The Emperor Slashing Sword Path!

  Lin Yi became more courageous in battle, even if he was a warrior with a heavier atmosphere, he still used his sword to suppress him. This killing sword move, the "Sword of the Emperor", was completely opposite to the flowing sword technique, and it was a straight line of sword energy that was unleashed, overbearing and fierce, with a power that could destroy heaven and earth.

  Lan Cang raised his long sword, and a burst of true energy exploded out. He barely managed to block the fatal attack from the Killing Emperor Sword with the advantage of his superior aura, but his hands were already numb from the shock, and blood was oozing from his tiger's mouth.

  Lan Cang couldn't help but be shocked, what kind of monstrous talent was this guy? With only a 7th layer cultivation base, his mastery of the sword path was terrifying. Although Lin Yi didn't have the strength to kill him now, being able to force a Qi Realm warrior into such a desperate state could also be said to be shocking heaven and earth, and moving ghosts and gods to tears.

  A' San couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out directly, slapping her palm down, "Let this princess come!"

  Ah San was already at the third level of Qi Jing, and with just a casual slap, he sent Lan Cang flying tens of meters away, smashing into the stone wall behind him, spitting out black blood from his mouth, his heart almost shattered.

  "A worthless piece of trash that can't even withstand a single blow!" Asan sneered.

  Lin Yi's face was filled with helplessness. He had originally wanted to try out his swordsmanship and the Stone Sealing Soul Tool on Lan Cang, but in the end, he was defeated by Ah San with just one palm strike. How boring.

  "Big brother, I've got this trash, I'm going to find that guy!" Asan sprang up onto the stone platform, and with a single grab, lifted up the heavily injured White-Eyed Sorcerer. A faintly sinister smile spread across her small face, "Finally fell into my hands, Your Highness!"

  The white-eyed cultivator was so frightened that his whole body trembled. At the time of the Tianchi, he used Chunhuan poison to deal with Asan. Now, he might as well think about dying quickly. Asan would never give him a chance either. "D...Dongzhu, spare my life..."

  Ah San sneered, stretched out his palm and began to search the White-eyed Sorcerer's body. In the end, he found many bottles and jars that were likely poisonous concoctions brewed by the White-eyed Sorcerer.

  Ah San didn't care about anything, pinched the white-eyed sorcerer's chin, and directly poured those poisonous medicines into the white-eyed sorcerer's belly one mouthful at a time. After that, he patted his small hands, and with great success, it was all done.

  The white-eyed wizard was terrified, his eyes quickly turned red, his skin turned green all over, his lips turned black, and his throat made a strange noise like a fish bone stuck in it.

  The white-eyed cultivator was apparently in extreme agony, his body having mixed with countless deadly poisons. After letting out a few mournful wails, he turned completely black and lost all signs of life, before being kicked flying by Asan, "Scram!"

  Lin Yi brought over the half-dead Lan Cang and threw him on the ground. "Mei Niang, it's done!"

  Wu Jiao stared at her arch-nemesis, her whole body trembling slightly, unsure whether it was excitement or anger. She slowly raised her sword, the speed very gentle and slow, yet as heavy as a thousand jun.

  Suddenly, the sword fell fiercely, its speed increased a hundredfold, carrying a surging and raging fire, heavily chopping on Lan Cang's neck, cutting off that head, blood splashing more than a meter high!

  The sword fell to the ground.

  Tears burst forth from her eyes like a string of pearls that had been cut, covering her pretty face with a watery sheen. "I... have finally avenged myself!"

  With a thud, Yu Jiao, overwhelmed with joy and tears, knelt down on the ground. At this moment, no words could express her emotions, that kind of excitement and suppressed release made her cry into a tearful person.

  "Thank you... Young Master Lin!" After her emotions had calmed down, she knelt down and bowed to Lin Yi. She knew that if it weren't for Lin Yi, this vendetta might not have been avenged for who knows how many years or months, and the wrongly killed villagers of Fox Village might not have been able to rest in peace for who knows how many years or months!

  "Get up!" Lin Yi said lightly, helping Wu Jiao was also a convenient thing for him, and there was actually no great kindness to speak of.

  Wu Jiao stood up, wiping away her tears, and then picked up the head of Lan Cang, "I want to take his head back to Hu Village, to mourn for my people!"

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