northernbook Chapter 461 What a ruthless fighting style!
Chapter 461 What a ruthless fighting style!
"Get rid of these disgusting things, Ajin! I'll deal with these people!"
Emperor Beizun frowned in disgust as he glanced at the snakes crawling on the ground and spoke in a low voice.
Sikong Jin shrugged and replied, "Okay, hurry up and get it done. We still have to travel tonight!"
After uttering these words, he struck the large tree beside him with a palm strike, and branches and the snake coiled on it quickly fell to the ground!
Whoosh! A spark quickly ignited—a gust of wind swept by, and all the fallen branches were swept up and quickly piled up. Sikong Jin threw the torch into the pile of firewood, and in the blink of an eye, a blazing fire began to crackle and pop.
Sikong Jin moved the blazing fire closer to Di Beizun, and the venomous snakes dared not approach, slowing their advance.
"You hold off these arrows first, I'm going to kill that flute player!"
Sikong Jin swung her sword and cut down two snakes that had fallen from the tree. She glanced at Di Beizun, then looked angrily in the direction from which the flute music was coming.
"Be careful, this kind of voice-activated killing is very dangerous, you should be careful."
Emperor Beizun offered a reminder, but remained calm as he watched the light wall materialize before him, his inner force gathering in his hands intensifying.
"Don't worry, he's just a flute player. I refuse to believe I can't take him down!"
As soon as Sikong Jin uttered those words, the small black figure leaped with lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, it had mysteriously vanished, disappearing into the vast night.
The cold wind and rain falling from the sky made the quiet night even colder. The night was pitch black, and if it weren't for the flickering firelight, it would be quite difficult to see the situation clearly.
However, none of this posed a challenge to Sikong Jin. Her ghostly figure darted through the dense forest, heading straight for the source of the sound. Before she even got close, a few leaves she casually picked up in her hand had already transformed into the sharpest hidden weapons, which were launched towards a dark corner ahead!
A whooshing sound rang out, and the flute music stopped abruptly!
A dark shadow suddenly flashed past Sikong Jin's eyes, cold and eerie, before darting off in another direction.
Hidden beneath a black veil and conical hat, Sikong Jin's indifferent and beautiful face curled into a cold smile as she transformed into a black afterimage and swiftly gave chase.
Undoubtedly, the flute player possessed remarkable lightness skills. Sikong Jin chased him for nearly several dozen feet before intercepting him. The crimson sword flashed out of its sheath like lightning, stopping the black-clad man who continued to rush forward.
"Tell me who sent you if you don't want to die!"
Sikong Jin pointed the Moon Soul in her hand directly at the throat of the man in black in front of her and asked coldly.
"Sikong Jin, I never expected that you would disguise yourself as a woman to avoid being hunted down. Haha, you really made us search so hard!"
The man in black gave a cold, mocking laugh and spoke in a somber tone.
"So you really do know my identity. Now that you know it's me, why don't you stop and tell me your purpose? Who sent you? How many more people have you ambushed ahead?"
Sikong Jin gripped the Moon Soul tightly in her hand, her starry eyes gleaming with a cold light as she stared intently at the masked man in black before her. "I don't want to kill anyone, but don't force me. Quite a few people have died at my hands in Tian Sheng, and the Moon Soul in my hand won't mind drinking the blood of one more person!"
Sikong Jin's icy voice carried a sharp aura, and her intense killing intent suddenly surged, causing the man in black opposite her to tremble slightly. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the bamboo flute in his hand, and his cold eyes were also fixed on Sikong Jin.
"What? You're not going to talk? Are you asking for life, or death?"
With these cold words, the Moon Soul in his hand seemed to grow even colder. "You are no match for me. I'm giving you a chance now!"
"Hmph, enough nonsense. If you really want to know who sent us, go to hell. Maybe the King of Hell will tell you!"
As the man in black finished speaking, he flicked his bamboo flute. Before Sikong Jin could react, several cold, silvery lights flashed towards her like lightning. Sikong Jin's expression darkened slightly, and she quickly leaped up, suddenly floating behind her, dodging the attack with great surprise.
However, at this moment, the man in black had already leaped onto the treetop in front of him again, and the eerie low voice rang out again. Moreover, it seemed to have an even more oppressive aura than before. As Sikong Jin listened, she also vaguely felt that her internal energy was suddenly suppressed by something, making her feel that her internal energy was blocked!
Oops!
This demonic sound even has the ability to suppress internal energy!
Sikong Jin frowned, focused her mind and forced out the demonic sound that had invaded her body. She steadied her mind, her face darkened, and without thinking, she charged forward again, stabbing at the man in black once more!
"A mere trick! Since you won't talk, then die!"
After saying this, the palm force that had been prepared for a long time under his sleeve suddenly slashed wildly at the man in black!
'Bang!' 'Boom!' A series of deafening roars rang out, and the tall trees in front of him were actually shaken, snapping off thick branches. The force of the impact forced the man in black to the ground, staggering back several steps. Before he could recover, Sikong Jin's icy sword had already pierced through him. The sharp sword strike cut through the falling leaves, carrying a bone-chilling coldness. The overwhelming aura made the man in black almost unable to move, and he could only instinctively strike to meet the attack!
'Clang!' 'Clang!' The bamboo flute and the cold sword clashed, sparks flying. Sikong Jin was secretly surprised that this person's internal strength seemed to be quite good, and he was very skilled at manipulating the flute!
After the attack, the man in black quickly floated behind him, but Sikong Jin dodged with a somersault and immediately chased after him. Before the man could catch his breath, she struck out with lightning speed. The force of the palm wind was so strong that it almost distorted the surrounding air!
'Pfft!' A palm strike carrying almost all of Sikong Jin's internal energy slammed into the back of the man in black!
Before the man in black could even escape, the palm strike from behind slammed him straight into the tall tree trunk in front of him. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if something was rushing upwards. He opened his mouth in great pain, and his shattered internal organs mixed with blood gushed out!
What a ruthless fighting style!
Before the man in black could even think, he was suddenly turned pale with excruciating pain and died!