12dz Chapter 74 Sword Dance Valley: Hatred Unresolved, Lonely Shadow's Thoughts Unsettled
Chapter 74 Sword Dance Valley: Hatred Unresolved, Lonely Shadow's Thoughts Unsettled
Zhao Lingfeng and his companions had been on guard for most of the day, assuming Han Yi wouldn't appear anytime soon. Just as they cautiously approached a boulder, preparing to rest, the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly. Han Yi appeared like a ghost, his eyes filled with icy killing intent. With a flash of light from his sword, the head of the Flying Cloud Sect disciple wielding a short knife rolled to the ground in front of Zhao Lingfeng and his companions.
At this moment, the fog in the valley grew even thicker, as if announcing the arrival of death. The mountain wind howled even more fiercely, causing the three men's clothes to flutter wildly, adding to their tension.
Zhao Lingfeng and his two companions stared at the severed head rolling before them, their hearts sinking. Their faces first showed terror, then quickly turned to madness. The past few days had been agonizing; the threat of death had exhausted them both physically and mentally, pushing them to the brink of collapse. At this moment, only by killing the young man before them could they quell the hatred in their hearts.
Having no choice but to fight to the death, Zhao Lingfeng gritted his teeth, a clear thud emanating from his cheeks, his hand gripping his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. The two experts beside him also wore solemn expressions, each gripping their weapons, preparing to meet Han Yi's attack.
Without the slightest hesitation, Han Yi charged forward, not using any sword techniques but simply employing sharp sword strikes to subdue his enemies. To him, these three were now no different from dead men; he didn't want a quick end to them, he simply wanted to torture and kill them. Amidst the clashing sword shadows, countless sword energies surged, intertwined, and collided in the valley, spiritual energy overflowing; causing the surrounding air to seem distorted by the vibrations. Gravel on the ground was whipped up by the powerful spiritual energy, flying everywhere.
Zhao Lingfeng and the two experts attacked simultaneously, but under Han Yi's powerful attack, the two already seriously injured experts couldn't even withstand a single move from him.
Han Yi's sword was like the scythe of death, repeatedly wounding the three but not fatally. Each swing carried immense power, chilling to the bone. Zhao Lingfeng and the others fought with all their might, but they couldn't turn the tide. Their wounds multiplied, blood staining their clothes. The excruciating pain slowed their movements, but they didn't give up, their eyes filled with unwavering resilience. Pain and exhaustion etched themselves on their faces, sweat pouring down their foreheads.
Finally, under Han Yi's fierce attack, the two Qi Refining Grand Perfection experts fell one after another. Their bodies crashed heavily to the ground with dull thuds. Only Zhao Lingfeng remained, his eyes filled with despair and rage.
"Han Yi, you truly are a persistent ghost!" Zhao Lingfeng roared, gripping his sword tightly. His voice echoed through the valley, filled with resentment and determination. His body trembled slightly, his face contorted in pain, but his eyes still burned with fighting spirit. He knew he had no way out; his only option was to fight Han Yi to the death.
Han Yi sneered, his eyes filled with contempt: "Zhao Lingfeng, today is your death day." With that, he drew his sword and charged towards Zhao Lingfeng like lightning.
Zhao Lingfeng, not to be outdone, drew his sword to meet the attack. The two instantly clashed, swords flashing, spiritual energy swirling. Han Yi's swordsmanship was sharp and decisive, each move carrying intense killing intent. His sword danced through the air like a dragon, relentlessly attacking Zhao Lingfeng. The air in the valley was stirred by their battle, sand and stones flying, leaves fluttering down. A gentle breeze swept by, but it couldn't dispel the tense atmosphere of the fight. Although Zhao Lingfeng fought valiantly, under Han Yi's fierce onslaught, he gradually found himself on the defensive.
Han Yi's gaze remained resolute and cold. He disregarded everything else, his sole aim being to kill Zhao Lingfeng. The insults Zhao Lingfeng had inflicted on him a few days ago were now due for retribution. The surrounding rocks crumbled and shattered under the impact of their spiritual energy, sending fragments flying everywhere.
Han Yi already had the upper hand, and with his sword becoming increasingly faster and fiercer, Zhao Lingfeng found it difficult to defend himself. Zhao Lingfeng was greatly alarmed; he hadn't expected Han Yi to not only recover so quickly, but also to be even stronger than before.
He was no match for Han Yi now, and he began to regret not having killed Han Yi decisively back then, but it was too late for regrets now.
Just as Han Yi was preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Zhao Lingfeng, reinforcements from the Flying Cloud Sect suddenly arrived.
A sword aura shot straight at Han Yi, forcing him to parry. This block sent him staggering back several steps, and when he regained his footing, he was instantly surrounded. Undeterred, however, his eyes remained filled with fighting spirit. He gripped his sword tightly, warily watching his surrounding enemies. The mist in the valley seemed to thicken even more, as if adding further uncertainty to the battle.
"Senior Brother Zhang killed him!"
Zhao Lingfeng shouted at the leader, who immediately ordered them to attack Han Yi.
"Hmph, the Flying Cloud Sect is indeed full of rats who bully the weak with numbers. But today, none of you will stop me from taking my revenge." Han Yi roared and charged at Zhao Lingfeng again.
The members of the Flying Cloud Sect rushed to stop him, but Han Yi's swordplay was incredibly fierce, making it difficult for them to get close. Han Yi weaved through the crowd, constantly searching for an opportunity to attack Zhao Lingfeng. The rocks tumbled and tumbled from the impact of their battle, creating a deafening roar.
After a fierce battle, Han Yi, though covered in wounds, never retreated. His eyes burned with an indomitable flame. Sweat and blood mingled, yet could not extinguish his fighting spirit. Seizing his opportunity, he unleashed his ultimate technique, breaking through the encirclement with lightning speed, heading straight for Zhao Lingfeng. In that instant, the air seemed to be awestruck by his aura, emitting a series of whistling sounds.
Zhao Lingfeng panicked and retreated hastily, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief. He had never imagined that Han Yi could be so brave, able to unleash such power in such a difficult battle. However, just as Han Yi was about to kill Zhao Lingfeng, a protective talisman floated out. The talisman emitted a mysterious light, like an indestructible barrier, not only blocking Han Yi's fatal blow but also teleporting Zhao Lingfeng and the other Flying Cloud Sect disciples away. In a flash of light, Zhao Lingfeng's figure gradually disappeared, leaving only a stunned Han Yi.
After escaping, Zhao Lingfeng gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred and resentment. He vowed to avenge himself on Han Yi and make him pay a heavy price for his actions. Han Yi silently watched the spot where Zhao Lingfeng had disappeared, lost in thought.
Yi turned and left, his figure appearing particularly resolute in the afterglow of the setting sun.