12dz Chapter 117 The Demon Blade Forget-Worry
Chapter 117 The Demon Blade Forget-Worry
Chapter 117 The Demon Blade Forget-Worry
"Blood Eight Desolations? That name... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before?"
"Blood Slaughter Sect? This brat really knows how to brag!"
"Heh heh, it seems the name 'Evil Eight Paths' is really useful. We use the name 'Evil Eight Paths,' and this kid uses it too. But this kid dares to be so reckless, acting all high and mighty in front of us!"
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The bandits laughed. In their view, all the people of the Eight Evil Paths had been driven out of Southern Tang, so how could there be any real people of the Eight Evil Paths?
Besides, no matter how you look at it, this kid doesn't seem like a shady character.
Only the bandit leader, looking at the smiling young man, revealed an expression of utter terror.
The long sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and his whole body was trembling.
"Boss, what's wrong?" the other bandits asked one after another.
The bandit leader's voice trembled as he spoke: "Demon, Demon Blade Forget-Worry, Demon Blade Forget-Worry Blood Across the Eight Desolations!"
At this moment, Lin Fei, hidden in the darkness, also let out a soft exclamation: "'Demon Blade Forget-Worry' Blood Eight Desolations? He really doesn't seem like someone from the evil sects."
"Demon Blade Forget-Worry" is a Blood Blade of the Eight Desolations, with a cultivation level of the Seven Apertures Realm, and ranks fourth on the Wind and Cloud Ranking.
This time, with the invasion of the Eight Evil Paths, the Blood Slaughter Sect didn't seem to send any high-level young experts. And the strength of the Blood Eight Desolations is no less than that of Qin Zhongshan, the young master of the Extinction Dao Sect.
Lin Fei had assumed that the Blood Slaughter Sect had no interest in participating in the battle that had just ended, but he never expected to see the Blood Eight Desolations here.
I wonder what this guy wants to do in Southern Tang at this time.
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As they spoke, Xue Bahuang by the lake laughed: "I didn't expect you bandits to have some knowledge. To die by my blade is an honor for you lot."
"No, don't kill me!" the bandit leader cried in terror. "You're a heretic, not a righteous person. Our robbery and murder have nothing to do with you!"
"It doesn't matter." Xue Bahuang curled his lips: "I've already said, killing is fine, but making the Blood Slaughter Sect take the blame is not."
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared, and heads flew high into the air.
In fact, these bandits had no chance of resisting Xue Bahuang, the fourth-ranked expert on the Wind and Cloud Ranking.
The Blood Eight Desolations Blade seemed to possess a strange magic. As the blade flashed, the bandits were mesmerized, even forgetting to flee.
Blood Eight Desolations was like chopping down a bunch of scarecrows; in just a few swift moves, he cut down all the bandits.
"Huh?" Lin Fei, hidden in the darkness, let out another soft exclamation. He had noticed that the sword technique used by Xue Bahuang was somewhat similar to the Feather Robe Sword Style that his master, Yuanyi, had taught him.
Killing a few bandits was an easy task for a master like Xue Bahuang. He sheathed his scimitar back into his waistband and looked into the dark forest: "Friends over there, you've been watching for long enough, why don't you show yourself?"
The direction Xue Bahuang was looking was precisely where Lin Fei was at that moment.
Even with Lin Fei's cultivation level of only four apertures, he could still sense the slightest movement within a radius of several miles. Not to mention someone like Xue Bahuang, who possesses seven apertures and exquisite perception.
Knowing that his whereabouts had been exposed, Lin Fei stopped hiding and revealed himself: "The Demon Blade Forget-Worry Blood of the Eight Desolations truly lives up to its name!"
"Hehe, just a few bandits who don't know anything about the trade, nothing special." Xue Bahuang chuckled, pulling a handful of beans from his pouch. "Ninth Sister's fried beans are the most delicious thing in the world. Brother, would you like to try some?"
Lin Fei had seen many unorthodox people. Some were as alluring as Ji Lianxing, others as domineering as Qin Zhongshan. Even the White Lotus Saintess, who appeared to be incomparably holy, was actually unapproachable and didn't take others seriously at all.
People with wicked ways, no matter how they appear outwardly, are in fact extremely arrogant. To them, others are more like tools.
Lin Fei had never met anyone as enthusiastic as Xue Bahuang before. They didn't seem like people from the Eight Evil Paths at all.
Lin Fei could sense that Xue Bahuang's enthusiasm was not feigned, but came from the heart. He was also puzzled as to how such an anomaly had emerged from among the eight evil paths.
"Then I shall accept your offer." Lin Fei smiled and took a handful of fried beans from Xue Bahuang's hand.
With Xue Bahuang's strength, there was no need for such a despicable method as poison to deal with Lin Fei. Therefore, Lin Fei was quite at ease and simply threw the fried beans into his mouth.
The fried beans melted in his mouth, instantly transforming into a rolling wave of heat that impacted all of Lin Fei's acupoints.
"Cough cough cough!" Lin Fei felt hot all over, his face turned red, and he coughed several times because he was choked.
These fried beans, made from some unknown ingredient, somehow managed to increase one's internal energy, much like a medicinal pill. Lin Fei circulated his energy slightly and suppressed the heat wave within his body, while simultaneously feeling that his internal energy seemed to have become more abundant.
"Hahaha!" Xue Bahuang was amused by Lin Fei's appearance and burst into laughter: "Brother, you can't eat too much of this at once, or it will be hard to digest!"
He held a bean in his hand, flicked it high into the air with his thumb, and then lifted his hand so that it landed steadily in his mouth.
Xue Bahuang squinted his eyes, looking thoroughly enjoying himself: "Delicious, truly delicious. Next time I go back, I'll have to ask Jiu Niang to prepare more for me!"
"This guy is really a weirdo," Lin Fei thought to himself.
A Jade Emperor Sect disciple who had been expelled from the sect, a notorious member of the Eight Evil Paths, eating fried beans next to a pile of corpses—this scene, no matter how you look at it, seems incredibly bizarre.
"By the way, Brother Xue," Lin Fei asked, "Didn't the Eight Evil Paths all withdraw from Southern Tang? How come you're here?"
Lin Fei is no longer a disciple of the Jade Emperor Sect, so there's no need for him to risk his life against Xue Bahuang. Besides, no matter how you look at it, Xue Bahuang doesn't seem like a vicious and wicked person.
"Hehe, our Evil Eight Paths has withdrawn from Southern Tang," Xue Bahuang said. "But we simply no longer appear as a sect and no longer recruit disciples in Southern Tang. As for me personally, there won't be any problem."
At this point, Xue Bahuang's face fell: "Originally, I came to Southern Tang to visit Leiyin Temple and witness the Ananda Breaking the Precepts Sword Technique of those great monks, in order to accumulate experience for opening the Heaven and Earth Profound Gate. But now, I have to go to the Sword Pavilion of Tianyin Sword Sect first."
He sighed deeply: "I made a bad choice in making friends! I don't know how much time this trip will waste!"