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Chapter 57 - Sword Chop Luo Xiang

"Kid, I heard that you have a mid-tier flying sword? Tan Hong continued saying as he looked at Chen Dazzling's face which was filled with disdain, "If you bring out your flying sword now, I can let you go today."

It was obvious that he had the Hundred Ghost Baleful Yin Array. Unless it was the Tactics Master s or the inner strength warrior s, he did not put them in his eyes. It was clear that Chen Yao was not one of them.

In his eyes, Chen Yao was merely a young master from a wealthy family in the mortal world. However, in the face of power that could dictate life and death, what was he worth?

Chen Yao looked at the unconscious Sun Tongtong that was tied up and rage flashed in his eyes.

"Flying sword, right? I'll give it to you. "

With a thought from Chen Yao, the mind-mind sword appeared on the battlefield like a ghost. Following Chen Yao's intent, it headed towards Tan Hong.

The flying sword's speed and power were astounding, but Tan Hong was not angry. Instead, he was happy.

"What a great flying sword. I, Tan Hong, am doomed today."

"Crunch."

A rune exploded in his hand, and at the same time, an ancient looking black bell appeared around his body.

"Thud."

The mind-mind sword collided with the Great Bell Void and made a loud noise.

"Clank, clank, clank."

Under Chen Yao's will, the mind-mind sword continued to attack the black bell image, however, it was unable to break through it. The mind-mind sword and Chen Yao's mind were linked, after a few attacks, Chen Yao felt dizzy and could not help but stop the mind-mind sword from continuing its attacks.

The mind-mind sword floated between the two of them, its red flames pulsating incessantly.

With Chen Yao's current strength, he could not use the mind-mind sword more than three minutes at a time. Otherwise, he would have become an idiot after overdrawing his spiritual energy.

So if he could not break through the defense, then he had to put away the mind-mind sword.

Tan Hong, who was wrapped up in the black clock image, stood on the spot with his hands behind his back and said proudly to Chen Yao.

"Kid, my Dark Fiend Bell has been infused with the protective talisman, and is made from the resentful energy of forty-nine undead infused into my master, the Ghost Master. Once used, it will form the image of a giant bell formed from resentment, and can't be broken unless it's a high-grade magic tool, although a mere flying sword is a miracle, but unfortunately, it only has the power of a mid-grade magic tool."

Hearing Tan Hong's words, the envy in Luo Xiang's eyes was extremely strong. He hurriedly flattered him.

"Ghost Master is truly worthy of being called a Tactics Master. To have such powerful methods, to be able to lead and lead the way for Ghost Master, is the fortune of my rigid door."

When Tan Hong heard this, he said, "Hmph, my master will step into the Core Formation stage sooner or later. At that time, my master will have a very important position in the entire Northwest mutant world, and I, Tan Hong, will naturally become an existence that everyone admires."

Then, he disdainfully glanced at Chen Yao, who had turned pale from the backlash from using the mind-mind sword.

"You are just a young fool who has just started cultivating, how can you understand my master's divine strength? I'll kill you today with just one hand. "

In his eyes, Chen Yao was merely an elementary stage Cultivation that knew how to use a shallow magical equipment.

Luo Xiang hastily agreed.

"Yes, yes, yes. Brother Tan has used all of his skills to become the true successor of the Ghost Master. It would be easy for him to kill such a kid."

However, in the next moment, his voice abruptly stopped.

"Swish."

No one would have thought that the mind-mind sword floating in the air would shoot towards Luo Xiang without any warning. Everything happened in a split-second, and before Tan Hong, who was standing beside Luo Xiang, could react, he saw Luo Xiang already on the ground, a small hole appearing between his brows, blood gushing out from it.

"Ji Ji, ji, ya, ya, how annoying. The entire world is quiet now." Chen Yao looked at the dead Luo Xiang, who was lying in a pool of blood. His eyes were filled with disgust.

"Kid, how dare you be so rash?"

Tan Hong's eyes were filled with anger when he saw Chen Yao kill Luo Xiang right in front of his very eyes.

Although Luo Xiang was just a dog to him.

Besides, Luo Xiang's father, Luo Yunsheng, was not as strong as his master, Ghost Master, but he was still a Tactics Master.

If anything happened to Luo Xiang, Luo Yunsheng would definitely cause trouble for him. For the greater good of the situation, his master Ghost Master might want to kill him to vent his anger on Luo Yunsheng. Thinking of this, Tan Hong wished he could eat Chen Yao in one bite.

To Chen Yao, killing Luo Xiang was something that he had planned to do.

When the first strike of the mind-mind sword was blocked by the Evil Yin Bell with a body protection talisman, Chen Yao knew that the Black Bell void was not something that could be broken by the mind-mind sword.

His plan worked.

Tan Hong naturally understood everything. He had been tricked by Chen Yao, his anger reaching the skies.

Seeing that the mind-mind sword had disappeared without a trace, he looked at Chen Yao and said.

"It seems that although that flying sword is mystical and can be driven by your will, your will is not strong enough. Every time you use it, there is a time limit. I do want to see what other methods you have."

As he spoke, the illusory black bell on his body also disappeared. The runes also had a time limit. Although the defensive power of the black bell was strong, it was still formed from resentment. It would gradually weaken with time until it disappeared.

Chen Yao only calmly gazed at Tan Hong, waiting for him to reveal an opening.

"Now you can die."

He saw Tan Hong pull out another talisman, it was clearly a type of talisman with great killing power, then just as he was about to use the talisman, his originally joyful expression instantly changed to one of surprise, and even panic.

This was because Chen Yao had already tightly gripped his hand that was gripping the charm. That charm had also been snatched away by Chen Yao. Chen Yao was looking at him with a "smile" on his face as he spoke in a harmless manner.

"Although the power of your symbols is quite good, in the end, they are still a bit slow!"

"You are not only a Cultivation cultivator, but also a martial cultivator?"

His eyes were filled with shock. Just now, Chen Yao was five meters away from him. However, in the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of him and even snatched away his symbols.

He knew that he had been careless this time around.

"This damned Luo Xiang, how is it that I won't tell me, are you still a martial artist?" At this moment, Tan Hong's face was hideous, obviously angry and anxious.

In comparison to warriors, although Cultivation could kill people without them noticing, it still required a process of casting spells. Sometimes, a formation would be needed, and warriors would need to set it up quickly and quickly.

"Now you know."

Chen Yao punched out towards Tan Hong's chest.

"Crunch."

After exchanging blows with the Cultivation, close combat was the best chance for him to win. Therefore, when Chen Yao successfully approached Tan Hong, he naturally cherished the opportunity and put in all his effort.

Chen Yao exerted his full strength in that punch just now.

How could Tan Hong withstand a punch from him that he could punch away at the crippled copper tendon and iron bone?

"Ah!"

A blood-curdling screech came from Tan Hong's mouth. However, before he could finish his screams, Chen Yao continued punching Tan Hong in the chest.

"Puchi."

Tan Hong felt as though his heart was about to burst. The first punch had broken his ribs, and the second punch had smashed his internal organs.

It was difficult for him to even let out a scream. Just as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out from his mouth.

The arrogant Tan Hong from before was now suffering a fate worse than death.