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Chapter 79 Devastating Victory

"How is this possible?"

Cheng Yifeng stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief.

The unease and premonition in my heart grew stronger.

How could this kid move around in the formation as if it were flat ground?

Before he could figure out the key to it, Lu Xuan had already arrived at the southeast corner of the formation.

That place is precisely the weakest point of the Blood River Asura Formation!

"break!"

Lu Xuan let out a low shout.

With fingers joined like a sword, a dazzling golden light instantly condensed at the fingertips.

Then, he gently tapped that empty space.

"Buzz!"

This finger strike seemed to have struck the very Achilles' heel of the entire formation.

The once surging river of blood immediately came to a standstill.

Immediately afterwards, all the Asura demons in the sky let out a mournful wail.

The next instant, it shattered with a deafening roar!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The formation was forcibly broken, unleashing a terrifying backlash.

The four Blood Blade Sect disciples, including Cheng Yifeng, were struck as if by lightning.

Blood gushed from their mouths.

The battle flags in their hands exploded.

Looking at the horrified Cheng Yifeng and the others, Lu Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes filled with disdain.

"If it were a true ancient killing formation, it might be able to trap me for a moment, but as for this piece of junk..."

Lu Xuan shook his head and didn't say anything more.

With a flick of his wrist, the jet-black Devouring Heaven Sword appeared out of thin air in his palm.

A faint, eerie light flowed across the sword's surface, emanating a chilling, predatory aura.

"Further words are pointless; I'll send you on your way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xuan sprang up and headed straight for Cheng Yifeng.

"Arrogant!"

Cheng Yifeng was, after all, a powerful expert at the ninth level of the Soul Platform Realm. Although he suffered a serious injury due to the backlash of the formation, his foundation remained intact.

Seeing Lu Xuan charging towards him, his eyes flashed with ferocity, and a blood-red longsword appeared in his hand. He unleashed all his spiritual power without reservation.

"Since the formation can't kill you, then I'll crush you with my strength!"

"Kill him!"

With a roar from Cheng Yifeng, the two late-stage Soul Platform Realm disciples forcibly suppressed their injuries, each took out their weapons, and surrounded Lu Xuan in a triangular formation.

As for the surviving disciple who was only at the early stage of the Soul Platform Realm, just as he was about to follow, a sharp sword light suddenly blocked his path.

Su Qinghuan stood with her sword drawn.

Although his face was pale, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Having been suppressed and suffocated by the formation before, now that the formation has been broken, her pride as a Soul Platform Realm cultivator has naturally returned.

"You bitch, I'll kill you!"

The disciple grinned maliciously, a pair of Emei daggers appearing in his hand, and he thrust them toward Su Qinghuan with a strange movement.

The two instantly engaged in battle, their sword energy clashing and the sound of metal clashing echoing incessantly.

On the other side, Lu Xuan was fighting three opponents at once, and the battle was extremely fierce.

"Blood Demon Slash!"

Cheng Yifeng brandished his blood-red blade, stirring up a sky full of bloodthirsty energy. Each strike was accompanied by the howling of ghosts and wolves, as if trying to suck people's souls into the blade.

The other two disciples were positioned on the left and right.

One wielded a long whip, while the other used double hooks, working in conjunction with Cheng Yifeng's attacks to continuously block Lu Xuan's escape routes.

Faced with the three attackers, Lu Xuan's expression turned solemn.

After all, the difference in their cultivation levels was undeniable. Cheng Yifeng was at the ninth level of the Soul Platform realm, just one step away from entering the Heavenly Origin realm, and the spiritual power contained in each of his attacks was incredibly profound.

"clang!"

A deafening clang of metal suddenly rang out.

The Heaven-Devouring Sword and the heavy Blood Blade collided in mid-air without any fancy moves.

Lu Xuan felt a tremendous force surging along the sword's edge.

The tiger's mouth holding the sword was slightly numb from the impact.

Even the ground beneath their feet couldn't withstand the terrifying pressure and immediately cracked open.

His feet sank three inches deep into the ground.

On the other side, Cheng Yifeng was also not in a good mood, and his body suddenly swayed.

A look of horror flashed in his eyes.

This kid is clearly only at the first level of the Soul Platform Realm.

Why is his spiritual power so condensed and profound?

Especially the force transmitted through his sword.

It was as heavy as a mountain, making it impossible to withstand.

"Again!"

Lu Xuan gave a low shout.

Instead of retreating, it used the recoil to rise into the air.

He swung the Heaven-Swallowing Sword downwards, transforming it into countless sharp sword shadows.

The long whip and double hooks that attacked from the side were deflected before they could even get close.

"Haotian Sword Technique, Slay Demons!"

With a low roar from Lu Xuan, the pitch-black sword energy surged forth like a tidal wave bursting its banks.

The dense aura of bloodlust surrounding them was immediately forced back several feet by this aura.

The disciple holding the long whip couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Damn it! What kind of swordsmanship is that?"

He felt as if his whip had struck not a person, but an iron mountain.

The immense recoil made his entire arm go numb, and his weapon nearly flew out of his hand.

"Don't engage him in a direct confrontation; use hit-and-run tactics to wear him down!"

Cheng Yifeng gave a word of advice.

He turned around, and the style of his blood-red blade changed. It was no longer wide and sweeping, but became sinister and cunning, targeting the places Lu Xuan would have to save.

Upon hearing this, the other two also changed their tactics, no longer engaging in direct confrontation, but instead using their agility to move around the area, occasionally launching a surprise attack on Lu Xuan.

In an instant, the arena was filled with the glint of swords and the surging of powerful energy.

Despite his formidable physical strength and exceptional swordsmanship, Lu Xuan found it difficult to make a breakthrough against the combined attacks of three well-coordinated masters.

"Pfft!"

A bloody gash appeared on Lu Xuan's arm, caused by the barbs on the long whip.

Although the wound was not deep and the bleeding was quickly stopped by the operation of the Chaos Devouring Heaven Scripture, this scene gave Cheng Yifeng and the others hope.

"He's injured! Keep it up!"

Cheng Yifeng was overjoyed, and the blood-red blade in his hand shone brightly as his attack became even more ferocious.

Lu Xuan frowned slightly.

His figure moved like a swimming dragon, weaving through the gaps in the three men's attacks.

Every time the Devouring Heaven Sword is swung, it precisely blocks the most deadly killing move.

On the surface, he seemed to be at a disadvantage, being completely suppressed by the three men.

However, his breathing remained steady throughout, without the slightest sign of disorder.

He is waiting.

Waiting for a fatal flaw.

"How come this kid's spiritual power seems inexhaustible?"

After dozens of rounds of fighting, the disciple with the double hooks was sweating profusely and secretly lamented his predicament.

Although they were of high cultivation levels, they had been injured by the backlash from the formation earlier, and now, under the intense combat, their injuries were showing signs of becoming uncontrollable.

On the other hand, Lu Xuan seemed to be getting stronger with each battle.

The force on the black longsword did not weaken in the slightest; on the contrary, it became even heavier.

"Now!"

Upon noticing a slight stagnation in the spiritual energy circulation of the Double Hook disciple, Lu Xuan's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

He completely ignored the bloody blade that Cheng Yifeng was about to strike down.

He even withstood a heavy blow from the long whip on his back.

His body suddenly twisted in mid-air, and he shot straight toward the man wielding the double hooks like an arrow released from a bow.

"Senior brother! Save me!"

The disciple cried out in fright and hurriedly crossed his double hooks in front of his chest to block the attack.