darknovel Chapter 142 Taking a Walk in the Gale
Chapter 142 Taking a Walk in the Gale
"My leg! My leg is broken!"
Luo Yun roared in terror.
The compass in his hand shattered instantly.
A terrifying surge of spiritual energy erupted from the ground.
That was the strangulation power of the late-stage Core Formation realm.
He desperately summoned a tortoise-shell shield.
"Bang!"
The shield shattered after holding out for a moment.
But that was only a brief moment.
This gave him a chance to escape.
Luo Yun scrambled out of the sea of flowers.
He was covered in blood.
The once neat Taoist robe was cut into strips.
There is a deep wound on my left arm that exposes the bone.
The dozen or so junior brothers and sisters who went in with him.
Only two quick-thinking individuals managed to escape.
The rest.
It all became fertilizer.
Blood stained that "path to survival".
Let those spirit flowers bloom even more enchantingly and eerily.
The rogue cultivators outside were all terrified.
Their faces were all deathly pale.
My legs feel weak.
If they had gone in first...
They are the ones who are dying now.
"This...this is the Gate of Life?"
Someone asked, trembling.
It was full of irony.
Luo Yun collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
The confidence in his eyes had long since crumbled.
All that remained was endless fear.
"Impossible...that's not what it says in the book..."
"impossible……"
Just as they were grieving for their parents.
On the right, in the Gale Canyon, which has been sentenced to death.
But no screams were heard.
Only the sound of the wind.
But in the whispers of the wind.
It seemed to have gained a strange rhythm.
Everyone instinctively turned to look.
then.
They witnessed a scene they would never forget.
The "beggar" they mocked.
It did not turn into minced meat.
He is still walking.
And they walk very slowly.
Very stable.
The black gale, like a raging beast, raged around him.
A wind blade powerful enough to tear apart metal and stone.
It cuts every inch of space in a dense pattern.
But Ye Changfeng remained calm and composed, handling the situation with ease.
Take a half step to the left.
sideways.
Bow down.
Turn right.
Every movement was simplified to the extreme.
There are no unnecessary frills.
every time.
The deadly wind blades grazed just past the hem of his clothes.
It was just a hair's breadth away.
Yet it could never harm him in the slightest.
He danced in the strong wind.
This is not simply a matter of toughing it out.
It's about anticipation.
That chaotic, unpredictable gale.
In his eyes, there are traceable chess records.
"This...how is this possible?"
One of the rogue cultivators rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from fright.
"Is he... taking a walk?"
Luo Yun clutched his still-bleeding arm.
Eyes widened.
He stared intently at that figure from behind.
His lips were trembling.
"Extremely meticulous..."
"This is incredibly precise movement technique..."
"He can see the path of the wind..."
"This level of mastery can only be barely achieved by body cultivators who have reached the peak of Core Formation..."
"Who exactly is he?!"
No one answered him.
Ye Changfeng has already passed through the most dangerous gale zone.
We arrived at a wide-open space.
There is no wind here.
There were no flowers either.
There was only a bare, rocky ground.
There were also several skeletons that had long since weathered away.
It looks safe.
"A great opportunity!"
Several bold rogue cultivators saw this.
He also imitated Ye Changfeng.
They gritted their teeth and charged into the gale-force winds.
They didn't have Ye Changfeng's discernment.
They could only rely on their protective magic items to withstand the attack.
"Pfft pfft pfft!"
The sound of a magical artifact shattering.
Fortunately, they were all on the periphery, and the strong winds had not yet gained momentum.
Despite their severe injuries and covered in blood, the group rushed through the gale-force winds.
We arrived at that open space.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"I'm not dead!"
"I'm coming!"
A scarred rogue cultivator was overjoyed.
He looked at Ye Changfeng's back as he stopped in front of him.
He said with a ferocious smile:
"Kid, thanks for showing me the way."
"The opportunities that follow will depend on our own abilities..."
Before he could finish speaking...
"Buzz—"
A soft hum suddenly rang out in the air.
That was the sound of a string snapping.
Scarface's laughter stopped abruptly.
His brow.
A red dot appeared without warning.
Followed by.
The red dot is expanding.
A stream of blood spurted out.
"Thump."
The body fell to the ground.
No one even saw how he died.
Two other rogue cultivators followed closely behind him.
He also covered his throat at the same time.
His eyes were full of disbelief.
Blood gushed from between his fingers.
It collapsed softly.
"Invisible sword energy."
Ye Changfeng stood still, without even turning his head.
In my mind.
The master's voice became somewhat serious.
"This is the real threshold."
"The testing stone of the ancient sword sect."
"The air is filled with invisible sword energy."
"A person without a sword heart."
"It's impossible to move an inch."
"To move is to die."
Silence fell once again on the people outside the canyon.
Is this even a path that a human can walk on?
This is a meat grinder!
Ye Changfeng slowly closed his eyes.
He did not use any magical artifacts.
He didn't even draw the iron sword from his back.
He just stood there quietly.
I adjusted my breathing.
This moment.
His aura changed.
That facade of being down-and-out and mediocre is gradually peeling away.
Instead.
It's his whole being.
It transformed into a sword.
A peerless sword being drawn from its sheath.
"Buzz—!"
This time.
The rumbling sound in the air was no longer a sign of danger.
It's a resonance.
A cheer.
That was the submission of ten thousand swords returning to their origin.
Amidst the stunned gazes of everyone.
The air in front of Ye Changfeng.
It was visibly distorted.
The invisible sword energy that was originally densely covering the open space.
They had somehow received a summons.
It automatically separates to both sides.
They made way for it.
A royal road that can only accommodate one person at a time.
Ye Changfeng opened his eyes.
Her eyes were like stars.
He took a step.
They calmly traversed this deadly terrain.
Not a single sword aura dared to obstruct it.
Not a single wind blade dared to approach.
He carried that rusty sword on his back.
They walked step by step into the darkness deep within the Sword Tomb.
He left behind a solitary and aloof figure.
From beginning to end.
He didn't even glance at Luo Yun.
Those so-called prestigious and righteous schools.
In his eyes.
It's just roadside weeds.
"Kenshin...Truly Enlightened..."
Luo Yun knelt on the ground.
Hoarseness.
That was the realm his master had been pursuing for thirty years of seclusion.
But I saw it in a rogue cultivator.
This is not just a matter of overwhelming strength.
It was especially true for those who considered themselves geniuses.
The loudest slap in the face.
Ye Changfeng's figure disappeared into the darkness.
Inside the Sword Tomb.
The light was dim.
The air was filled with the smell of rust.
Ye Changfeng had just breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't relax."
In my mind.
Master's voice suddenly became urgent.
"Those just now."
"It's just an appetizer."
There's a big guy up ahead.
"woke up."
"Click click click..."
A sickening metallic scraping sound.
It came from the darkness ahead.
Followed by.
Two scarlet "lanterns".
It was less than ten feet away from Ye Changfeng.
It slowly lit up.
That's not a lantern.
Those were a pair of eyes.
A pair of eyes embedded in the face of a giant metal golem.
Ruby eyes.
A terrifying pressure from the late stage of Core Formation.
"Those who trespass on the Sword Tomb..."
"die!"