The Rise of the Evil Sword God
Chapter 35: The Man in Black
As Yan Zilan ran, Feng Yun also followed him, but this time he teased him from time to time on the way.
Yan Zilan was not upset with Feng Yun, he also liked his sweet talk. They traveled for three hours in the mountains.
"God…"
Suddenly they heard screams, two terrified cries caught their attention.
"The voice of the screams seemed familiar." Feng Yun listened to the screams and said. He felt he knew that voice.
"okay! Let's go, look." Yan Zilan said as he ran towards the cry. In front of them, there was a small lake fifty meters wide.
When they reached that place, they saw two people lying on the ground near a small lake, their bodies were filled with wounds and a large amount of blood was flowing out from their bodies. They were severely injured, seeing their wounds, they would not be able to live and die within a few minutes.
A middle-aged man stood there and looked at the A Spirit Herb not far away from him. There was fear on the man's face, wearing black clothes, his hair was also black. His face is ugly, it looks scary.
The Spirit Potion was one foot tall and two toe-size, with a red-colored fruit hanging on the Spirit Potion.
"They are Zhou's brothers." Feng Yun recognized the two people lying on the ground in a half-dead state. Feng Yun looked at the man and the Spirit Herb with understanding. Clearly, the Zhou brothers died because of that Spirit potion. But he was now more worried because the man killed the Zhou brothers, and there were not even signs of damage to his body.
"That's the Fruit of the Red Spirit, and it's ripe." Yan Zilan said slowly. The Red Spirit fruit takes ten to twenty years to mature, every ten years it produces a red fruit. There were two Red Fruits on the Little Spirit tree. The Red Spirit Fruit was a high-tier Spirit Ranking Fruit, it could help body refining cultivators to destroy the Spirit Gathering Stage and any Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator could advance a small world after consuming it.
Its value was far more precious than the Blue Moon Spirit Flower that Yan Zilan had on him.
But when Yan Zilan checked the cultivation base of the black-clothed person, he immediately parted ways.
His strength was much stronger than Yan Zilan could deal with.
"We need to leave this place as soon as possible." Yan Zilan whispered. He slowly took a few steps back.
"I don't think we can leave this easily, he's watching us." Feng Yun slowly said in a desperate voice.
"This guy is here." The moment the two of them left, Yan Zilan suddenly grabbed Feng Yun's hand and looked in front of them as if they were facing a great enemy. The man with great fear on his face, wearing a black robe, slowly walked over.
"If you're here, why not stay here forever." The man's voice was hoarse as he spoke, his two eyes displayed an evil and cruel aura that made people tremble in fear. …
"Hahaha, in front of you I killed two Sect disciples. Do you think I'll let you get out of here alive?" The man laughed, "In a moment, I will kill all of you. Everything you have will be mine."
The man exuded a powerful aura as he locked onto Feng Yun and Yan Zilan, and said in a hoarse voice.
Sensing the menacing aura of the man in black, Feng Yun and Yan Zilan found it hard to breathe, and they could only sink to the ground.
"Nature's Peak of Spirit Gathering. This guy should be an expert at Spirit Gathering Peak."
From the imposing manner the man gave, Yan Zilan could guess his strength, his heart falling into the depths of the abyss.
With his strength and Feng Yun, there was no chance for them to survive if they met an expert from the Peak Spirit Gathering Realm. A drop of cold sweat flowed down his temple.
At this moment, he was really scared.
"Feng Yun, I will restrain him, you will escape from here, immediately return to the Seven Swords Sect. Report this to the elders of the Seven Swords Sect and ask the sect to avenge us." Anxious Yan Zilan repeatedly sent voice transmissions to warn him.
Listening to this, a warm feeling gushed in his heart, he risked his life to give him a chance to escape. But he was not a coward who let him die while saving his own life.
"This guy is too strong, we don't stand a chance. We can just work together and hope there's a chance, or we'll die together." Feng Yun took a deep breath, quietly increased his physical strength, and prepared to give his all.
Yan Zilan's heart was filled with happiness that Feng Yun did not leave him and was ready to die with him.
"The Art of the Shadow of Fire Sword."
Yan Zilan was not just sitting there and waiting for death. Along with the ear-piercing sound of the sword, he leaped into the air. Limitless fire energy surged into the Flame Crystal Sword, cutting the black-clothed man carelessly.
"The Claw of the Black Eagle!"
Facing Yan Zilan's attack, the man did not dodge. Endless Spirit Qi gathered in his right hand, and in the blink of an eye, a sharp dark green phantom claw flew out and struck the incoming Fire Shadow Sword.
Bang out!