CHAPTER 71: CHAPTER 71: I... I’M SORRY...

The Broken Dragon Grand Canyon echoed with the sounds of battle.

In this incredibly narrow passage, both sides were engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Blades piercing in white and emerging red, killing an enemy in one moment, only to be hacked to death by another the next.

The brutality of this close-quarter fight was too intense, with severed limbs scattered everywhere, and agonizing cries and moans resonating through the canyon.

The Yuncang Sword Sect couldn’t gain the upper hand, even with Zhu Yuxian taking the lead in slaughtering over twenty Su Elders of the opposing side, they were still outnumbered by experts.

Additionally, the betrayal by a large number of Outer Peak Elders and disciples caused chaos within the Yuncang disciples, further complicating the situation.

Lu Chengfeng dared not charge deeper into the canyon, where Su Elder level experts unleashed Body-Breaking True Qi with their Sword Intent, causing the ground to shake and rocks to fly. Any ordinary disciple approaching the battlefield would be swept away by the aftershocks, leaving no corpse intact.

He was also in big trouble at the moment; after the panic of the sudden attack, the disciples of the Three Great Sects quickly reacted and started to encircle him rapidly.

Having absorbed the gift from the Inner Peak Elder level masters, even though he hadn’t mastered Sword Intent, his skill in swordsmanship and Lightweight Technique could be said to have reached perfection, and his experience was unmatched at the same level.

He quickly backed against the cliff wall, fighting while moving to avoid being completely trapped.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Outnumbered by enemies, he faced adversaries everywhere, weapons attacking from all directions. If not for the cliff wall at his back and the canyon’s narrowness, the situation would be even more dangerous.

"Kill him, he’s impersonating a Yuncang disciple."

"We mustn’t let him out of sight."

"Everyone, attack."

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Lu Chengfeng circulated Inner Strength, wielding the Hidden Blade sword sheath in his left hand, parrying the enemy’s weapons with extreme precision.

The sword sheath gifted by Elder Yun Mo was of a highly special material, even tougher than his Cold Cicada Sword, producing sparks when clashing with enemy weapons.

As the weapons collided, he swiftly trembled his left hand so that it would slightly retreat upon impact and then intercept again, repeatedly dissipating most of the enemy’s strength.

It was like the trembling of a Cold Cicada’s wings, a highly ingenious technique in swordsmanship to neutralize force.

Though the enemies were numerous and powerful, he fought them single-handedly, parrying countless weapons. Without this method, his entire arm might have been broken from the force.

Even so, his left palm was a bloody mess, bearing significant injuries, while his right shoulder and left arm bore three or four bloody wounds.

Lu Chengfeng was the type who grew calmer in the face of danger, possessing terrifying acuity and spirituality during battle, always able to execute the most suitable moves at the most appropriate moments.

With Inner Strength flowing, he defended with his left arm, while his right hand wielded the Cold Cicada Sword like a venomous snake, elusive and penetrating without a gap through the enemy’s armor.

Each thrust of the Cold Cicada pierced deep into the enemy’s body, with Sword Qi vibrating, tearing apart their internal organs, killing them instantly.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Lu Chengfeng used the Hidden Blade sheath to block three weapons on the left, his figure swayed slightly, narrowly dodging a thrust from a spear and a strike from an iron whip on the right.

His long sword appeared like a phantom, instantly piercing through the throats of three enemies, spraying blood as their bodies fell heavily.

"Ah... kill him, we must kill him!"

Those surrounding Lu Chengfeng were furious, facing a lone opponent who inflicted tremendous casualties on them, with dozens dying under his sword.

A sneaky assassination at the start was one thing, but even when surrounded, he still managed to kill over twenty, which was unacceptable.

"If not for being without armor, I would slaughter them like dogs." Lu Chengfeng felt aggrieved, for although he had mastered Sword Qi, he was still flesh and blood, unable to withstand the swords and blades, and his Qi Power had its limits.

With armor, he wouldn’t need to expend most of his energy and stamina on defense, utilizing his Body Technique and armor to mow down enemies effortlessly.

"If I survive, I must procure a set of armor; it could be crucial in moments of need."

He was now drenched, with the blood of enemies and his own sweat, his arms weak and numb, his face slightly pale.

Blood loss from wounds on his arm and shoulder was significant, with continuous fighting worsening the bleeding, causing his vision to slightly blur.

"Ah, die for me!"

How could Lu Chengfeng resign himself to dying at the hands of these people? Confident in his unparalleled talent, he believed he would one day reach the pinnacle of the Martial Path. If he died today at their hands, he would die with regret.

With this thought, he forcibly summoned Inner Strength, his Cold Cicada Sword casting dozens of sparks, pushing back the advancing enemies amid clashing weapons.

He suddenly exerted strength in his legs, jumping up sharply, landing on the cliff wall behind him. Then, using his left arm to strike giant stones on the wall, stabilizing himself, he used his toes to push off protrusions on the cliff, rushing upward.

This swift action exceeded the opposition’s expectations; before they could react, Lu Chengfeng had already sheathed his sword and grabbed a rock, climbing rapidly upward using both hands and feet.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Seeing an opportunity, some launched hidden weapons, including Willow Leaf Flying Sabers and Iron Thorns, directly towards him.

But Lu Chengfeng was swift and nimble, rotating his body sharply to the right, then pushing off with his toes to climb a good distance upward again.

"Chase or not?" Seeing this, the crowd hesitated; unfamiliar with the Yuncang Sword Sect’s terrain, they momentarily didn’t know what to do, watching the enemy retreat.

"Don’t chase, let’s kill that other scoundrel first." Someone shouted, then charged toward the other side.

They saw Zhou Tong standing guard alone, the Heavy Sword of the Abyss sweeping, with twenty or thirty corpses surrounding him, his clothes drenched in blood, obscuring his original appearance.

His hair disheveled, staggering slightly, holding his sword with both hands, breathing heavily.

"Kill!"

He roared wildly, charging at the enemy again, the heavy sword sweeping across, snapping bones of three enemies in front, sending them flying.

But then his leg suddenly gave way, nearly collapsing to the ground, with his long sword dropping heavily.

"He’s, he’s out of strength." The disciples of the three sects across him showed joy at the sight, overjoyed by the scene before them.

Wielding immense strength, with a heavy sword, he attacked bravely without regard for his life, like a Mad Tiger, fierce and reckless, terrifying them intensely.

Seeing Zhou Tong exhausted, kneeling on one knee, supporting himself with his sword.

A disciple who had been hacked onto the ground earlier, severely injured but not dead, mustered his last bit of strength to stab his knife into Zhou Tong’s back.

With a squish, the knife plunged in.

Zhou Tong’s body trembled violently, tears filling his eyes, blurring his vision, "Ah... kill!"

He roared, summoning his last ounce of strength, the Ancient Abyss Sword slashing diagonally, decapitating the sneak attacker, showering himself in red blood, making even his hair sticky with crimson.

"Ha!"

Zhou Tong struggled to stand from the ground, his legs shaking, barely steady, holding the trembling Ancient Sword, shouting to the sky: "Come on, continue, kill!"

"Those who offend Yuncang shall be killed, fight till the end!"

"Fight till the... end..."

The disciples of the three sects watched him, soaked in blood, exhausted yet still shouting, in a state of madness, silent in fear and awe, captivated by his presence.

With a shudder, a Flying Saber pierced Zhou Tong’s chest, making him tremble, slightly lowering his head, watching the blood flow as his massive body finally collapsed.

His vision blurred, but he managed to whisper, "I’m... sorry..."