CHAPTER 326: CHAPTER 321: SLASH

Li Fan stared ahead, the Li Hen’s Nine Swords transformed into a killing array, continuously slaughtering, yet was still blown away by the opponent’s giant wings.

The Jiao Peng Demon in front of him transformed into its original form, its attack power and defense continued to enhance. He roared, and black streaming light filled the sky, merging into a spear, stabbing towards the great sword descending to suppress him, attempting to break free from its restraint.

Li Fan’s figure flickered as he appeared atop the giant sword, his body like a sword, his gaze also like a sword. At this moment, his Divine Soul was pushed to the extreme, as the Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword Scripture operated, the Great Dao roared in his Sea of Consciousness, Sword Intent howled.

At this time, it was as if he had no self, he was a sword.

Sword lights descended from the sky, causing countless to look up. They saw giant swords seemingly coming from beyond the sky.

"What level of Sword Scripture is this?"

The crowd watched the scene before them in shock, even the Sword Cultivators from West Flame Island felt the shock in their hearts. Practitioners of the sword naturally had a deeper understanding, for the Sword Scriptures they practiced were also immensely powerful.

Yet, the scene before them was still extremely impactful.

The Jiao Peng Demon looked up and saw giant swords descending to suppress him. He roared, giant wings covering the sky, striking towards one of the attacking swords.

"Bang..." A dull sound resounded, the heavy sword like a star causing his giant wings to tremble.

Then came the second sword, the third sword... The Jiao Peng Demon realized something was amiss, his wings flapping, trying to escape this area, only to see the giant swords descendent sealing off the entire area.

Li Fan stood above, his gaze overlooking below, his whole body radiant, eyes reflecting the Sword of the Great Tao, resembling a deity.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

Intense sounds echoed repeatedly, the Jiao Peng Demon below roared in anger, his body continuously struck, yet with his top-tier demon physique, he still endured.

He looked up towards Li Fan, a fierce light in his eyes.

"Buzz..."

The Jiao Peng Demon merged with the spear, black streaming light filling the sky, merging into a single spear, wings spread wide like heavenly wings, charging at Li Fan. Only by killing Li Fan could he break the opponent’s Sword Dao attack.

When he looked into Li Fan’s eyes, he seemed to see not human eyes, but an infinitely deep starry sky. An ancient Divine Sword appeared there, Li Fan standing atop it, like a Sword Immortal.

As the dark stream of light charged at Li Fan, countless sword lights surged towards him, as Li Fan’s robes fluttered; even they seemed to become sharp, his flowing hair like keen blades.

A beam of sword light pierced through the dark stream, it was a sword. The Jiao Peng Demon’s body charging into the heights suddenly stopped, a huge hole appeared on his big head, pierced by the sword.

Li Fan’s figure appeared behind the Jiao Peng Demon, his white robe whiter than snow, his sword dripping blood.

One sword, slaying the Jiao Peng.

"That swordsmanship..."

The crowd gazed at the figure in white, their hearts stirring wildly, as they saw Li Fan once again swing his sword, severing the Jiao Peng Demon’s head, extracting a colossal Demon Core.

Not long ago, this Jiao Peng Demon had, with extreme dominance, hunted human cultivators. Many Cultivators perished by his hand, even those at the late-stage of Condensation, all were slain and had their inner cores devoured.

But at this moment, his head was severed by a human Sword Cultivator, and his Demon Core taken.

"Yang Qingshan." The Cultivators from West Emperor Palace all remembered the name, even those who previously harbored discontent against Li Fan from West Emperor Palace found their animosity dissipate into nothing, replaced by admiration.

Though Li Fan had previous friction with the Cultivators from West Emperor Palace, undermining their dignity, on the demon-slaying battlefield, slaying demons earned one respect.

Moreover, Li Fan slew a demon that other Cultivators couldn’t slay, indirectly saving many lives.

Cultivators from across the world, those who slay demons and uphold the Dao, deserve reverence.

"Good swordsmanship."

From the direction of the Sword Cultivators on West Flame Island, Yuwen Jing praised, that previous sword, too stunning.

"Indeed, good swordsmanship."

The West Flame Island Sword Cultivators beside him also acknowledged that sword, their gaze towards Li Fan a bit complicated.

West Flame Island Sword Cultivators entered the world, seeking to gain fame in one battle, showcasing the elegance of West Flame Island Sword Cultivators.

However, within West Emperor Palace, the West Flame Island Sword Cultivators found themselves suppressed by Li Fan.

Now, on the real battlefield against demons, the demons that West Flame Island Sword Cultivators couldn’t contend with were slain solo by Li Fan.

And just now, everyone saw that the West Flame Island Sword Cultivators dared not confront that demon.

"Kill."

At this moment, a human Cultivator shouted.

"Kill..."

Voices rose one after another, murderous aura soaring, Li Fan’s fight boosting morale, greatly elevating the spirits of the human Cultivators.

"I wonder if the earlier promise from West Emperor Palace still holds?" Amongst the battlefield crowd, Luo Qingyan glanced at Li Fan’s direction, a smile in her eyes.

Previously, West Emperor Palace had promised during the Demon Slaying Summit that those who made meritorious contributions on the battlefield would be greatly rewarded.

And within this battlefield, clearly, Li Fan’s great achievements would be etched.

Li Mountain Sword Cultivators, slaying demons and purging devils.

For some reason, though not from Li Mountain, Luo Qingyan and Meng Hong, among others, felt a sense of pride. It was as if they witnessed the legendary prowess of Li Mountain Sword Cultivators in demon slaying from stories of old.

For a millennium, Li Mountain Sword Cultivators have been the nightmare of Da Li’s demons, and even in these West Sea regions, the legend of Li Mountain Sword Cultivators is sung.

Now, witnessing it firsthand.

Though this young Li Mountain Sword Cultivator was still youthful, he was already in the Ning Dan Realm, capable of slaying the apex of Fifth Realm demons. Given another ten years, what scenery would await?

"Kill." Their figures flickered, moving to attack the demons. During the previous trip to Jiao Demon Island, the treasures of the Jiao Demon King were plundered, and everyone carried numerous Magical Treasures, providing some means of survival in this chaotic battle, as long as they didn’t provoke too powerful demons.

"Your sword, it’s growing increasingly formidable." After Li Fan slew the Jiao Peng Demon, Lu Yuan approached his side, whispered, her beautiful eyes revealing a pleased smile.

If the elders of Li Mountain saw this scene, they would likely feel happiness for Li Fan, who was already on the path to becoming a Great Sword Cultivator.

"Of course, I want to spar. Sparring with an expert is the most exhilarating."

The two bantered, yet they saw demons gathering to attack them. Li Fan felt that Power of Taiyin, after Lu Yuan broke through to the Ning Dan Realm, she underwent a transformation, her strength completing a leap. Even in the initial stage of Condensation, her phenomenon alone could freeze and kill a mid-Fifth Realm demon.

As those attacking demons were assailed by the Power of Taiyin, they faced freezing and even near-instant death.

Li Fan felt that Power of Taiyin emanating from Lu Yuan. Those demons coming to attack them stood no chance against their combined strike.

Even the Jiao Peng Demon had fallen by Li Fan’s sword and these demons, facing the Power of Taiyin from both of them, had no choice but to fall in battle.

On the battlefield across the air of Demon City, a more terrifying battle was raging, with Sixth Realm Dao Body Cultivators fighting against a Great Demon of the Sixth Realm.

Murong Gang’s glance swept over toward the lower battlefield, and of course, he noticed the events that transpired there with Li Fan.

Cultivators of this level, equipped with a Sixth Realm Divine Sense, could easily keep track of the battlefield’s developments, and the situation at Li Fan’s battleground certainly did not escape his notice. Who would have thought that it would be Yang Qingshan who stood up against that Jiao Peng Demon, which had been slaughtering human Cultivators, instilling fear in them, but now fell to Yang Qingshan and was stripped of its Demon Core.

From the opposing side, the Great Demon also glanced towards the battlefield below, undoubtedly having witnessed the events unfolding there.

The fallen Jiao Peng Demon held a significant status in the Nine Infant Island, and now, it was slain by a human, and its Demon Core taken.

"Stop them," Murong Gang declared, his figure flickering as he rushed toward the battlefield from the opposite direction.