Chapter 64 Hand it over to me.

Genres:Martial Arts and Xianxia Last update:25/03/24 17:43:59
    "What do you say?"

    The white-clothed elder, holding an ancient long sword, intending to eliminate Zhang Long, suddenly halted his hand movements. His eyes widened like round balls, disbelief written all over his face as he stared at the man in front of him, whose expression was extremely haggard.

    Zhang Long opened his mouth and repeated the words he had said earlier to the white-clothed elder, "Zhang Tianlin is not dead."

    The white-clothed elder's eyes widened, a moment of confusion flitted across his face, "It's impossible. A hundred years have passed. Even if that old guy is strong, he can't resist the erosion of time. He can't possibly still be alive."

    At this point, the white-clothed elder seemed to think of something and laughed coldly, "Are you trying to say that he's still alive like us?"

    Zhang Long shook his head, "He is living for real, with a physical body and a soul... Zhang Tianlin has reincarnated through secret arts, and has nine incarnations so far. He is creating unbreakable power and unbreakable body. As long as he comes back in another life, he will be invincible in the world and become an immortal existence in the nine states."

    Here, the white-robed elder clenched his fists and his eyes were filled with resentment. He swore angrily, "Bastard, bastard. That old guy, he actually let him become it. He Zhang Tianlin is what? Just a cowardly bastard who fled back from the outer circle for fear of death. When a great calamity approached, the strongmen of the human race fought bravely and suffered heavy casualties, but he stood in the background unmoved. Such a worthless piece of trash, how can he have a chance to be reborn and attain immortality…"

    "Injustice of the Tao, injustice of the Tao!"

    The white-clothed elder shouted angrily, with a fierce expression on his face.

    Zhang Long's face flashed with surprise. He hadn't expected that his young master's words would actually work. Thinking about this, he quickly added, "Zhang Tianlin has indeed obtained the power of immortality, but his thousand-year plan has been destroyed by my young master."

    The white-clothed elder, still in the height of his anger, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Zhang Long, his face full of derision. "Zhang Tianlin was always a cunning and sinister person. He could plot against us back then. Now, after another thousand years of planning, you say your young master has disrupted his grand scheme? Ha ha, laughable. I think you're just making up lies to survive."

    The white-clothed elder's lips curled into a cold smile, "The idle chatter is over. It's time to get down to serious business."

    With that said, the ancient long sword was raised horizontally, and its blade spirit shot up into the sky...

    The appearance of the majestic palace gate made Long Feiyan immediately stop in his tracks, and his eyes revealed a few more levels of alertness.

    In Chen Mo's words, there was the existence of a guardian here, although he had not seen him, but those who can guard a door must have considerable strength.

    As expected, at the moment Chen Mo's words fell, a figure abruptly emerged from the sliced space.

    He was over six feet tall, resembling a huge creature, but his body was emaciated, with limbs like those of a normal person, just that he was taller than most.

    He was wearing a long robe of purple, with a golden belt around his waist. The robe was embroidered with countless golden characters, but their meaning was unclear and resembled the complex ancient runes.

    He wore a Tai Ping (Peace) hat, with five-color tassels hanging in front and back, totaling twelve, which completely obscured his cheeks, hiding his appearance.

    He held a purple, slender sword, which was over seven feet long, and the handle was even three feet and three inches.

    The tall figure, the strange attire, all added to the mysterious aura of the guardian, resembling a messenger of Hades.

    He glared at Chen Mo and his companion for a moment, then tilted his neck, revealing the ferocious and revolting mouth, "Get out."

    The single, indifferent 'get out' echoed down, seeming to carry the screams of countless ghosts, leaving people with chills.

    Chen Mo drew out the colossal sword, standing in front of the guardian as if expecting it, "What if I say no?"

    With the words spoken, the guardian's tilted head straightened, and instead of speaking, he threw a sword backwards.

    "Be careful"

    The terrifying aura that came from the guardian's strike, like mountains pressing down, made Long Feiyan extremely vigilant. However, in an instant, she sensed a threat to her life. She pulled Chen Mo's hand forcefully and he was immediately pulled over.

    Suddenly, at the spot where Chen Mo had just stood, a sword mark appeared spontaneously, cleanly slicing through the space.

    Chen Mo quickly pulled Long Feiyan's hand and retreated a few steps, looking at the suddenly appearing sword mark with heart palpitations. A strand of her hair was fluttering in the air.

    That was Chen Mo's hair that had been cut off. If Long Feiyan had been a step slower, Chen Mo's head might have been split open like a watermelon...

    The guardian is truly terrifying.

    Long Feiyan had indeed felt the guardian's attack, but when she saw the sword mark in front of her, she was shocked beyond belief. Compared to the sword-wielding man she encountered in the third level, this guardian's strength must be even stronger.

    "Such an opponent, even if we join forces, we might not be able to defeat him. It's not worth risking our lives for something like the Celestial Mechanism Stone, so why not..."

    Long Feiyan hesitated for a moment. At the moment, her spiritual power had been somewhat depleted, and she had also sustained some injuries during her confrontation with Zhao Wanli and the others. If she were to face a guardian with such strength now, she might be in danger to her life.

    "The Celestial Mechanism Stone is not only crucial for us to escape from the Sword Saint Temple, but it also concerns whether Zhang Long can survive under the hands of that sword god. In any case, we cannot give up... The battle with the guardian is unavoidable."

    "Do you have a way to deal with him?"

    Long Feiyan raised an eyebrow, looking at the tall figure before her, a hint of fear lingering in her heart.

    Chen Mo closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, "Wait a bit."

    Long Feiyan raised an eyebrow, her expression wasn't looking good. Right when Chen Mo finished speaking, she saw the guardian lift his sword and strike again.

    Long Feiyan subconsciously tried to pull Chen Mo's hand to retreat, but Chen Mo was just as quick. Just as she tried to pull him away, he also forcefully tugged back. Once again, they managed to avoid the strike with their dodges.

    "It's not working. The guardian's attacks are getting stronger and faster. We still had some power left from the last time, but if we continue like this, both of us will end up at his hands."

    Long Feiyan realized that the guardian's strength was rising, and her heart grew more and more uneasy.

    Chen Mo's eyes suddenly opened, a smile forming on his lips, "Here they come."

    "What?"

    Long Feiyan was puzzled. She turned to look at Chen Mo, who was scanning the surroundings with his eyes.

    Suddenly, from all four sides, clusters of emerald-green energy balls emerged from the purple ground and floated towards the guardian.

    Long Feiyan also noticed the clusters of energy balls emerging from the ground, her expression filled with confusion, "These things...".

    Chen Mo immediately spoke up, "Ao Tian brother, now it's up to you to collect those energy clusters. Do not let the guardian absorb them."

    "I'll do my best, but what about that guy?"

    Long Feiyan turned to look at the towering figure before her, her eyes filled with concern. With just her own strength, she could easily collect the energy balls from all directions, but it was clear that the guardian would not be so cooperative.

    Chen Mo smiled, "Leave it to me."