CHAPTER 72: CHAPTER 72: HOW EMBARRASSING, I ACTUALLY GOT BEATEN TO TEARS

Lu Chengfeng climbed along the cliff face. Unlike Zhu Yuxian and Li Tingfeng’s pinnacle Lightweight Technique and Martial Arts, he could only use hands and feet, borrowing force as he went.

Suddenly, he heard Zhou Tong’s angry roar.

"Come on, keep going, kill!"

"Those who offend my Yuncang must be killed. No death, no rest!"

"No death... no... rest..."

He frowned, slightly turned his body, and grabbed a protruding rock on the cliff, looking downward.

He saw Zhou Tong standing alone against many, silencing the disciples of the Three Great Sects, leaving them motionless.

Thud!

Seeing a cold gleam flash fiercely into Zhou Tong’s chest, Lu Chengfeng’s face turned somewhat unsightly, his eyes flickering with numerous thoughts.

"He’s my enemy, his death is just right, saving me from acting personally, which would only sow discord with my master, considering the years of mentorship between them, how could there not be feelings?"

But then he thought again, "The sect is amidst life and death crises, if tangled in private grudges and witnessing without aiding, is it what a real man should do?"

Lu Chengfeng’s expression changed uncertainly, "The life and death of the sect can’t be decided by a small character like me, why risk my life to save an enemy?"

Various thoughts rotated like a lantern carousel, yet at the sight of that Flying Saber hitting the chest, his body shot forth rapidly, soaring across the steep cliff, then swooped down suddenly.

Clang!

Cold Sword Light swept everywhere, descending like raindrops from the sky, instantly stirring a bloody scene.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Seven or eight bodies collapsed directly onto the ground, not even knowing who the enemy was at that final moment.

The gaze of nearly all Three Sect disciples was fixed on Zhou Tong, Lu Chengfeng’s descent was unexpected for everyone.

As someone heard the sword blade slicing through air and turned to look, it was too late, Sword Light had spread coldly, cutting their throats.

Lu Chengfeng flippantly landed precisely beside Zhou Tong’s body, his right hand holding the long sword diagonally, exerting slight force, its blade vibrated, producing a clear Cold Cicada sound.

Hum!

Sword hum resonated, blood dripped onto the sword’s body.

"Those who offend my Yuncang must be killed, no death, no rest!" At that moment, Lu Chengfeng’s mind was filled with complex emotions. Originally destitute, he grew up in the Yuncang Sword Sect, where all his Martial Arts were passed down from the sect.

Zhao Changzhen was his benefactor, Yuncang Sword Sect his jianzong. Here he learned, grew, and married, mountains and rivers, grasses and woods, morning glow and raindrops, cloud cover and dispersal, all were so familiar.

"I am inherently emotionless, at that time for a gift, I married Suyi at first sight, long casting aside the young female disciple."

"At this moment, to risk life for enemy and sect, it is absurd to the extreme."

Lu Chengfeng was more conflicted than ever, but his chest seemed to hold a breath, shouting angrily: "Who dares to fight me?!"

"Not afraid of you." An Iron Banner Sect disciple growled, wielding a long spear, fiercely thrusting it like thunder, producing a shrill whistle in the air.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

Cold Cicada Sword sliced like a snake in an instant, precisely hitting the spear tip, slowing its offensive slightly, then swiftly swiping along, sparking electric flashes upon the spear shaft, deflecting the weapon aside.

Thud!

Sword Light flicked, Three-foot Sword Qi burst out, directly tearing the grasped hand on the gun shaft, three fingers along half the palm fell directly to the ground, blood gushing like a spring.

"Ah..."

The person let out an unbearably tragic wail, but the next moment abruptly stopped, a streak of cold light flashed across the throat, sending its head skyward, blood poured like rain.

Lu Chengfeng became drenched in blood, his sword covered in crimson stains, lifting his long sword, Three-foot Sword Qi surged again, roaring "Who will come to die?"

"Really think you’ve mastered True Intent?" Iron Banner Sect disciples held deep grievances with Yuncang Sword Sect, immediately someone shouted angrily: "Even if he cultivates Three-foot Sword Qi, how many cuts can he make? We all attack together, cut him to death with random blades."

"Kill!"

"Everyone go together."

With someone stepping forward, the tense and oppressive atmosphere broke instantly, two Iron Banner Sect disciples rushed out, followed by more behind.

In this narrow passage naturally allowing at most three abreast, where Zhou Tong stood was slightly narrower, trying to display Martial Arts fully, two were already the limit.

Across from them, two Iron Banner Sect disciples, one wielding a longblade, one wielding an iron spear, chopping and thrusting, rhythmically attacking toward Lu Chengfeng’s throat and chest.

Thunk! Thunk!

Lu Chengfeng flickered Sword Light, slashed onto the incoming longblade, then the sword blade curved like a serpent, borrowing force to amplify speed, springing onto the thrusting spear.

Simultaneously, Lu Chengfeng slightly tilted his figure, exerting his step, threading through the knife and sword gaps, his left hand Hidden Blade suddenly activated, glinting sharply upon it, Sword Qi tremored, then savagely plunged into the opponent’s eye socket.

"Ah..."

Amidst excruciating cries, Lu Chengfeng’s Cold Cicada flitted, parrying the other descending longblade, knife and sword clashing, producing an ear-piercing buzzing hum.

He flew with a kick viciously onto the opponent’s chest, Sword Light slashed consecutively, the other’s longblade clattered down, then the sword edge swept, directly severing the throat.

"Ah... ah... so painful, kill me, kill me, quickly kill me!"

The Iron Banner Sect disciple holding the long spear was stabbed fiercely into the eye socket by the Hidden Blade sheath and its sword edge, leaving a gaping blood hole on the face, rolling madly on the ground, yet unable to die quickly, wailing miserably.

Lu Chengfeng strolled slowly closer, advancing Cold Cicada Sword, exerting force, the blade precisely piercing into his other eye, this time penetrating the skull savagely, half the sword body embedded, nailing his head onto the ground.

Blood flowed in sheets, bones stark white, Lu Chengfeng pulled out the sword blade, producing a spine-chilling grinding sound.

"Ahh... oof..."

Across, someone bit down hard, feeling chills running through their spine, their whole body trembling.

"You... why such cruelty?!"

Lu Chengfeng raised his head, eyes filled with cold color, "Heh, you’re the next."

"Ah..." A Cyan Simurgh Sect female disciple couldn’t bear the bloody cruelty any longer, screaming shrilly, "I want to leave, I want to leave, I want to go home, I can’t take it anymore, I want to go home."

"You all, fear you can’t leave now!"

Lu Chengfeng raised the blood-smeared sword sheath and Cold Cicada Sword, suddenly laughed, eyes faintly teary, "Hahaha!"

"You really think a single person can stop all of us? We’ll all go, kill him."

"Charge!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Those disciples of the Three Sects were just roaring, when suddenly a black Shacoqi descended from the sky, flying like a poisonous python, in an instant leaving many dead to the ground.

A palace-robed woman slowly descended from the sky, landing before Lu Chengfeng.

"Master..."

Lu Chengfeng spoke somewhat choked up, unable to understand his feelings at this moment, excitement, trembling, joy, along with a trace of inexplicable grievance.

"Truly embarrassing, being beaten to tears..."

Zhu Yuxian said so, shielding Lu Chengfeng behind her, but as she turned around, there was a tinge of smile on her lips, her chilly stunning face was like melting ice, mesmerizing to behold.