Finger as Sword

The flying sword smoothly pierced into Wu Ren's back, but it penetrated less than half an inch before it could advance no further.

At the critical moment, Wu Ren summoned the Magic Power within his body in time to block the strike.

"Die!"

A strand of corpse baleful qi surged from Wu Ren's back, transforming into a sharp black sword that thrust directly toward Song Wen's heart.

Song Wen's physical body exploded once again, shattering into pieces.

Eight li away, Song Wen abruptly appeared, his heart pounding with lingering fear.

Golden Core cultivators were truly too powerful; there was not even an opportunity for a sneak attack.

He flew up into the air and roared at the top of his lungs once more.

"Wu Ren is here! Wu Ren is here! Wu Ren is here..."

Suddenly, a streak of red appeared at the horizon, flying over at extreme speed.

Joy surged across Song Wen's face.

He was finally saved...

A flash of crimson light swept past, and Song Wen was severed at the waist!

Yan Yuyan did not slow down, casting a disdainful glance at the two halves of Song Wen's body.

A demonic path Foundation Establishment cultivator actually dared to shout loudly in front of her-he was simply courting death!

However, what the man had said was actually true.

Wu Ren was just a few li ahead!

A snow-white sword light shot out once more, flying straight toward Wu Ren.

At that exact moment, Yan Yuyan suddenly sensed something amiss.

The figure she had just cut in two was not a living person at all, but a dead Puppet Corpse.

The cultivator who should have been slain had abruptly appeared on the wide surface of a river several li away.

In that brief instant, Yan Yuyan hesitated, but she immediately cast Song Wen from her mind, continuing to urge the Smoke Condensation Sword to slash toward Wu Ren.

Today, Wu Ren must die!

Wu Ren looked at the flying sword that had transformed into a streak of light speeding toward him, and fury erupted within him.

Not only had he failed to kill the murderer of his grandson, but the wretch had also summoned Yan Yuyan.

Staring at the rapidly approaching Yan Yuyan, Wu Ren roared in anger.

"Lei Jun is not here! Do you think you alone can kill me?!"

"Roar!"

A silver Puppet Corpse appeared before him.

This was a Tier 3 Puppet Corpse, comparable to a Golden Core cultivator!

The Tier 3 Puppet Corpse rose into the air, bypassing the flying sword to charge directly at Yan Yuyan behind it.

Meanwhile, a dragon of baleful qi rushed out from Wu Ren's body, tangling itself toward the Smoke Condensation Sword.

The dragon of baleful qi seemed to possess a physical form, opening its pitch-black maw to bite down on the blade of the Smoke Condensation Sword.

The Smoke Condensation Sword's sword qi surged, suddenly erupting with a shocking sword radiance dozens of meters long.

The sword radiance pierced completely through the dragon of baleful qi, but failed to annihilate it, only rendering it slightly more illusory.

The dragon of corpse baleful qi actually barely managed to trap the Smoke Condensation Sword.

The silver corpse pounced before Yan Yuyan, raising its pitch-black claws and slapping down toward her head.

A red silk ribbon flew out from Yan Yuyan's body, glowing brilliantly with red light as it blocked the silver corpse's claws.

The silver corpse's claws surged with baleful qi, yet they could do nothing to the seemingly lightweight red silk ribbon.

Like a long snake, the red silk ribbon wrapped around the silver corpse's arm, then its head, torso, and legs.

In an instant, the silver corpse was tightly bound.

Seeing this, Wu Ren was about to form hand seals when he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face growing even paler.

His injuries were more severe than he had anticipated.

Wu Ren gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with fierce light as he made a desperate gamble, roaring frantically.

"Explode!"

Silver light erupted brilliantly from the silver corpse's body as its aura became violent and fierce, emitting a destructive presence that could annihilate heaven and earth.

Yan Yuyan's coldly beautiful face instantly lost its color in shock, and she turned to flee from the silver corpse.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion shook the sky.

A violent gale instantly swept in all directions.

The winds surged and clouds churned!

The red silk ribbon tore into countless fragments, swept up by the fierce winds and blown far away.

Before she could flee far enough, Yan Yuyan was violently blasted away, plummeting toward the distant ground.

"Bang!"

Yan Yuyan's well-proportioned body, like a falling meteor, smashed through countless large trees and plowed a mud trench dozens of meters long into the earth before gradually coming to a halt.

At this moment, Yan Yuyan no longer looked like the cold and haughty female sword immortal from before; her condition was utterly miserable.

Between the violent explosion and the fierce impact, her red robes were reduced to tattered rags, most of her snow-white skin was torn apart, and she was covered in mangled, bloody flesh.

She struggled to stand up from the mud, only to see Wu Ren chasing after her with a sinister cackle.

"The Orthodox Sects' astonishing genius sword cultivator is nothing more than this!"

"You forced this old man to lose a silver corpse. I will refine you into a new one to replace it!"

"Jie jie jie jie..."

"Such a delicate and beautiful body, it is truly a bit of a pity to turn it into a silver corpse."

Yan Yuyan raised her face, which had been scraped bloody and ragged by the ground, looking somewhat terrifying. Yet her resolute eyes still flickered with the sharp glint of sword light.

"Hmph! If you want to kill me, let's see if you have the ability!"

"Smoke Condensation Sword!"

The completely snow-white Smoke Condensation Sword shot over from the distance, carrying majestic sword qi as it slashed toward Wu Ren.

Wu Ren laughed coldly.

"You sword cultivators are truly boring. Back and forth, it is always just a single flying sword."

As he spoke, a pale white funeral banner flew out from Wu Ren's body, expanding with the wind until it reached one zhang in size.

A massive amount of ghostly qi poured from the funeral banner, enveloping the flying sword.

Yan Yuyan was heavily injured, and the flying sword's power was greatly reduced; it temporarily could not break through the entanglement of the funeral banner's ghostly qi.

Wu Ren took the opportunity to close the distance, pouncing toward Yan Yuyan.

Yan Yuyan's eyes narrowed. Instead of retreating, she advanced.

Her right hand formed a sword finger, and upon her slender fingertips, a crisscrossing sword qi erupted, powerful enough to shatter mountains and rivers.

The finger sword thrust directly toward Wu Ren's chest.

Wu Ren's face twisted in shock and terror. He had not expected that despite being heavily injured and without her sword, Yan Yuyan could still unleash such a sharp, terrifyingly extreme sword qi with just her fingertips.

In his panic, a massive amount of corpse baleful qi surged before him.

The corpse baleful qi began to solidify, gradually taking the shape of a shield.

However, before the shield could fully form, Yan Yuyan's sword finger arrived.

The finger sword struck the baleful qi shield, causing it to instantly dissipate, but this bought Wu Ren a fleeting moment.

He twisted his torso slightly, shifting his vitals out of the lethal path.

The incomparably sharp sword qi penetrated Wu Ren's right chest and erupted from his back, shooting into the far distance and tearing away half of his back along the way.

A wound the size of two fingers appeared on Wu Ren's right chest, but his back now bore a hole as large as a basin.

Furthermore, a massive amount of residual sword qi remained inside him, ravaging his internal organs.

At the exact moment Yan Yuyan's finger struck Wu Ren's chest, Wu Ren also slammed his palm down.

This palm was originally aimed at Yan Yuyan's head, but she dodged it by turning her body, causing it to land squarely on her left shoulder.

Her entire left arm was severed at the root, and her shoulder bone was completely shattered, as if half her body had been broken apart.

Both of their bodies were simultaneously thrown backward dozens of meters, crashing heavily to the ground.

......

Within the great river.

After using the Puppet Substitution Technique to evade Yan Yuyan's fatal strike, Song Wen appeared on the surface of a great river several li away.

He dove straight to the river bottom, completely restraining his aura to make himself seem like a lifeless stone, allowing the rushing river water to carry him along with the flow.

Once a cultivator reaches Foundation Establishment, they transcend the limitations of mortals. They can go without food for long periods and do not need to breathe air; as long as they have sufficient spiritual energy, they can survive underwater for an extended duration.

Suddenly.

He felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows!

It was the Black-armored Gu he had left on the shore. It had been inadvertently killed by the stray sword qi from Yan Yuyan's final finger sword attack.

However, right before its death, he had managed to witness the scene of both Golden Core cultivators grievously injuring each other.

A fierce light flashed in Song Wen's eyes. Wu Ren knew that he was the murderer who had killed Wu Sui; leaving him alive would eventually bring disaster.

Now was the perfect opportunity to eliminate him.

Song Wen stabilized his body against the rushing current and patted the corpse-nurturing bag at his waist.

Two Tier 2 Puppet Corpses immediately stood prominently in the water.

Then, guided by the Black-armored Gu, the two Puppet Corpses rushed out of the river, charging toward the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Song Wen found a cave at the bottom of the river, pulled in his aura, and hid inside.

Still feeling somewhat insecure, he arranged the Qi-Concealing Spirit-Isolating Array within the cave.

Back then, the formation master had claimed this array could deceive the spiritual sense detection of a Golden Core cultivator. He could only hope the man's words were true.

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