Chapter 86: Night Raid

  The Spirit Vessel traveled 30,000 miles in a day and arrived at the Sunset Wastes after three days of flight.

  The disciples each received a jade slip, which recorded the map of the entire Sunset Wilderness.

  The spirit boat descended to a low altitude of thirty zhang above the ground, flying around the periphery of the setting sun wilderness, and every hundred miles, it ordered a team of disciples to jump down into the air.

  A height of thirty zhang is no problem for a martial artist in the Lingwu realm.

  Half a day later, Zhang Shan's three-man team also parachuted down to the ground.

  The place where they landed was surrounded by desert, and now it's afternoon, the sun shines on the sand, heat waves rolling, the temperature is very high, but for a warrior, this is just a small matter.

  Took out the map jade slip, found their own location, three people discussed and decided on a direction to move forward.

  Before nightfall, they arrived at an abandoned oasis.

  There is a dry and deep well on the oasis, and some rough houses built with stones. It's estimated that there were desert people living here before, but they should have migrated after the well dried up.

  Three people walked into a spacious house, planning to rest here for one night and then continue searching for the magical thief's trail tomorrow.

  They took out food and water from their Mustafar badges and ate while chatting.

  After a hearty meal, they all began to meditate with a hint of consciousness paying attention to their surroundings.

  Time slipped away quietly and soon it was past midnight.

  "A group of warriors riding lion camels is approaching from the depths of the desert, estimated to be over a thousand people, likely to be demon thieves. They will arrive here within a minute, Host, prepare for battle."

  A thought from Ling'er came through the sea of knowledge, and Zhang Shan then stopped his work and stood up.

  Exercised a bit, walked out of the house and looked in the direction indicated by the monument spirit, waiting for the appearance of the demon thief.

  The dark night is no longer an obstacle for a martial artist in the Lingwu realm. With their internal energy gathered in their eyes, everything becomes as bright as day.

  After a while, Fang Yiru and Ling Yuwei also walked out of the house.

  Fang Yiru came to his side and stood still: "I sensed that an enemy has arrived, I didn't expect my junior brother to discover it earlier than me."

  "I just finished practicing and wanted to come out for some fresh air. I only sensed it when Master Sister came out." Zhang Shan said with a smile.

  At this time, on the distant horizon, human figures were swaying, like a large patch of dark clouds drifting towards this side.

  As they drew near, it could be seen that these people were dressed in black clothes, with a black headscarf on their heads, each riding a lion camel, and coming swiftly.

  "It's indeed the Demon Thief. According to the information released by our sect, the Demon Thief is someone who wears this attire and roams around attacking civilians and merchants, burning, killing, looting, and doing all sorts of evil deeds."

  Ling Yuwei took out her spiritual instrument, a curved dagger, as she spoke.

  "Their level is not high, most of them are still at the Qi Wu boundary, it's just that there are a lot of them, I don't know if there are any hidden experts among them."

  Fang Yiru's divine sense swept over, and she also took out her own spiritual instrument.

  It was a peach wood sword with a dark purple color, and the sword still had a faint green floral pattern, its spiritual energy was subtle yet not revealing itself, at first glance it wasn't an ordinary item.

  A wooden sword, Zhangshan had never seen one before and was curious, wondering if this wooden sword was sharp or had some other extraordinary features.

  The demon thief had already entered within a hundred steps, Zhang Shan didn't have time to think much, let out a loud shout, and rushed forward to meet him.

  Two women, one on the left and one on the right, closely followed behind, forming a sharp phalanx to charge forward.

  The two sides instantly closed in on each other and entered into a state of close combat.

  Those demon thieves' eyes revealed a bloodthirsty glow, loudly shouting, the slash of their horse-cutting knives tearing through the air, accompanied by a whistling sound, directly chopping down towards Zhang Shan in front.

  "What a mess!"

  Zhang Shan's Qinghong sword shook and transformed into several sword shadows, first landing on the blades of the incoming knives, then shrinking back before striking forward again.

  The sword light suddenly surged, and with a loud noise, the demon thief and his mount were both cut in half by the sword light. Blood splattered everywhere as they fell to the ground.

  The crescent-shaped knife on the left flashed, and the skull of the demon thief on the side flew into the air.

  Fang Yiru's peach wood sword silently pointed at the right side of the demon thief's throat, and the demon thief's body stiffened, falling heavily from the lion camel.

  Zhang Shan burst out laughing and continued to charge forward.

  In a group fight, you absolutely cannot let the opponent trap you in place, otherwise, even if your boundary and strength are higher than the enemy's, you can't withstand the human sea tactics, and you can be piled to death with lives.

  Zhang Shan charged forward continuously, those demon thieves were no match for him, one sword killed one person, without any pause.

  The demon thief roared in anger, also fearlessly wielding a horse-slaying knife towards him.

  Although these people are only in the realm of Qi Wu, they often form arrays and charge forward. Many Ling Wu realm warriors have died in their battle arrays.

  Thus, although Zhang Shan and the other two showed no mercy in their attack, they were still unable to intimidate them. On the contrary, it further stirred up the ferocity of these desperate fugitives.

  These bandits shouted unknown slogans, surging towards Zhang Shan and the other two like a tide, with a ferocious appearance that seemed to want to crush them into pieces.

  Zhang Shan's sword shadow covered a wider range, and his killing speed also became faster.

  The Chaotic Sword Style is truly in its element in this kind of group battle, with boundless power, using the enemy's strength against them, and concentrating the true strength of many enemies on one person, making it impossible to defend against.

  Endless enemies gave Zhang Shan an absolutely strong attacking power, and from time to time, he would throw in a small sword move, absorbing and transforming the enemy's true yuan, making him consume very little, and becoming more courageous as he fought.

  In the end, Fang Yiru and Ling Yuwei stuck close to his side, abandoning their attack and guarding only his flank, allowing Zhang Shan to slaughter freely.

  At this time, Zhang Shan was already immersed in the profound understanding of yin and yang, and he felt that every subtle change of his enemy was reflected in his mind, crystal clear. Those slashing horse knives, whether it was speed, strength, angle or timing, were all within his calculation.

  Some previously unclear key points began to merge and become clear in the continuous battle, and his understanding of yin and yang chaos rose to a new level.

  Zhang Shan suddenly let out a long whistle, the sword light surged violently, and the sword momentum became even more vigorous. The enemy who rushed to within one zhang of him immediately turned into severed limbs and broken legs.

  Suddenly, the figures parted, and there was no enemy in front of him. Zhang Shan found that he had already broken through the formation of the demon thief. Turning his head back, a bloody path stretched out behind him.

  Those demonic thieves were pierced through the formation, controlling the lion camel to turn around, with a deep-seated fear hidden in their eyes, and for a moment they didn't dare to charge again.

  Zhang Shan turned around and stood still, looking up at the sky and laughing loudly: "Great, great!"

  Fang Yiru also turned around at this time, her white dress was like snow, without a single stain of blood.

  Looking at the situation in front of him, he glanced at Zhang Shan: "Younger brother, you're a monster."

  Ling Yuwei took a deep breath beside him and said: "He's simply a killing god, are you the Demon Thief or are they the Demon Thief?"

  "Two senior sisters, I feel that I have gained a new understanding of swordsmanship. This time it's really worth it, let's go back and kill again!"

  With a flourish of his sword in hand, he burst into loud laughter and charged at the demon thief once again.

  Fang Yiru and Ling Yuwei exchanged a glance, shook their heads and followed closely behind.

  Before departure, the sect had already given a strict order that the demon thieves were evil and had done all evils, and everyone's hands were stained with the innocent blood of the common people, so let the disciples not show mercy and eradicate the evil.

  No matter how fearless one is, there's always a limit. Zhang Shan's brutal slaughter finally made this group of demon thieves realize that they were just a flock of sheep waiting to be slaughtered, without the slightest chance of winning.

  As Zhang Shan's figure approached again, the killing intent soared to the sky, and the demon thieves suddenly collapsed. They let out a loud shout and scattered in all directions, fleeing in panic.

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