Chapter 91 Ninth Overlord

  Zhang Shan did not retreat but instead advanced, taking a step forward. Suddenly, his blade flashed out and landed heavily on the tip of the opponent's spear.

  A loud crash, the leader of the demon thieves' long spear curved and twisted like a snake, and he let out a muffled hum as he flew backward.

  A figure fell to the ground, and the man's spear tip quivered, pointing directly at Zhang Shan, his face revealing a solemn expression.

  "You're not one of those Thirteen Knights again, are you? State your name."

  Zhang Shan looked at his opponent and suddenly asked.

  "Who are you?" he said slowly, "I am Li Qiye, the Seventh Kill, one of the nine overlords of the Thirteen Nights' Ride."

  "As expected, I'm not afraid to tell you that your Seventh and Tenth have been taken down by me. If you're smart, it's better for you to surrender."

  Zhang Shan tapped his sword and said with a smile.

  "Nonsense! You think you can? A mere Seventh-Grade Spirit Warrior." Lethal Qi sneered, of course not believing him.

  "Sister Master, you go help those fellow disciples, I'll take care of this person."

  Zhang Shan noticed that several of his fellow disciples on the other side should have been seriously injured.

  Just now they might have seen reinforcements arriving, so their morale was boosted and they repelled the enemy's first wave of attack. However, it seems that this is also the last stand. They were suppressed again by those demon thieves, and the situation is precarious.

  The two women naturally had great confidence in Zhang Shan, and after warning him to be careful, they charged towards the fellow disciples in the encirclement.

  "Surround him and kill him!"

  Lü Qi killed the earlier Zhang Shan's sword with a hint of fear in his heart, and now he swung his spearhead, ordering his subordinates to launch a siege, wanting to see the reality of his opponent.

  Those bandits did not dare disobey orders and, shouting loudly, charged towards Zhang Shan with their weapons raised.

  "These shrimp soldiers and crabs will come up but it's just sending them to their deaths."

  Zhang Shan's Qinghong sword swung out, and in the flash of the sword light, seven or eight rushing demon thieves were cut off at the waist, wailing to the sky before they died.

  "I'll say it again, Chi Bi Ji and Tu Shi Yi are already dead. If you don't want to follow in their footsteps, then surrender." Zhang Shan coldly stared at Lie Qi and said.

  When Zhang Shan called out Lao Qi and Lao Shi's names, a twitch appeared on Li Qi's face.

  "Did you really kill them?" he asked word by word.

  "Why deceive you? Now they are already dead and can't die again... Those who know the current situation are heroes." Zhang Shan persuaded him to surrender.

  But before he could finish speaking, Li Qi's aura on his body became extremely violent.

  "You actually killed them... Bastard, I'll tear you limb from limb!"

  He glared with his eyes wide open, and with a flick of his right hand on the gun handle, the long spear whirred to life in his hands.

  "Spiral Death Strike!"

  In the midst of angry shouts, the long spear suddenly shot straight at Zhang Shan, and when it reached halfway, it split into seven spear shadows, with the spearhead rapidly rotating to form a whirlwind.

  Seven sword lights flashed up at once, accurately and steadily pointing at each of those whirlpools.

  The usual sound of the stir-fried bean's true yuan collision rang out, the gun shadow dissipated, the sword light trembled, and suddenly merged into one sword, stabbing straight at Lijiqi in surprise.

  The long spear retracted and then thrust forward, pointing at the sword tip. With a loud "clang", Li Qi felt a massive force transmitted from the spearhead, forcing him to retreat three steps back.

  "Big windmill!"

  He took another big gulp, twisted his waist and turned around, his body rapidly spinning, the long spear was danced by him into a whirlwind-like cluster of light and shadow, sweeping towards Zhang Shan.

  Zhang Shan leaped into the air, his body folding in mid-air, merging with his sword as one, striking straight down at Lü Qi's head.

  "Old Seven's Eagle Strike?"

  Lethal Seven's gaze was bewildered for a moment, feeling that this opponent's move seemed familiar.

  The figure suddenly stopped its rapid spinning motion, body shooting up into the air, gun tip spitting out, and clashed with Zhang Shan's sword light.

  With a loud crash, Zhang Shan flew back, Li Qi killed fell from the air, sand and dust scattered everywhere, and a large pit was smashed out.

  He leapt out of the pit and saw his opponent flash over, transforming into eight figures, with swords that slashed or sliced, sealing off all angles of his body.

  "Starry River is undulating!"

  Li Qi's eyes widened in shock, his two hands suddenly contracted towards the middle of the spear, and with a fierce burst of strength, the spear shaft began to shake like a water snake. The spearhead and tail respectively shot towards Zhang Shan's sword light.

  A burst of clashing sounds rose, and Zhang Shan suddenly retreated: "Good marksmanship, it's actually used like this."

  "Are you using the Chaotic Wind Blade Technique?"

  Lü Qi's spearhead pointed straight at Zhang Shan, hesitantly shouting.

  His chest was churning with blood and energy, having just used all his strength to break through the opponent's attack, almost exhausting himself.

  "Haha, from the previous battle with Akatsuki, I realized something. Don't you think that compared to him, my sword style is more powerful?" Zhang Shan laughed loudly and said.

  "You figured out his moves after exchanging blows with him?" Lì Qīshā's expression was one of incredulity.

  "What's so strange about that? After fighting with you, I might be able to figure out your gun style. Hey, bring out some powerful moves and let me see them." Zhang Shan said with interest as he looked at him.

  Lethal Seven's heart was secretly apprehensive, his opponent's realm being two levels lower than his, but this innate talent was truly terrifying.

  Taking a deep breath, his eyes flashed with cold light: "Then as you wish, try this move of mine."

  As they spoke, a faint dark red glow also lit up on the tip of his gun, and then spread to the entire long gun.

  Zhang Shan felt the opponent's momentum constantly rising, with a fierce attack coming at him relentlessly, that kind of pressure was even greater than facing Akuma's consecutive hits.

  He didn't dare slack off, and his true yuan reached its peak as well.

  "Red Shadow Star Killer!"

  Lethal Qi erupted, and his entire being merged with the long spear to form a single entity, transforming into a dark red spear shadow as thick as a water bucket, shooting straight at Zhang Shan.

  A fierce and murderous aura filled a radius of ten zhang, as the shadow of the gun flashed by, yellow sand exploded upwards, its momentum shocking people.

  Zhang Shan's sword intent soared into the sky, and between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only he and his sword remained, with nothing able to shake them.

  Chaotic sword style slammed down on top of Gun's shadow, seven consecutive strikes, Zhang Shan also retreated seven steps.

  His eyes were bright and his retreating steps were steady and unhurried.

  The gun shadow began to fall under the obstruction of seven consecutive swords.

  Zhang Shan's mouth corner revealed a hint of a smile: "Jiemiè zhǎn!"

  The world is dead silent.

  The sword light flashed up.

  The gun shadow disappeared!

  "Boom!"

  Lü Qi killed and fell, then suddenly got up and let out a hoarse whistle: "I'll be back!"

  It made a sudden turn and darted outwards, disappearing into the darkness of night in just a few flashes.

  Zhang Shan stood with his sword in hand, a hint of astonishment flashing across his eyes, clearly not expecting Lü Qi to miss one strike and retreat far away.

  Those bandits saw their leader escape first and suddenly shouted loudly, scattering in all directions and fleeing towards the depths of the desert.

  "A mob!"

  Zhang Shan hummed and walked towards the direction of his fellow disciples with his sword in hand.

  Those fellow students had apparently reached the edge of exhaustion. As Mo Dao retreated, they could no longer stand and fell to the ground one after another, panting heavily.

  Fang Yiru and Ling Yuwei didn't suffer much damage, so they hurried to check on the person who had been seriously injured and fallen to the ground earlier.

  "It's just a minor injury from the external wound, but it seems like they've been poisoned? No, it should be a stream of demonic energy flowing through their meridians, destroying their meridians."

  Fang Yiru furrowed her brow and muttered to herself after reading it.

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