Immortal Soaring Blade

Vol.2-Chapter 277 – The Moth Flies Into the Flame

Ling Bo Re had cultivated for many years and her heart had always been calm. However, when she saw Zhao Jiuge fall to the ground, a ripple suddenly appeared in her heart.

She disliked this feeling; she didn’t like that a ripple had appeared in her heart. She seeked immortality and she had no heart to pursue other matters.

However, she might not even have noticed that her brows were tightly locked and her fingers had turned white from clenching her sword.

Anger suddenly surged in her heart and she looked at Wang Changrui with cold intent. Sword energy erupted from her—it was the fourth layer. This was the strongest layer of her sword art that she could use. She had just mastered it and was not used to it yet, but she still released it.

Song Rujing was the one that erupted the most. She was similar to Zhao Jiuge—both didn’t have many friends and cared a lot about the friends they did have. Seeing Zhao Jiuge injured like this, the tension from facing a Soul Formation Realm evil cultivator had completely disappeared and was replaced with endless killing intent.

Song Rujing lowered her head slightly and closed her eyes. Her expression became serious and her body excluded strange spirit force fluctuations. Song Rujing had decided to use her talent in spirit formations.

Song Yuansheng held the Spirit Heart Sword and released rays of sword energy. The Void Suspension Monastery taught all kinds of different skills, including sword arts. Song Yuansheng held his sword in his right hand while holding the Eight Edge Devil Submission Mirror in his left.

“Mere tricks.” Wang Changrui revealed a look of disdain. Perhaps before he reached the Soul Formation Realm, this might have been difficult for him. However, after reaching the Soul Formation Realm, he felt like he had entered a new world and realized just how weak the Nascent Soul Realm was.

While Wang Changrui talked, his grey robe gently moved and his Soul Formation Realm spirit force surged through his body. He revealed a perverted smile. He enjoyed the feeling of holding power in his hands. He also enjoyed the process of killing people, especially these heavenly geniuses.

“Spirit Capture Blood Net!”

Wang Changrui let out another roar and his skinny hand reached out at the void. Rays of blood-colored light gathered from the surroundings into his palm.

As he raised his right hand, a blood-colored web appeared. While it blocked attacks from him, it also flew toward Song Yuansheng and Ling Bo Re.

The rays of pink and blue sword energy were powerful, but they couldn’t do anything about the endless, blood-colored net. The moment one net was cut into pieces, another net would form. In the end, the rays of sword energy were completely exhausted.

Wang Changrui looked at their treasures with greed. He didn’t expect these disciples to have so many spirit treasures! And they were all so powerful! It has to be said that after cultivating for so many years, he only had one spirit treasure.

A pillar of white light shot out from Song Yuansheng’s Eight Edge Devil Submission Mirror. He was well-versed in how to use this treasure.

Wang Changrui let out a cold snort and a treasure appeared in his hand, a silver-white blade. It was not long, only about ? of a meter, but it was covered in blood-colored patterns. It was the only spirit treasure Wang Changrui had, the Night Devil Half-Moon Blade.

He raised his hand and slashed down with the blade. A ray of blood-colored light flew toward the pillar of white light.

There was a violent collision, and the pillar of white light lost and was shattered by the blood-colored light.

The Eight Edge Devil Submission Mirror trembled violently and then laid quietly in Song Yuansheng’s palm. The mirror had been damaged by Wang Changrui’s attack. If it were a precious treasure instead of a spirit treasure, it would have been destroyed. Although the mirror didn’t break, it would need to be repaired before it could be used again.

Song Yuansheng didn’t feel any heartache from his treasure being damaged. As long as it wasn’t destroyed, it would be repaired. At this moment, he looked toward Ling Bo Re because Wang Changrui was now charging toward her.

When Wang Changrui saw Ling Bo Re’s beauty, he was only stunned for a moment before he recovered. He was only interested in his own strength and treasures, he didn’t care for women. His only purpose was to kill the four of them and absorb their blood essence. If they could take out spirit treasures so easily, they had to have even more treasures hidden.

Among the four of them, Zhao Jiuge was already beaten and left there, status unknown. Song Rujing was busy placing down the spirit formation, so she was temporarily not a threat. Among the two remaining people, Ling Bo Re had used a lot of her spirit force and was the weakest, which was why Wang Changrui had chosen to begin with her.

Seeing Wang Changrui heading toward her, Ling Bo Re didn’t panic at all. Although she was struggling, she still forced herself to lift her Falling Flower Sword to resist. She had just released sword energy, and because she had used too much spirit force, she couldn’t do anything else right now. She could only resist with such a simple measure.

A muffled sound echoed, then the Falling Flower Sword was knocked aside by Wang Changrui’s Night Devil Half-Moon Blade. She had managed to hold on to it, but the sword was still knocked to her side.

This time, Wang Changrui revealed a cruel smile and held his Night Devil Half-Moon Blade high up before slashing down toward Ling Bo Re’s head.

Even facing a life or death situation, with Ling Bo Re’s cold personality, she didn’t even blink, and there was no panic in her eyes.

However, Song Yuansheng was extremely anxious. At this moment, no matter what powerful method he had, he couldn’t save Ling Bo Re in time. If that strike landed, her body would be split in half, and not even her nascent soul would be able to escape.

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The blade reflected in Ling Bo Re’s eyes. At this moment, she felt like she was seeing an illusion and saw a figure block for her. When she felt someone touching her waist, she came to the realization that it was not an illusion. Once the cold light from the blade disappeared, Ling Bo Re got a good look at the situation.

The already-weakened Zhao Jiuge had firmly guarded her body. His eyes were barely open due to his injuries, but he was affectionately looking at her. He had used all his power to push her aside.

Zhao Jiuge actually hadn’t suffered too much damage from Wang Chanrui’s attack due to his Sanskrit Divine Body and the Purple Ji Chaotic Thunder Armor. However, his internal blood flow was a mess and he had run out of spirit force, which left him in a sorry state. Being sent flying into the edge of the blood pool left him in a daze. He had just become a little sober and immediately saw this scene. He ignored the injuries on his body and directly jumped forward. Without using any spirit force, he directly used his body to shield Ling Bo Re!

Song Yuansheng stared at Zhao Jiuge dumbfoundedly as he jumped forward and pushed Ling Bo Re aside. The entire motion could only be described as fluid. However, he soon felt anxious once more. Would Zhao Jiuge still be okay after blocking that blow?

While worried, Song Yuansheng looked at Zhao Jiuge’s figure and couldn’t help but be moved.

At this moment, Zhao Jiuge was like a moth flying into the fire—a moth that was desperately flying toward the fire for a woman he loved. Even though he knew that nothing good would come of it, he had still rushed in for that short emotional release.

Wang Changrui couldn’t be bothered to worry about the feelings between men and women. Although he was shocked that this brat hadn’t died and had suddenly appeared before Ling Bo Re, his blade didn’t hesitate while it slashed down.

A muffled sound echoed through the silent cave. Because Zhao Jiuge had rushed toward Ling Bo Re, the strike that was originally aimed at her head landed on Zhao Jiuge’s shoulder. Due to the armor, there was no deep visible wound, but the force from that strike had broken most of the meridians in Zhao Jiuge’s body. His injuries became far worse than before and now his aura became even more unstable. However, he firmly held on to Ling Bo Re and didn’t let go.

As the saying goes: a man’s head and a woman’s waist could not be carelessly touched. Ling Bo Re rarely interacted with men. Feeling that strange sensation around her waist, her eyes were no longer cold like before. Instead, they were a bit dull while she observed Zhao Jiuge, who was close to death.

Once upon a time, she wanted to find a man to roam the world with her. However, as her strength increased, she gave up all those desires and only wanted to live longer.

Until this moment, her heart had never been moved, but now ripples echoed. However, she was used to being cold, so no matter how strongly emotions were raging in her heart, her expression didn’t change much. Her eyes were a bit hollow while she looked at Zhao Jiuge’s pale face. Her seductive, red lips moved, saying something no one could hear. Then she gently moved Zhao Jiuge onto the ground like a newlywed covering her husband with a soft blanket. After doing all of this, she silently looked at Zhao Jiuge and then turned to Wang Changrui. There was no anger or emotion in her gaze, but it was the calmness of this gaze that made it even more deadly!

She never had any feelings toward any men, but at this moment, she felt something strange toward this man lying on the ground. Even she couldn’t comprehend it. However, the most important thing was to kill Wang Changrui!

Song Yuansheng saw Ling Bo Re’s expression and was shocked. Seeing Zhao Jiuge’s injured state, he felt that he was to blame, that hadn’t taken good care of Zhao Jiuge. He also felt some guilt because before leaving the sect, he had been given several life-saving measures. However, once they were used, they were gone, so he wasn’t willing to use them at first.

Song Yuansheng let out a mouthful of foul air. Feeling guilty for Zhao Jiuge, he decided to no longer hold back. On the side, Song Rujing still had her eyes closed and was frowning deeply. Because it would take time to lay down the spirit formation, even though she sensed what was happening, she couldn’t look at how Zhao Jiuge was doing. The longer it took to place down, the more powerful the spirit formation would be.

Ling Bo Re took two steps forward and put away her Falling Flower Sword. She looked at Wang Changrui, and there was a flash of light before her and she took out an item.