Chapter 0012: Tracing Life and Death

A series of wild surprise attacks were as crisp and clean as a storm rolling down leaves, appearing without warning and ending in a flash of lightning. Pill Mountain Disciple Qiao Chen protected Zhao Min and retreated more than ten steps to a safe distance, holding a Jin Coco Bronze Sword and pointing it at the silhouette, the cold light of the sword's body spilling out in all directions.

Three disciples were dead and two were injured, and the faint smell of blood filled the forest. The two severely injured disciples were both lying on the ground, groaning in pain and trying to get up, but after a few moments of struggling, they were both lying there again, their injuries very serious.

The silhouette slowly stood up in the darkness, cold eyes like swords, a murderous aura, his whole body arcing with electricity, reflecting the appearance.

"Qin Wen? It's you!" Zhao Min was stunned, unable to believe the scene in front of her. She had personally experienced Qin Wen's strength, it was indeed wild, like a crazy beast, but his real strength was similar to her own, why did he seem like a different person tonight? Those icy cold eyes made her dare not look at them, and her heart couldn't help but be flooded with cool air.

"You're not a Spirit Martial Triple Sky!" The Pill Mountain disciple was also stunned, the series of fierce attacks were precise, vicious, and smooth, like a performance that had been rehearsed many times in advance, all in one go, completing the sudden kill in a split second, viciousness permeating every move.

Qin Wen stood coldly in the darkness for a while, slowly stepping back and picking up the scattered flying daggers. "How do you want to play, I'll accompany you to the end, if you can't kill me, I'll kill you."

"Arrogant! What kind of thing are you, you're worthy of screaming at me?" The Pill Mountain disciple's face was grim, his aura rose repeatedly, the Jin Coco Bronze Sword even vibrated slightly, emitting a pleasant clinking sound, the sword's aura overflowed in all directions, and an irresistible killing intent permeated the forest.

"Qin Wen, how dare you, how dare you brutally kill your fellow disciples, Qing Yun Sect will definitely not spare you." Zhao Min suddenly reacted, "We haven't done anything to you yet, how dare you come and attack us?

"Put away your disgusting face, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have good skin. You're not qualified enough to want my Qin Wen's life!"

"Don't talk nonsense to him! Kill him, kill him for me ... "The Double Sword disciple struggled to raise his head, his originally handsome face turned hideous with pain and anger, glaring viciously at Qin Wen in the darkness.

"Seeking death on your own, you can't blame us. Qiao Chen, we can't let him escape." Zhao Min urged the Pill Mountain disciple, the strength and ruthlessness displayed by Qin Wen made her feel deeply threatened.

"Qiao Chen, kill him, what's the point of dawdling?" The Double Blade disciple jumped up to get away from Qin Wen.

Qin Wen suddenly charged up and killed the Double Blade disciple outright.

The Double Blade disciple was so shaken that he didn't care about the pain, let alone his image, and rolled and crawled towards Pill Mountain disciple Qiao Chen, shouting, "Kill him! Kill him!"

"You're reckless in front of me, you're not even close." Qiao Chen decisively intercepted, his body was like a swimming dragon, his speed was extremely fast, he even stopped next to the double sword disciple first, a sword picked out, instantly shook out five sword shadows, the sword force was heavy, each locking Qin Wen's heart, shoulder, eyebrow, abdomen, and throat, subtle changes, vicious and tricky, it was impossible to tell which sword body was real and which sword aura was imaginary.

Qin Wen did not need to flash, face to face, in the nick of time, the back of the ancient sword of the Great Diffusion clinked in the hand, a mountain and river of heavy power to break through the body to emerge, stunning sword, sword qi boiling, everyone felt a cold sword qi, as if in their own whole body cutting, cold hair will stand up.

Plop!

Qin Wen and Qiao Chen collided with each other, blood splattering everywhere.

Qiao Chen made three consecutive bloody slashes at Qin Wen's body, the slashes were vicious.

Qin Wen's ancient sword, on the other hand, grazed Qiao Chen's neck and sliced through, his attack unabated, his sword blade unwavering, he had no effect as he continued his attack. Target, the Double Blade disciple!

The Double Blade disciple who was running wildly turned back in shock, and in a split second, the sharp edge of the Great Diffusion Ancient Sword zoomed into his pupils at a rapid pace.

"No...," the double sword disciple shouted, but his voice ended abruptly as his head was split open by the ancient sword, and he rolled forward, his eyes round and full of horror.

Silence! A pin drop could be heard in the dark forest, as if even breathing was frozen!

Qiao Chen turned his back to Qin Wen and touched his neck in disbelief, blood? There was blood! It's just a flesh cut, not much blood, but I'm a Spiritual Martial Seventh Heavenly Hall of Fame and I've been injured by a servant?

The other disciple was so excited that he struggled backwards and looked at Qin Wen like he was looking at a rabid beast.

Qin Wen stood beside the corpse of the double-sworded disciple, his face was slightly pale, his clothes were stained red with blood, his chest, shoulders, and abdomen were all pierced by sharp swords, his injuries were severe and dripping with blood, but his appearance and expression were even more terrifying.

"Qiao Chen! Qiao Chen!" Zhao Min screamed, waking up Qiao Chen, her hands condensing flames as she tensed to confront him.

"Qin Wen, no one can save you today." Qiao Chen was furious, murderous, and lunged at Qin Wen with his sword, not holding back.

Qin Wen covered the worst wound on his chest, calmly took two steps back, and without a word, turned around and disappeared into the dark night.

"Chase! Catch up with him! Do not let him escape!" Zhao Min ordered the other disciple.

The burly disciple looked at the two disciples who had died tragically, and with gritted teeth, he climbed up and chased after him.

"Do not be afraid of him! He's already badly injured and won't be able to escape for long."

"Qin Wen just won with a sneak attack, his strength is much worse than ours."

"Surround him and kill him directly."

Zhao Min and the others sprinted after him, shouting and reminding each other not to lose their momentum.

Qin Wen's lips pursed as he covered his bleeding wounds and ran wildly through the dark mountains and forests, the injuries looked serious, but Qin Wen wasn't sensitive to pain and was able to endure it. In these eight years, I have suffered too many injuries, more serious than this, I do not know how many times, this injury is nothing.

...

Zhao Min and the others chased after him for a long, long time before they finally had to admit that they had lost him again!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Qiao Chen cursed in anger, completely unable to accept this!

"What exactly is Qin Wen's strength?" The burly disciple asked Zhao Min.

"His realm isn't that high, but he has an amazing brute strength, and he tends to use it to the extreme, anyway, his strength can't be measured by his realm." Zhao Min was very reluctant to admit it, but he had to accept the reality, today's Qin Wen really surprised her.

"Brute strength? He has more than brute strength, his swordsmanship is more subtle than mine." Qiao Chen thought back to that sword last night, it actually made him feel threatened. In addition, he was a bit skeptical about what had happened in the short duel back then, he remembered in his trance that he had first swatted away Qin Wen's sword with his Golden Cocoon Bronze Sword, and then made a surprise attack that should have been able to kill Qin Wen directly. However, Qin Wen's sword seemed to be unaffected and stabbed in a straight line.

The Golden Coco Bronze Sword is a precious sword that can easily cut through iron and stone, and if it really touched Qin Wen's sword, it should have directly cut through it, but ... am I remembering wrong? I didn't touch his sword back then?

Zhao Min categorically shook her head, "Impossible, I know Qin Wen's strength very well, it's impossible for him to have martial arts.

Qiao Chen said, "Don't argue, find Qin Wen first, we can't let him escape again. He's been hit by my sword and his veins have been pierced, his injuries will get worse and worse, it's impossible for him to go far."

Deep in the dense forest, Qin Wen was sitting in a hidden cave, absorbing the life qi from the deep mountain forest.

The life qi here was surprisingly much denser than in the Qing Yun Sect.

After a night of recuperation, the injuries basically stopped, and by noon, no scars were visible on the wounds, and by the afternoon, they were healed!

This is the beauty of Sheng Sheng Decision, it works better than certain elixirs.

I don't know how many times it had saved Qin Wen over the years.

"Qiao Chen! Spirit Martial Seventh Heaven!"

Qin Wen silently remembered last night's battle. He was nowhere near strong enough to challenge the Seventh Heaven, even if he was Five Heavens himself. Just like Triple Heaven to Quadruple Heaven was a hurdle, Sixth Heaven to Seventh Heaven was also a hurdle, the strength after the transition would be qualitatively higher.

Things had come to such a pass that it was impossible for Qin Wen to back down, it was either you die or I die, there was no room for relaxation. Previously, in the Qingyun Sect, there were still worries, now in the mountains and ancient forests, it was a matter of life and death, you cannot kill me, I will kill you.

It's all about being ruthless, let's see who's more ruthless!

Before nightfall, Qin Wen once again set out into the deep ancient forest with the Ancient Sword of Great Diffusion on his back, searching for Zhao Min. His strength was far inferior to the enemy's, so he could only use the cover of night to make a surprise attack.

On the way, Qin Wen was cautious and careful, not reckless, and would actively avoid any spirit demons he encountered. Fortunately, he hadn't encountered any particularly strong spirit demons, otherwise, with his current strength, he wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

Fortunately, after walking for a short while, he unexpectedly found a spirit grass, or three spirit grasses, hidden in the dense bushes.

The three low-grade spirit grasses could help replenish Qin Wen's spiritual energy.

"There are sounds of fighting!"

Qin Wen suddenly stopped and listened intently.

It was not like a fight between martial artists, but more like a group of martial artists fighting with spirit demons.

It was coming from the old forest in front of him.

Following the sound, he rushed over in silence.

There was a dense forest in front of him, where he could vaguely see flickering shadows, huge shadows, and the alarming sounds of roaring beasts, he could sense that the battle was very intense.

Qin Wen jumped onto a large tree, dancing between the branches as he cautiously approached.

In the forest, there was a wolf-like clearing about five meters in circumference, and at that moment, five men and women with blades in their hands were attacking a huge demonic beast. This demonic beast looked like a tiger, but its size was even bigger than a black bear, its fur was black and shiny, its blood-red eyes were fierce, its mouth was full of jagged teeth, and two sharp fangs protruded from its mouth that were half a meter long and curved.

A saber-toothed beast!

The Qing Yun Sect kept this kind of spirit demon inside, very fierce and brutal by nature, its realm was comparable to that of an advanced spirit martial artist's realm. Sharp claws and fangs were its weapons, and the black wind rolled over its entire body, whipping up sand and stones.

Qin Wen carefully observed that these five men and women were dressed in ordinary clothes, like mercenaries who had wandered into the forest, and their attacks were wild, but they also cooperated very well, with a good sense of advance and retreat, and were experienced. In the ruins, there were also three bloody humans lying on their backs, looking like they were already dead, killed by the sharp claws of the saber-toothed beasts.

The battle situation was more than fierce, it was downright dangerous.

The saber-toothed beast had gone mad, the fierce black wind stirred up the ruins, rushing left and right, hissing and roaring.

The five mercenaries looked like they would not be able to hold on, four of them were holding the saber-toothed beast very tightly, a sturdy teenager dressed in black was in charge of the main attack, the two meter long sword in his hand was wide open, and the attack was very wild.

"Pfft!"

A few sword light splits on the saber-toothed beast, tearing the flesh, the saber-toothed beast roars in pain, four men and women have a successful strike, decisively retreat, the burly man took the opportunity to rush in, the war knife is majestic, rolling up the whistling winds, ruthlessly chopping at the head of the saber-toothed beast.

Ow roar! The saber roared, a claw slashed at the war knife, sparks flew everywhere, deafening, the man was mercilessly lifted back, but the sharp claws of the saber were also shocked and drenched in blood.

"Friend! Have you seen enough? Help me!" The man fell to the ground, blood spurting from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly shouted in the direction of where Qin Wen was hiding.