Chapter 440: Target of the Net
Feiyan's figure flashed and appeared beside another enemy like a ghost. With a wave of her hands, another red handprint whizzed out and knocked the enemy to the ground.

Seeing this, Da Siming, Black and White on the side also joined the battle.

Da Siming waved his hands, and suddenly a bloody handprint was formed, bombarding the enemy.

Black and White waved their hands at the same time, and suddenly countless tiny leaves and petals appeared in the air.

Three attacks struck the enemy simultaneously. The scene was shocking, as if the very energy between heaven and earth was trembling.

Feiyan's figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost. Every attack was accurate and knocked the enemies to the ground one by one.

Suddenly, Feiyan came to the center of the battlefield again.

Put your hands together and mutter something.

Suddenly, a brilliant light burst out from her body, as if lighting up the entire night sky.

Following her loud shout, the clouds in the sky began to roll again, and the vortex of vital energy that had not yet dissipated began to spin again.

It exudes a terrifying aura, as if it wants to swallow everything.

"Yin and Yang are in chaos!"

Yan Fei shouted again, and the vortex in the sky instantly swept towards the group of enemies.

The enemies only had time to let out a terrified scream before they were swallowed by the whirlpool.

But these people do not have the strong internal strength of Yingyue Tianren to protect themselves.

After a moment, the vortex dissipated and the enemies disappeared without a trace.

This scene made everyone present feel terrified.

Dongjun Feiyan's strength is so terrifying, and the Yin-Yang magic he controls is even more daunting.

After Yingyue's death, in front of Feiyan who had no one to restrain her, those masters who had sneaked into the city seemed as small as ants.

At the same time that Feiyan and the others were killing Yingyue, in a corner of Linyuan City, the moon's shadow was mottled, and the wind was carrying uneasy whispers, shuttling between the ancient eaves.

Here, a vital facility is hidden in the night, but it cannot conceal the murderous intentions lurking around it.

Zhao Gao was dressed in a blood-red robe and had a sinister face, like a poisonous snake in the abyss. He quietly led his six sword slaves and the black and white Xuan Jian to weave a web of death, hunting down a junior celestial being and the master warriors under his command.

This powerful celestial being, named Qingxuan, comes from a farming family among the Hundred Schools of Thought. He is dressed in a flowing green robe, has a gaunt face, and eyes as deep as a cold pond. His every move exudes an air of being otherworldly and untainted by the dust.

Its internal force is powerful and its color is like jasper. When it is used, it is like a spring breeze on your face, warm and gentle, but it also contains murderous intent, which can make people step into the death trap inadvertently and be impossible to guard against.

The masters around him also have their own strengths and extraordinary auras.

However, at this moment, they had not expected that the shadow of the net had already silently covered this place.

"Oh! It seems that you have been prepared for this."

Qingxuan stopped, her inner strength flowing through her eyes, looking through the densely crisscrossing, hair-thin silk threads in the air. She narrowed her eyes slightly, a faint smile formed at the corners of her mouth. Although her voice was flat, it revealed a calmness that showed she would not change color even if faced with a mountain collapsing in front of her.

"This method, the people of Luowang?"

A master warrior frowned and asked in a deep voice, with a hint of solemnity in his tone. Obviously, they were all afraid of the Luowang assassin organization that had been causing bloodshed in Daqian during this period of time.

Zhao Gao's voice was as cold as ice. His figure moved like a ghost and instantly appeared in front of everyone. His red robe fluttered like a flower from hell, feminine and elegant.

"Mr. Qingxuan, long time no see."

"Zhao Gao, I've been waiting for you here for a long time!"

He spoke slowly, with a hint of teasing in his words, as if everything was under control.

As Zhao Gao finished his words, he gently raised the arm with scarlet nails, moved his fingers slightly, and waved lightly, as if conducting a silent symphony.

In an instant, "Swish!" six sword lights cut through the night sky.

The six sword slaves were like six lightning bolts, each drawing an extremely sharp sword light and heading straight towards Qingxuan. Wherever the sword tips passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind shocking cracks.

Qing Xuan remained calm as he dodged the six deadly sword lights with his figure flashing lightly, his green shirt rustling like a bamboo in the wind.

He raised his hands slightly, and his internal force surged, turning into circles of green ripples that spread out in all directions, colliding with the sword energy of the six sword slaves, making bursts of crisp metallic clanging sounds, sparks flying, and illuminating the world.

"Hmph, what a great trap! Today I'll show you how powerful a farmer is, no matter how strong the wind and rain are!"

Qing Xuan snorted softly, twisted his hands slightly, and gathered his internal strength. Suddenly, a vast sea of ​​emerald green energy surged out of his body and transformed into a huge green palm, which slapped towards the six sword slaves with a devastating force.

The six sword slaves were agile and each displayed their unique skills. The sword light was like a dragon, and the sword energy was like silk. They intertwined into an impenetrable sword net in an attempt to block the crushing of the green palm.

However, Qingxuan's internal strength was extremely strong, and that green palm seemed to have life, moving flexibly through the sword net. Every touch made the sword lights of the six sword slaves tremble, and it seemed that even the space was shaking under its pressure.

"Humph, you think you can trap us with just a net?"

A master beside Qingxuan snorted coldly, jumped up suddenly, and used his internal force to bless the huge axe in his hand, with the power to split mountains and rocks, he chopped towards Hei Bai Xuan Jian.

Hei Bai Xuan Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, curled the corners of his mouth, and his internal strength suddenly restrained.

The two Xuan Jian swords in his hands combined together, and the two sword lights, one black and one white, intertwined like the intersection of yin and yang, and collided with the huge axe, erupting with a deafening roar.

The battle became more intense, and the internal force surged, making the air around them seem to solidify.

“Zhao Gao, although you have laid a net of heaven and earth, today, we also want to let you know that the power of the farmers should not be underestimated!”

Qingxuan's voice pierced through the noise of the battlefield and resounded through the sky.

The corners of Zhao Gao's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and his figure moved like a ghost again, his red robe fluttering, like the center of a bloody storm. He whispered softly: "Mr. Qingxuan, once the net of Luowang is spread, no one can escape. Today is the end of you."

After saying that, Zhao Gao waved his hands, and the Six Sword Slaves and the surrounding Luowang assassins attacked more fiercely. The sword lights were like a weave, and they were impenetrable. They started a more intense confrontation with Qingxuan and the masters under his command.

Qingxuan's eyes sank, but he did not retreat but moved forward instead, his green shirt fluttering like rippling green waves.

Upon seeing this, the six sword slaves exchanged glances with each other and understood each other’s thoughts without words.

Their shapes changed, six people and six swords, as if they were one, and instantly formed an impenetrable sword formation, trapping Qingxuan inside.

In the sword formation, sword energy was running rampant, and each sword light contained enough power to create the world, interweaving into a web of death.

(End of this chapter)