Supreme Emperor of Swords-Novel

Chapter 221 Salvation and Despair

“Well, theoretically, it is.” The Saber Master said quite positively.

“Is there any way to save them?” Ding Hao didn’t want to escape alone. There were his teachers, his friends, the disciples of the same sect and many Martial Artist of Human Tribe.

“Well, I know you would say that, the control hub of the Dark Evil Illusion Formation is in this space. The remaining residual strength should be enough to randomly transmit all the people here to outside the ruins.” The Saber Master curled his lips and said, “Let’s do it as I said, but you need to consume a lot of strength.”

...

In the darkness.

Wang Juefeng, the strong cynical man, at this time with a flushed face, was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Being shrouded in the bright flame, he was running his strength to fight against the killing intent from the center constantly. The fine steel sword was inserted upside beside him, and for the first time in his life he didn’t want to touch the sword hilt.

If one had the killing intent in heart, he would hold the sword to kill others.

At his side, Ma Yifei’s expression was even worse than his. His face was already showing a look of extreme pain and struggle. He gnashed his teeth with a glimmer of clarity in mind and guarded the last bottomline so he did not draw his sword to kill people around him.

Li Lan was between them.

Li Lan was slightly more calm than Wang Juefeng and Ma Yifei. The ancient bracer gave off a faint silvery light and enveloped him in it. It seemed that he could cut off the stirring killing intent.

In this dark space, in the distance came the voice of screaming and killing.

Some people had already lost control of their minds and started to kill each other.

The whole space was plunged into chaos.

“Ah ah, Senior Brother Wang, I am about to lose control of myself...”

Ma Yifei suddenly jumped up, held the sword backhand, pulled out the sword with a clatter and intended to cut his own throat.

At that moment, all of a sudden, a sharp shock came from all directions on the ground, the boiling killing intent receded like an ebb tide, a red halo showed up at three people’s feet, and in an instant they were transmitted out of the dark space.

The same thing happened to other masters who were struggling to resist their killing intent and those who were killing each other.

...

Murong Yanzhi sat quietly on the bench, holding the long sword in her hand. She had already pulled out the sword half of the scabbard. Sweat trickled down from her hair tips like raining. The ground beside her was wet.

This valiant and brave girl had strong willpower and she was still fighting against the killing intent like a tide.

And beside her, the petite and pretty Yu Jueyao knocked out herself unconscious so as not to be controlled by the massacre inner devil and do something irreparable.

In the distance, dozens of rogue cultivators were also in a coma.

But they were all knocked out unconscious by others.

It was the the disciple of Northern Academy of yellow shirts with a shy face and a body as strong as a Guardian Buddha who knocked out these rogue cultivators.

Strangely enough, this young man, whose strength was only at the peak of the four-apertured Martial Disciple Realm, had not been bothered by the killing intent. He had been very calm, so he could knock out all the rogue cultivators who had fallen into chaos so as they would not kill themselves madly.

And Lin Xin, the handsome boy, Lyu Kuang and others with higher strength than him at this time were in a tight corner and were using their strength to fight against the massacre inner devil.

But at this moment, a red light flashed at everyone’s feet, and they were instantly transmitted away from here.

...

Western Rock Mountain Range, where the Martial Artists of Human Tribe were stationed two days ago.

Beside the stream.

Now here was already a vast expanse of snow, half a meter thick white snow covered mountains and forests. Looking ahead, people could see that this was a white ice and snow world.

Guo Nu was covered in blood and he was surrounded by the stream.

Blood flowed from hundreds of wounds, large and small, reddening the snow within three meters. The glaring and scarlet blood was shocking under the holy white snow.

Before five minutes he was transmitted from the antiquity sect ruins by the red halo. He thought that he had escaped the pursuit of Tranquility Academy. Unexpectedly, he was so unlucky that the silver-haired girl and her team were also transmitted to nearby.

“Hahaha, big man, where else can you escape?” The silver-haired girl smiled very triumphantly with rage.

Although she could not torture Ding Hao to vent her anger, it was enough to make the ruthless girl feel more comfortable by torturing and killing the headstrong who once applauded Ding Hao.

She was surrounded by dozens of disciples from Tranquility Academy, including two most powerful disciples from the Inner Yard, and all were in the Martial Soldier Realm.

The silver-haired girl had a prominent status, and all the people of the team followed her.

Chasing to kill Guo Nu, for them, was a game of cats teasing mice. Guo Nu had hundreds of large and small wounds, which were the results of the game. For them, killing a little guarding warrior in a village was like strangling a nonentity.

Guo Nu panted.

Too much blood loss made him dizzy, and he could barely stand on the ground with a long saber. He even lost the strength to speak.

“Hey, don’t you even have the strength to speak so soon? Two days ago, wasn’t your voice loud?” The silver-haired girl’s charming laughter was full of maliciousness. She approached Guo Nu gently and waved her sharp sword.

A string of blood beads shot.

One more crimson wound showed up in Guo Nu’s cheek.

The burly man, with a stuffy snort, quivered slightly, even without the strength to resist.

The silver-haired girl did not have the slightest pity. She giggled and smiled proudly. Waving her sword repeatedly, as if she were carving carrots, she left new scars on Guo Nu’s body. In this vicious way, she humiliated the burly man.

“Alas, it’s really boring...” After a moment, the silver-haired girl sighed and said slowly, “You have no power to resist. It’s like a log. It’s not funny...” Her eyes went round and round for a few times, then suddenly she smiled brilliantly and said, “Why don’t you do this, big man? You kneel down to beg me and kotow to me, and I’ll let you go!”

In fact, she was only deliberately insulting Guo Nu.

The silver-haired girl had met a lot of boors like Guo Nu. Their tempers were nasty and hard. For most of the time, even if they were killed, they would not beg for mercy from their enemies. For warriors, kneeling down to the enemy was branded as disgrace for life.

But—

In all people’s dumbfounded eyes, the burly man, whose whole body was covered in blood and except for the face, a piece of skin in good condition could not seen in him, incredibly and slowly put aside the long saber in his hand, bent the knee and knelt down bit by bit...