Chapter 307: Demon Woman, Your Opponent Is Me!

Yang Dingtian yelled as a five feet sword light shot out from his sword suddenly as it slashed over at the Eagleman Race woman.

That Eagleman Race expert was startled as she raised her spear and defended!

“Whoosh…” Yang Dingtian slashed down.

The Eagleman’s spear didn’t break apart. Instead, it was disintegrated into fine powders while the Eagleman Race woman expert was severed into half.

The other Eagleman Race expert who was on the ground was astonished. He immediately placed his sword on Xiangxiang Beila’s neck and wanted to use her life to threaten Yang Dingtian.

“Throw your weapon over and retreat immediately. Otherwise, I will kill this beauty immediately.” The Eagleman Race expert spoke out coldly.

Apparently, they also knew that Yang Dingtian possessed a supreme treasure sword. Not only did they want to disarm Yang Dingtian, but they also wanted to steal his treasure sword as well.

Yang Dingtian stared at him coldly as he went forward by a step.

“Don’t think that I wouldn’t dare to kill her. Currently, her biggest value is her beauty.” That Eagleman Race expert smirked as he pressed onto the sword. Immediately, a streak of blood flowed out from Xiangxiang Beila’s neck.

Subsequently, the Eagleman Race expert stretched out his sinister hand and grabbed onto Xiangxiang Beila’s body.

At this moment, the Eagleman expert was using her life and purity to provoke Yang Dingtian. He felt that so long as Xiangxiang Beila’s life was in his hand, Yang Dingtian wouldn’t dare to do anything to him. For the past few days, he could only look and not taste Xiangxiang Beila. He had long been unable to restrain himself.

“Die…” Yang Dingtian spoke coldly.

“Birth of Heart Devil…” Yang Dingtian circulated his mystic qi and Mystic Flame and ignited the Eagleman’s qi vessel while he was still dominated by lust.

“Boom…” Immediately, a weird scene appeared once again.

A lump of flame burnt through the Eagleman’s stomach as the flame bore its way out.

That Eagleman looked down and was greatly astonished!

Meanwhile, Yang Dingtian slashed his sword down suddenly.

The sword light flashed over. It bent suddenly as it circled past Xiangxiang Beila and beheaded that sinister Eagleman immediately!

After killing two Eagleman Race experts, Yang Dingtian went forward and supported the falling down Xiangxiang Beila.

“Mister Shen.” Xiangxiang Beila held onto Yang Dingtian’s waist suddenly and wept, “Xiangxiang Beila thought that she would no longer be able to see you.”

Although she knew that Shen Lang was Yang Dingtian, she still addressed him as Mister Shen or big brother Shen because Yang Dingtian was using his Shen Lang identity when he met her and rescued her for the first time.

“How are you feeling?” Yang Dingtian inquired, “Can you stand up?”

“That old thief seemed to have fed me with some kind of drug. All my mystic qi had been restricted.” Xiangxiang Beila replied.

Yang Dingtian took out some holy water from his spatial ring and fed Xiangxiang Beila, “Drink this.”

Xiangxiang Beila extended her small tongue and rolled it around Yang Dingtian’s finger without any hesitation as she drank the tiny bit of holy water.

Immediately, Yang Dingtian was able to feel the softness and satiny of her tongue while Xiangxiang Beila’s face grew red.

“That old thief didn’t do anything to you, right?” Yang Dingtian inquired.

“No.” Xiangxiang Beila’s face reddened, “He wanted to marry me off to the Resemblance Foxman Race’s Young Master so that he could rope in the whole Foxman Race.”

The Resemblance Foxman Race could be counted as the Foxman Race. However, they looked more fox-like than humans. However, it was because of this did Xiangxiang Beila manage to protect her purity. Otherwise, Yin Tianchong would have done something to her.

In just a few dozen seconds later, a blushing red rose on her cheek.

“Mister Shen, my mystic qi had recovered. Y-your medical water is truly amazing…” Xiangxiang Beila replied.

Originally, Yang Dingtian wanted to bring Xiangxiang Beila ashore. However, the battle there was extremely messy, and only this lake island was somewhat safer.

“Are there any more enemies on this island?” Yang Dingtian inquired.

“Nope.” Xiangxiang Beila replied.

“Stay on this island then. I will go and assist the battle. Later on, I will come and fetch you.” Yang Dingtian took out a weapon from his spatial ring and placed it onto Xiangxiang Beila’s hand.

“Sure. Big brother, you don’t need to worry about me.” Xiangxiang Beila replied.

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Yang Dingtian held onto his youngling sword tightly as he leaped up to the air and spectated the battle.

The 30 Foxman Race experts equally matched with the Eagleman Race experts as both sides suffered numerous casualties.

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Although the 30 Foxman Race experts’ cultivation was higher, they had very little quantity. Furthermore, the Eagleman Race was born with the ability to fly. Therefore, both sides were equally matched. It could even be said that the Foxman Race side was somewhat more at a disadvantage as, among the 30 Foxman Race experts, 10 of them had fallen while the remaining experts were covered in blood.

Meanwhile, Eagleman Race experts had lost half of their numbers. Currently, they were attacking each other in mid-air as the screams would cause one to shiver.

What astonished everyone was Dongfang Bingling!

Under everyone’s astonishment, Dongfang Bingling was actually equally matched with Yin Tianchong. Although she was slightly at the losing end, Yin Tianchong was still unable to occupy dominance over her, let alone capturing her alive.

Currently, Yin Tianchong no longer held a provoking expression as it was changed into an extremely stern and grave one.

Not only Yin Tianchong, even Qin Huaiyu, and the others were completely stupefied. They knew that Dongfang Bingling was very formidable, to the extent that she was even stronger than Dugu Fengwu and Qin Huaiyu. However, she was merely in the Martial Supreme class. Yet unexpectedly, she was equally matched with Yin Tianchong.

It was known that Yin Tianchong already became a Master class expert a dozen of years ago.

Wouldn’t this mean that Dongfang Bingling had already broken through to the Master class? This news was too atrocious as Dongfang Bingling was only 21 years old.

However, this caused Qin Huaiyu and the others to become even more resolute in killing Dongfang Bingling regardless of what price they had to pay today. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. Judging from this speed, in ten years, Dongfang Bingling would be unrivaled in the world.

When the time would come, it would be the judgment day for Northwest Qin Clan as well as Dugu Fengwu’s death day!

“Use all your strength and kill Zhuri Beila before killing Dongfang Bingling!” Dugu Fengwu yelled.

Immediately, Qin Huaiyu and the other three circulated demonic techniques as they overdraft their cultivation, which harmed their bodies so that they could kill Zhuri Beila forcefully.

So long as Zhuri Beila would die, Dongfang Bingling would inevitably die as well. Regardless of how strong she was, she wouldn’t be able to defeat a Master and four Martial Supreme.

When Yang Dingtian saw Qin Huaiyu and the others’ bodies had burst out a layer of bloody fog, he knew that this was the Bloody Demonic Mad Dance evil technique used by the Evil Dao. It was able to increase a person’s cultivation by multiple folds in a short time.

However, only Qin Huaiyu and Gudu Wuhuan had brought forth the bloody fog. Perhaps, Yan Bieqin had no idea of this technique, and Dugu Fengwu did not use this technique for some reason.

Amongst the battle, Yang Dingtian made an even more astonishing discovery.

Yan Bieqin’s cultivation was actually so astonishing! Compared to the days where he was underneath the unfreezing pool, it was like heaven and earth. Originally, his cultivation was extremely far away from Dugu Fengwu. But now, they were equally tied.

Although the Mirage Mystic Flame was just a Void Flame, its strength was still extremely formidable. It had actually allowed Yan Bieqin’s cultivation to soar.

Zhuri Beila was in danger! Originally, he would be equally matched against Qin Huaiyu, Gudu Wuhuan, and Dugu Fengwu. With the addition of Yan Bieqin, he had fallen into a disadvantage against the four of them. Now that they had utilized the evil technique, it was only a matter of time before he was met with a disaster.

“Whoosh…” Sure enough, Zhuri Beila stumbled suddenly as Yan Bieqin’s sword light streaked past him.

Immediately, blood spurted out frantically!

Qin Huaiyu’s complexion turned fierce as he was about to behead Zhuri Beila!

During this moment, Yang Dingtian charged over suddenly as an eight feet sword light burst out from his sword and slashed at Dugu Fengwu ruthlessly!

“Dugu Fengwu, your opponent is me!”

“Whoosh…”

When Dugu Fengwu sensed that she was being attacked from behind, she no longer besieged Zhuri Beila and dodged Yang Dingtian’s sword light to preserve her life.

With one less opponent, Zhuri Beila immediately dodged Qin Huaiyu’s fatal strike.

Dugu Fengwu turned around suddenly and glared at Yang Dingtian coldly, “Do you seek death?”

Yang Dingtian landed onto the ground and pointed his youngling sword at Dugu Fengwu, “Demon Woman, your opponent is me!”

“You?” Dugu Fengwu replied disdainfully, “You don’t deserve to be my opponent yet!”

“I wanna try.” Yang Dingtian replied coldly.

At this moment, Gudu Wuhuan spoke out, “Fengwu, kill him, and get it over with!”

Dugu Fengwu’s beautiful expression changed as she spoke, “You wish to die? Good. I shall help you!”

She went forward by a few steps after she spoke as she separated herself from the fight with Zhuri Beila and got closer to Yang Dingtian by a bit.

Yang Dingtian laughed coldly, “Dugu Fengwu, haven’t you always been straightforward and upright? Why are you wearing a mask now to hide the truth? Don’t you feel ashamed?”

“As usual, you’re very good with your words.” Dugu Fengwu smiled coldly. Subsequently, she took off her mask and revealed a beautiful face that was of a rival to Dongfang Bingling.

However, compared to the past, the current Dugu Fengwu’s complexion was somewhat pale, and her cheek seemed to grow somewhat plump.

She raised her sharp sword and pointed her finger at Yang Dingtian. With a flung, the blood dripped onto the sword.

This was the first time Yang Dingtian had witnessed her forging the autumn-like young sword soul.

“If I can’t kill you in a move, I will no longer be Dugu Fengwu!” She pointed her sword at Yang Dingtian and spoke disdainfully.