77 Small Wind Blade Array

  In the entire trading hall, probably only Li Hong of the Medicine King Gang was most clear about what these few golden lights were. The Nan family had once demonstrated this technique in front of him. This is a defensive technique called Golden Shield. Once it is cast, even treasured swords and sharp blades cannot harm the three masters in the slightest. However, they only serve as a defense mechanism. To kill the top experts of the nine major gangs in front of them, other techniques are needed.

  Li Hong's excitement was extraordinary, and if he persisted for just a moment longer, the three immortal masters would unleash even more magic, annihilating the upper echelons of the nine major gangs. He shouted loudly: "Tighten up your defenses! My Medicine King Gang will dominate the Jianghu of Pingzhou State in this very battle!"

  Under the protection of more than a dozen top masters of the Medicine King Gang, Nan Tianying, the patriarch of the Nan family, pinched his fingers together and raised his right index and middle fingers to launch another offensive spell with all his might.

  "Wind Blade Technique!"

  A low, husky voice slowly emerged from Nan Tian Xiong's mouth, accompanied by a spell that gave birth to a surging gust of wind that shot up into the sky, like a hurricane before a storm, filling the entire hall with wild winds.

  The high-ranking members of the nine major gangs saw this magic emit a terrifying aura, and they were all shocked to look at each other, grasping their knives and swords, stopping their footsteps forward.

  In the midst of the raging wind, the surroundings of Nan Tian Xiong began to manifest wind blades that shone with a faint red glow.

  One Wind Blade, Two Wind Blades...... Seven Wind Blades.

  These razor-sharp small wind blades, each only the size of a small willow leaf, emitted a faint red glow, forming a circle of wind blades. Their speed was extremely fast, circling around Nan Tian Xiong's body within a foot, flying in mid-air and emitting a whistling sound. This strange wind blade, just by its momentum alone, made one's heart palpitate with fear.

  Nan Tian Xiong, in order to catch his breath, manufactured even more wind blades, forming a Wind Blade Array, achieving a group killing effect, desperately extracting the mana from within his body. By the time he released the seventh wind blade, his face was already beet red and purple, his entire body trembling, on the verge of collapse.

  He has been practicing Wind Blade Technique for forty or fifty years and can control seven blades with one breath.

  The extraction of mana has reached its limit, and if it is not released soon, I fear that the seven wind blades will be uncontrollable.

  "Go!"

  Nan Tianyong let out a loud roar, his right hand pointing, and seven wind blades shot out in the direction of the crowd he was pointing at, as if they had a life of their own.

  Hiccup!

  Pfft!

  Pfft!

  A small whirlwind blade array composed of seven wind blades swept through the hall, cutting a bloody path through the crowd. Anyone who blocked the way of the wind blades, whether they were top-notch masters or extraordinary masters, whether they were chair canopies or treasured swords, were cut open like fragile paper by the sharp wind blades.

  "Watch out, big brother!"

  Xiao Qiu, a peerless martial arts enthusiast with a silly and foolish face, saw Feng Ya's attack on his brother Xiao Xia, the leader of the Dongyang Salt Gang, and suddenly burst out with an astonishing light in his eyes.

  He let out a deafening roar, causing the hall to vibrate with a buzzing sound. His body was filled with energy, swelling up like a balloon, transforming into a fierce gust of wind that blocked Xiao Xia's path. He swung his massive iron staff, weighing 250 kilograms and emitting a metallic glow, and charged at the wind blades, his entire being resembling a gigantic angry Vajra.

  Crack!

  A long black iron rod collided with three wind blades and was cut into several segments like cutting tofu.

  Then came a series of puffs, followed by a burst of blood flowers!

  Xiao Qiu, a peerless martial arts enthusiast, stumbled and half-knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the broken black iron rod in his hand.

  Xiao Qiuxin's heart was like a twisted pain, he remembered when he was young, he practiced his unique skills, and once used this iron rod to smash a giant rock of 10,000 catties into fine powder. In his youth, he used this iron rod to defeat hundreds and thousands of famous martial artists in Pingzhou, making people tremble with fear. In his prime, he swept across the land within the Dongyang Salt Gang, helping his brother secure the position of leader of the gang. In Pingzhou, there was nothing that his black iron rod couldn't smash.

  Xiao Qiu felt heartache, a very severe pain.

  He lowered his head to look at his chest, where several smooth and neat cuts had appeared from the front of his chest through his ribs to his back. Fresh blood was gushing out profusely, flowing all over the ground.

  Xiao Qiu was somewhat perplexed, his protective true energy could even withstand a steel knife, so why was he bleeding? He wanted to use his large palm to block it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the bleeding. His eyelids gradually became unable to open, as if pressed down by a thousand-pound boulder, and he knelt upright in the pool of blood, losing consciousness.

  Dongyang Yanbang's leader, Xiao Xia, also lost his gaze, standing behind Xiao Qiu. Several wind blades pierced through his body at the same time, and he was dead beyond death. His younger brother did not block the arrival of death for him this time, unlike what he had been doing for decades.

  Dozens of top masters from the ten major gangs were fighting fiercely in the hall, at least half of whom were swept away by the Seven Slashes' Wind Blade and fell to the ground, some seriously injured, others killed on the spot.

  Those who were cut by the wind blade, not a single one did not bleed profusely. They endured the pain to take out medicine bottles to stop the bleeding, but even with the most superior hemostatic medicine, they could not stop the bleeding. The damage caused by magic was ineffective against secular medicine.

  The gust of wind spun around the hall for a full two laps, in the blink of an eye, it had pierced through the crowd of over a hundred people twice before gradually disappearing.

  After unleashing the small Wind Blade Array, Nan Tian Xiong's spiritual energy was depleted, and he fell to the ground with a thud, his face deathly pale. Even the Golden Vajra Shield protecting him showed signs of instability, as if it might collapse and disperse at any moment.

  He hastily took out a dan bottle from his bosom with trembling hands, took out a pill from it, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it to pieces before swallowing it. He also took out a piece of ling stone and grasped it tightly in his hand to extract the spiritual power within, recovering the spiritual power he had consumed.

  With his current strength at the second layer of Qi Refining, launching this Wind Blade Technique would be too excessive and result in extreme exhaustion. It's likely that even with a day's worth of effort, he wouldn't be able to fully recover.

  At this moment, the situation in the hall changed drastically. The remaining high-ranking members of various gangs were shocked and dead silent. The ten major gangs that had an absolute advantage in numbers were almost wiped out by Nan Tianying's small wind blade technique.

  The ten great masters were directly cut to death by the Wind Blade, with at least six of them dying. Even Xia Qiuyu, a top-notch martial arts master, was unable to withstand the Wind Blade's cutting power and died on the spot at the hands of Nan Tianyong, the patriarch of the Nan clan. The top masters of each major gang, including elders, hall masters, and others, were killed, with at least half of them dying, and most of the survivors suffering from serious injuries. Those who remained unscathed were extremely few in number.

  This is the most tragic massacre of the top ten gangs in Pingzhou for hundreds of years.

  The top ten gangs were heartbroken, the magic of Nan Shi Xian Sheng was too terrifying, and it was not something that could be defeated by sheer numbers. This was just one old immortal taking action, and the remaining two young immortals had yet to make a move.

  "Go!"

  Tie Yu Yang's heart was shocked, and he saw the situation turn around in an instant. He knew that things had gone wrong, so he bit his teeth to stop the bleeding from a wound on his left arm, shouted at one of the Huo Yun Sect elders beside him, broke through the window, and fled along the street.

  Those high-ranking members of the gangs who were still alive didn't dare to stay in this wine house where so many high-ranking figures had died, and they followed the ones who broke through the doors and windows on the third floor of Yongfu Wine House, fell onto the streets of the county town, took advantage of the night to escape quickly, planning to reunite with their own gang members and make other plans.