Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

36: Chapter 036: Stealing Skills and Learning the Craft?

36: Chapter 036: Stealing Skills and Learning the Craft?

“Let me show you what the real Dusk Sword Technique looks like!”

Ling Feng, with the help of his Heavenly Dao Eye, had “copied” the sword moves and sword techniques of the Dusk Sword Technique entirely when Chang Shuyang demonstrated it, understanding all its mysteries clearly.

“You’re full of shit!”

Chang Shuyang’s face twisted in muscle, the Dusk Sword Technique was a unique swordsmanship of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

How could Ling Feng possibly have had the chance to learn this sword technique?

“Go to hell!”

To struggle against a pus-bag from the Wenxian Sect was more humiliating for Chang Shuyang than a slap in the face.

His long sword swept across, slash after slash, swift and elusive, its trajectory hard to trace.

Ling Feng stood his ground, no longer using movement techniques to dodge, and slightly raised his wooden sword.

“Hmm?” Li Changqing frowned slightly and said with some surprise, “That starting pose looks like…”

“It really does look like the Dusk Sword Technique!” Lee Ruyun exclaimed in shock, her long eyelashes fluttering.

“This is bad!

Junior Brother Chang, get out of the way!”

Li Changqing’s eyelids twitched violently, because in the next moment, Ling Feng’s move suddenly changed to the killing move of the Dusk Sword Technique: Blood-colored setting sun!

Unfortunately, by the time Li Changqing shouted out, it was already too late!

Chang Shuyang furiously attacked Ling Feng, his long sword dancing wildly, like a Jiao Long emerging from the sea, whipping up fierce winds.

However, he saw a pair of cold eyes staring at him, as if Death itself were watching.

Then, a fierce killing intent emerged, as if burrowing through the sky, when suddenly an incredible flash of red burst forth.

“Chit!”

The sword light was like a rainbow, piercing directly through his chest.

Chang Shuyang’s head tilted back as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, splattering the sky!

“This is, the Blood-colored setting sun—”

This was the last thought in Chang Shuyang’s mind before he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes bulging widely, dead with a glare.

He could never have imagined that he would die by his own proudest sword move.

“Senior Brother Chang!”

Disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect gaped in disbelief, watching the scene unfold before them.

Chang Shuyang had been killed by the same Dusk Sword Technique in a single move!

Keep in mind that even within the Liuyun Sword Sect, there were only a handful of Inner Sect Disciples who could perform the Dusk Sword Technique better than Chang Shuyang!

“It’s impossible!” Lee Ruyun screamed, looking at the body of Chang Shuyang on the ground, with blood flowing and dyeing the ground red, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“Am I dreaming?

How could that guy know the Dusk Sword Technique?

How could he possibly know the Dusk Sword Technique!”

Li Changqing clenched his fists, veins popping on his forehead, as his cold gaze fixed on Ling Feng, he shouted furiously, “Scumbag, as a disciple of the Wenxian Sect, you dare to secretly learn and steal our Liuyun Sword Sect’s swordsmanship.

Today you will not be forgiven!

I’m going to report you to the Sect Leader, accusing you Wenxian Sect disciples of stealing our Liuyun Sword Sect’s swordsmanship!”

Learning skills under observation was a grave taboo in the Sect World!

An unforgivable sin that could bring endless trouble!

“Stealing the technique?” Ling Feng sneered coldly, he had learned it in full view of everyone, could that be considered stealing?

But, he felt no need to explain himself to Li Changqing and the others, for all present today must die!

It wasn’t that he was heartless, but if these people escaped and told the higher-ups of their sect about his “secret learning,” he would face endless trouble.

Having one Wenxian Sect after him was troublesome enough, adding the Liuyun Sword Sect to his worries, could he still live?

“You damned mongrel, today I will cripple your cultivation and hand you over to the Sect Leader to deal with.

A thief like you deserves worse than death!”

During the conversation, Li Changqing had already grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, with killing intent surging in his eyes.

“Clang!”

The long sword unsheathed!

Li Changqing thrust out with his sword, Sword Qi crisscrossing, as a streak of cyan Sword Qi burst forth, directly striking towards Ling Feng’s face.

His swordsmanship was clearly superior to that of Chang Shuyang, and his True Qi was even more profound.

His strength was by no means inferior to Xiao Qinggang’s.

However, Ling Feng had once again made a breakthrough in strength.

What was there to fear, even when facing a strong opponent from the Qi Sect?

At that moment, Lee Ruyun also drew her sword and charged out, and the other Liuyun Sword Sect disciples followed suit, brandishing their swords and surrounding Ling Feng from all sides, leaving him no chance to escape.

“Swish swish swish!”

Lee Ruyun twisted her delicate body, executing a movement technique and leaping up with sword shadows flickering in her hands, creating sword glimmers that burst forth like blossoming flowers.

Ling Feng swiftly sidestepped, pushing his Rapid Light Step to the limit, dodging Li Changqing and Lee Ruyun’s pincer attack from an almost inconceivable angle.

However, his wooden sword, even though he had employed the True Qi Blade technique, was still chopped into two by Li Changqing’s Xuan Artifact Treasure Sword.

Ling Feng leaped forward, rushing to the side of Chang Shuyang’s corpse, crouched down, and grasped Chang Shuyang’s long sword.

Switching from the wooden sword to the fine steel sword, at least he wouldn’t need to expend a large amount of True Qi to maintain the Attached Blade.

“Hmph!” With Li Changqing’s sword strike ineffectual, he crossed his feet and spun around, pursuing Ling Feng again.

A pale cyan Sword Qi slashed out, carving a deep gash in the ground as it cleaved towards Ling Feng.

“What a domineering Sword Qi!”

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes; the True Qi of a Qi Condensation Ten Layers master was incredibly dense, hence, even when projecting Sword Qi externally, it could maintain its cohesion, possessing terrifying power.

Ling Feng activated his Heavenly Dao Eye, searching for weaknesses in Li Changqing’s swordsmanship while his long sword began to flicker with a dark red glow under his infusion of True Qi.

“Ha!”

A sharp cry rang out beside his ear—Lee Ruyun’s sword light once again rushed in for an attack.

The coordination of their attacks was seamless, giving Ling Feng no time to catch his breath.

But Lee Ruyun really overestimated herself; her fancy movements only served as a slight distraction.

Annoyed by her, Ling Feng’s eyes brimmed with killing intent.

He saw through Lee Ruyun’s defensive weakness at a glance and thrust out fiercely with his sword.

The sword gleam streaked through the air like lightning, slicing through the void, avoiding Lee Ruyun’s sword edge, and thrusting directly at her throat.

Ling Feng’s sword was fast!

Fierce!

Accurate!

The unrelenting momentum stunned Lee Ruyun, her scalp tingling and her body breaking out in cold sweat.

The cold killing intent that sealed off her entire body caused Lee Ruyun’s complexion to drastically change as she cried out in alarm, “No, don’t—”

Her voice abruptly ceased; in the blink of an eye, Ling Feng’s sword had pierced her throat, and blood spurted out.

“Clang!”

Lee Ruyun’s long sword fell to the ground.

Her hands clutched her snow-white throat as blood gushed out like a fountain, staining her pale palms bright red.

Her eyes fixed on Ling Feng’s retreating figure, her eyelids fluttered, and then she collapsed to the ground with a turn of her body.

Lee Ruyun was dead!

Ling Feng’s sword knew nothing of mercy or tenderness!

“Junior Sister Lee!”

Li Changqing’s pupils dilated with bloodshot eyes, and killing intent surged violently throughout his body, almost driving him berserk.

“You’re going to die!”

Clutching his long sword, Li Changqing stood as his clothes billowed in the strong wind; an endless tide of killing intent rushed towards Ling Feng.