Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Experts clashing, in the blink of an eye, victory and defeat could already be determined.

In the moment stunned by Jiang Dali’s immense Inner Strength, Feng Ying instantly reacted, shouting loudly as he suddenly drew his short sword from his waist.

”I refuse to believe your hard skill is completely without vulnerability!”

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

The Sword Radiance twirled, and the sword light danced elegantly, attacking Jiang Dali like many birds swooping into the forest.

The steps Feng Ying traced also resembled the form of a bird, as if about to suddenly take flight.

Sword Radiance interwove into a net, sparse yet seamless, enveloping the critical acupoints of Jiang Dali’s body.

”You’ve learned much, this must be another Martial Arts from Lingjiu Palace, the Heavenly Feather Strange Sword.”

Jiang Dali laughed loudly, suddenly retreating and drifting away to dodge, his body’s Green Gold color becoming even richer.

A huge, frantic momentum began to rise crazily, changing the expressions of everyone present.

”Don’t leave!”

Feng Ying followed the sword, moving even faster, his Sword Light sticking close like maggots on bones.

Boom—

”With every retreat, I’m building up a stronger attack! I hope you can withstand it!”

At that moment, Jiang Dali coldly sneered, suddenly stood still, and the frenzied momentum burst forth, instantly a strong danger caused Feng Ying’s pupils to shrink.

His hand moved, striking out a palm as if a child praying to Buddha.

Boom—

The airwave shook, sand and stones scattered.

A terrifying palm power burst forth like a malevolent wave smashing the sky.

The compressed air formed an extremely frightening Qi Wall that slammed forward.

Feng Ying cried out low and retreating, her several bursts of Sword Qi resisted, feeling as if the Sword Qi was cutting against a thick rolling Qi Wall.

A massive pressure crashed forward, shocking her mind, making stars burst before her eyes, and her figure staggered.

At this point all Tyrant Hall Players changed their expressions.

”I’m coming!”

Heartbroken Little Knife didn’t hesitate to shout and rushed to help.

He leaped and ran like a tiger, his saber thrusting forth, every slash carrying a ringing wind noise that targeted Jiang Dali’s back, using the strategy of surrounding Wei to rescue Zhao.

”Trivial trick!”

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, his Nine Yang Divine Skill explosively unleashed, a powerful Qi Force instantly hitting the Curved Blade of the incoming Heartbroken Little Knife, he stepped forward and harshly struck his palm against Feng Ying’s hastily blocked Short Sword.

Clang—

A harsh metallic resonance erupted.

The Short Sword bent into a startling arc, striking hard against the chest.

Feng Ying screamed, her Qi-Blood fell drastically almost to instant death, she spit out a Blood Arrow, her body shaken into the air, flying out like a kite with a broken string.

”Ah ah ah—die!”

Heartbroken Little Knife roared, his figure flashed, instantly spinning like a top to appear in front of Jiang Dali.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

The incredibly quick and fierce Curved Blade in his hand spun like a spiral cutting blade, slicing towards Jiang Dali’s neck.

”You’re the one who will die!”

Jiang Dali’s eyes were cold as stars, his Golden-Backed Nine-Ring Great Saber suddenly propelled by a Qi Force out of its sheath.

Ching—

Suddenly a blinding Golden Light flashed!

Everyone present felt as if a small sun had appeared before them, almost bringing tears to their eyes.

That terrifyingly aggressive Sword Qi seemed almost to touch everyone’s skin, causing a chilling fear.

”Saber!”

Jiang Dali roared as he grasped the saber.

The saber dominantly slashed down!

Heartbroken Little Knife frantically changed his move to block.

Clang, sparks exploded!

The Curved Blade snapped in the middle.

Heartbroken Little Knife’s eyes widened in fear, staring at the sweeping Golden Sword Light before him.

His mind was filled with a flash of golden sword light, shimmering like lightning.

In the next moment, his body burst into two halves, bisected by a single stroke, and vanished in a flash of white light.

”The saber isn’t meant to be used with such frivolous flair,” Jiang Dali sneered coldly as he stared at the two halves of the curved blade that had fallen to the ground. Holding the Nine-Ring Great Saber that still emitted a golden glow, his eyes swept over the other players present, his lips still curved in a faint smile.

However, to all the players, this peculiar smile felt chillingly cold from the depths of their hearts.

”Run! Everyone, run!”

Severely injured, Feng Ying suddenly shouted and sprang up from the ground, swallowing an elixir and bravely charging toward Jiang Dali, her expression resolute as if welcoming death.

”Vice Hall Master!”

”Vice Hall Master, we will advance or retreat with you!”

All players from Tyrant Hall were visibly moved, with some ready to rush forward and fight to death.

”Run quickly! This is an order! We were all wrong, having severely underestimated the enemy.”

Feng Ying shouted sternly, charging forward with both person and sword. With a clang, her sword sang and sword light startlingly sprang from the ground, flickering between illusion and reality, aiming straight for the crucial point on Jiang Dali’s chest.

Jiang Dali chuckled lowly, his long saber turning slightly, ”Think you can escape?”

Crack—

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, casting its reflection on Jiang Dali’s long saber, emitting a more dazzling golden brilliance.

This splendid golden light brought no warmth but was more like a cold, darting arrow, shooting fear and death into everyone’s eyes.

Hum—

The saber resonated as all nine rings vibrated in unison, sounding like a demonic chorus from hell under the pressure of even more terrifying and mighty Inner Strength.

Jiang Dali’s long saber danced quickly.

With just one move, Feng Ying was overwhelmed by the massive force and Qi Energy, causing her body to tremble violently as she screamed.

The short sword in her hand, along with her arm, snapped into two pieces and fell to the ground.

In the next moment, the blade swiftly swept horizontally, cutting directly from her temple, slicing off half of Feng Ying’s head and killing her instantly as she vanished in a flash of white light.

”Vice Hall Master!”

”Aaaah! I’ll kill you!”

All the players from Tyrant Hall were furious, some fleeing faster, others roaring as they desperately charged at Jiang Dali.

”Ha ha ha, skulls for goblets, drinking enemies’ blood.

A bunch of chickens and dogs, no blame on you for trying your best. Even killing all of you doesn’t satisfy me!”

Jiang Dali laughed wildly as he charged forth with his saber, completely unstoppable.

The Nine-Ring Great Saber in his hand spun like a windmill, creating an illusion of a mountain of saber blades.

Even just the impact of the saber on their bodies was enough to break bones and snap sinews, not to mention its ability to slice through iron like mud.

In an instant, the foot of Black Wind Mountain transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse, blood flowing freely.

These players from Tyrant Hall who had been strutting around confidently for the past few days were like lambs and pigs, screaming as they were chased and cut down by the man wielding the great saber.

These so-called elite members of the Family Consortium were almost no match for the Black Wind Village Chief.

Any attack that landed on him hardly caused any significant damage.

The slightly surprising damages were minuscule, single-digit losses that only led to more despair.

”Village Chief!”

”Village Chief, we’re coming to support you! giaogiaogiao!”

”Support my ass, quick, dammit run faster, we won’t be able to snatch even a single head if we’re any slower!”

”Whoosh...c, ca, damn, I can’t even run faster than the Village Chief kills, I’m losing my mind here.”

When reinforcements from Black Wind Village and three other villages arrived,

everyone stared blankly at the nearly empty battlefield, and the few players running so hard their lungs were burning even knelt down, foaming at the mouth.

All eyes couldn’t help but fall on the tall, strong man holding the great saber in the midst of the battlefield, his name almost blackened, symbolizing utter danger and power.

Jiang Dali sheathed his saber and shouted coldly, ”What are you staring at? Have you gotten stupid from being killed?

Launch immediately, search the entirety of Hui City, blockade all City God Temples, and grind those from Tyrant Hall to dust!

Kill them a dozen times first, then capture and lock them all in Black Prison!”

All the player mountain bandits’ spirits were lifted as they quickly looked up.

”And you few, foaming at the mouth with your weak legs, is this the physical condition that makes bandits? Buck up! Prepare for a big hit!”

Jiang Dali’s roar echoed like a tiger, intimidating the forest...