boyutpedia Chapter 1029 Dragon Wind Defeats Sword God
Chapter 1029 Dragon Wind Defeats Sword God
In that brief moment, four or five prisoners inflicted seven or eight wounds on the demon spirit.
The paralysis ended, and the monster's wounds throbbed slightly, but this was clearly not a problem.
The damage these assassins inflicted on him was less than one percent of the damage Li Wenzhong had caused him.
With a casual sweep, a circle of heads flew into the air, and blood splattered like a waterfall.
"If this is all the strength you have, then don't even try to get close to the battlefield."
"I don't want to kill too many ants; that would make my sins too heavy."
The scarred man picked up the short-handled halberd and headed towards the demon spirit.
"It seems you're on the same wavelength as me, but I'm curious to know if you're truly my match."
"My name is Kino."
“Three years ago, he caused trouble at the Supi camp and killed twenty compatriots while drunk. He was imprisoned on death row for his crimes.”
"What's your name? What's your background?"
The demon spirit remained calm and composed, replying indifferently:
"Before the Emperor of the Great Tang Dynasty, under the command of Longfeng Wulezhi, Grand Commander of the Inner Guard, is the Commander Moling!"
After introducing themselves, the two looked into each other's eyes.
An invisible killing intent flowed, and an unspoken killing aura filled the air.
The other prisoners didn't hesitate to leave the two behind and continue walking towards the city gate.
There are dozens of experts there specifically to guard against them; those are the real opponents.
Long Feng was also stopped by a swordsman who had a sword slung over his back. It was a very simple longsword and did not seem to be a divine weapon.
"I am Long Feng. Who goes there?"
"It is Sumo, the sword god of Tibet."
The swordsman flipped his right hand, and the sword was now facing forward.
Long Feng swallowed hard. He had always considered himself invincible below the top-tier level, but today he realized he had been somewhat careless.
Within this small Tibetan kingdom, a man who claimed to be the Tibetan Sword God was no less imposing than him.
"Since you are the Tibetan Sword God, then let me see your strength!"
He pushed off the ground with his right foot, his body gliding forward, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Su Mo, thrusting his long sword straight out to strike the other's chest.
Su Mo swung his sword to the side, deflecting the longsword in Long Feng's hand.
Long Feng, who was in mid-air, swung his sword back, but Su Mo easily blocked it again.
Using inertia, Long Feng's body flew towards a nearby house. Just as he was about to crash into it, his body began to twist in a strange arc, his upper and lower body bending at almost a right angle, his head facing down, as if the world had turned upside down. His feet braced against the wall, finally giving him a foothold.
Su Mo was quite surprised by this strange movement technique.
Having found almost no rivals in Tibet, this was the first time he had ever seen someone whose body could be twisted so contorted that the distance between their hips and waist was so close.
"What a monster."
He exclaimed in admiration and began to surge forward.
Long Feng had already stepped onto the house and straightened up from his backward lean. But the sound of wind breaking came from behind him. He subconsciously thrust his sword back and used his toes to push off, and his body began to rotate diagonally.
Having failed in his sneak attack, Su Mo quickly drew his sword, stepped on the wall, and flew to a nearby house.
After regaining his footing in time, Long Feng kept a watchful eye on Su Mo diagonally above him, not daring to relax for even a moment.
The two were locked in a standoff for only a moment. Long Feng knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he took the initiative and rushed in to fight Su Mo at close range.
Su Mo, positioned high above, effortlessly deflected Long Feng's attacks, but his weapon was ultimately inferior, falling short of Long Feng's uniquely shaped longsword.
After exchanging blows for only fifty-odd rounds, Long Feng used the sharp, spike-like edges of his longsword to break Su Mo's sword.
A crisp, shattering sound echoed in Su Mo's ears, and the Tibetan swordsman stopped all his movements for a moment.
He looked down at the fragments of the sword on the ground, a deep sorrow and despair surging within him. Ignoring the longsword that Long Feng held to his neck, he squatted down and picked up the fragments one by one.
The sharp blade cut his hand, but he continued picking up the items as if he felt no pain.
"You lost."
"Stand up!" Long Feng roared.
Heaven knows how much pressure he was under during that fight; his shirt was soaked with sweat.
But the other party only had a broken sword, and was just like a dead person.
He hasn't even killed him yet!
"As long as the sword is there, the person is there; if the sword is gone, the person is gone."
"You might as well kill me, and use my life to prove your name as the Sword God."
Su Mo discarded the broken sword and slowly stood up.
"I don't need the title of Sword God, and I have never been a Sword God or anything like that."
Long Feng spat.
"The sword god of my Great Tang is His Majesty the Emperor of my Great Tang. Even if he is not His Majesty the Emperor, he is General Wang Jinghui. Compared to them, I am far inferior."
Su Mo asked suspiciously, "You're so skilled, yet you're still ranked low among the sword masters of the Tang Dynasty?"
He felt a pang of regret and continued, "I never imagined that there would be so many masters in the Tang Dynasty."
"If I had known earlier that the Tang Dynasty had so many experts, I would have gone there to challenge them."
He slowly opened his arms: "Come on, kill me."
Long Feng shook his head: "I won't kill you. You should leave now. I don't want to see you on this battlefield again."
Soma picked up the broken sword and turned to leave.
He had only taken two steps when he suddenly turned back to look at Long Feng.
"Let me give you a heads-up: the sword in your hand is called the Cursed Sword."
"All those who used this sword died tragically. I hope you will not repeat their mistakes."
Long Feng wouldn't believe such nonsense.
He gave Su Mo a perfunctory nod, then jumped down from the house and charged toward the prisoners in the distance.
"The cursed sword, the cursed sword..."
"Was it because the user was too weak that he died a violent death, or is this sword truly cursed?"
Soma watched for a long time, then finally picked up his broken sword and jumped into a small house, disappearing from sight.
Among the prisoners, some naturally paid attention to the battle between Long Feng and Su Mo. After confirming that Su Mo had been defeated and escaped, everyone's attitude towards him was one of disdain.
"He claims to be our Tibetan sword god, but his strength is only so-so. He was defeated in fifty or sixty rounds. What is he anyway!"
“That’s right, he’s not qualified to be the sword god of our Tibet.”
"If he's a sword god with this level of strength, then we'd be his dad, hahaha."
The crowd mocked and ridiculed him for a while, but only one swordsman, who initially looked disdainful but later showed complete admiration, turned and left, offering no opinion on the seemingly hasty battle.
He went through a long and winding journey before finally returning to the starting point from which the Tibetan swordsman Sumo had left—that small cluster of houses.
Finding traces of Soma in the small house, he began to follow him.
The battle on the city wall had reached a fever pitch. Despite the valiant resistance of the Tibetan defenders on the wall, they could not stop the Tang army from storming the city walls.
As the first soldier climbed the city wall, soldiers followed one after another.
In an instant, the outcome was decided.