Chapter 1615: Chapter 1611: Killing Intent

“Speaking of which, how did you manage to track us down here?” Shen Luo suddenly asked.

“We have to thank your Azure Sky Ink Stone and Soul of Ink Brush for that. Without the power of the Void contained in those two treasures, we wouldn’t have been able to forcefully activate the Teleportation Array at the last moment,” Yan Lie said with a smile.

“In that case, I might as well be considered a lifesaver for both of you… But judging by your expressions, it seems that you aren’t here to express your gratitude?” Shen Luo raised an eyebrow and said.

“Lifesaver? Haha, Daoist Shen really has a way with jokes. The three of us have now formed an alliance. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll surrender without a fight. Perhaps you can even keep your lives, which would save us the trouble of wasting our mana unnecessarily,” Wanshui Zhenren said as he seized the initiative.

“Brother Wan Shui, your acting is overly dramatic. If you keep this up, even I might start taking you seriously,” Shen Luo rolled his eyes and said feignantly.

Wanshui Zhenren laughed out of irritation: “At this juncture, what’s the point of playing these tricks?”

Even though he said this, he was still somewhat worried that the other two might misunderstand him, so he struck first, attacking Shen Luo and his companion.

His feet clad in the Cloud Chasing Lightning Boots shone brightly with spiritual light, and in an instant, he transformed into a residual image and vanished from the spot.

Shen Luo’s eyes gleamed, and the Ghost Eye of the Netherworld was already in operation. He moved horizontally using the Slanting Moon Steps, twisting his body swiftly to dodge nimbly to the side, passing by Wanshui Zhenren.

In his palm, he was already holding a Pure Yang Flying Sword, swinging it horizontally towards Wanshui Zhenren.

Wanshui Zhenren, perhaps because he was too fast, did not manage to dodge in time and was cut in half at the waist by Shen Luo’s sword.

However, although his body was cut in half, there was no blood spilling from the wound. Instead, his body twisted and changed, dispersing like water ripples and smoke.

“Water Moon Illusion…” Nie Caizhu muttered softly.

But then Shen Luo suddenly shouted, “Cai Zhu, be careful!”

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Nie Caizhu; it was Wanshui Zhenren.

He feigned an attack on Shen Luo using an illusion to distract, but his real target was Nie Caizhu.

“Hmph, too late …” Wanshui Zhenren shouted aloud.

In his hand, a burst of golden light flashed, and he was now wielding the Golden Dragon Scissors, aiming to strangle Nie Caizhu at the neck.

As soon as Nie Caizhu noticed he used the “Water Moon Illusion,” her hands had already formed seals. Without needing to turn her head, the hair tie at the back of her head shone with the light of Magical Treasures.

Ten Thousand Miles of Clouds stretched out immediately, winding up along the Golden Dragon Scissors like a spirit snake, aiming directly for Wanshui Zhenren’s neck.

Wanshui Zhenren was unalarmed, his Golden Dragon Scissors still fiercely twisting downward, as a slender yellow light shot from his waist towards his own chest.

Just before the Ten Thousand Miles of Clouds reached his neck, a rustic, mottled ancient coin shot out from that thin yellow light and struck it first.

The light of the Magical Treasures enveloping the Ten Thousand Miles of Clouds instantly dissipated, falling like gauze.

“Die.”

The edge of Wanshui Zhenren’s Golden Scissors gleamed, swiftly twisting together.

Where the golden light landed, a strand of black hair was cut and floated in mid-air, while Nie Caizhu had already activated her Pacing Azure Cloud Boots and flashed away.

Seeing this situation, Che Qingtian finally felt reassured about Wanshui Zhenren.

Shen Luo had already reached Nie Caizhu’s side, standing back to back with her, and asked in a low voice, “Are you alright?”

“It’s okay, but it’s a pity that a Magical Treasure was lost in just one exchange,” Nie Caizhu shook her head and said.

“No worries. I can just take it back later.” Shen Luo’s gaze slightly condensed, his tone still relatively calm, only Nie Caizhu didn’t know that his look towards Wanshui Zhenren had already turned extremely cold, as if he was looking at a corpse.

Wanshui Zhenren, having taken the Ten Thousand Miles of Cloud into his sleeve, felt Shen Luo’s gaze and couldn’t help but shiver, hurriedly calling out to the other two: “Daoist Che, Yan Lie, what are you staring for, let’s join hands now.”

Yan Lie nodded upon hearing this, didn’t say anything, but took out a Dustless Fan from his sleeve and held it in his hand.

“Rest assured, the two of them will surely die today.” Che Qingtian also took out an octagonal box from his sleeve.

“Why do they all still have Magical Treasures in hand, could it be they can still open their Storage Magical Tools?” Shen Luo noticed this and a hint of confusion arose in his heart.

However, thinking that they all took out magical artifacts from their sleeves instead of summoning them directly, he then felt otherwise.

In fact, the reason Yan Lie and Wanshui Zhenren had Magical Treasures at hand was because they encountered an accident during the previous teleportation and took out a few Magical Treasures to cope, thus they were carrying them closely, not storing them in Storage Magical Tools.

As for Che Qingtian, he has always carried several Armor closely with him.

At this moment, Che Qingtian raised his hand and waved, the octagonal box immediately obeyed and fell to the ground, the Yan Pattern on its lid flickered and with a “snap,” it opened.

Immediately after, a black light shines, and from it leaps out a tall and burly pitch-black Armor.

Its appearance resembled a warrior garbed in Armor, yet the gaps between the Armor revealed strips of bright red muscles, some even extending beyond the gaps, covering the Armor.

It looked like flesh and Armor were grown together.

“Shen Luo, you are also well-versed in the way of Armor, try my Blood Wheel King Armor and see how it is?” Che Qingtian sneered coldly.

As soon as his voice fell, the tall black Armor had already charged towards Shen Luo, its speed seemed not fast, but the Black Long Knife in its hand flickered with black light, looking quite remarkable.

In this realm, everyone’s movements were restricted, no one dared to leap high casually, fearing that a carelessness might send them flying too high, into the bounds of the array’s prohibitions above, being erased by the invisible force of prohibition.

Shen Luo, in order to protect Nie Caizhu, concentrated his glance, and also had no intention of dodging; he stepped forward, switching from holding the sword with one hand to both hands, his Huangting Technique circulating within him, swinging his sword to meet the attack.

The Blood Wheel King Armor also showed no weakness, swinging the Long Knife downwards.

Black Sword Light and Crimson Sword Qi each drew two afterimages in midair, as if two charge banners collided together.

A crisp “clang” sound!

Sword Edge collided with the Knife Edge, a massive shockwave erupted instantly, transforming into two walls of wind howling out.

The Black Long Knife and the Crimson Longsword clashed, issuing a series of sharp noises, surprisingly neither made a step back, they strictly matched in strength.

While the two of them were still wrestling, on the other side the roaring wind suddenly intensified, as Yan Lie had also joined in, waving the Dustless Fan in his hand, sending blades of wind slicing towards Shen Luo.

Shen Luo was unambiguous, lifting his other hand towards that side, a flame igniting in his palm, three Pure Yang Flying Swords simultaneously burst through the air, heading straight for the wind blades.

The three Longswords forming a triangular angle with each other, mutually supporting as they launched, all emitted sharp sword cries, their sword light bursting out, casting fiery flames like meteor showers toward Yan Lie.

The flames and sword light clashed with the overwhelming wind blades, bursting out into an intense roar.

The powerful cutting force of the Dustless Fan immediately shattered all the sword light, turning it into fiery dust, until it vanished completely.

However, after the fiery rain, three cries still resounded.

A wave of intensely fierce heat rolled up, three Golden Crow Sword Spirits simultaneously appeared, fiercely pouncing towards Yan Lie.