C8 To Fight for One's Life

"What is it? Beat yourself up? " Yang Qiu asked in confusion.

Jiang Feng coughed a few times, then said: "Nothing, the Demonic Strength is in trouble, now everything is fine."

Whether it was the natural bloodthirsty reaction after being stimulated by the Demonic Strength or the instinct in the depths of his heart, Jiang Feng did not know. He just vaguely felt that the endless killing would bring about an indescribable pleasure, but it would also cause his life to lose its color.

After a short while, hundreds of disciples had rushed out of the encirclement and rushed towards the last line of defense of the Ding Mountain Little Demon.

The snow-like sword light made Jiang Feng slightly close his eyes. The piercing pain made him want to cry, but it disappeared in a flash.

Opening his eyes, Jiang Feng saw a long-hilted saber flying towards him at lightning speed. He raised the wooden stick in his hand, hoping to block it.

The momentum of the saber was slightly reduced, and the wooden stick was cut in half from the middle. A biting cold saber aura assaulted his face.

Without a doubt, the disciple who ambushed Jiang Feng was not a rookie. On the contrary, he had gone through hundreds of battles. A normal blade could produce blade Qi and was definitely an elite amongst elites.

After Jiang Feng's acupoints were stimulated by the Demonic Strength, his agility increased multiple times. With the flash of a fatal danger, he rolled to the left.

Jiang Feng felt a dull pain on his forehead. He knew that the sharp sword qi had probably cut his skin.

A drop of blood gushed out from between Jiang Feng's eyebrows. It streaked across Jiang Feng's cheek and dripped onto his lips.

Jiang Feng licked the blood without any hint of nervousness or fear. The calmness that came from his body allowed him to take control of the whole situation.

His opponent was very strong, and he was used to living on the battlefield. He would fight with his life on the line.

The Jingluo Sect disciple was also surprised. The blade that was about to kill had been dodged dangerously by the little demon in front of him, so he could only turn around and hack another blade at Jiang Feng who was on the ground.

This cut was as fast as lightning, Jiang Feng had no time to dodge. He clenched his steel teeth, and facing the incoming blade light, his right hand reached out towards the enemy's eye.

The blade light disappeared and a square shield appeared in front of Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng was sent flying five meters away.

Jiang Feng felt weak as he landed on the ground. Lowering his head, he found himself lying on the corpse of a Jingluo Sect disciple, with a plain blade by his side.

Picking up the long-hilted saber, Jiang Feng's courage increased by several folds. Holding the saber with both hands, he pounced towards his opponent like a fierce tiger pouncing down a mountain.

The blade lights intersected. Jiang Feng was wounded several times and was bleeding profusely. He was still attacking his opponent like a ferocious tiger.

There weren't any moves, and it looked like there wasn't any pattern, but he was relying on the aura of fighting to the point of forcing his opponent to retreat step by step.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng screamed, the opponent's blade cut into his shoulder, and then he roared, his left hand grabbed onto the back of the opponent's blade, making it impossible for him to pull out the blade, his right hand brandishing the blade to behead the opponent.

The square shield was once again placed horizontally between the two of them, causing Jiang Feng's fight to fail. It was just that Jiang Feng's strength was stronger than the Jingluo Sect disciple's, so he used the plain blade in his hand as a sledgehammer, chopping down fiercely one strike after another.

A force as heavy as a mountain came from the shield. The Jingluo Sect disciples were unable to bear the burden and they finally abandoned their shields and sabers to escape. Jiang Feng, who had been chased to the front, cut his throat as his body rolled down the mountain.

Jiang Feng had used up almost all of his energy in this intense fight. Plus, his Qi and blood had been drained, making him dizzy the moment he lost his consciousness. Even though he was fighting fiercely, he could only lie down and pretend to be dead to recover his strength.

Jiang Feng should be extremely excited for his first time killing someone to be able to do so. However, his heart was very calm. There was an indescribable strangeness to it. He could only sigh at the fact that he was naturally cold-blooded and ruthless.

After feigning death and resting for a little while, Jiang Feng saw Yang Qiu being killed by a group of Luo's disciples running wildly on the mountain top. He forgot the bone knife wound on his shoulder and jumped up.

Jiang Feng threw his saber with all his might, hoping to solve the dangerous situation of Yang Qiu being hunted.

The long-hilted saber transformed into a black ray of light, shooting towards the back of that disciple. However, his aim was slightly off, and he tilted his blade by a meter.

Luo Bainian turned around in shock and looked at the saber behind him. He then looked at Jiang Feng, who was unarmed, before turning around and pouncing towards him.

Jiang Feng had lost too much blood, and his face was pale green. However, his eyes were even more pure, as clear as water. He did not retreat, and actually rushed towards the disciple, as if he wanted to repeat the same trick, using his flesh and blood to meet the cold blade light.

The blade once again remained in Jiang Feng's body, but this time, it was deep in his lower abdomen, blood flowed out, but Jiang Feng did not seem to feel any pain, taking advantage of the moment the blade entered his body to engage the opponent in close combat.

Luo Bu was still holding the saber in his right hand, but he was not able to bring out any damage at a close distance. There was no room for him to swing his machete; on the contrary, Jiang Feng's hands were like venomous snakes, biting into his eyes.

Then, he twisted his right wrist with force, causing Jiang Feng to wail in pain as beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down his forehead. His lower abdomen was broken into pieces, blood mixed with turbid yellow water spurted out, his injuries were severe, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

Luo Bainian drew her saber and smiled sinisterly. She raised it above her head and prepared to chop it into pieces.

At the moment of life and death, it was unknown where Jiang Feng got his strength from. He leaped and threw his opponent to the ground, and almost instinctively, he bit into the throat of a disciple.

The dense white teeth bit down on each other, and after a loud cracking sound, the throat of the disciple broke, his windpipe was torn apart, and the blood in his neck was like a gushing spring; his Qi instantly weakened, and he was left with only one last breath.

Although Jiang Feng's mouth was filled with the enemy's blood, he didn't have the nauseous appearance of an ordinary person. He didn't feel any fishiness, and it seemed to be a little sweet. This was a long-awaited feast.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath greedily. His entire body was dyed red by blood. He howled towards the sky. His roar was filled with indignation, hatred and killing intent.

The whistling sound was just like the colliding of metals. Tremendous waves struck the shore, resounding through the entire sky and shooting straight into the clouds. For a moment, everyone's attention was attracted, and the battle between the two sides slowly slowed down.

The inner disciple of Jingluo Sect who was inside the camp, Luo Gongqing, was sitting on a tiger skin chair. Hearing Jiang Feng's howl, he couldn't help but feel a burst of fear and trepidation as he thought to himself: "Could it be that the Sky Scorpion Lion has already taken action, and is killing my outer disciples of Jingluo Sect? "It seems like it's finally time for me to challenge this Manticore."

The group of Ding Mountain demons that was the leader of the Sky Scorpion Lion group were also restless. Jiang Feng's roar seemed to directly attack his soul, causing a slight crack to appear in his Core Formation inner core.

This roar was so powerful that it disturbed the leaders of both sides and accelerated the arrival of their decisive battle.

Jiang Feng, of course, did not realize anything. He just felt refreshed and full of energy after the roar.

"Jiang Feng, you …" Yang Qiu, who was running in front of Jiang Feng, had a glint in his eyes. It was as if Jiang Feng had turned into a monster.

"What about me?" Jiang Feng was also surprised.

"You've become a monster. Touch your teeth!" Yang Qiu looked away as if he was afraid of Jiang Feng's current appearance.

Jiang Feng was shocked. With a touch of his hand, not only were the teeth on both sides incomparably sharp, a long fang protruded from his left and right side.

These two fangs were as white as jade, like two crescent moons. They flashed a frightening cold light, rendering Jiang Feng into a little monster that no one dared to look at.