Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1389

Chapter 1389: Chapter 718: Treachery (Part 2)

"Since you’re looking for death, I’ll fulfill your wishes."

He let out a cold snort, and the Broken Wind Ancient Sword was unsheathed, its blade gleaming with a chilling light.

"Light Splitting Shadow Sword!"

Gu Sheng’s figure flickered, transforming into nine illusions, simultaneously attacking the members of the Sun and Moon Sect. Under the suppression of the secret realm, these martial artists couldn’t use their spiritual power to discern the real from the fake and immediately fell into chaos.

"Form a formation! Quickly form a formation!"

The scar-faced man shouted, but it was too late.

Gu Sheng’s real body had already circled behind him, and the Broken Wind Ancient Sword struck like a viper, cutting down with a single sword!

"Pfft—"

Blood spurted out, and the scar-faced man’s head flew high into the air, his face still frozen in disbelief. An Earth Martial Realm expert was slain with a single sword strike!

The sword edge of the Broken Wind Ancient Sword traced a chilling arc under the moonlight. Gu Sheng’s wrist turned gently, and the sword blade plunged into the abdomen of a Sun and Moon Sect disciple.

"Rip" went the sound, and the simultaneous tearing of fabric and flesh resounded piercingly in the silent forest.

The disciple’s eyes widened, and he looked down at his abdomen—the sword edge had already sliced open a half-foot-long gash, with bluish-purple intestines mixed with dark red blood gushing out, slickly piling up on his boots.

He futilely tried to hold it with his hands, but the warm organs kept oozing through his fingers.

"Se... Senior Brother..."

His lips trembled as he fell forward, his organs dragging a viscous blood trail across the ground.

Gu Sheng expressionlessly withdrew his longsword, the droplets of blood from the sword tip striking the fallen leaves, leaving deep dark spots.

Five steps away, the faces of the other three Sun and Moon Sect disciples were ashen, their hands holding swords trembling slightly.

"Gu Sheng! How dare you kill our Sun and Moon Sect..."

The leading blue-robed disciple shouted harshly, but before he could finish, a silver light had already reached three inches in front of his throat.

"Ding!"

At the last moment, a disciple beside him thrust a spear, the iron tip precisely colliding with the Broken Wind Ancient Sword, sparks flying in all directions.

Gu Sheng’s figure rippled like a reflection in water, and the spear that passed through his chest emerged from his back without encountering any resistance—there wasn’t even a single drop of blood.

"An illusion?!"

The disciple holding the spear cried out in shock, suddenly feeling a coldness on his neck.

He raised his hand bewilderedly to touch his neck, his fingertips encountering a thin line of a wound, and in the next moment, his head slowly slid down along that line, blood gushing like a spring.

The real Gu Sheng stood behind him, the blood droplets on his sword had yet to fully drip off.

The remaining two disciples stood back to back, their sword tips continuously shifting among the three "Gu Shengs"—one stood by a rock on the left, another crouched at the treetop to the right, while a third stood three meters directly in front.

Each Gu Sheng held his sword in a different initial posture, indistinguishable under the moonlight.

"Light Splitting Shadow Sword..."

The blue-robed disciple’s voice trembled.

"Isn’t this the Mystic Sky Sect’s signature skill? How could..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Gu Sheng on the treetop suddenly vanished, and at the same time, the shadow by the rock swung its sword.

In a panic, the two raised their swords to block, only to see the sword light pierce through their weapons, heading straight for their throats. As they closed their eyes, expecting death, the anticipated pain never arrived—this was still a feint!

"Guard carefully!"

The blue-robed disciple suddenly realized and turned his head to look at the place where they had captured the white-robed woman. There, Gu Sheng’s real body had silently appeared behind the two guards.

"Ah!"

A scream tore through the night. The guard on the left had only half-drawn his sword when his throat was pierced by the Broken Wind Ancient Sword, the sword tip protruding three inches from his rear neck. The guard on the right fared even worse; Gu Sheng’s left hand clawed into his chest, forcibly tearing out his still-beating heart.

The heart twitched twice in Gu Sheng’s palm before he casually tossed it into a pile of fallen leaves with a dull thud.

"Bastard!"

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