Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Lin Chengjin, Mu Ling, and Shao Kaizhi came up to divide the items into three parts and store them. As soon as those items were distributed, all eyes turned to the three.

"Come on, now! Get it done quickly." Pei Zixuan told the man. He eased a little during the time it took to divide the items. But, it was impossible to expect his physical and spiritual energy to keep up.

As he took a step back, the man squinted his eyes and grasped the sword. The spirit energy breath in his body surged up, and the fierce killing intent came out of him, but the surge of the breath made people suspect something was wrong.

Even if they were both Nascent Soul Peak cultivators, this man didn't hide the killing intent on his body, which made Mu Ling and the others anxious.

"Whoosh!"

"Clang!"

When the swords collided, a fierce breath shot out and a cold killing intent spread. The two men swept over like swimming dragons. Killing intent radiated from the glint and flash of cold steel. The man on the opposing side struck Pei Zixuan with lethal force as if he intended to kill him.

"This man wants to kill Zixuan!" Mu Ling said gloomily as he stared coldly ahead.

They were disciples of the Four Sects. They wouldn't kill other disciples here unless they had great hatred and grievance for each other. But, this man's move was extremely vicious and lethal, leaving no leeway. They were so worried that they couldn't help but break out in cold sweats.

What was waiting for him if he reacted even slightly slower was death. The fight just now was one thing. But if Pei Zixuan, whose body simply wasn't up to the task, were forced to fight for a long time, he feared that...

The sword's shadow swept across the trees not far away. With a single whirr, a deep sword mark was scratched into the trunk of the huge tree. The vibration of the blade intent caused the falling leaves to whirl in the air before they slowly fell to the ground.

The clash of the two swords was constant, but after more than a dozen strokes, Pei Zixuan was subdued and had to back up a few steps as he was forced into a tight corner. When the opponent saw the sword, he took advantage of the chance to attack. When the sword intent flashed, Pei Zixuan's arm was pierced.

"Hiss!"

He gasped. All he could feel was extreme cold from the blade's gash wound. It rushed into his body like ice, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

When Feng Jiu saw this, she squinted and said, "The blade was poisoned."

The man wielding the sword sneered and took a large stride forward to kill Pei Zixuan. Other people withdrew more than ten metres away, making it impossible for them to help him. Pei Zixuan's arm felt stiff and heavy after being slashed by the sword, his arm felt stiff and heavy, and it was hard to lift it. Also, as the spirit energy breath moved through his body, the poison that had seeped into his body circulated faster. He suddenly felt a rush of blood and vomited out blood.

"Pffft!"

"Senior Brother!"

"Zixuan!"

"Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother!"

A few surprised cries rang out. Mu Ling and the others rushed forward, but the man with the poisoned sword was faster. As the sword was about to stab between the eyes, they only saw a small white figure jump down from the tree. With a light flick of the sleeve, the sword-wielding man flew out.

"Bang!"

"Pfft!"

He fell heavily to the ground, and blood gushed from his mouth. He covered his chest with an arm and stared viciously at the person who had suddenly appeared.

"Who are you!"