Supreme Emperor of Swords Chapter 272 - The Final Hit of Execution in a Raging Fire

Chapter 272 The Final Hit of Execution in a Raging Fire

Before he finished his words—
The man with the bronze grimace mask with the saber handle suddenly moved, and like an arrow released from a string, shot toward Su Long. Along his way, the man waved his hand behind him. The dragon-patterned bloody saber that was inserted in the ground emitted a series of tremolos. Just with a flash, it returned to the hand of the man with the bronze grimace mask.
“Kill!”
“Holding the saber, driving the wrist, and chopping down!”
The simple action by the bronze-masked man was full of an indescribable sense of rhythm.
“You want to kill me in such a manner? … Are you dreaming?” Su Long shouted in anger. The Swimming Dragon Sword momentum revived and an instant counterattack was made.
At this moment, the vision of people present blurred, and suddenly they could not see the man with the bronze grimace mask. Su Long lost the target for his counterattack. In a daze but with vigilance, Su Long was about to withdraw. At this moment, he had a very strong ominous omen. Suddenly, he felt hot at the back of his neck as he intended to get himself out quickly, but his body became stiff in place.
The next moment—
Like a ghost, the man with the bronze grimace mask had already returned to his previous place.
“The execution is completed!” Cold words smashed out of his mouth clearly.
Such words made everyone’s pupils suddenly shrink.
“Was the execution completed?”
“Could it be that…?”
Countless gazes instantly fell on Su Long, Swimming Dragon Sword.
“Haha, what did you say? The execution is completed? You have not hurt me at all…” Su Long looked at himself, all over his body. And with no strange feeling, he laughed, but the laughter did not last long, it suddenly solidified on his face.
“Plop!”
A red flame came out of Su Long’s throat without any warning.
Then more flame filaments, like horrible red locusts, scrambled to get out of his skin.
This flame crack outlined frightening spider-web-like patterns. Almost in the blink of an eye, the Swimming Dragon Sword seemed to be like a river bed that dried up instantly. It cracked and finally turned into dry pieces that fell on the ground, but in the falling process, the ever-appearing red flames were burned into gray ashes…
It was even too late for struggling and screaming. The famous Swimming Dragon Sword Su Long, the third chief of Blood Dragon Village became a pile of ash.
“This…”
Everyone was stunned by this horrible scene.
“Setting out with One Saber!”
“It was really Setting out with One Saber!”
Just one saber had made the Swimming Dragon Sword set out on the journey to death!
Many people didn’t see clearly how in the end the man with the bronze grimace mask chopped down. Obviously Su Long, the Swimming Dragon Sword blocked the saber, but why did this happen? And the red flame was really frightening!
“Third Younger Brother!” Feng Xueyi and Han Yu were all shocked, but they did not even have a chance to save Su Long.
“You are dead. You dare to commit murder in front of so many people in the Jianghu world!” Han Yu, the Ghost Counselor, shouted coldly with a twist of the eyes. “You are purposely making a mystery of simple things that are not fit to be seen or revealed, you must be a demon incarnation. Today, all people present are qualified to kill you!”
He was inflaming and agitating the people again.
“Sentencing with Scorching Hot Sabre!”
The man with the bronze grimace mask turned his eyes to Han Yu. His chilly, calm, red eyes contained a hint of undisguised contempt and disdain. Without any intention to argue, his voice was still full of killing expression like shining spears and armored horses in war. “Now I hereby sentence: the second village chief, who abetted his enemies, killed countless people, was insidious and despicable and framed his compatriots, to death. Setting out with One Saber.”
Again!
Su Long was chopped into gray ashes with one saber, so this time; no one dared to regard the execution of this man with the bronze grimace mask sentence as an ear-to-ear wind.
Even Han Yu also felt shocked. With Qi surging in his whole body, his robe bulging up without any wind, and a feather fan in his hand, he was prepared to meet the challenge as though he was confronted by a formidable enemy.
This Ghost Counselor was cunning by nature, so he did not select a hard frontal confrontation like Su Long. He retreated four or five steps and stood next to Feng Xueyi, constituting a corner to each other. His lackeys rushed forward from behind and encircled them.
At this moment, the man with the bronze grimace mask moved again.
Almost in a flash, like a cloud of smoke, he came near them instantaneously.
“Such a fast body movement!”
Everyone was amazed at the same time.
“Kill!”
Once again, he struck the saber out; the reddish flames diffusing over the dragon-patterned bloody saber suddenly broke out. A three- or four-meter-long flame saber shadow was chopping down in the air.
“Boom!”
The flame saber shadow cut into the crowd. Several black knights were cut into two pieces with the bodies and the swords. The ground was shaking and the saber shadow was cracking. Countless palm-sized fireballs that were indescribably scorching-hot exploded in the crowd of Blood Dragon Village. Black knights at the front were caught off guard and burned instantly so that they howled bitterly. The originally orderly formation became chaotic instantly.
The figure of the man with the bronze grimace mask turned into a shadow and cut into the crowd.
Just in the blink of an eye, Han Yu only felt indescribable heat blowing.
“Let’s see how you kill me, hahaha!” Han Yu suddenly burst into laughter, and he flapped the feather fan in his hand. On the ground within two meters around him, suddenly a green light rose up. When it was looked at carefully, there was a green inscription pattern engraved unexpectedly. The pattern was divided into two rows, each row with three small patterns as big as a dou, a unit of dry measure for grain.
The dim light was blooming along the inscription’s texture.
“Inscriptions – Bloodthirsty Green Vine Strangulation!” Han Yu shouted, urging the green inscriptions to stir up beside him crazily.
In the void, the green dim light turned into green bloodthirsty vines with sharp hangnails and they spread out of the inscription patterns crazily like living things to conduct the strangulation in the human shadows on all sides. Such vines could not tell friend from foe, they failed to entangle the man with the bronze grimace mask, but entangled several black knights around him.
The vines as sharp as sabers powerfully pierced through the hide armor as well as those black knights’ bodies. They swallowed their flesh and blood, leaving only the armor and human skin.
The vines grew wildly, trapping the man with the bronze grimace mask in the center to tie him up.
Seeing that this mysterious master was about to be trapped, Han Yu and Feng Xueyi had a hint of a smirk on their faces.
The people around also screamed involuntarily.
People had heard for a long time that Han Yu, the Ghost Counselor, was an inscriptionist, but few people had seen him making moves. Today, he was seen to be really extraordinary. The terrible green inscription tactical formation was really sensational. It was the first time for many people on the scene to watch the inscriptionist’s skills. They were really horrible and made people feel cold.
An inscriptionist who inspired the inscription tactical formation was simply a nightmare for warriors.
With the help of the strength from the tactical formation stirring up the Heavens and Earth, an inscriptionist with full preparation could not only instakill a warrior at the same rank, but also carry out challenges through bypassing ranks.