Chapter 208 The situation is reversed The hall was filled with black fog, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. "Pretend to be a ghost!" Xie Qing took a deep breath, and the aura around him began to surge, and his green shirt rustled in the wind. "Rapid fire and flowing clouds, appear!" Xie Qing shouted in a low voice, and his voice contained a power that should not be underestimated. "Boom!" The blade of the sword shone brightly. He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and the blade drew a graceful arc in the air, and was then engulfed by a layer of hot flames. This flame was not an ordinary fire, but a true fire condensed from Xie Qing's inner strength. It was red with purple in it, lingering over the blade like flowing clouds, emitting a heart-pounding high temperature. In this area swallowed by darkness, the flames burning on the blade illuminated the chaos around it. Xie Qing's pupils shrank slightly. In this moment of darkness, Jiang He and the girl had disappeared. "I underestimated you!" The white-haired man was surprised. He obviously didn't expect Xie Qing to have such a trick.
“Blazing Flame Slash!” Following Xie Qing's angry shout, the long sword was swung out suddenly. A flaming blade light cut through the night sky and headed straight for the white-haired man with destructive force. "Shadow Burst!" The white-haired man growled and punched out with both fists. The black fist wind instantly expanded and turned into a powerful shock wave, which collided violently with Xie Qing's flaming sword in the air. The moment the two intersected, fire and shadow intertwined, and a deafening roar broke out, as if the heaven and earth changed color at this moment. With a loud bang, the white-haired man was knocked back by the force. His body was like a kite with a broken string, breaking through the wall and tumbling violently to the outside. Xie Qing rushed out from the broken wall, looked around, and was shocked. Surrounded by dense jungle and steep cliffs, the moonlight barely penetrated the treetops, casting mottled light and shadows. Looking over, it turned out to be a temple built in the valley. This ancient temple is built on the mountain and blends in with the surrounding mountains. The walls of the temple are made of bluestone, and the years have left mottled marks on them, revealing a simple and solemn atmosphere. The roof of the temple is covered with golden glazed tiles, which sparkle brightly under the moonlight, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding simple temples. However, surprisingly, this temple, which was supposed to be away from the hustle and bustle and dedicated to worshipping gods, was transformed by this person into a luxurious palace. "Who are you?" Xie Qing pointed with his long sword and asked again. "Boy, you're pretty good!" The white-haired man grinned and slowly stood up, with black air surrounding him. "Come on, let me play with you and see how strong you are!" The white-haired man growled, and his body was as fast as lightning, and he pounced on Xie Qing in an instant. Xie Qing shouted loudly and swung his sword. His moves were swift and continuous, and each swing of the sword was accompanied by the leap of flames, as if igniting the air, leaving behind a series of fiery tracks. Like a spirit in the flame, it shuttled through the darkness, making people dazzled. However, facing this ferocious attack, the white-haired man seemed to be at ease. Every punch he threw was accompanied by a rich dark energy, like the claws of a demon in the abyss, capable of devouring all light and vitality. As time went by, Xie Qing gradually felt the pressure. Although his Swift Fire Blade was extremely powerful, it gradually showed signs of fatigue in the continuous confrontation. His breathing began to rapid, and sweat on his forehead kept dripping down, mixing with the dust on his face, making him look a little disheveled. "We can't continue to fight this! We must end this quickly!" Xie Qing thought to himself. The corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile, and he took a slight step, approaching like a ghost in an instant, swinging the long sword in his hand, and the firelight and the sword shadow intertwined, as if a fire dragon soared into the sky, rushing towards the white-haired man with a destructive momentum. The air was filled with a burning smell, and even the surrounding sand and stones were crackling in the heat wave.
"Swift Fire and Flowing Clouds, the fourth level!" Xie Qing shouted in a low voice. Although his voice was light, it contained unquestionable power. As his voice fell, the fire dragon suddenly burst out with dazzling light, directly enveloping the white-haired man. The white-haired man's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly used his strength to try to block this terrifying attack. However, how could he easily resist the power of the fourth level of Swift Fire and Flowing Cloud? In the flames, the figure of the white-haired man gradually blurred, his clothes were burned to pieces by the flames, revealing his skin that was roasted red by the high temperature, and a burning smell filled the air. His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief. "Cough... cough cough..." The white-haired man finally couldn't hold on any longer. He fell to his knees, coughing violently, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He looked up at Xie Qing, with surprise and approval in his eyes. "Hehe, what a Jihuo Liuyun, what a Xie Qing, much stronger than that loser Jiang He... You may be more suitable for my power than him!" "I admire you very much. If you join us and believe in God, you can gain eternal life!" "Believe in the Lord God? Who are you?" This was too weird, and Xie Qing became alert. "I said, I am the Night Walker, the messenger of God!" The white-haired man stood at the edge of the ruins, his breathing gradually becoming heavy and rapid, as if an irresistible force was awakening in his body. As a low, ancient spell flowed from his slightly parted lips, his body began to undergo earth-shaking changes. Under the skin, the blood vessels seemed to be boiling, and the blue veins were faintly visible under the pale skin, like a river illuminated by the moonlight. His bones made a slight crackling sound, and his muscles expanded wildly under his clothes, showing a sense of extraordinary strength. The most striking thing was that the corners of his mouth slowly opened, revealing two sharp fangs. They flashed coldly under the moonlight, revealing a wildness and danger that could not be ignored. When this power reached its peak, an extremely thick black mist surged out of his body, completely enveloping him. In the black mist, there were bursts of low roars and screams, as if countless demons were cheering for his transformation. As the black fog gradually dissipated, a brand new figure appeared in front of everyone - the white-haired man turned into a handsome young man. He had black hair and eyes like deep pools, emitting extreme charm. The two fangs hanging from the corners of his mouth added a bit of coldness and dominance. His aura was far more powerful than before, as if it could devour all obstacles that stood in his way. "How did you become like this?" Xie Qing witnessed the white-haired man's thrilling transformation with his own eyes, and was filled with shock. He tried to find a familiar light in the other's eyes, but he only saw indifference and determination. Xie Qing's voice trembled slightly. He remembered what he had read in an ancient book, and those pictures suddenly emerged in his mind one by one. "You, you are a demon?" Demons, are there really demons in this world? Xie Qing felt his scalp tingling. The man did not answer, but just smiled coldly, and that smile seemed to be full of endless ridicule towards Xie Qing. (End of this chapter)