Chapter 56 [Obtained Fate: Martial Fanatic (Fantasy Ghost)] [3700 words]Gululu... Gululu... Strings of white bubbles hung on the branches of the aquatic red Polygonum. The scattered jellyfish elite minerals in the cracks of the rocks emitted little starlight. Toothed bighead carps of different sizes swam freely in the water. suddenly. Two sudden figures broke the tranquility under the water. ding ding ding ~~ A man in a straw raincoat flew backwards in front, and a man in black followed closely behind. The two black knives collided countless times in the water, splashing sparks of fire. Song Lin's fish-butchering knife was made by a thousand-year-old jellyfish elite and was made by an anonymous craftsman, so its sharpness is hidden. Feng Ting's black knife was also made by a famous craftsman. It was made of black gold from the black reefs a thousand meters below the Black Ocean and was indestructible. If we talk about who is better, one has better materials, and the other one is carefully cast by a famous craftsman for months, it is really hard to tell who is better. But the one with the knife.
But it can determine the outcome of this battle. Winner, live. Loser, dies. So at the beginning Song Lin tried his best, vowing to kill Feng Ting with one blow and not give him the chance to display the exquisite inheritance of the Ba Dao Sect. But it's a pity. He didn't succeed. If Ghost Hand Knife Feng Ting died so easily, how could he have achieved his current fame? Huhu—— The flashes of swords were like ghosts, whistling towards him, which put great pressure on Song Lin. The ghostly whistles of the swords cutting through the river water made him upset and unable to concentrate. Since practicing. He had never faced an opponent like this. Not only was his cultivation far superior to his own, his sword skills, body movements, fists and feet, and even all kinds of experience in facing enemies were far superior to his. Compared to the hopeless Chen Guzhou, Feng Ting gave him the feeling of being crushed in all aspects. Feng Ting is certainly far inferior to Chen Guzhou. But it was precisely this kind of opponent that gave him a clearer feeling. retreat! Endless retreat! Song Lin knew that he was no match for Feng Ting at this moment. So he had no choice but to retreat. Knife after knife. One flew backwards in the water, while the other chased wildly in the water.
If it weren't for the touch of spiritual breath and the fish-like instincts brought by the Red Chi fate, Song Lin would probably have been lying down at this moment, becoming a cold corpse under the water. "Ha ha ha ha" Feng Ting let out a dull laugh underwater. Even though he was in the water, he couldn't help but laugh. This is the kind of opponent! That’s it, only when he kills the other person can he experience that wonderful sense of accomplishment! One knife after another. The black knife was like a ghost, invisible and formless, almost blending into the dim light under the water. Many people don't know this. Feng Ting's strongest state is in this dark and dim environment. Because most of the people who knew are already dead. If it weren't for the dark light of the jellyfish elite. Song Lin is probably dead by now. And another reason… He’s making progress. Like Song Lin, Feng Ting could also clearly feel that every blow from his opponent was forcing out his potential, and with every blow he swung, he was making rapid progress. This man in straw raincoat is learning about himself, making up for his lack of experience in facing the enemy. He has indeed improved very quickly, which is quite unexpected. but. He's still going to die. Feng Ting is very confident about this. Because... he only used less than half of his ten percent strength. The opponent was already unable to resist. The difference in cultivation and the imbalance in power made this battle gradually become boring. And the only outcome for an opponent who can no longer provide him with freshness is - death. boom! The knife flashes. A ghostly figure suddenly rose up with a roar, and the whole world seemed to become dark and deep, and the mind seemed to sink into the endless netherworld in an instant. A black knife moved silently, like a third hand hidden behind the ghostly figure. Suddenly he grabbed Song Lin's neck. Ghost Hand Knife, Fengting. The blade is as bright as an arm, and there are many ghostly shadows. This is his swordsmanship! Bang bang bang~~ Song Lin seemed to hear bursts of thunder coming from Feng Ting's body. Nine times in a row.
Ten thunderous sounds temper the golden bones, and each sound represents a new level of heaven. Feng Ting's cultivation had already reached perfection in the Leiyin realm, and he was only one step away from surpassing the ultimate realm! Such cultivation, such swordsmanship. Such an opponent... is really despairing. boom! A heart hidden within the heart suddenly bursts out with endless potential. Just listen to a bang. Song Lin's blood and energy were vibrating throughout his body, and fine threads of blood were oozing from his five senses, seven orifices, pores, bones, and muscles. His entire body was swelling, as if he could not bear the huge amount of blood and energy and was about to explode and die. "Roar--" The terrifying blood and energy suddenly turned into a dragon, flying in the air to meet the oncoming ghost. There was a loud "clang" under the bighead carp's nest, and circles of water waves shook. The mud and gravel on the bottom of the water splashed with the undercurrent, making the surroundings turbid. At the same time, it obscured the figures of both people. Feng Ting put away his sword and stood. He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the surrounding air. At the same time, I was secretly surprised. Is that man in straw raincoat really a Qi and Blood Realm cultivator? The Qi and Blood that suddenly burst out just now was a little too strong. "Ok?" Feng Ting was suddenly stunned. Disappeared. The expected raid did not occur. The torch-like aura in the darkness suddenly disappeared from the perception! "Ran?" Feng Ting lowered his head and smiled foolishly. run? As a 'water ghost' who grew up in the Black Ocean, no one can escape his pursuit as long as they are in the water! dong dong dong~~~ In a crevice under the water. Song Lin leaned against the stone wall, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and the beating of his heart could be clearly heard like a drum. The baby-headed dragon's heart exploded. He had already used 120% of his strength, but was still no match for Feng Ting's Leiyin realm's overwhelming force that could split mountains and cut off peaks. It's not that he didn't want to take advantage of the turbidity of the water to launch a sneak attack with the touch of spiritual energy, but his body was completely exhausted after that knife attack, and his muscles and bones were repelled by the powerful force, causing serious internal injuries. even.
As the infant-headed dragon's heart exploded without limit, he could no longer control his energy and blood, and was about to break through the Leiyin realm. "Breakthrough? Now? But..." The thought just came to mind. Da~~ Clear footsteps were heard on the rocks at the bottom of the water, and Feng Ting had already chased into the crevice. escape! A figure rushed out from the corner, swung a knife and then ran deep into the crevice. "Hehehe~~" Feng Ting laughed foolishly and continued to chase after him. After a while. He stopped suddenly. In front. The man in the straw raincoat was standing there strangely, with his back to him and not moving. "What is he doing?" Feng Ting couldn't help but feel alert. He glanced around and then laughed, "So, you ran into a dead end!" This is a narrow crevice in the rocks, and the space becomes smaller as you go deeper. In the end, except for an open space about ten meters wide, the road ahead became a dead end, and even the crevice in the rocks above the head was closed. Very strange terrain. At this moment, Song Lin's eyes were even stranger. He looked at the hole in the middle of the clearing, which looked like a spring, with a strange look on his face. "Humph, you're at a dead end, and you're still playing tricks!" Seeing that the man in the straw raincoat always had his back to him, Feng Ting became angry and killed him with his sword. hum- The man in the straw raincoat seemed to wake up from a dream. He moved sideways and it seemed as if he had eyes on his back. Click~~ A bamboo hat broke into several pieces and floated in the water. Then, a handsome and fair face hidden under a bamboo hat came into Feng Ting's sight. However, at this moment, a long and narrow bloodstain stretched from the brow bone to the ear on the fair face, destroying the handsomeness. "Ha~~" Feng Ting sneered. Facing his Ghost Hand Knife, Feng Ting actually dared to be dazed. This is the result. But the man in the straw raincoat had a calm look and was not angry. He just stepped back. But there was a dead end behind him, where could he retreat to?
Feng Ting sneered even more, stepped forward, and his knife turned into many ghost shadows. and many more! Feng Ting suddenly saw a hint of triumphant smile on the blood-stained cheek of the man in the straw raincoat. not good! Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he was about to turn around and retreat. Swah—— A stream of cold white air suddenly erupted from under his feet, instantly piercing through his soles. Feng Ting groaned in pain, his entire foot was frozen into ice. The extreme cold quickly spread throughout his body, as if even his blood was freezing. Swish—swish—swish— Endless white gas was like a volcanic eruption, washing the surrounding river water into a vacuum, and also enveloped the figures of Song Lin and Feng Ting. that moment. Feng Ting's heart was filled with despair. Then, looking at Song Lin who was also shrouded in white mist, he suddenly laughed again. From a victor who suddenly fell into a desperate situation of life and death, he could still laugh? even. He laughed heartily and morbidly, like a crazy and evil ghost. Death, so what? It would be nice to have an interesting rival to accompany him... Puff~~ Several white gas hit Song Lin, and Feng Ting's eyes turned into shock. Wait until the white mist dissipates. The man in the straw raincoat was seen holding an egg-shell-like white object in his hand, unfolding it in front of him to block all the incoming white air. Then, using the force of the impact, his body flew back in the water. "you……" While Feng Ting was in a daze, blood holes appeared on his body "puff puff". Endless frost spread all over his body, and he was frozen into a white cocoon by the cold white air. the other side. Song Lin landed at the bottom of the river, his back pressed against the stone wall, blocking the random eruption of white gas one by one. Then he looked up at Feng Ting, a smile on his face. There is a reverse spring at the bottom of the river, which will erupt as long as any life approaches. He didn't know why a second reverse spring appeared here, but he knew that Feng Ting definitely didn't know the characteristics of the reverse spring. "No!" Seeing the smile on Song Lin's face, Feng Ting suddenly felt a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart. How could this be? How could I...let him die here alone and become a lonely ghost at the bottom of the river? In his life... he is most afraid of the dark! Absolutely! No! Rumble~~~ Feng Ting suddenly straightened his back and spine, as if he had turned into a pillar supporting the sky, and ten explosive sounds were heard in succession.
Ten thunderous sounds. He was seriously injured, but he still managed to break through in the battle? "Kill you!" "Kill you...ah!" Feng Ting's face was ferocious, his eyes were bloodthirsty, and he rushed straight towards Song Lin. Countless cold white air pierced through his body, but he seemed not to feel it! The black knife slashed out, and the ghosts stretched out countless black ghost hands. He actually wanted to drag Song Lin with him - to die together! Looking at the countless ghost hands and knife lights attacking. Song Lin's eyes were calm. Do you want to break through to the Leiyin realm before the battle? No. He has another trump card. He held the fish-butchering knife horizontally in front of his chest and slowly sliced through the river water in front of him. call-- There was a sound like the flapping of wings. Clouds, blue sky, flying birds... In an instant, Fengting seemed to have moved from the bottom of the river a hundred meters above the sky, transforming into a soaring bird, free, easy, and unrestrained, with bright light all around. He likes this environment. He prefers this kind of world to the dark dungeon he lived in since childhood. A flash of gray knife light flashed before my eyes. The whole world suddenly lost its color. Falling... falling... endless falling... Feng Ting couldn't help but feel a little panic rising in his heart. dark! No - I don't want to go back to that dark place! "Pfft~~" Suddenly, there was light before my eyes. It's a fish-butchering knife. Feng Ting subconsciously covered his neck which was in great pain, his eyes were filled with astonishment. The black knife in his hand passed by Song Lin's head and slashed deeply into the stone wall behind him. Wow~~ Countless pieces of rubble rolled down, almost submerging the two people. then. The entire underwater world fell into silence. Song Lin lowered his head slowly.
He glanced at the black knife on his shoulder and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. The power of this sword is probably more than ten thousand pounds. If Feng Ting's blade had been a little more off... a little faster... just a little bit, he would have gone to meet the King of Hell! fortunately. He was a little short after all. Otherwise, Song Lin would have no choice but to break through the Leiyin realm. "Sword intent..." Feng Ting stood there in shock. Knife intention. It was actually the knife intention again. How come... a person at the Qi and Blood realm can comprehend two kinds of sword intent? His body fell backwards, his eyes began to blur, and one last thought flashed through his mind: 'My proud ghost sword seems to be nothing in front of him...' Boom~~ His body fell down as heavy as a mountain, stirring up mud and sand on the bottom of the water. Ghost Hand Knife, Fengting. died. Died at the hands of a person in the Qi and Blood realm. He died in the darkness that he feared the most in his life, yet was also the one he was most accustomed to... at the bottom of the river. Suddenly. An extremely dense white light rose from the top of Feng Ting's head and went straight into Song Lin's forehead. In a trance. He seemed to see a ray of extremely mellow bright yellow in the dazzling white light. [Obtained fate: Wu Chi (idiot ghost)] "Ok?" Song Lin was stunned for a moment. A person like Ghost Hand Sword Feng Ting actually has a blazing white fate? No, there is a ray of mellow yellow light in that blazing white. His fate... is not right! "Martial arts idiot? Idiot ghost?" The mind sank into the brain. Song Lin couldn't help but widen his eyes and almost screamed out. He had never seen such a fate! - PS: This chapter has 3700 words, full of sincerity, plus one chapter updated today it has 6700 words.
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