Chapter 292: The Scenery Here Is Beautiful, Can It Be Your Grave? (2)
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However, the Seven Evil Mask fragment that had fused into her body magnified her emotions rapidly. Killing intent instantly filled her heart.
A faint black aura surged out of her body and quickly filled it.
“What? You want to fight me?” Murong Qi said disdainfully.
“Murong Qi! Even a clay figurine has some temper. Do you really want to be so ruthless?!” Ji Qingshuang suppressed the killing intent in her heart.
“You talk so much nonsense. If you don’t want to die, get lost!” Murong Qi’s expression turned sharp.
The atmosphere in the field instantly dropped to the freezing point. Seeing this, the Sword Slave took off the black sword case on his back.
“Die! Ji Qingshuang was furious.
A crystal mask that was half black and half red appeared out of thin air and flew to her face before tightly fitting it.
Black gas lingered around Ji Qingshuang, bringing with it circles of distorted airflow. When the setting sun shone on him, it was as if the light was swallowed.
Immediately after, Binding Force continued to condense under her control, completely enveloping her palms and arms.
The red light that contained the power of the divine weapon gathered in front of her palm and finally turned into a blade-like shape.
The power of the divine weapon distorted the air, producing high-frequency vibrations. Her arms seemed to be covered by two serrated blades.
Ji Qingshuang jumped up and crossed his hands. The power of the divine weapon slashed down from the sky.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The huge golden sword in the black sword box let out a buzzing sound.
Murong Qi raised his right hand and formed a sword finger. The huge golden sword suddenly flew out, and the platinum sword qi rose from the bottom to meet it.
The sword qi cut through the serrated blade formed by the power of the divine weapon. However, the broken blade did not disappear. Instead, it shot out and pierced at Murong Qi’s heart.
Swoosh!
Murong Qi used his huge golden sword to block one of the broken blades.
Then, he dodged to the side to avoid the other broken blade.
“Boom!”
The big rock behind him was hit by the broken blade. Amidst a violent explosion, the big rock exploded, and gravel flew in all directions.
Ji Qingshuang had just landed on the ground when the serrated blades on her arms returned to normal. She did not give Murong Qi any time to react. Her arms were like wheels as she launched a violent attack like a storm.
Wherever she passed, the surroundings were in a mess.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Murong Qi held the huge golden sword and kept blocking.
For a moment, it seemed like Ji Qingshuang was suppressing him.
“What’s wrong? Where did your arrogance go?!”
The Seven Evil Mask on Ji Qingshuang’s face quickly transformed from a half-red and half-black color to a demonic red. Her strength also increased, and the serrated blade formed by the power of the divine weapon suddenly expanded.
She closed her arms and the two serrated blades combined into one before slashing down.
Boom!
“White Tiger Killing Sword—Sword Six!” The huge golden sword in Murong Qi’s hand instantly flickered with a platinum light, releasing a peerlessly domineering sword qi that accurately landed at the weak spot of the sawtooth blade.
With a crack, the serrated blade broke, and a huge force entered Ji Qingshuang’s body.
She was sent flying by this huge force. Her body flew out like an arrow and smashed heavily into the river.
A large amount of river water was blasted flying, and then it fell like rain.
Murong Qi walked towards the river with his huge sword.
Ji Qingshuang’s body floated to the surface. Her clothes were torn, and her originally fair skin was covered in fine cracks. Blood flowed out.
Under the enhancement of the divine weapon, Binding Force quickly healed her injuries.
However, the remaining sword qi kept destroying her body. For a moment, it was a stalemate, so she looked extremely miserable
“Damn it!” The Seven Evil Mask fragment on Ji Qingshuang’s face flickered with red light. The spirit of the divine weapon kept urging her to fight Murong Qi to the death, amplifying the killing intent in her heart.
If she used the power of her bloodline to activate the Seven Evil Mask
Fragment, she might be able to defeat Murong Qi, but the price she had to pay was too great.
“You relied on the power of a divine weapon to forcefully increase your cultivation level, but you don’t have the corresponding strength. Do people like you have the right to negotiate with me?”
Murong Qi slowly walked towards Ji Qingshuang.
Seeing that Ji Qingshuang was at a disadvantage, Ji Yun, who had followed her, was about to attack. The fiendish qi around her condensed and she struck Murong Qi’s back with all her might.
Bang!
The Sword Slave attacked and stopped Ji Yun.
Ji Yun was sent flying to the riverside by the recoil. Her expression was incomparably solemn. She did not expect the Sword Slave beside Murong Qi to be a Second Fiend Martial Saint. His strength was even above hers.
Before she could support Ji Qingshuang, she was firmly suppressed by the subsequent attacks of the Sword Slave.
“Now, no one can disturb us.” Murong Qi smiled coldly. Only a bloody battle between people of the same level could awaken the warlike blood in his body. Perhaps the battle with Ji Qingshuang could allow him to advance further.
“Murong Qi, we…” Ji Qingshuang said in a low voice and was about to give in, but Murong Qi’s huge sword was already approaching.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Earth-shattering bangs kept coming from the river. The river water kept exploding, and the sky was like rain as water droplets fell continuously.
Without risking his life, Ji Qingshuang was weaker than Murong Qi.
Moreover, Murong Qi was filled with fighting spirit at this moment, and Ji Qingshuang had the intention to retreat.
She was quickly completely suppressed by Murong Qi. The sharp sword qi of the White Tiger Killing Sword continuously broke through her Binding Force and consumed the power of the divine weapon in her body.
“I’ll fight you to the death!” Ji Qingshuang was furious. She took Murong Qi’s sword head-on and her body was cut in half. The serrated blade in her hand pierced Murong Qi’s arm.
“Hmph!” Murong Qi was forced back by the power of the divine weapon. He glanced at the wound on his arm and smiled in disdain. He activated the power of the spirit beast bloodline and the wound healed at a visible speed.
“What’s going on?!” Murong Qi was about to attack when his body suddenly trembled.
Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire. All kinds of complicated emotions surged into Murong Qi’s heart. He felt as if his mind was about to explode.
Swoosh!
The two arrows fell like meteors, and the rapid speed that exceeded the speed
of sound brought about a spiral wave of air.
“Buzz buzz buzz!” “Crackle crackle!” When the sharp sound of air being cut and the sound of thunder reached Murong Qi’s ears, the lightning and thunder arrows had already arrived in front of him.
“Not good!” Murong Qi’s hair stood on end. However, under the influence of the Seven Evil Mask, his reaction was much slower. He raised his huge sword to block the wind arrow, but he did not block the lightning arrow.
Dazzling electric arcs condensed into a ferocious platinum-colored flood dragon that instantly struck Murong Qi’s chest.
Boom!!
Violent lightning stirred up circles of airwaves and violent winds that continuously dissipated from the center of the explosion.
Murong Qi’s body was sent flying like a cannonball.
At this moment, his appearance had changed drastically. His black hair had turned snow-white, and his entire body was covered in white fur. There was a faint pattern of the word ‘King’ on his forehead and sharp fangs that were like daggers grew from the corners of his mouth.
“Roar!”
Murong Qi let out a tiger roar filled with pain. A fist-sized bloody hole appeared on his right chest. The surroundings were charred black, and the squirming flesh inside was constantly burned by the remaining electric arcs, preventing him from recovering.
“Who is it?!”
The situation in the field changed. On the cliff, hundreds of meters tall, stood a young man in white. His true qi turned into a bow and he carried an arrow pot at his waist.
“Han Zhao?!” Ji Qingshuang revealed a shocked expression. In the battle outside Linjiang Town, she already knew that Han Zhao’s strength was not simple, but she did not expect him to hide his strength.
Han Zhao jumped up and floated down like a willow catkin. He covered a distance of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye and landed steadily on the river.
“It’s actually you?!” Murong Qi’s expression was gloomy and his killing intent overflowed.
“The scenery here is beautiful. Let it be your burial ground. What do you think?” Han Zhao smiled..