Chapter 47 Chapter 47 “If I can’t save her, it’s probably worse than death…
Chen Qian rushed towards the direction of Yao Ning, which was detected by the tracing mirror.
A long flute carrying the force of wind and thunder appeared in front of him. He paused and took a few quick steps back.
The flute fell into a fair hand. The fingers of that hand were slender and strong, with a light pink hue at the joints, and a color as translucent and luminous as jade. For a man, this hand was really too delicate.
Du Wuzhu Changxiao walked across in front of him, his face even more beautiful than before.
The body he had in the human world was like a sword case that concealed his sharp edge. Now that he had changed into his true form, his appearance was so radiant that no one dared to look at him directly.
At the critical moment of the battle between masters, Chen Qian was distracted for a moment, thinking of the intimate scene between Du Wuzhu and Yao Ning in Zhongze Xizhou Pavilion.
Thinking back to that night under the candlelight, Yao Ning said calmly, "You are too old."
Yao Ning dislikes him because he is old.
However, his face looks like that of a young boy of 28.
This thought flashed through Chen Qian's mind, and he couldn't help but use more force when he attacked. Ting Ni split the river water and poured it back to both sides.
A flash of surprise crossed Du Wuzhu's face, and he quickly raised his flute to meet Chen Qian's blow. With the might of a mountain pressing down on him, he was forced back to the ground by Chen Qian.
Du Wuzhu barely withstood Chen Qian's deadly attack, without showing it on his face, but quietly sent a message to him.
"The Ice Flame Mirror has been deployed. If you want to save Yao Ning, do as I say."
Chen Qian paused, frowned, and coldly spat out two words: "Get out."
Du Wuzhu was thrown back dozens of feet, and in the blink of an eye he came closer again: "Your Majesty, please guard this place yourself. This is the Demon Realm. You can't save so many people by yourself."
Chen Qian arrived at the riverside in a flash.
Above the center of the river, a black light shot up into the sky, shrouding several familiar figures.
Chen Qian's figure appeared like lightning in the blink of an eye, and the lightning pierced the black fog. The lightning moved, but the fog closed up again in an instant.
Du Wuzhu's offensive followed closely, and the two men attacked fiercely and ferociously, each move was intended to kill.
"They are in the Ice Mirror, where they can see the most horrifying images in people's hearts."
"If they are too deeply affected by the Ice Mirror and cannot wake up, these people will die."
Chen Qian remained indifferent, Ting Ni pointed directly at Du Wuzhu's eyebrows.
Du Wuzhu's cheek was cut by the sword energy, and warm blood flowed down. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in front of him who was domineering and fierce in every move.
"You think the Ice Flame Mirror can't trap the soul, right?"
Tingni's sword shifted and brushed past Du Wuzhu's hair.
Shen Qian looked at him with his hands behind his back, his sword-like brows suppressing the gloom in his eyes.
Du Wuzhu wiped a little blood with his index finger and hissed. Seeing Chen Qian stop, his beautiful face became calm.
He said slowly, "What Yao Ning saw is related to you."
A barrier disappeared in an instant, encircling the two of them. To others, it would have seemed that it was just the sunlight that dazzled their eyes, but Shen Qian's pupils suddenly shrank.
Du Wuzhu showed him a clip of the scene that Yao Ning saw.
For the first time, the White-Robed Immortal King looked Du Wuzhu straight in the eye.
If the snake landed here, it would be able to smell the same scent on him as Yao Ning.
Shejiang therefore suspected that Yao Ning was the man behind everything.
Something disguised as demonic energy.
The instigator of disturbing peace on earth.
Chen Qian looked at Du Wuzhu with murderous intent.
Du Wuzhu seemed to be able to see through his thoughts: "Killing me will do no good, she will see it."
"Your Majesty is personally guarding the Ice Flame Mirror. I can't close it."
Chen Qian held the Thunder Sword, and there was a rumbling sound above the nine heavens. A strong wind blew, ripping his clothes.
Du Wuzhu continued to transmit: "The Ice Flame Mirror's body is with me. Attack it. Even if there is a crack, everything can still turn around."
The loud rumbling sound disappeared, the strong wind stopped, and Thunder shot out, and the two fought again.
In a moment, Du Wuzhu was defeated and was pierced through the abdomen by Chen Qian's sword.
At the same time, in the Demon Lord's Palace, Jiang Can and Bai Su were both stunned. They saw a crack appear on the Ice Flame Mirror.
Chen Qian retracted his sword and looked at Du Wuzhu who was lying beside him. He seemed to have no desire to kill his defeated opponent. He just seemed to have discovered something and reached into Du Wuzhu's arms.
In the Demon Lord's Palace, Bai Su's smile was playful yet cold: "Du Wuzhu is so useless, yet you actually tolerated him being the leader of Taohua An for hundreds of years."
The eyes beneath the mask of the dead silkworm were calm, but he leaned forward slightly and looked at the man lying on the ground in the empty image.
Chen Qian stroked the Ice Flame Mirror and sent a voice message to Du Wuzhu: "Is this all right?"
Du Wuzhu seemed to be seriously injured, and his voice was weak: "Something went wrong, and the Ice Mirror was damaged. Now they can only see the fear in the hearts of others."
Chen Qian exhaled slowly.
His eyes became weak and he stared blankly at the mirror, but it seemed as if he saw nothing.
Suddenly he groaned.
The intense pain brought him back to his senses. There was a flute on Chen Qian's back, half of it embedded in his body.
Blood gushed out, the spiritual flow became disordered, and Du Wuzhu leaned close to his ear.
"I just want to save her, and you are not one of them."
The red light was so bright that it seemed as if a soft red tent was set up between heaven and earth. The immortal in white closed his eyes and fell to the ground, falling into a deep sleep helplessly.
When the Flame Mirror opens, he will see the most intense desire in his life.
Du Wuzhu struggled to get up and looked at the defenseless man at her feet, with a cold and sarcastic look on her beautiful face.
"If you can't break free from the Yanjian illusion, I won't kill you myself."
"If I can't save her, it must be a hundred times more painful than death."
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