When she transformed into a different species, the only advantage of being restrained was that she could still distinguish who was Xiao Ren.
The two beasts quickly engaged in a bloody heap, tumbling into each other. To an outsider, the fight seemed comical, like a Chihuahua challenging a Husky, a teacup dog telling an orange cat to get lost. However, for Feng Xue, who was repeatedly being tossed around like dog chews and a ball, the scene was a truly tragic one.
Xiao Ren had already raised his sword to meet the attack. Xie Chuncan, unconcerned with his wound, drew his bowstring. Feng Xue was once again slammed into the snow, one eye covered by the blood streaming from her forehead. Perhaps the blow had muddled even her instincts, but from the neck down, she still looked like a glutton, her head slowly transforming into a bruised human head, its thin neck and woman's head supported by its massive shoulders. The scene was truly bizarre, strange, and terrifying.
However, when it comes to thinking and measuring, the human brain is clearly better than the animal brain.
Feng Xue lay on the snow. The first thing she did after regaining consciousness was to yell at Luo Jiujiang, "Do what you should do! Even if I die, there will be blood!"
Who told Luo Jiujiang to stay in the sky at this time, in the center of Feng Xue's sight? Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the "Chaos" Snowfield, which Luo Jiujiang could only use once in his plan, was already aimed at the Taotie that had devoured countless of its own kind.
"That's exactly what I should do!" Luo Jiujiang declared. The chaotic snowfield unleashed its full force like a sharp cone, the snow dragon swirling at high speed, its blade-like icy spine already fused into a single plane under the illusion of speed. It crashed down onto the Taotie's belly like a firecracker, creating a vortex. The monstrous creature, itself a formless entity, kicked its limbs in vain before finally dispersing like smoke.
"It's not an illusion?" Luo Jiujiang twisted the blood-red powder that fell on him like dust, "It has a physical form."
It was hard to tell whether Luo Jiujiang said this to change the subject, because Feng Xue shot him two stern and disapproving glances.
"Some sacrifices are necessary." Feng Xue propped herself up and stood up. Her head was still human-shaped, but it was completely disproportionate to her body. This patchwork combination was enough to scare even the bravest child. "Do you feel it? There are more than one of these Taotie. You just made a quick decision. The three of you should be able to get out. Is it so hard to choose which is more cost-effective, one death or four deaths?"
Luo Jiujiang, quite unusually, didn't put on a reassuring smile when he spoke to Feng Xue. He had already sensed the approach of several equally formidable Taotie. Perhaps due to the oppressive environment, his gaze towards the sky was particularly stern at this moment. "It's not difficult. But compared to Sister Xue's misfortune, it's not difficult to choose."
"Sister Xue has transformed into a glutton. Brother Xie, Xiao Ren, you two should hurry up." Luo Jiujiang said without question, "As for me... who said I only know how to mess around in the snowfield?"
"you……"
"Like I said, I'm angry," Luo Jiujiang said expressionlessly. It was only then that the other three noticed that his arms had been silently gathering strength. When had this started? After the chaotic snowfield fell? Or in the interval between his two sentences?
Compared with the extreme appearance of the chaotic snowfield, the move that Luo Jiujiang is preparing now is not only silent, but also makes people feel that there is no murderous intent at all.
It is said that the best tea has a restrained fragrance, and the top-grade elixir has a magical aura that cannot be leaked. So, is the most powerful killing move like the one Luo Jiujiang is brewing now, which can firmly block the dangerous aura even when it is close at hand?
Po Feng Lu was learned from a sword manual, its essence in "breaking," and Luo Jiujiang used it to escape from adversity; Luan Xue Yuan was mastered in a blockade, its essence in "disrupting," and Luo Jiujiang used it to fight for a glimmer of hope. And this move was brewed in anger, formed in repression, and fermented to its extreme in the spirit of unyielding. Compared to Po Feng Lu and Luan Xue Yuan, which had been pointed at by human fingers, it was still as fresh as a newborn baby, but—
However, there is a "meaning" in this move.
"Intention" tempered by the cruel times.
When Luo Jiujiang finally raised the tip of his blade toward the sky, even the earth trembled and hummed in response. Luo Jiujiang's blade was as black as ink, yet above the ink held a speck of light.
All the strength is still concentrated on one point, but this point does not need the blessing of Huifeng Bagua Step, nor does it need the circling snow dragon to store it in the vertebral column. It just exists in a simple and unignorable way, rough, but impeccable.
The light was like lightning, like the sun, like a flame burning to the extreme white. Carrying Luo Jiujiang's full anger, it focused heavily on the boundary membrane of the death zone.
"One slash—tear the dome apart!"
At that moment, the entire death zone was silent, and then the next moment, there was a deafening crash, and countless fine cracks appeared on the sky like crystal. The black long sword that had accompanied Luo Jiujiang for a long time could no longer withstand the force of the confrontation between the two sides, and broke into countless sharp blades less than an inch long. They collapsed back under the huge rebound force, leaving a blood mark on Luo Jiujiang's face.
This blow nearly drained all of Luo Jiujiang's strength. He didn't even have the spiritual energy to deflect the broken knife that pierced his flesh. He simply tilted his head as the sharp blade slashed across his cheek. He fell from the sky almost headfirst, but a satisfied smile was on his face.
The smile was as sharp as a burning blade.
He had already pierced a hole the size of a bowl in the boundary membrane. At that moment, Luo Jiujiang felt the dark and cold turbulence of time outside the boundary membrane. It might take a while for them to rush in and tear the world apart, but who said they could only wait?
Luo Jiujiang landed on Feng Xue's back.
Xie Chuncan hurriedly smeared Taotie's blood on him, but Luo Jiujiang didn't seem to care at all. He held Taotie's broad, bloody back, pointed at the dark rift in the sky, and said firmly, "Sister Xue, devour it, tear it apart, destroy it, and let's get out."
"The Heavenly Dog only swallows the moon, but you are a glutton, so you should swallow the sky!"
Taotie raised his head and let out a long and joyful roar that he had not let out in the past five years.
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