A very interesting scene unfolded on the battlefield.
The sky was filled with poisonous fog of various colors for miles around, making it difficult to see anything.
A long, blood-red sword was chasing a sphere that emitted a dazzling white light; both were moving at extremely high speeds.
Ultimately, the speed of the crimson longsword was superior. No matter how the sphere twisted and turned, the distance between the two continued to close rapidly.
"Damn it, biting so hard, are you a dog?" a vicious voice rang out.
"That makes me a little sad," Li Xuanzu said playfully, but his hands didn't relax at all.
Playing around is one thing, but even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; Li Xuanzu never disregarded this principle.
The crimson longsword separated a thousand drops of essence blood. In the countries of Ba, Xian, and Yin, about a hundred drops were left at each, used to condense blood servants to collect blood. Three hundred drops were left in the Dragon Kingdom...
I have about 2,500 drops left.
The crimson zombie was chased by the blood-red longsword and could only run for its life, completely helpless.
Moreover, no matter how he attacked the blood-red longsword, it was to no avail. Even though the poison gas could reduce the oxygen content of the blood, the solidified blood essence, which was almost tangible, could not be weakened so easily.
The red-haired zombie was ultimately no match for Li Xuanzu, and was quickly slashed open at its core by the blood-red longsword, revealing an even brighter white light inside.
However, it lacked staying power and its strength was inconsistent.
"You bastard, you forced me to do this!" The red-haired zombie had originally wanted to run away, but now he had given up the idea.
Since we can't outrun each other anyway, we might as well take a gamble. The outcome is the same for both, but the latter still offers a glimmer of hope.
Thinking of this, after taking a blow from the blood-red longsword, the poisonous gas nearby quickly gathered towards the spirit core.
The damaged area of the spirit core seemed to possess endless suction, and the battlefield, which was originally less than ten meters in diameter, was instantly restored to normal, with a wide field of vision.
The red-haired zombie's body solidified again, its skin gleaming with the light reflected from the sun, somewhat dazzling.
The poisonous gas in his hand actually solidified into a jade-green longsword, exactly the same as Li Xuanzu's, except that it was not as crystal clear, but rather extremely dark, exuding an unsettling feeling.
"Interesting, you also know swordsmanship?" Upon seeing this, Li Xuanzu's old habit kicked in. He sheathed his blood-red longsword and watched the scene with great interest.
"Hmph, arrogant fool. I have studied opera movements since childhood and have also dabbled in martial arts. I have been on this path for at least fifteen years." The Red-Born Zombie said, lightly flicking the sword in his hand. The sword hummed as if in response to him.
"This sword strike of mine represents fifteen years of skill. I wonder if you can withstand it?"
The sword tip was pointed directly at Li Xuanzu, but no action was taken.
"Hahaha, good, good!" Li Xuanzu had an indifferent expression, but he still raised the blood-red longsword in his hand.
"I entered the Golden Core stage at the age of thirty and became a Nascent Soul at the age of fifty. Since then, my cultivation has been smooth and unobstructed."
"At the age of 2,300, he suddenly had the idea to practice swordsmanship. It has been nearly 8,000 years since then. Although he has been on the road with many ups and downs, he has seen countless swordsmanship masters. I have seen plenty of frogs like you in a well."
"Let me see your so-called fifteen years of skill." Li Xuanzu's words were the starting signal for battle.
Two figures, one red and one green, clashed. Although neither of their swords was made of iron, the two swords produced a resounding clang that echoed through the heavens and earth.
Even those protected by the blood shield experienced ear pain.
The battle was not as evenly matched as one might imagine, nor did it drag on for an eternity with no clear victor.
The blood-red figure quickly revealed its true form, while the emerald green figure slowly collapsed, its body gradually breaking apart and dissipating over time.
In just one exchange, the red-haired zombie was defeated, and he had no way to express his resentment to anyone.
"Hehe, do you want to know who was the one who offered you conditions and spared your life back then?" Li Xuanzu released his longsword, letting it float beside him, and looked at the barely breathing red zombie with a smile on his face.
"Heh...it's you...right?" the red-haired zombie managed to say.
In that one exchange, it realized the gap between itself and Li Xuanzu, and also knew that Li Xuanzu had not used his full strength at all and had deliberately held back, otherwise it would not have been able to speak.
"She...a fourth-tier psionicist...backed by...not many...and not weak..." The red-faced zombie gasped for breath after every few words, his spiritual core severely damaged by Li Xuanzu.
Moreover, he somehow managed to temporarily stop the energy from escaping from the spirit core.
But this will cause the Red-Born Zombie to suffer some undeserved misfortune.
The energy within its body was constantly resisting Li Xuanzu's power, making it difficult for it to even utter a few words.
"From the moment I saw you... I knew it was you!"
"Just so you know. I'm a strange person, to be honest. If you just stay out of trouble and don't stick your neck out, maybe no one can really do anything to you. After all, what I'm supposed to do is take down those who stick their necks out."
"It's a pity. You are the first fifth-tier zombie. Your psionic energy is quite useful, so the moment you saw me, your fate was sealed: death."
"However, good deeds bring good results. If I let you go, I'll lose a third-tier spirit core, but you'll get a fifth-tier one in return. It's a good deal, so you can die in peace."
As Li Xuanzu spoke, he had already taken out the spirit core from the corpse of the Red Life Zombie and placed it under the sun to examine it.
"You...heh...you really are...really strange."
"However... I still hate you..." The red-haired zombie seemed to be saying its last words, its voice growing softer and softer.
"You...don't have any exorcists?" As if in a final burst of energy, the red-haired zombie asked this question.
"Do you see any ghost servants or innate spirits on me?"
"And the one in your car..."
"They will follow me willingly."
The red-haired zombie was completely speechless and made no further move.
He died.
Li Xuanzu checked the composition of the poisonous gas in the air again, and only after confirming that it was clean did he order the blood servant who had been sitting in the off-road vehicle replenishing the blood shield to stop.
Leng An also finished recording, but a section was not captured clearly because the toxic gas obstructed the view.
All that was captured was the red light emanating from Li Xuanzu's blood-red longsword constantly chasing a white light, which was somewhat puzzling.
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