Self-damage
The wind, filled with the smell of blood, howled through the mountains and forests. The last pale green light left before Yingtang disappeared was still spreading over the ruins in the distance.
In Yunxiu's world, the only thing left was the figure in front of him.
Zhi Huan held the blood-stained sword, with blood still dripping from the tip, and divine power slowly flowed along the blade.
Yunxiu's hands, hanging by her sides, slowly clenched. The divine power within her body became abnormally agitated, surging madly through her blood vessels, causing her spirit veins to throb with pain. Even the white jade statue on her heart began to heat up. The remaining pale cyan power of Wu Yi intertwined with the pale green immortal power just transmitted by Ying Tang, forming a scorching torrent within her body that threatened to break through the constraints of her flesh.
Yunxiu slowly raised her head, her eyes clouded. A cold, white divine power surged from her body, tinging the air around her with a biting chill. The fallen leaves on the ground instantly froze into icy shards, trembling slightly with her movements.
Zhi Huan obviously didn't take her seriously. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Yan Xiu's sudden attack had also injured him, but his eyes were still full of smiles as he looked at Yun Xiu, as if he was looking at a prey that was about to pounce on him and die:
"Just you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yunxiu leaped out like an arrow from a bow. The divine power within her body poured out without reservation, and cold white light condensed along the tip of her Wuxin sword into a sharp blade of light. With the momentum of destroying heaven and earth, it rushed straight to Zhihuan's face.
This time, she didn't hesitate at all, didn't use any unnecessary sword moves, only the most direct and brutal attack - she wanted to tear the man in front of her into pieces.
Zhi Huan subconsciously raised his hand to gather divine power to form a barrier, but Yunxiu's attack was even more swift and powerful than he had imagined. The moment the light blade collided with the barrier, there was a crisp "crack," and the surface of the barrier was instantly covered with cracks. Divine power surged in like a tide, completely tearing the barrier apart.
Zhi Huan was shocked and took three steps back, with waves of numbing pain in his palms. Divine power gathered around him and formed countless light blades as thin as cow hair, shooting towards Yunxiu densely.
It was the same move again. However, Yunxiu seemed to be completely oblivious to the deadly blades of light. She didn't even turn sideways to avoid them. Instead, she poured all her divine power into the Wuxin Sword and continued to charge forward, facing the blades of light.
The blade of light grazed her robe, leaving deep wounds on her arms and shoulders, blood instantly staining her plain robe red. But she didn't even frown. Instead, using the inertia of her divine power, she pushed the blade forward another half inch, only a millimeter away from Zhi Huan's throat.
"You're crazy!"
Zhi Huan was frightened by her desperate fighting style and quickly stepped back. At the same time, a black vortex condensed in his palm, trying to use suction to block Yunxiu's attack.
But Yunxiu seemed to be completely insensitive to the pain in her body. She suddenly turned sideways, avoiding the suction of the black vortex, and at the same time slashed the light blade fiercely at Zhihuan's wrist. She remembered clearly that Wu Yi had cut off Zhihuan's hand in the past.
But this monster can grow back!
"It can still grow, right..."
This time she wasn't going to give him a chance to recover.
With a sharp, swishing sound, the blade of light struck Zhi Huan's wrist with pinpoint accuracy. Divine power instantly seeped into his flesh, severing his wrist bones and tendons. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto Yun Xiu's face, carrying a warm, fishy smell. But she paid no heed, the murderous intent in her eyes growing ever stronger.
Without any pause, the hand holding the light blade was raised again and chopped towards Zhihuan's other wrist.
Zhi Huan let out a shrill roar in pain. He didn't expect Yun Xiu to be so cruel, and he didn't expect her divine power to become so strong.
He subconsciously wanted to mobilize his divine power to repair his wound, but Yunxiu's light blade followed him like a leech. The cold white divine power drilled into his wound, suppressing the flow of divine power in his body, leaving him no chance to gather even a trace of repair power.
"You think you can kill me like this?"
Zhi Huan roared with gritted teeth. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked Yun Xiu in the chest, trying to force her back.
Yunxiu had no expression on his face. He dodged lightly and exerted more force on the hand holding the light blade. Taking advantage of the gap when Zhihuan raised his foot, he stabbed the light blade fiercely into his thigh.
With a "puff", the light blade pierced Zhihuan's thigh, and the divine power exploded in his body, shattering his leg bones.
Zhi Huan stumbled and fell to the ground, his black cloak soaked in blood, looking utterly miserable. He watched Yun Xiu approach him, a hint of fear finally showing in his eyes.
He could clearly feel that the divine power in Yunxiu's body was not only powerful, but also carried a strange kind of suppression.
Was it Wu Yi… or Ying Tang? He seemed to have experienced this kind of immobilization, this temporary suppression, somewhere before. Something was restraining his divine power, preventing him from even the most basic repairs.
Like poison.
Yunxiu walked up to Zhihuan and looked down at him.
Her body was also covered with wounds, and blood flowed down her robe and dripped onto Zhi Huan's body.
But her eyes looked like she was looking at a piece of garbage that was about to be destroyed.
She slowly raised the blade of light, divine power gathering at the tip, emitting a dazzling light. "Today, I will settle the grudge between you and me."
Zhi Huan struggled to get up, but Yun Xiu had already crippled three of his limbs, leaving only one leg barely able to move, unable to support his body at all. He watched the light blade in Yun Xiu's hand getting closer and closer, glanced at Yan Xiu, who was leaning against the side with a serious injury, and smiled:
"You don't think... killing me will end it, do you?"
Yunxiu ignored him. She thrust her blade of light into Zhihuan's last leg. The cold, white divine power instantly seeped into his flesh, completely severing his leg bones and tendons.
Zhi Huan let out a heart-wrenching scream, his body twitching violently on the ground. Divine power was surging wildly in his body, but he was unable to break through the suppression of Yunxiu's divine power. He could only watch helplessly as his limbs lost consciousness bit by bit, his vitality quickly dissipating with the loss of blood.
"I don't care about that. Just die first."
Yunxiu's voice remained calm as she slowly raised the light blade, pouring all of her divine power into it. A cold white light condensed on the blade, emitting a frightening energy fluctuation.
She remembered that Zhi Huan liked to use his divine power into his sword and kill his opponents in the most brutal way. Today, she would send him to hell in his own way.
Zhi Huan desperately mobilized the remaining divine power in his body, trying to make a final struggle, but those divine powers seemed to be trapped by invisible shackles and could not be condensed at all. They could only rush around in his body, intensifying his pain.
"So this is what it feels like...it really hurts a bit."
In the midst of chaos, the last thought that came to Zhi Huan's mind was this.
Yunxiu didn't give him any chance to struggle, she suddenly stabbed the light blade into Zhihuan's chest.
The divine power surged into his body like a tsunami, shattering all his internal organs, meridians, and bones.
Zhi Huan's body trembled violently, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.
Zhi Huan's voice became softer and softer, and his body began to become transparent. Cold white light overflowed from his fingertips and shoulders and neck, like mist blown away by the wind.
Yunxiu's hand holding the Wuxin Sword was still trembling slightly, and the wound on her arm was still bleeding, but her gaze was suddenly caught by the movement not far away - those light spots that should have dissipated between heaven and earth were as if pulled by an invisible magnet, passing by her and floating towards Yan Xiu who was leaning against the pine tree.
"What's going on?"
Yunxiu's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition crawled up his spine.
She remembered how stubborn Zhi Huan's divine power was. It could even corrode Ying Tang's healing power. How could he take the initiative to move towards Yan Xiu? She subconsciously raised her hand, and the cold white divine power condensed into a barrier in her palm, trying to block those light spots.
But those light spots passed through her barrier without any hindrance as if penetrating thin paper. The moment they touched the barrier, a recoil force even erupted, numb her wrist, and the wound burst open again, and blood dripped onto the ground through her fingers.
Yunxiu stumbled back half a step, watching helplessly as the dots of light drifted ever closer to Yan Xiu. Leaning against a pine tree, Yan Xiu still looked as badly injured as before. The shoulders of his dark-colored suit were stained with blood, and his head drooped slightly, looking lifeless, as if he had truly fainted.
But when the first ray of cold white light fell on his fingertips, Yan Xiu's fingers moved very slightly, like a living vine, quietly hooking that ray of light.
"Senior Brother Yan Xiu!"
Yunxiu shouted loudly, and she rushed towards Yan Xiu with the Wuxin Sword in her hand. The white jade statue on her chest suddenly felt hot.
Yunxiu clearly felt that those light spots floating towards Yan Xiu contained not only Zhi Huan's divine power, but also an extremely familiar fluctuation.
Yunxiu had felt... the power when Yan Xiu took her hand, the fluctuation of Yan Xiu's... divine power.
But she was still too slow. Just as the tip of her sword was about to touch Yan Xiu's shoulder, those cold white light spots suddenly accelerated, surging around Yan Xiu like a tide, and penetrated through his collar, fingertips, and even the wound.
Yan Xiu's body trembled violently, and he slowly lifted his head. His hair was lifted by the divine power surging within him, revealing the look in his eyes. They were no longer the gentle inky color of the past, but now glowed with a cold white halo, like a mirror tempered by ice, reflecting no emotion at all.
"You're not dizzy at all."
Yunxiu's voice seemed to be frozen. She tightened her grip on the Wuxin Sword, and the blade of light at the tip of the sword condensed again.
The Yan Xiu in front of him was too unfamiliar. The divine power fluctuations around him became stronger and stronger. His originally pale face became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wound on his shoulder that was deep enough to see the bone was healing bit by bit. Even the blood stains on the clothes gradually faded under the embrace of the divine power, as if the previous tragic fight had never happened.
Yan Xiu didn't answer immediately. He raised his hand and gently brushed the dust from his sleeve, his movements calm and composed. Divine power slowly flowed through his palm. He looked at Yun Xiu's tense expression, and a faint smile curled his lips. "Xiao You, don't be so nervous."
"Don't call me Xiaoyou."
Yunxiu interrupted him harshly, and the tip of the Wuxin Sword moved forward half an inch, only about an inch away from Yan Xiu's chest.
"Those points of light are Zhihuan's divine power, which we would all repel... Why are they drifting towards you? Why are you able to absorb his power?"
Yan Xiu looked down at his palm. The cold white divine power circled around his fingertips and turned into a tiny blade of light, which gently passed through the air, leaving a faint mark.
It's like getting familiar with the power that was lost and regained.
Yan Xiu's gaze fell on Yun Xiu, but he did not make any excuses:
"Haven't you guessed it already?"
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