"Don't try to play these little tricks on me."
Before I could retract my sword, Tang Long's fist had already swung out.
A powerful punch was coming right in front of me. I hardened my heart and didn't even think about dodging, since there was no way to avoid it anyway.
I swung my sword straight up, aiming for Tang Long's neck.
From the very beginning, a thought arose in my mind.
It was as if a little devil was whispering in my ear: "This is a duel to the death; it's either you or me."
"Make your move, aim for the neck and heart, stab them, and it will all be over."
"Actually, that's what you think too, right? You've already killed people, so one more won't make a difference. Besides, these people weren't good people either."
"They have harmed far more people than you can imagine. What do you think they have used their power for?"
"Believe me, kill him, and everything you do will be just."
"Don't hesitate, don't try to control this feeling."
It was as if I had been brainwashed; this voice kept echoing in my mind.
But when I came to my senses, I was already lying on the ground.
Just now, when Tang Long swung his fist at me, I simultaneously raised my arm to deflect the bronze sword, and the blade also cut Tang Long's shoulder, but Tang Long's fist still hit my arm.
That punch was incredibly powerful; I felt like I couldn't withstand such a strong blow.
Thank goodness it didn't hit my head, otherwise it would have been a real disaster.
Thinking about it this way, my anger was also stirred up!
On what grounds?
Why can he kill me, while I have to stay rational?
Forget about rationality!
If I'm already dead, who am I trying to impress?
I stood up with a cold laugh, as if I had suddenly figured something out.
"Homura, don't be afraid, I'll show you how to play Fruit Ninja today!" I was having a mental conversation with Homura.
You could say that Xiaoyan is exactly what I imagined in my mind. It sounds magical, but it's true.
I gradually quickened my pace, and I even looked forward to the feeling of piercing the other person's heart with my sword!
Murder here is not illegal, and no one even holds anyone accountable. I think I must be sick.
He came up to Tang Long again and let out a maniacal laugh.
Don't ask me how I know, because I could feel myself laughing wildly!
Tang Long still showed no intention of dodging, his palm still gathering Yin energy, as if he was about to unleash a huge attack.
Of course, I wouldn't let him have his way. I used a very shameful way to avoid it: crawling between his legs!
I crawled between his legs and, just as Tang Long was about to strike me with his palm, I stabbed him in the lower back with my sword.
The blade was very sharp, and it even pierced Tang Long's lower abdomen from his lower back.
I even stirred it a couple of times, and then pulled it out with a wide, sweeping motion!
Tang Long cried out in pain, then cursed, "Damn it! Chen Xi, right? I didn't realize a young girl could be so ruthless!"
I think I figured it out; the cry of pain must have come from the ghost general, and the last sentence was what Tang Long himself wanted to say.
After all, I had already pierced his lower back with my sword. Once the yin energy dissipates, he will be crippled.
After all, what normal person could withstand such an injury, unless they were a god?
If the opponent is a god, then what's the point of fighting? So there's nothing to be afraid of.
"Little girl, so your name is Chen Xi. Very well, I'll remember that!"
"For hundreds of years, you are the first person who can injure me with fire spirit. You do have some talent, but it's a pity you met me."
I asked with a hint of provocation, "And then? I don't even consider you a threat, I'm not even interested in your name."
"Besides, what's wrong with running into you?"
"You wouldn't be thinking of killing me with your weak yin energy, would you?"
"I advise you to save your breath. I still have the Golden Light Mantra protecting me. No matter how strong your Yin energy is, can you completely break through my Golden Light Mantra?"
The other party is so arrogant and conceited that I must teach him a lesson, otherwise he will really think he's someone important.
The ghost general ignored my provocation and did not retaliate.
It was controlling Tang Long's body to attack me. Close combat was too disadvantageous, so I used the bronze sword to defend myself.
It seems that the soul of this so-called ghost general has a rather high tolerance for certain moves.
I'm quite curious about the fact that he could catch my sword in the blind spot with his bare hands and parry it.
However, what he didn't know was that I already had a very mature method that could easily deal with Tang Long.
In the back-and-forth exchanges, I seemed to have figured out the flaws in my moves.
The Nine Swords of Falling Snow moved very smoothly in my master's wife's hands, while the only thing my master's wife and I lacked was the handling of the finishing moves.
The master's wife's finishing move was her first move, flowing so smoothly that not a trace could be found.
I was a student, which is why Tang Long repeatedly blocked my attacks.
However, this habit takes time and repeated practice to develop.
In my mind, I need to borrow something from my master, namely the fan that Xixi gave him last year!
My master said that fan could serve as a vessel for ghosts and monsters. I shouted to my master:
"Master! Do you have that fan with you?"
The master, somewhat confused, asked, "What fan did you say?"
"It's the one Xixi gave you last year."
The master thought for a moment and said, "Oh, right, I remember now, I've always carried it with me."
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