A strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing up Xue Kong's black robe and making his hair messy.
This was the spiritual wind created by the tenth level of Qi Condensation cultivation. Even though Xue Kong had drawn out the evil ghost's soul power, his steps couldn't help but pause under this fierce spiritual wind.
From the time Xue Kong self-destructed his magic weapon to now, only a moment had passed, in the blink of an eye.
"When the Heavenly Sword returns, I won't be able to defeat it!" Xue Kong's eyes were cold. The spiritual wind blew on his body, and he could naturally step over it easily, but his speed would be a little slower.
In a life-and-death battle, every second counts, and this slight pause may be the key to victory or defeat.
These thoughts appeared in Xue Kong's mind almost subconsciously, and he didn't need to think about it himself. This was the fighting instinct that arose when one's experience reached a certain level.
At this moment, the huge body of the black wolf demon spirit appeared in front of Xue Kong, shielding him from the strong wind.
Xue Kong's eyes suddenly brightened, and he fiercely grabbed the Black Wolf Demon Soul with his big hand: "Black Wolf, it's time for you to protect your master to the death and sacrifice your life!"
"You go too!"
Xue Kong's big hand cruelly grabbed the black wolf demon soul.
The black wolf demon soul was torn apart in an instant, and it let out a shrill howl towards the sky, shaking the whole area.
But its soul body still tore and collapsed uncontrollably, and finally shattered in Xue Kong's palm, turning into rich soul power, which was fiercely slapped out by Xue Kong.
Suddenly, a spiritual wind that was several times stronger than the gale shot by Xing Wuliang blew over, sweeping up the heaven and earth, causing the wind shot by Xing Wuliang to dissipate in an instant, and his body was blown back dozens of steps.
"This guy!" Xing Wuliang forced himself to stand firm, his face filled with inexplicable horror. "What a cruel boy! He blew up his own magic weapon and destroyed the demon soul with his own hands. He didn't even hesitate or feel any pain at all!?"
There was no obstacle ahead, Xue Kong took another big step, his eyes full of murderous intent, and headed straight for Xing Wuliang.
Even though Xing Wuliang had made countless calculations, he still overestimated his own strength and somewhat forgot that 80% of his strength lay in those three heavenly swords.
In other words, he underestimated Xue Kong. He never expected that in such a short time, Xue Kong could so decisively detonate his magic weapon and destroy the demon soul just to get close to him.
Approaching?
who?
"I have reached the tenth level of Qi Condensation cultivation, how can I be afraid of him!" When Xing Wuliang thought about the fact that he had the power to suppress him, he felt more confident.
At this moment, he suddenly found that he could control the Heavenly Sword freely again.
So far, everything seems long, but in fact only four breaths have passed. The fighting between the monks is extremely fast, and many things can be done in one breath.
"Heavenly Sword, return!" Xing Wuliang was overjoyed. As long as he could recall the Heavenly Sword, he would be able to kill Xue Kong.
Xue Kong was not panicked when he saw this scene.
He raised his hand and pointed to his side. A small green sword flashed out, turned into a sword shadow, and headed straight for the three heavenly swords.
"Oh no, is he going to use the same trick again?" Xing Wuliang looked up with a look of fear on his face.
It is true.
The green flying sword also exploded, turning into a new impact that spread out.
But this time Xing Wuliang was prepared and controlled the Heavenly Sword to dodge in time. Although he was still overwhelmed by the aftermath of the magic weapon's self-explosion, it was much better than last time.
"Xing Wuliang! Take a closer look, who am I?!"
Xing Wuliang had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to control the Heavenly Sword to return when a mournful scream suddenly came from the opposite side. The scream was so piercing that anyone who heard it would feel that there was a deep meaning in the words.
Xing Wuliang thought the same thing. He turned around and saw Xue Kong's handsome face.
His eyes were slightly stunned.
He subconsciously fell into thought, wondering whether he recognized Xue Kong.
"I got it!" Xue Kong's eyes were bright, and he madly drew the soul power of the evil ghost. His feet moved like thunder, quickly crossing the distance between him and Xing Wuliang.
When Xing Wuliang was still a little slow, he raised his hand and unleashed his most powerful killing move: "New sprouts grow from the wasteland!"
As soon as the killing move was released, the surroundings suddenly became silent.
The spiritual soil wrapped around a green new sprout. The new sprout was extremely tender, but the aura emanating from it made Xing Wuliang's pupils suddenly dilate.
"Such an amazing move, what is this?"
Without waiting for Xing Wuliang to react, Xue Kong slapped the new sprout growing from the wasteland, and the new sprout flew towards Xing Wuliang.
Wherever the new sprouts sprouted in the wasteland, all the flowers, plants and trees along the way withered and their vitality was sucked away.
Seeing this scene, Xing Wuliang's eyelids twitched wildly, and a strong sense of life and death crisis emerged in his heart.
"Heavenly Sword! Return quickly!!" Xing Wuliang frantically urged the Heavenly Sword while desperately retreating his body.
But the new sprouts growing in the wasteland were faster, and before the Heavenly Sword appeared, they directly hit Xing Wuliang's chest.
boom!
There was a loud bang, and Xing Wuliang's face turned pale in an instant, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You lost!" Xue Kong strode over and walked in front of Xing Wuliang.
In just a breath or two, Xing Wuliang was not only seriously injured, but his vitality was also being continuously drained away. His skin was visibly aging, and his eyes were lifeless and broken.
What was even more terrifying was that as his vitality disappeared, he found that his cultivation seemed to be shackled, making it extremely difficult to mobilize it.
The three heavenly swords finally returned.
But Xue Kong raised his hand and pointed, and the Nine-Ring Demon-Slaying Sword came forward and collided continuously with the three heavenly swords.
Without Xing Wuliang's control, even though the three heavenly swords had both speed and power, they were unable to gain any advantage over the Nine-Ring Demon-Slaying Sword.
"You are too obsessed with external things, and you will definitely fail." Xue Kong stood in front of Xing Wuliang, whose body was gradually haggard and hunched, watching his vitality being gradually sucked away by the "new sprouts growing in the wasteland", which doomed his death.
Xing Wuliang felt that his vitality was rapidly fading and his body was gradually losing strength. Although he was terrified, he could only lift his hands with difficulty. His body was shaky and he finally fell to the ground with a thud.
He understood the meaning of Xue Kong's words.
"I put in a lot of effort and spent five years refining the Heavenly Sword. How could I give it up?" Xing Wuliang murmured bitterly in his heart.
If he did not focus on refining the Heavenly Sword and did not regard it as his main fighting force, perhaps he would have more means to fight Xue Kong.
In other words, if he had been able to decisively make the Heavenly Sword self-destruct at the moment when "New Sprouts from Wasteland" flew towards him.
Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.
But how could he bear to do that?
He is not Xue Kong and cannot be so decisive.
"Everything in the world has its gains and losses. The ultimate goal of cultivation is to cultivate the Tao, and cultivating the Tao is only to cultivate the mind. The most important thing should be to refine oneself. You have taken the wrong path."
Xue Kong looked at Xing Wuliang and spoke slowly.
Listening to Xue Kong's words, Xing Wuliang's eyes gradually became confused.
In the final moments of his life, as if a last glimmer of light had returned, he struggled to open his mouth and asked in a dry, hoarse voice, "Who... are you...?"
He still remembered Xue Kong's scream just now.
"The one who killed you." Xue Kong responded indifferently.
"Uh..." Xing Wuliang's head sank and he died.
He was pissed off.
He had seen too many treacherous and sinister people in his life, and he thought he could be cautious and avoid any conspiracy or trick.
I never expected this.
Today he met Xue Kong, and the tricks he used were as childish as those used by a child, but the key point was that he was actually fooled!
In the end he was so angry that he died.
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