"And what kind of demon or monster are you?"
Looking at Zhao Ling, who was dark-skinned and clearly didn't look like a good person, Bai Hao immediately became interested.
At this moment, Zhao Ling's aura was on a completely different level compared to before; in fact, it could be said that he was a completely different person.
If we compared Zhao Ling from before to a rabbit that only knew how to be fierce but posed no real threat, then the Zhao Ling of now is an enraged wolf, whose temperament and level of threat have both risen to a new level.
Or rather, the Zhao Ling in front of us is no longer the original Zhao Ling!
"Before you die, I can tell you my name without hesitation—my name is Qingyang, remember it!"
At this moment, Zhao Ling was clearly possessed, or rather, his body was taken over by Qing Yang. After Zhao Ling died, his body was taken over by Qing Yang.
"As my first opponent, I'll give you a swift and painless end." Qingyang held a long black sword in his hand, its blade embroidered with strange patterns, and judging from its material, it was no ordinary weapon.
"I'll use this 'Thousand Views' sword in my hand!"
Qingyang suddenly made his move with incredible speed. His long sword drew a sharp black line through the air, its blade slashing directly at Bai Hao!
At first glance, the knife seemed ordinary, but Bai Hao sensed an ominous aura emanating from it, as if it contained the mournful cries of countless wronged souls.
Bai Hao clenched his fist, and a long sword immediately appeared in his hand, ready to clash with it.
"when!"
The moment the long saber and the long sword clashed, the sword in Bai Hao's hand was actually cut in two, and the long saber continued to strike with undiminished force!
A hint of surprise flashed in Bai Hao's eyes. He suddenly stomped his foot, bursting with speed, and appeared more than ten meters away in a flash.
But the next moment, Qingyang suddenly appeared in front of him and slashed horizontally with his sword, striking Bai Hao directly!
"Um?"
Qingyang suddenly frowned.
The knife did indeed strike Bai Hao, but there was no scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere as expected.
Bai Hao's physical body actually withstood that blow?!
The long sword struck him as if it were striking an iron plate.
But even an iron plate shouldn't be able to stop his strike.
"It seems your abilities aren't as great as you claim."
As he spoke, Bai Hao even grabbed Qingyang's longsword, and his true energy surged out, pressing down on Qingyang like a raging storm. At the same time, countless illusory sword energies appeared around him, so sharp that they could strike Qingyang's body at any moment!
Faced with this sharp sword energy, Qingyang had no choice but to release his longsword and quickly retreat to dodge the incoming sword energy.
Bai Hao, holding the long sword, channeled his inner energy, attempting to shatter the sword in two.
To his surprise, the knife was surprisingly strong; even after using considerable force, he couldn't break it.
It was tougher than any weapon he had ever seen.
"Looks like a good knife."
If it weren't for the fact that his body had already reached the "Ancient Divine Body" level, such a knife would probably have been cut in half by Qingyun's blade long ago.
If it were any other weapon, it would most likely have been shattered by the impact when it struck Bai Hao.
The fact that the knife survived unscathed proves that it is no ordinary knife.
On the other side, after dodging more than ten sword energies, Qingyang saw that Bai Hao actually wanted to shatter his longsword. He immediately became furious, pointed his right hand sharply, and moved his mind.
The knife immediately sensed something, struggled violently in Bai Hao's hand, and actually broke free from Bai Hao's grasp, flying towards Qing Yang.
Qingyang also rushed towards Bai Hao. When he grabbed the long sword that had flown back, he held the hilt with both hands. Black mist rose from the blade, and the blade tore through the sky. Even the space itself could not withstand the pressure, and tiny cracks appeared.
"Looks like he's serious."
As Qingyang's blade came down, Bai Hao's gaze sharpened slightly. With a wave of his hand, countless sword energies surged behind him, and sword shadows poured out like a sea!
"boom!"
Although the dense array of sword shadows had no physical form, it was like an indestructible barrier. Qingyang's sword had just struck it when the force of the rebound traveled back along the longsword, causing pain in his hand.
The power on the blade was instantly dispersed by Bai Hao's sword energy, which poured down on him like a raging torrent.
"cough!"
The sword energy left deep, bone-revealing wounds on Qingyang's body, causing him to gush blood and cough up blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into countless huge trees.
The long sword was stuck straight in the ground in front of him, like a tombstone.
"How could this be..." Qingyang's breath was weak, and his eyes were full of resentment.
"I can't believe I lost to someone like you..."
Bai Hao slowly walked towards him, his expression calm, even somewhat disappointed.
"I thought you were something special, but it turns out you're nothing special."
Bai Hao took him so seriously, but all he showed was his ability—all bark and no bite. He wasn't even as good as Zhao Ling; he was just a bit ruthless in his demeanor.
"Don't be... too arrogant!"
Qingyang was on the verge of death, but the light in his eyes grew even more frenzied.
He suddenly slammed his fist into his chest, and in the process of injuring himself, Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with black mist, which splattered onto the black sword in front of him.
The black blade, stained with Qingyang's blood, seemed to be reborn, its body vibrating violently and emitting an excited hum.
"Hahaha...ha, prepare to die!" Qingyang let out a shrill laugh, his voice hoarse and desperate.
"Still want to resist?"
Bai Hao snorted coldly, flicked his finger, and the sword energy in his hand flashed, turning into a cold light that pierced through Qingyang's heart.
The latter groaned, its eyes gradually glazed over, and its body slumped down, completely losing its breath.
Even after Qingyang died hundreds of years ago, the strange black blade still trembled. At this moment, it finally flew up, leaving a black phantom in the air at an extremely fast speed, even faster than when Qingyang held it himself. It appeared in front of Bai Hao almost instantly.
The latter's pupils contracted slightly; his intuition told him he had to dodge the attack, and he did just that.
But this strike was even faster than when Qingyang was wielding it. Bai Hao dodged to the side, but the long sword still left a small wound on his arm before it stuck into the ground.
Even with Bai Hao's current ancient body, it still managed to cut through him, which shows how sharp the blade was.
The instant he was slashed by the black knife, a sharp pain shot through the wound, reaching Bai Hao's brain. It felt as if countless ants were gnawing at him, or as if he were being burned by flames, with waves of burning pain washing over him.
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