Chapter 266 When did she become so fierce?
"Does Little Moon want to go and see?" The man in red chuckled, stroking the fan in his hand as his gaze swept over a corner to the south.
"It's none of my business." The woman looked away, continuing on her way.
The lowest level of the Mysterious Frost Technique was probably escaped by one of the sect's junior disciples.
"I'll go take a look." The boy wearing a veiled hat suddenly spoke up, his clear, cold voice breaking the silence of the forest. The thin red and black snake around his neck slowly twisted, startling a flock of black crows.
Linghu Zhuoyu lowered her eyes and slowly recalled how she had ignored her sister when they were in the Yingzhou Demon Palace. The suffocating feeling in her heart rose again.
If my sister were here, upon hearing that a disciple of the Xuan Shuang Sect had met with misfortune, she would surely rush to investigate and offer her assistance, wouldn't she?
What my sister can't do... let him do it now.
“Then we’ll meet up at the mountainside,” Sang Wanyue said, her cold gaze sweeping over Linghu Zhuoyu. “Go quickly and come back quickly.”
Even though she said "go and come back quickly," her tone didn't carry much emotion, as if she didn't care much about the other person's decision to stay or leave.
Linghu Zhuoyu nodded slightly, and his figure disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.
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South of the woods.
Within a radius of hundreds of miles, countless silver iron swords were scattered across the vast expanse of land, their surfaces glowing with orange fire, surrounding two women in the center and illuminating the entire area.
"Cough cough—"
Mu Jianjian staggered backward, the red spots on her skin caused by the burns spreading, like the sunset about to sink into the sea, etching its color into the whiteness.
Blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand to wipe away a mouthful of blood, but a metallic taste kept coming from his throat.
It goes on and on, endlessly.
Seeing the two men retreating steadily, Xiong Guang's smugness was undisguised. "You want to hide your true strength, but have you ever considered that in the face of absolute power, there are no such tricks?"
The moment he put on the old bracelet, he sensed the aura of the two people who had used Qi Condensation Talismans to leave this place at high speed, so he quickly chased after them to find out what was going on, and unexpectedly gained something.
“Everyone says that cultivation is paramount, but they forget that the secret technique each cultivator chooses is also extremely important,” Xiong Guangze said, raising his hand and the iron swords on the ground surrounded him again. “Secret techniques counteract each other, and sometimes that determines that you cannot escape from here.”
"Nonsense," Mu Jianjian said, her hairpin transformed into a pair of intertwined branches, which helped her stand up. Even though her robes were tattered and burned by the flames, her elegance was still undeniable. "She's just using a magic artifact to absorb true energy here. If you take off this bracelet, you can see who wins and who loses this round."
Xiong Guang's grip on the hilt tightened, his eyes flashing with annoyance at being exposed, but this emotion vanished upon seeing the two women's disheveled state. "Fire Ritual Sword, Fifth Form—"
A blazing inferno descended from the sky, illuminating a patch of the night in the silent darkness.
"Boom boom boom—" The trees were engulfed in flames, which spread and surged, seemingly capable of burning up the surrounding air.
——
On the other side of the distant mountains.
Linghu Zhuoyu frowned and looked up, seeing the towering flames descending from above. He didn't stop and hurried towards that direction.
"A sword cultivator who cultivates the fire seed," he said softly, his gentle voice as soothing as a stream, "is unfortunately lacking in pure Dao heart and his moves are unsteady, which is a pity."
If the Xuan Shuang Sect disciple had been killed by this sword cultivator long ago and hadn't arrived yet, then don't blame him for being slow.
——
Xiong Guangze watched with satisfaction as his secret technique improved a step further. He looked down at the land below that had been melted into a sea of fire, but there was not a single person in sight.
That woman was probably burned to ashes. I wonder how her Xing'er is, whether she's alright...
He would be heartbroken if he accidentally hurt Xing'er.
"Don't you know that we need to protect trees and forests? You can't just set fires like that on the mountain!"
Just as Xiong Guang was desperately searching for Wan Xing's figure in the sea of fire, a clear female voice suddenly rang out from below.
His brow furrowed.
"Who is it!"
"Who else could be here on this land?" The woman's voice was clearly filled with undisguised exhaustion, but following her voice, one could spot two figures gradually emerging from the flames.
That's impossible!
Their bodies were already covered in red spots from the burns, so logically they should have already lost when he used the fifth move of the Fire Sword!
There shouldn't have been a speck of dust falling from the sky, yet these two women were completely unharmed!
Xiong Guangze could hardly believe his eyes. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that tiny, yellowish water droplets had condensed around the woman in the lead.
No... if it were just this third-realm water droplet, how could it possibly stop his Fire Ritual Sword?
Wait, when did the air around here start to get cold?
"Mysterious Frost Technique, Condensing Pearls—" The illusory butterfly above Mu Jianjian's right pupil disappeared, replaced by frost that gradually rose from her feet, quickly forming a bright blue light on the ground with each step she took.
"It's useless." Xiong Guang shook off the doubt in his mind and scoffed at the girl's actions. So what if she could use that strange secret technique to dodge his silver sword time and time again?
He simply couldn't believe this person could continue like this, especially with this level of coldness...
It won't be long before it's burned to ashes by his flames.
"Condensing beads into blades—"
Just as Xiong Guangze was about to raise his hand to make a move, his vision flashed, and the girl covered in red spots had already moved in front of him, accompanied by—
It was actually the faint shadow of a butterfly?
What is this?
"Crack—" A clear cracking sound came from below. Xiong Guang looked down and his eyes widened in horror.
His Yin-Yang Sword actually shattered?
How could that be!
"Wanxing, just watch closely," Mu Jianjian said, gripping the sharp wooden branch formed from the hairpin of dawn and dusk, tightly binding and surrounding the silver sword in her opponent's hand. At the same time, the red spots on her body became more and more obvious, covering her entire body and even oozing some pus. "Even if the secret techniques are mutually exclusive, there is no certainty in battle."
The wooden branches entwined with the silver sword actually managed to engulf the flames above, while the ice and the Yellow Spring water mingled, creating a temperature difference that caused the silver sword to break!
"Man can conquer nature"—that's the truth.
Wan Xing's pupils constricted. In his eyes, he saw the girl about to stab the man with the wood-transformation sword, but the man grabbed her wrist.
"Snap—"
It was the sound of bones breaking.
"Jianjian!" She was in a daze. Her already depleted true energy was forcibly brought out in an attempt to use it again, but she was backfired and coughed up a lot of blood.
"You bitch! I'm going to kill you!" Seeing his sword shattered, Xiong Guangze had nowhere to vent his hatred. He roared, lifted the girl up, and fiercely blocked her meridians with his true energy.
Seeing the girl's aura gradually disappear, he waved his hand, and as the surrounding flames burned out, the girl turned into specks of dust!
"No, no, no—" As Wan Xing saw the girl's figure disappear, she gradually lost her mind, desperately muttering words, and rushed forward with the branches and leaves formed from her true energy!
She wants to die together with this scumbag!
Just as the fierce flames were about to engulf Wan Xing's entire body, a white figure landed between the two.
The veiled boy, dressed in flowing white robes, looked fragile and delicate. Yet, he walked on the flames without being burned in the slightest. He seemed to be detached from the raging fire in his surroundings, like an immortal in a second painting.
"Did you use the Xuan Shuang Technique just now?" Linghu Zhuoyu lowered his eyes and looked at the disheveled woman.
Wan Xing was completely confused. She stared blankly at the man whose face was covered by a veil, and slowly shook her head.
"It wasn't me...it wasn't my secret technique, it was my friend..." Thinking of Mu Jianjian, Wan Xing felt another wave of hysterical pain in her heart. She couldn't hold on any longer, and with her hands on the ground, she spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Oh," Linghu Zhuoyu thought to herself, "as expected."
Since we didn't make it to his aid, we might as well avenge this Xuan Shuang Sect disciple.
The boy gently raised his right hand and drew a talisman-like array in the air, moving so fast that only a blurry afterimage could be seen.
"Go to hell." After the talisman array settled, Linghu Zhuoyu flicked his hand lightly, and a circular array instantly appeared under Xiong Guangze's feet!
"Who do you think you are? You brat who hasn't even grown his hair yet dares to block me?" Xiong Guangze found it amusing. He was about to draw more true energy from the ancient bracelet, but found that the surge of true energy had no effect!
He knew something was wrong and immediately looked down, only to find that the bracelet that had been on his wrist had vanished into thin air!
When did this happen?
Cold sweat quickly broke out on Xiong Guangze's forehead. A thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly remembered that when he knocked that person down, his wrist seemed to have been touched—
That woman just took it!
You restless bastard, even in death you won't be at peace!
"Fellow Daoist, spare my life! We have no grudges against each other, perhaps there is some misunderstanding—" Sweat slid down Xiong Guangze's forehead as he felt his cultivation level gradually declining. He waved his hand and smiled, only to find that the other party did not give him a chance to speak.
"Thump—"
In the blink of an eye, Xiong Guangze collapsed, his breath dissipating completely.
"Waaah—" Wan Xing burst into tears the moment she saw the enemy die. Her mind was in complete chaos. She frantically tugged at the sleeve of the boy beside her. "She called me by my full name when she left. I clearly... I clearly told her not to call me that..."
Why did you treat her like this...? She could have just held on a little longer, just a little longer...
"Let go." Linghu Zhuoyu frowned, looking at the bloodstains on the woman's clothes as she pulled at them, his disgust almost overflowing.
The murderous intent emanating from beneath the veil finally brought Wan Xing, who was immersed in grief, to her senses. She shakily pulled her hands behind her back and gasped for breath, "I'm sorry, I... thank you..."
Wan Xing was incoherent, but tears kept streaming down her face, dripping onto the mud. The warm touch of the mud did not calm her heart.
If she were a little more capable, Jianjian wouldn't have taken such a risk. If she were a little more capable, she could have killed this scumbag directly!
"His soul has been frozen." Linghu Zhuoyu paid no attention to the ups and downs of the woman behind him. He walked to Xiong Guangze's body and exclaimed.
"What...what has frozen the soul?" Wan Xing looked up, tears streaming down her face, and asked in a daze.
Linghu Zhuoyu, unusually in a good mood, explained, "I have a life-saving magical artifact on me, and my soul has been transferred."
He had barely finished speaking when he took a step to leave.
Wan Xing stared blankly as the veiled boy walked further and further away. "Can I... travel with you?"
Seeing that the boy hadn't stopped, she coughed and continued, "I know someone who knows about this mountain, and... she possesses a magical artifact that doesn't belong here."
"Come on."
Hearing the boy's voice coming from afar, Wan Xing finally smiled slowly.
But this laughter was filled with madness and hatred.
Xiong Guangze is not dead yet; she wants to avenge Jianjian.
——
After resting briefly, Mu Jianjian immediately began frantically climbing up the cliff.
"If I hadn't been smart enough to tear this bracelet off, I don't know how long the fight would have gone on," she muttered to herself. "With the bracelet off, Wan Xing would probably be able to beat that scoundrel."
System Space: High-grade magic artifact, antique bracelet +1
"You suddenly disappearing with your pupil-changing technique like that... isn't that a bit frightening..." the system said quietly.
"What's scary! This is the best solution! Besides, if I hadn't used the Frost Technique to stop the fire from spreading, wouldn't all the forests here have been destroyed!" Mu Jianjian's environmental awareness, ingrained in her bones, made her act subconsciously. "Really, a wisp of smoke on the mountain, and the prison is like a paradise."
system:……
You're the elder, you're absolutely right.
"I was really awesome," Mu Jianjian said, savoring her impressive feat as she climbed the mountain. "You don't praise me anymore! Don't you love me anymore?!"
【The host is definitely the most powerful!】The system echoed, seeing Mu Jianjian's silly return.
"Wanxing! Xing'er! Little Star!" Mu Jianjian finally climbed down from the bottom of the cliff to the place where the battle had just taken place, but looking around, the surroundings were a mess, with smoke and dust billowing, and not a single person could be seen.
"No way?" Mu Jianjian's heart skipped a beat. She quickly started looking for people and spotted Xiong Guangze's body in a corner. He was clearly killed instantly, and his opponent did not give him a chance to fight back.
"Dead? Six!" Xiong Guangze's death meant Wan Xing was out of danger. She glanced at the traces left by the secret technique and couldn't help but sigh, "When did Wan Xing become so powerful? Why wasn't he this powerful when I was around?"
"Can't we play if I don't disappear?" Mu Jianjian pondered, stroking her chin. "But where is Wan Xing? I can't sense her at all."
system:……
[Host, she doesn't think you're already dead, does she?]
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