Chapter 226 Life and Death Moment
Just then, Murong Hanchan and Shangguan Qinghuan began to exert their inner strength in a contest, and the green dragon soul took the opportunity to entangle Murong Hanchan's body, the enormous strangulation force almost causing her to break through her defenses.
Sensing its master's danger, the Crimson Dragon Soul, engaged in fierce aerial combat, attempted to rescue him, but was relentlessly entangled by the Yellow Dragon Soul and unable to break free.
Seeing Murong Hanchan struggling, Shangguan Qinghuan said smugly, "Murong Hanchan, you're doomed today. It's just a pity you're not my woman yet."
Upon hearing this, Murong Hanchan was instantly enraged, her eyes blazing with fiery energy. "Ah..." Shangguan Qinghuan screamed in agony as her eyes exploded with blood!
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Murong Hanchan gathered her strength and broke free from Shangguan Qinghuan's hands. She raised her right palm high and then brought it down with a loud thud. The powerful impact poured down on Shangguan Qinghuan, causing blood to flow from her seven orifices instantly. Murong Hanchan's left hand flashed past in an instant, and with another "crack," a bloody head rolled to the ground.
With another "bang," Shangguan Qinghuan's headless body fell to the ground. Sensing the danger, the green dragon soul that had been binding Murong Hanchan's body instantly rushed into Ling Qichen's body and hid there.
Just as Murong Hanchan was about to attack the yellow dragon soul in the sky, a clear and melodious poem resounded through the heavens: "Eastern Emperor's Brush, Western Emperor's Martial Arts, the renowned sages of a thousand autumns are now ancient, but I remember my childhood dream, and now I embark on the path of the martial world, to once again stir up the winds and clouds of martial arts!"
A beam of light pierced through, and the yellow dragon soul instantly entered Shen Qianying's body. She landed gracefully, her gaze sweeping over Murong Hanchan, and she lightly waved her Ruyi Jade Brush, "Murong Hanchan, are you alright?"
Murong Hanchan straightened her body slightly, and the Crimson Dragon Soul entered her body with a "whoosh." She coldly replied, "You came at just the right time, not just for this Yellow Dragon Soul, right?! You can't touch a single one of the people here." Her tone was domineering, and her gaze swept over Ling Qichen beside her.
"Heh!" Shen Qianying chuckled lightly, her jade pen pointing out, "For now, put away your hostility! Don't forget that I have a forbidden sword technique in my heart; killing you would be as easy as lifting a hand!"
Murong Hanchan glanced at her coldly, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards Xiaoyao Lang. Seeing Zhu Ziyue's unpredictable movements, with seven or eight figures flashing by, Xiaoyao Lang's attacks were completely ineffective.
She raised her hand and unleashed a wave of icy true energy. To resist the cold, Zhu Ziyue paused slightly. Xiaoyao Lang aimed at her and struck her with a whistling palm.
"Pfft!" Zhu Ziyue landed, spitting out a mouthful of blood as Xiaoyao Lang's palm struck her! Just as her life was hanging in the balance, "Stop!" Ling Qichen's figure blurred as she supported her injured body, standing in front of Zhu Ziyue, her gaze fixed on Xiaoyao Lang, "If you want to kill her, kill me first!"
Zhu Ziyue calmed her breathing, "Young Master Ling, please step aside. This is our destiny! It is destined that either he dies or I perish!" As she spoke, the azure dragon soul within her body was rapidly repairing her internal injuries.
"I won't allow it! I have no family left, and I don't want you to leave me again. Even if I have to die, I will die before you!" Ling Qichen said resolutely.
Seeing Ling Qichen's obstruction, Xiaoyao Lang initially intended to give up. However, upon hearing Zhu Ziyue's words, "It's either me or her," his anger could not be extinguished, and he coldly said, "If you want revenge, I'm waiting anytime. But today I will take this person's life! Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Seeing this, Shen Qianying thought to himself: This person's cultivation has already reached the Saintly level; I absolutely cannot let her lose her life! Otherwise, I must release the seal...
"Xiaoyao Lang! Come on! What is there to fear in death?! I, Ling Qichen, will not even flinch! Furthermore, even if you don't kill me today, one day I will definitely kill you to avenge my father, without any mercy!" Ling Qichen said with exceptional determination.
Xiaoyao Lang frowned slightly upon hearing this. He recalled his impulsive killing of Yi Mingjian years ago, a decision he deeply regretted. Now, the same thing was happening again. He should have let them go, but the thought of Zhu Ziyue's determination to kill him, and how she would not hesitate to do so if the blade were in her hands, made him seem even more ruthless. "Fine, then I will grant your wish!"
Upon hearing this, Murong Hanchan's eyes flashed. She didn't want Ling Qichen to die, and even less did she want him to die at Xiaoyao Lang's hands! But what reason did she have to stop Xiaoyao Lang?! After all, if he didn't kill Zhu Ziyue, Zhu Ziyue would kill him!
Ling Qichen stretched out her arms and closed her eyes, refusing to back down even slightly. Seeing this, Xiaoyao Lang suddenly moved, rushing past with a "whoosh" and pressing Zhu Ziyue to kill him.
Zhu Ziyue was seriously injured and waiting to recover. She barely managed to raise her palm to defend herself. With a loud "bang", her delicate body was hit hard again and she staggered backward.
At this moment, Shen Qianying suddenly moved to stop Xiaoyao Lang from leaving, but Murong Hanchan's figure flickered and forcefully blocked his way.
Shen Qianying raised her jade pen. "Murong Hanchan, what do you want to do?"
"What are you trying to do now?" Murong Hanchan replied coldly.
Shen Qianying said anxiously, "Do you know that opening the barrier seal requires the combined efforts of nine Saints! If this person dies, wouldn't we be missing a valuable asset?!"
Murong Hanchan disagreed, "I don't know about sealing or not, but Xiaoyao Lang's enemies are my enemies, Murong Hanchan's enemies! If you want to take action against him, you'll have to get past this first."
"You..." Shen Qianying was speechless for a moment. Murong Hanchan's eccentric personality really made her helpless. If she were to use her sword energy to kill her, it would be like cutting off her own arm. The two of them stood frozen in place for a moment.
Seeing that Zhu Ziyue could still fight back, Xiaoyao Lang once again gathered his strength and attacked. Ling Qichen's yellow dragon soul entered his body, and his injuries were rapidly recovering. He channeled his true energy and began to entangle with Xiaoyao Lang. Enraged, Xiaoyao Lang showed no mercy and struck out with a powerful palm, knocking him back several feet.
In an instant, he attacked Zhu Ziyue. Just then, a spear force surged from the distance, striking Xiaoyao Lang, followed by a clear and resounding poem that echoed through the sky: "A twelve-foot silver spear pierces the red sun, standing proudly among heroes! Even if all the heroes of the world gather, who dares to wield their spear and meet me?"
As soon as the domineering voice fell, a dashing and heroic figure suddenly appeared, standing proudly in front of him.
Xiaoyao Lang deftly parried the attack, and with a loud bang, the force of the spear was deflected. He raised his eyes and asked, "Who are you? Do you want to be my enemy?"
"Ha!" The man chuckled and waved his hand. "First, if you want to know my name, you'll have to show your skills! Second, I will protect this man's life, and you must not touch him again!" As he spoke, his sharp gaze swept over Zhu Ziyue, then fixed on Xiaoyao Lang.
Xiaoyao Lang sneered, "You've got quite the nerve! Show me what you're capable of!" As soon as he finished speaking, his inner energy erupted, causing dust and sand to explode around him once again.
"Excellent!" the man pointed. "If I defeat you, this duel is over, how about it?!"
"If you have the strength, it's not too late to say it later!" Without saying anything more, Xiaoyao Lang immediately struck out with a palm, the powerful palm pressing down.
The man slightly shifted his body, and a silver-white spear suddenly appeared in his right hand. He swung it around in a wide arc, slamming it into the ground with a "thud," neither dodging nor avoiding, and with a "boom," he directly absorbed the force of the Free and Unfettered Wave Palm. "Not bad!"
Without a word, he swung his spear, the silver tip drawing a brilliant arc, and in an instant, he had reached Xiaoyao Lang.
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