Chapter 593
Chapter 593
Chapter 593
Just as rheumatism patients can sense the weather, these celestial phenomena and changes in qi (vital energy) that contain special significance trigger the phantom limb pain of the White Tiger.
However, there are very few beings in the world who can have similar perceptions, because Wei Zhengdao understood the value of every grain of rice before Li Shen.
In the ancestral home of the Qin family, a window in the library was opened, and Gu Xie, dressed as a scholar in a long robe, stood at the window holding an oil lamp.
The Qin family is martial, and although the clan has a complete tradition and profound heritage, the most talented members of the Qin family throughout history have always taken pride in their fists.
Only mediocre clansmen are forcibly assigned by the elders to learn those "unproductive" skills.
This makes Gu Xie a very important figure in the Qin family. Without him organizing, backing up, and teaching, the Qin family might not even know how to maintain the formation of their ancestral home if the lineage were broken for several generations.
It can be said that this evil element upheld the integrity of the Qin family as the Dragon King's clan.
Above the attic, long tentacles, resembling ink wash paintings, slowly moved, monitoring the movements of evil spirits throughout the ancestral home.
Out of respect, the tentacles on the Snake Mountain side are the shortest, but ever since the patriarch ascended to the Qin family, Gu Xie has secretly strengthened his perception of the Snake Mountain side.
The white tiger was afraid again.
Patriarch, Baihu, that young man who once secretly sneaked into the Qin family's scripture pavilion to copy and comprehend the scriptures...
Even if you don't know the whole story, you can still deduce the pattern and the outcome by focusing on a few key points.
"Buzz!"
In the northwest corner of the ancestral home, a message, delivered at the cost of sacrificing a century of time, was released, carrying the most sordid and intimate greetings.
The bickering and arguing between the two poor relatives reached a new climax after the head of the household visited the Liu family's ancestral home.
Gu Xie knew that the patriarch must have altered the formation within the Liu family's ancestral home, hindering communication between the two sides.
However, this obstacle did not last long. No sooner had the patriarch left than the evil spirits of the Liu family broke through it with their lives.
Life can be lost, but face must never be lost.
The debate between the two sides has now escalated to betting on whether the head of the family's first child will bear the surname Qin or Liu.
To some extent, the appearance of this young patriarch shared by both families greatly improved the efficiency of exorcising evil spirits in the ancestral homes of both families, leading to enthusiastic participation and even suicide attempts.
A smile appeared on Gu Xie's lips. It lowered its head and gently twirled the lamplight with its fingertips, as if it were caressing a pet lying in its palm.
"The ancestral homes of both families have long been deserted."
Before the head of the family lit the lamp, no deed was made. The rare treasures in the ancestral home could not be taken by the head of the family when needed, and probably would not be needed when they could be taken.
Fortunately, these two prestigious Dragon King residences were not entirely useless to the family head.
If one day, the head of the family needs...
I, Qin, and she, Liu, are afflicted by evil spirits in our ancestral home.
Except for that white tiger,
The rest,
They all wished to be food on their master's plate.
……
Nantong, Taolin.
Two peach blossoms drifted into the pond, creating identical ripples.
Qing An's gaze sharpened.
Su Luo, holding a wine jug, and the three evil spirits of the Liu family, holding wine cups, all froze in place.
In daily life, Qing'an gives them a great deal of freedom because Qing'an also fears loneliness.
But in essence, they are all part of Qing'an, one of the many faces of Qing'an.
When the main face loses its focus, the other expressions naturally freeze as well.
Qing'an raised her head and shifted her gaze from the pond to the sky, which was obscured by peach branches.
"You are dead."
"You are dead."
"You are dead!"
The continuous self-talk eventually transformed into unwavering resolve.
After eliminating one possible error, only one remains.
And this unique element can be further subdivided.
It's impossible that the kid is officially following Wei Zhengdao's old path. The kid's hatred for immortality is ingrained in his bones. Unless he has no other choice... at least before he uses himself, the kid hasn't reached the point of having no other choice!
So, is this a warning?
Qing'an picked up his wine glass again, and as he lowered his head to drink, his eyes glanced out of the corner of his eye at the roof of the bearded man's house outside the peach grove.
Daylight turned into night, and two heads, one big and one small, peeked out from the rooftop.
While peeling shrimp, the larger shrimp carried the smaller ones off the roof and ran through the rice paddies.
How long has it been? The little boy who could only run away back then has grown up to the point where he can negotiate with the creature above him.
"The sharper the knife, the easier it is to injure your hand."
I'm very curious,
Even now you haven't made up your mind to break this knife, so who do you ultimately want it to...cut?
……
"I……"
Zhao Yi couldn't remember how many times he had repeated the word. He wasn't really trying to say anything; he was simply expressing his emotions.
Is this something I, Zhao Yi, am qualified to handle?
He was panicked and confused. A tide of fear surged toward him, trying to engulf him, but no matter how the waves crashed against the shore, after the tide receded, the stubborn rock of the Zhao family still remained.
He pulled through.
Although he lost his composure and looked a bit disheveled, at least he didn't bend his back, kneel down, or kowtow in worship. He managed to stand up like a human being, albeit with some difficulty.
The fingertip of the main body was pulled out from the seam of the Gate of Life and Death on Zhao Yi's chest.
The majestic will above his head gradually dissipated, as if everything that had just happened was merely Zhao Yi's own delusion.
Those who wield evil magic and perform forbidden acts will be punished by heaven. Zhao Yi was no good boy; he had done his fair share of slightly outrageous things and had experienced that sense of crisis from the shadows many times.
But none of them could compare to what happened just now. If I had to describe the difference, it would be like all the times I had felt before were normal reactions, while those eyes just now seemed to have moved over deliberately, with some kind of subjective intent, staring down at me.
The main body nodded.
On their side, they used Zhao Yi as a shield, skirting the issue while concealing their intentions with the appearance of normal celestial phenomena overhead.
A silent exchange has been completed.
One said: I understand.
One answer: I'm watching.
Zhao Yi's voice rang out softly: "I... am all better?"
The original entity: "Yes, let's hurry back, it's going to punish us."
Zhao Yi: "What is the upper limit of punishment?"
Ontology: "Death."
Zhao Yi: "Then you and that guy surnamed Li, still dare to provoke him?"
Body:
"Even if we don't provoke it, it never intended for us to live."
……
The Ming family's forbidden area, beneath the dome.
Beneath the dragon skin on Li Zhuiyuan's body, flesh-colored flocculent material was secreting at a visible speed.
If we were to inappropriately compare its original state to dried fish skin, then its current state is like that of a fish that has just been slaughtered and skinned, fresh with a layer of flesh still attached.
Li Zhuiyuan could feel the chaotic and complex violent emotions constantly assaulting him, trying to drive him into madness.
This is the resentment of the evil dragon when it was suppressed and killed by Zhao Wuyang, and also the anger and resentment of the group whose life force had just been extracted.
Li Zhuiyuan didn't care about this influence. Due to his special nature, he wouldn't be bothered by it. However, he knew that once the body was returned to Zhao Yi, he would suffer greatly and be tormented day and night.
Li Zhuiyuan would never have done this to anyone else, as it would have been tantamount to turning them into an evil spirit. But Zhao Yi was different; he not only held fast to his principles but also enjoyed the pleasure that was built on pain.
The writhing, active dragon body exhibited tangible breathing through its pores when Li Zhuiyuan practiced the "Qin Family Observing Dragon Method." This inertia would be preserved, meaning that Zhao Yi would also be able to inherit this external function that originally belonged to the Qin family. He could even wear a mask and call himself "Qin Yi" in the martial arts world.
The Liang sisters' eyes were fixed on their leader's new body. It was only because they knew who was truly in control of this body that they dared not act rashly; otherwise, they would have already dragged their aged bodies to touch it.
Ming Ningshuang, who was suppressed by the formation, became increasingly agitated.
In her eyes, besides the consciousness of Ling Nian and Ming Qin Yun, a third gaze appeared.
For example, when Ah Li is painting, I help her mix colors, and the two colors blend together to create a new color.
If before it was merely the instincts from before death reviving within this body, now it is a new consciousness that can resonate with this body... a new soul is returning.
Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and clenched his fist.
When the boy made this gesture, Ming Ningshuang, who was lying on the ground, also slightly raised her palm.
Li Zhuiyuan loosened his fist.
At this point, you can no longer hit her.
If you make her rise from a vegetative state on her own, that's the lowest the new evil spirit can reach. If you try to stimulate her at this point, you're essentially helping the new evil spirit break through its limits.
What a bizarre and coincidental accident, it can only be described as a miracle.
But Li Zhuiyuan knew that this was both revenge and punishment.
Back when he was on the outskirts of the Chen family in Qiongya, and the evil spirits of the Qin family in Kaifeng, he had the authority to lead the charge as the head of the family, and the White Tiger was there to keep things under control. There shouldn't have been any problems. But the evil spirits suddenly rioted. This could be explained as a resonance reaction caused by the mass killing, but there must have been a divine will at play here.
Perhaps because of his physical strength, the boy wasn't too afraid of the rapidly growing threat before him; instead, he felt a little itchy to punch.
The feeling of bravely charging to the front lines is truly different from being protected at every turn.
He needs to consider the overall situation, not only how to turn the tide but also how to save his partners' lives, while Runsheng and Lin Shuyou only need to rush forward and do the work.
Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and carefully examined his fists.
Different survival modes create different perspectives and habits. If it weren't for his great-grandfather and his own martial arts skills, his attitude towards his companions might really be the same as Wei Zhengdao's back then.
"Click...click...click..."
The formation was gradually being dismantled, and Ming Ningshuang, who was lying down, began to show signs of raising her head.
Li Zhuiyuan turned his head to look at her, hoping she would get up quickly. It wasn't that he was afraid she would be too slow to get up and thus lower her standards, but rather that the young man really wanted to have a good, satisfying fight.
In the first round, Ming Ning Shuang was too strong, and in the second round, she was too weak. The intensity was not right, so it was difficult to scratch to her heart's content.
At the entrance, a tremor was felt, followed by a wolf howl; they had returned.
At this moment, Ming Ningshuang sat up completely, the formation collapsed completely, and her eyes no longer held the urgency of spiritual thought or the distortion of Ming Qinyun, but rather an extremely cold and aloof look.
Li Zhuiyuan opened his Qi Gate, forming a vortex that enveloped the Liang sisters. The two women were thus separated from the Yin-Yang positions of the formation and were thrown backward.
Xu Ming pursed his lips and snorted loudly through his nose, afraid that the big boss would forget to settle him in.
When he too took off and was swept away, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Jing leaped high, catching the Liang sisters in each hand, and carefully settled the two "grandmothers" on the ground.
"Mmmmmmm..."
Just as Xu Ming was about to land face-first, Chen Jing rushed over and gently caught him.
Both the main body and Zhao Yi's gazes were fixed on the array in front.
"boom!"
Without even raising her hand, Ming Ningshuang released two powerful sword energies from her eyes.
Unlike in the past, Li Zhuiyuan did not first avoid observation and then probe. The boy chose to follow his heart, decisively raised his fists and smashed them to the sides.
Two sword energies were smashed to the sides by the fists, creating two deep and long trenches in the Ming family's forbidden area, which had suffered almost no substantial damage in the previous fierce battle.
"Tick...tick..."
On the back of both fists, there were wounds dug out by a sharp weapon, and fresh blood was dripping from the wounds.
"hiss……"
Zhao Yi simultaneously felt some pain, but what shocked him even more was that his dragon-skinned body was actually bleeding!
The original body: "This is torture."
Zhao Yi: "If suffering can lead to progress, then that is happiness."
The main body raised its hand, preparing to connect with Zhao Yi's brain to arrange the feng shui and weather to aid the inner demon.
However, just as the feng shui vortex above his head was forming, Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand and waved it towards the top of his head.
"boom!"
The air blast struck the vortex, dispersing it.
Zhao Yi: "No, what does this guy surnamed Li mean by this?"
The original body said, "He now wants to be a pure member of the Qin family."
Zhao Yi paused for a moment before translating the sentence: Does it mean that the person surnamed Li doesn't want to use his brain next?
"This is really something, the first time I've ever seen this. That guy surnamed Li is really into it."
"Is it strange? He is a demon in his heart."
"Um, is it a sure thing to win?"
"The probability of death is very high. It's fate. Ming Ningshuang's shadow has returned."
"Brother, why don't you try to persuade him?"
"He blocked my consciousness and isolated my true self."
"This..." Zhao Yi was very anxious and conflicted, like someone who knew he had won an award and the prize was on the podium, but now the problem was that he might not live to receive it.
The main body looked at the two ravines on the ground formed by the sword energy. If this kind of technique were used to strike around the dome, it could easily create an opening and allow them to leave.
In other words, this place can no longer stop or trap Ming Ningshuang, not even for a moment.
The inner demon's choice was correct; his pride as a pure Qin family warrior ignited the pride in Ming Ning Shuang's shadow.
In another scenario, Ming Ningshuang might simply leave this place and escape control, thus ending Zhao Yi's scheme.
The main body sits cross-legged with its eyes closed.
Zhao Yi, who was behind him, initially thought that the main body was deducing other methods, but soon he was surprised to find that the boy in front of him had actively severed the connection with his brain, meaning that he no longer needed his cooperation and supplies.
Zhao Yi bent down, leaned forward, looked at the boy's face, waved his hand in front of the boy, and said in disbelief:
"You...are you asleep?"
Deep within his consciousness, the original being returned to the basement, picked up a carving knife, and focused on creating his own sculpture.
It wasn't throwing a tantrum or being emotional; rather, since it couldn't control itself, it decided to let the body sleep and rest properly. If it lost the battle against the inner demon, it would die together; if it won, it would have more energy to enjoy the scenery outside the car window on the return journey.
Chen Jing rubbed the tip of his nose with his finger and said with a serious expression, "Brother Yi, should I go up and help Brother Yuan?"
Zhao Yi: "No need. Judging from this situation, even if that guy surnamed Li wins, I will be seriously injured. Your brother Yuan is delicate and can't carry so many wounded people by himself. You need to be prepared to carry a stretcher."
If the guy surnamed Li loses, you should quickly carry your two Liang sisters and run away.
Don't worry about me, I can't escape.
Xu Ming: "Mmm mmm mmm..."
Zhao Yi looked at the sleeping boy in front of him and reminded him:
"Don't take him with you. Without your brother Yuan, Li Zhuiyuan is the most terrible scourge in the world."
The wounds on his fist brought Li Zhuiyuan an indescribable pleasure; with flesh and blood attached, the sense of immersion in the physical body was even stronger.
Ming Ningshuang stood up, raised her hand in a clenched fist, but made no move.
Li Zhuiyuan knew that Ming Ningshuang's sword was restless inside the Ming family's ancestral home. However, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, and no matter how useless the Ming family members were, they were not incapable of suppressing a sword.
Ming Ningshuang flipped her palm down, and Ming Qinyun's sword flew into her palm.
As the sword reached Zhaoxing, a blazing sun appeared in Li Zhuiyuan's vision.
The sword moves were so mysterious that they were impossible to catch, so Li Zhuiyuan simply gave up on prediction and, relying on his deep understanding of the Qin family's movement techniques, activated the Swimming Dragon technique.
From Chen Jing's perspective, the sun cast a long shadow of a dragon.
Li Zhuiyuan tried to throw a punch many times but failed because he could not locate his opponent's body shape. Without a target, his new physique could not generate new momentum.
Moreover, in this contest of swordsmanship and movement, although Li Zhuiyuan was not injured, the combination of sword energy invisibly eroded away the original momentum he had previously possessed.
Wei Zhengdao once stole the cultivation technique from the Qin family's ancestral home, and Ming Ningshuang was the true founder of the Ming family. Therefore, the history of Dragon King Qin was longer than that of Dragon King Ming, so Ming Ningshuang naturally knew how to deal with the Qin family.
It's even possible that Wei Zhengdao taught him this when he encountered the Qin family during his journey across the river.
Li Zhuiyuan did not allow this awkward situation to continue. Without a target, he began to throw punches blindly.
His masterful movement technique had its flaws exposed, and after each punch, several sword wounds appeared on his body.
The pain was real, transmitted from the body to the mind. There was no panic of falling into despair, only a rising excitement.
Fighting is actually such an interesting thing.
Throughout his constant injuries, Li Zhuiyuan gradually came to understand the hardships Ah Li had endured.
To protect herself, who was a burden, Ah Li had never truly enjoyed fighting. Moreover, to maintain her image in front of herself, she often preferred to suffer internal injuries rather than more easily treated external ones.
The girl hid it very well.
Fortunately, this time she's breaking away from herself to walk along the river, so she should be able to have a good time. She'll probably be so eager to challenge the final evil spirit of that wave as soon as she sees it.
The sword's edge grew increasingly sharp. After patiently continuing to chip away at the opponent's strength and inflict damage, Ming Ning Shuang prepared to close the net.
Li Zhuiyuan's net was already laid out.
One after another, the energy gates opened even more rapidly, and blood kept gushing from his body. The residual force from the seemingly aimless punches he had thrown earlier also resonated with the energy gates.
In an instant, when the boy threw another punch, it unleashed more than ten terrifying fist energies, sealing off all directions around him.
As fists and swords clashed, the blazing sun shattered, and the rays of the setting sun were absorbed by the boy's energy gates, transforming into layers of new power that accumulated on his body.
Li Zhuiyuan's aura surged, and when he took another step forward and threw a punch, it caused a terrifying tremor.
Ming Ningshuang held her sword in front of her to block, but her body was involuntarily sent flying backward.
A smile curved her lips, and she raised her eyebrows slightly, her interest growing even stronger.
She has no memory, but she can sense surprise.
Because someone once told her before she died:
"Remember, when dealing with the Qin family, don't expect to win with a single sword strike; that's gambling with your life. If you fail with your first strike, then it's your turn to wait for death."
Use the sword technique I taught you to slowly wear him down. As long as you don't give him a chance to break the deadlock, you'll win.
Well, just to be on the safe side, I'll teach you another set of array diagrams and feng shui layouts, which you can forcefully activate with your soul to ensure absolute safety.
In the next wave, we will stand against that Qin family successor. Since he is traveling alone, we will not bully him. Qing'an and the others are not allowed to make a move. You will be the one to deal with and defeat him.
Only in this way can we achieve fairness and justice.
All right,
Practice your sword strike on me again, but be careful not to get distracted. I'm about to throw a punch; I'm opening my energy gate!
Ming Ningshuang looked at Li Zhuiyuan ahead, wondering why she had said something so abrupt and unrelated.
"Zhengdao, this member of the Qin family has broken the movement sword technique you taught."
After repelling his opponent and creating distance, a sharp pain erupted throughout his body. Instead of indulging in the quiet, Li Zhuiyuan clenched his right fist, bent his knee, squatted down, and slammed his fist heavily onto the ground beneath him.
"Roar!"
The ground did not sink or even crack, but the roar of the dragon was amplified and surrounded the dome. The dragon spirit flew out along the path of the fist force, and its projection, along with the surging power on Li Zhuiyuan's body, frantically covered him.
Ming Ningshuang, who had been sent flying backward, had not yet landed, but beneath her feet, a giant dragon opened its ferocious maw and leaped upward, intending to devour her.
Ming Ningshuang lightly tapped her toes downwards repeatedly, each tap seemingly creating something tangible from nothingness. The giant dragon phantom first paused, then retreated, and finally dissipated.
After delivering that punch, Li Zhuiyuan, who was kneeling on one knee, felt as if he had been struck three times in the back, and spat out three mouthfuls of blood.
The boy's fist transformed into a palm, which he placed on the blood-soaked ground, his five fingers exerting force.
Blood quickly seeped into the dissipating dragon shadows. Ming Ning Shuang, who had just successfully landed, was surrounded by blood dragons, like red chains, effectively sealing her off.
Ming Ningshuang swung her sword, breaking free from the restraints.
Li Zhuiyuan pushed off the ground with one foot, creating a large crater behind him, and leaving a trail of white smoke behind him.
A single, useless sword strike was enough to bring Li Zhuiyuan to his feet, but only enough to get close.
Ming Ningshuang unleashed a new sword technique, preparing to meet a new punch. However, this time, the Qin family member in front of her did not throw a punch; instead, he simply and plainly charged towards her.
"boom!"
Ming Ningshuang held her sword horizontally in front of her, hastily forming a curtain of light.
In the blink of an eye, Li Zhuiyuan slightly turned his head away.
The light barrier shattered as expected, but the boy didn't let his head collide directly with the opponent's sword. What Ming Ning Shuang actually blocked with the sword was Li Zhuiyuan's shoulder.
The boy's head slammed heavily into her chest.
This time, she was no longer gracefully flying backwards, but was knocked off her feet, like a kite with a broken string.
Amidst the deafening impact, there was also a barely perceptible cracking sound, indicating that cracks had appeared in Ming Ning Shuang's body.
Previously, Li Zhuiyuan had repeatedly pounded the chest of this body, but he could only shake the spiritual energy within it. Now, with the dragon body having received a new round of enhancement, he was finally able to cause substantial damage to this body.
After the headbutt, Li Zhuiyuan did not stop. Before landing, he spread his left hand and shoved it into the ground, creating a five-finger crater. He then accelerated and charged forward once again.
Historically, it was always the opponents who dared not give the Qin family a chance to catch their breath. This time, it was the Qin family who dared not give the opponent a chance to use their movement sword technique again.
Although Li Zhuiyuan had mastered the method to break the move, the price of each break was a body full of injuries.
In fact, the boy wasn't considering all that; he was simply following his instincts.
Runsheng's instinct is to die, while a smart person acts on instinct with precision and clarity.
Unable to make a move after being repelled, and facing the relentless pursuit of a tiger descending the mountain, Ming Ning Shuang used the tip of her sword to slash her own arm, causing blood to splatter out.
Chen Jing: "Brother Yi, she's injured and bleeding! Brother Yuan is amazing!"
Zhao Yi's facial muscles, devoid of skin, twitched and bled.
Yes, your brother Yuan is amazing. After fighting for so long, the damage he caused to her body was less than what she did when she managed to draw blood herself in a crisis.
Zhao Yi couldn't help but want to shout:
Hey, why did you cut yourself to draw blood? Even if you took all of Li's next attacks, you wouldn't have lost this much blood.
All I can say is that the body of the Dragon King is absolutely fucking monstrous!
Moreover, having come into contact with the remains of his own ancestors, Zhao Yi was certain that Ming Ning Shuang's physical strength far surpassed that of a normal Dragon King.
She must have possessed extremely mysterious body-refining techniques during her lifetime, and even pursued immortality after death. Her body was not only tempered day and night by the powerful spiritual energy, but also had three Ming Dynasty Dragon Kings who prepared her burial attire.
In Zhao Yi's view, while the Qin family's fists could certainly be used to deal with such evil spirits, the prerequisite was that you had to be at the same physical level as her, that is, the Qin family's Dragon King of the same level.
Otherwise, the Liu family's techniques are more suitable for bypassing the opponent's physical advantages and directly attacking their soul.
But the guy surnamed Li got carried away and insisted on hitting him with his fists. What's even more absurd is that the other person also inexplicably lowered his head. This back and forth actually became perfectly in sync!
Ming Ningshuang spilled fresh blood.
Chen Jing sniffed, his eyes filled with terror and longing: "Dragon... Dragon King's blood..."
The blood spread, instantly staining half the ground beneath the dome red. Even the ground beneath Zhao Yi and the others standing at the edge changed color.
The soul's intent is released outward, blood condenses into a diagram, and an array is instantly cast.
In an instant, the distance between Li Zhuiyuan and Ming Ningshuang, which was less than a few feet apart, suddenly increased to a hundred feet, and it continued to widen dramatically.
Between heaven and earth, it seems that only one's own insignificance remains, causing those within it to feel the despair of an ant. Even if you are a prodigy of the Qin family, you will feel lost and bewildered at this moment.
Ming Ningshuang adjusted her posture; from her perspective, the Qin family members seemed very distant from her.
She gathered her sword energy again, preparing to unleash another set of movement sword techniques.
But just as the sword energy was half-formed, suddenly, the Qin family member who had been extremely far away in front of him appeared right in front of him, and that scarred fist rapidly enlarged.
"boom!"
Ming Ningshuang's sword energy dissipated, and her figure was once again smashed away.
Li Zhuiyuan, having landed a solid punch, threw another punch at his lower body and continued to accelerate.
The boy was thoroughly enjoying the feeling. If he wanted to be fast, he only needed to throw a punch, a kick, or a claw, instead of climbing on someone's back.
The crack that had appeared earlier was hit again, and blood seeped out, leaving a pale red stain on the front of the clothes.
Just as Zhao Yi had guessed, the blood Ming Ningshuang shed from taking that punch was far less than the blood she would have drawn by breaking her skin herself.
"Moreover, you actually used a formation in front of that guy surnamed Li. With his current mastery of formations, even if he eats a few more bites of food, I'd suspect he's working on a new formation. Ha, why didn't you use a feng shui killing formation on him... huh?"
Zhao Yi's thoughts came to an abrupt halt, for he saw Ming Ning Shuang cut herself again with her sword, drawing out fresh blood. This time, the blood did not fall to the ground, but instead floated upwards rapidly, instantly staining the dome red, triggering the Feng Shui Killing Formation!
"This……"
Zhao Yi really couldn't understand this match. It wasn't just that Ming Ning Shuang had spilled blood, held her sword, and raised it to the sky to create a feng shui killing formation. She clearly had the ability to break through this dome in one fell swoop, and from then on, she could go anywhere in the world. But, hey, she just didn't do it that way. She wanted to use this feng shui killing formation downwards to deal with that guy surnamed Li!
Looking down, Zhao Yi glanced again at the sleeping boy in front of him, breathing evenly. He really wanted to wake up the original body brother and ask them if they had secretly paid money to hire a sparring partner behind his back.
The feng shui killing formation swept towards Li Zhuiyuan, and a sense of loneliness that was hated by heaven and earth assailed him. At this moment, the surrounding environment was out of place with him, and the power on his body would be stripped away and cleared away.
Ming Ningshuang once again gathered her sword energy, preparing to bring the battle back to the right track of body-body swordsmanship. Then, she suddenly discovered that the Qin family member in her feng shui killing formation not only did not weaken, but seemed to have gathered all the feng shui killing intent into his body, allowing him to gain a strength far exceeding what he could normally display.
This scene looked as if she was actively helping him to punch her more effectively.
"Buzz!"
With a whooshing sound, Li Zhuiyuan's body was overwhelmed, and even the dragon skin began to peel off. The terrifying speed he gained in return was something he hadn't expected. He rushed past Ming Ningshuang, and the fist he raised wasn't meant to be a proper punch to her. Rather, because he had his fist raised, he used his speed to hit her by chance.
"boom!"
This time, Ming Ningshuang's body was sent flying in an exaggerated manner. Even when she flew to the very edge of the dome, she did not stop. Instead, with a "boom," she crashed through the barrier of this forbidden area and punched her way out... carving out her freedom!
Zhao Yi: "..."
Chen Jing: "Yay, Brother Yuan won! He won!"
Zhao Yi: "A-Jing, take Liang Yan, Liang Li, and Xu Ming with you, and let's go!"
After Ming Ningshuang escaped, it was almost impossible to catch her again. Zhao Yi had already seen the tragic scene of her rampage and him being overwhelmed by the backlash of karma.
After knocking Ming Ningshuang away, Li Zhuiyuan quickly followed.
Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and followed, his skinless body enveloped in black mist. Even though he was so weak that he looked like a peeled shrimp, ready to crumble at the slightest touch, well... crumbling doesn't matter where it crumbles.
However, when Zhao Yi floated out through the breach, he was astonished to find Ming Ningshuang standing in the valley; she hadn't run away.
The man surnamed Li stood in front of her, still holding his fist, but this time, he didn't rush to punch her as impatiently as before.
Because, in a fit of pique, Ming Ningshuang threw the sword in her hand into the ground in front of her, and the ground cracked the moment the sword pierced through.
Fortunately, Zhao Yi managed to shift to the side in time while enveloped in the black mist; otherwise, the residual force of the crack would have pulverized him.
Immediately afterwards, without anyone knowing who Ming Ningshuang was talking to, she inexplicably spoke with a sense of grievance and confusion:
"Hmph, why did I still lose even though I used the movement sword technique and feng shui formations you taught me?"
……
"Hmph, why did I still lose even though I used the movement sword technique and feng shui formations you taught me?"
"puff!"
Qing'an, who was watching his sparring partner, spat out the wine he had just drunk.
A young man dressed as a scholar held the book upside down over his face, his shoulders shrugging.
A beautiful woman in a colorful long dress was cooking when she accidentally spilled an entire jar of salt. She quickly got up and scooped it out before it completely dissolved, giving the person who was playing a prank an annoyed look, before she couldn't help but laugh out loud herself.
Wei Zhengdao walked up to Ming Ningshuang, whose face was bruised and swollen from his punch, placed the back of his hand on her forehead first, then on his own, and smiled:
"Because of the Qin family member standing in front of you now, fighting you with his fists..."
"It's me, Wei Zhengdao."
(End of this chapter)