Abandoned Immortals

The strong wind howled, rolled up the dead leaves that had fallen to the ground, and rustled.

From time to time, a few sword lights flashed in the dense fog and darkness. The sword energy was so sharp that it could hurt you when touched, forcing Que Mingcheng to retreat again and again.

Que Qingyun's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his moves were directed at the vital points, intending to kill Que Mingcheng.

Que Mingcheng's reaction was fast enough, but Que Qingyun's sword was too fast. Although he avoided most of the deadly sword moves, he was still swept by the sharp edge on the arms and shoulders and other parts that could not be protected, leaving several bloody sword wounds .

He withdrew a few feet away, shook out a short knife from his sleeve, barely held the ancient Xuanhei sword, and then he had room to say: "You are not unconscious?!"

Que Qingyun didn't answer, and the speed of the sword continued to increase.

Que Mingcheng managed to take a few tricks, but the quality of the Xuanhei ancient sword could not be matched by an ordinary short blade. The short blade was knocked out several times in a short time, and finally cut off by Que Qingyun with a sword, leaving only one piece The handle of the knife was held in Que Mingcheng's hand.

Jian Feng came again, as if trying to cut off his wrist.

He narrowly avoided it by an inch, but the sword energy still hit the back of his hand, cutting off a large piece of flesh, exposing the white phalanx.

Que Mingcheng suffered from pain, his expression distorted.

Que Qingyun is still approaching, and the situation has completely fallen into a disadvantage. The speed of the awakening of the magic fetus has been delayed again, and if the delay continues, it is estimated that Ji Bozong will come soon.

He didn't expect Mojun Quyan to delay for long.

Que Mingcheng turned over to avoid the overflowing sword light, his feet flew into the air, and he stepped on the tree trunk, raising his figure several feet.

More sword energy followed closely behind, but Que Mingcheng's face showed madness, his eyebrows trembled violently, he folded his hands together, forming a strange magic seal, the whole body's energy was violently turbulent, like the precursor of a landslide and tsunami.

Que Qingyun sensed the change in this person's aura, and made a decisive decision. With his body holding the sword, he rushed straight to the heart gate of Que Ming City.

This sword pierced into Que Mingcheng's heart, cut off his heart veins in an instant, and the spiritual energy attached to the sword exploded in an instant, shattering his internal organs.

His body froze in mid-air, scarlet blood poured out of his seven orifices, and his breathing stopped in an instant.

After being so severely injured, even at the level of distraction, the physical body is too dead.

Que Qingyun was not in a relaxed mood. She clearly felt that although Que Mingcheng's physical body was dead, his soul was rapidly expanding. For a ghost cultivator as powerful as Que Mingcheng, his activities did not completely depend on his physical body. The body, on the contrary, released his shackles.

The Xuanhei ancient sword squeaked and trembled so violently that Que Qingyun's palms were numb.

Her heart sank suddenly, she let go of the sword without hesitation, and retreated.

boom--

Almost at the same time that Que Qingyun was flying back, Que Mingcheng's broken body suddenly exploded, and the huge energy of the power of distraction set off a terrible storm, sucking in all the matter in the space outside his body, together with his limbs and torso. crushed.

The aftermath of the explosion scattered shattered bones and flesh and blood, and there was a rain of blood. If Que Qingyun hadn't retreated in time and used his body protection to avoid the bloody rain, he would have been drenched in a mess.

When she landed on the ground, she suddenly felt that her spiritual consciousness attached to the black ancient sword was brutally erased by someone, and a sharp aura rushed towards her face.

Que Qingyun's expression froze, his mind was careless!

She should have been vigilant in time when the ancient sword moved for no reason before. The connection between this sword and Que Mingcheng had not been completely severed, and even her soul consciousness was attached to it with Que Mingcheng's acquiescence and deliberate guidance. The purpose was to make her relax her vigilance.

She retreated a few feet in a row, the thick mist around her receded a little with the shock just now, and the range of vision expanded. Not far away, the ancient sword was suspended in the air, and the ghostly fire was burning on the surface. into a dark figure.

This is the real appearance of Que Mingcheng after abandoning his physical body.

The aura was still growing, and Que Qingyun judged that he might have used some kind of forbidden technique to improve her cultivation in a short period of time, and combined with the ancient Xuanhei sword, she wanted to kill her in one fell swoop.

The fact is exactly as she thought, Que Mingcheng originally wanted to save this last move to deal with Ji Bozong, but now it is at a critical moment, if he really waits for Ji Bozong to come, not only the soul skeleton will not be able to wake up smoothly, even he himself will be difficult to escape.

Now that the forbidden method of suppressing the bottom of the box has been sacrificed, it must be resolved quickly, and changes will occur if it is delayed.

The situation was reversed in an instant. After casting the ban, the cultivation base of Que Mingcheng was greatly improved, and the spiritual pressure in the soul was much higher than that of Que Qingyun. It is difficult for the naked eye to catch.

Que Qingyun barely avoided the initial tentative attack by relying on her keen intuition, but she was too late to respond when the flying sword's speed suddenly increased. The sharp blade brushed her throat. Although she avoided the vital point, the dissipated sword energy swept through her her chest.

The blood stained the red clothes in an instant, there was no way to avoid it, and there was no way to retreat.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the center of the eyebrows, and Que Qingyun's eyes flashed a dim light. He judged purely by intuition, and when he closed his hands, he trapped the ancient sword between his palms, blocking its momentum.

The overflowing sword glow cut open between her eyebrows, and the wound was superficially limited to the skin surface. Que Mingcheng let out a low cry, but Que Qingyun's reaction was so quick that she broke through her sure-fire sword.

Que Mingcheng let out a cold snort, and exerted force with his palms forward. The sword energy slowly advanced, and it was about to pierce Que Qingyun's forehead.

At this moment, a red light flashed across Que Qingyun's eyes.

Que Mingcheng sensed that fleeting aura, and his face suddenly changed in astonishment, his pupils shrank to the size of a pinprick, and his face looked terrified and unbelievable: "You! You actually..."

But he couldn't finish the rest of the sentence.

A gust of wind blew past, and the flames attached to the surface of the black ancient sword were completely extinguished. Que Qingyun's palms pressed against the sword body, and the heart of the palm was shaken, and fine cracks appeared on the ancient sword body.

Que Mingcheng backed away in panic, but Que Qingyun didn't give him a chance. He was startled by the red clothes, and he approached for a while, hitting Que Mingcheng's chest with several consecutive palms, beating his soul to the verge of fainting.

Immediately, five light blue soul flames ignited on Que Qingyun's fingers, and he slammed into the sky spirit in Que Ming City with his palm. The latter's soul body trembled wildly, trying to repeat the old trick and escaped in the form of black mist.

However, Que Qingyun guarded against his move, and the moment the five soul flames touched the soul, they connected end to end to form a ring, turning into a solid seal to imprison his soul.

"No!!!" Que Mingcheng guessed Que Qingyun's plan, and screamed horribly, struggling harder than before.

However, Que Qingyun looked at him coldly, she grabbed Que Mingcheng's soul, pushed him back quickly, and finally slammed into the black devil's tire.

The fetal silk that was previously entangled on Yu Lianxin's wrist was like a poisonous snake smelling blood, rushing towards him, holding Que Mingcheng's soul tightly, and sinking into his soul body.

The essence of the sun and the moon gathered in the ghost cultivator's body is much more delicious than the flesh and blood of Yu Lian's heart.

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