881: Chapter 455: Reversal_2 881: Chapter 455: Reversal_2 “Indeed, they all talk tough, but once it cos to action, each is more cowardly than the last….”
He sighed faintly as he turned around, waving his hand:
“Let this matter end here….”
“Buzz—”
Before his words fell, Qin Weishu’s neck hairs suddenly stood on end, and a cold breath of death rapidly approached.
But he showed no fear; instead, his eyes briefly sparkled with excitent as he abruptly tilted his head, and in the next instant, an invisible blade ford by will-spirit narrowly grazed his neck!
Feeling the heartbeat of life and death closing in, an inexplicable thrill surged within him.
If his reaction had been a mont slower just now, he might have been decapitated.
It seed that this youngster…
really dared to kill him.
Qin Weishu turned back towards Xu Yuan’s direction:
“Have you decided to make your move?”
“You just said my elder brother’s Dao heart was shattered by Xu Changge with three strikes, correct?”
“That’s the truth, you want to deny it?” Xu Yuan said with a smile.
“Deny it?
No, no, no.”
Qin Weishu’s lips curled into an excited smile, making his androgynously beautiful face sowhat sinister:
“I’m just informing you that my elder brother’s talent was actually quite average.
If I had been of the sa generation as that eldest son of the Xu Family, such a disgraceful event would never have occurred for the Qin Family.”
“….”
There it was again.
After Lü Bu’s death, everyone boasts the bravery of Lü Bu.
Since they weren’t from the sa generation, what’s the harm in a bit of bravado?
Xu Yuan wasn’t bothered by the other’s boasting; these proud spirits of heaven were always blindly arrogant until their pride was forcibly broken.
Qin Weijiu was like this, Mu Hongli was like this, and this Qin Weishu naturally followed suit.
Xu Yuan chuckled, shaking his head, and thus decided not to waste any more words with his opponent.
But just as this thought arose, he noticed a cluster of blue flas quietly erging from the deep, dark mist behind his head!
Just as Xu Yuan thought this fla was about to explode, a sharp blade suddenly pierced through the blue fire with a “whoosh” sound!
The sharp blade moved, and the Sword’s Chant roared like a dragon.
Barely dodging to the side, Xu Yuan caught a glimpse of the cold gleaming sword blade and felt its undulations, inadvertently narrowing his eyes.
This spellcraft was rather interesting.
It had a whiff of spatial fluctuation within it.
Yet, what concerned Xu Yuan more was how, enshrouded in the black mist and with Qin Weishu’s cultivation, he could pinpoint Xu Yuan’s position so accurately.
There were so doubts in his mind, but not many.
The black mist was a concentration of his will-spirit, inherently providing concealnt and detection resistance.
The Blood Essence teoring Art’s soul-devouring secret technique turned will-spirit into a Slash Strike.
The two combined and rounded up could almost be deed a destitute version of a Dao Domain.
How could he lose when a body lded with the Dao Domain clashed against one without?
“You dodged it, huh.”
Tens of ters away, Qin Weishu’s hand flickered with deep blue flas as he spoke with an amused tone:
“It seems I can enjoy this a little bit….”
“The difference between arrogance and self-confidence is just one word.”
Xu Yuan glanced at the spell sword glowing with subdued blue light by his face, speaking calmly, “However, you do deserve so arrogance for finding my position in this black mist.”
Qin Weishu dodged the nurous Soul Blades that rolled towards him as elegantly as a dancer, not annoyed, dodging while asking cheerfully:
“Oh….
what about next then?”
As the words fell, the blue fla in his hand suddenly flared, and the sword blade resting by Xu Yuan’s face suddenly changed direction to a horizontal slash—if not dodged in ti, his head would be directly cut in two.
That is to say, if the youngster opposite wanted to avoid this sword, his next move would be to duck down.
Dozens of blue flas erged and swelled up in front of Xu Yuan, with hints of cold light brewing amongst them.
Qin Weishu planned to seal off his escape, but the scene before him proved sowhat unexpected.
That youngster didn’t move as predicted, instead, rely glancing at the blue flas that erged around him and then stepping toward him.
He did not dodge or evade, apparently intending to take the spellcraft head-on.
Seeking death.
So regret crossed Qin Weishu’s mind.
Even the Great Grandmasters in the clan didn’t dare to take his Secret Sword Sky Orchid head-on.
Here was a re Integration Body who dare to be so presumptuous without testing the waters.
In the silence,
The dark blue light of the fla illuminated Xu Yuan’s cheeks amidst the black mist.
“Da….”
With a soft sound of footsteps, the first spell sword Sky Orchid struck Xu Yuan’s temple.
“Da…”
Taking a second step, the cold light of the blades that erupted from the dozen blue flas struck his body—thigh, arm, chest, head—all at once.
They were completely blocked…
At the mont when the sharp blade touched Xu Yuan’s body, the excitent in Qin Weishu’s eyes began to climb.
This young Sect scion of unknown na and origin was truly strong, capable of instantly killing anyone of the Sa Rank.
His spell swords dissolved upon contact with a thin mbrane encircling Xu Yuan’s body, and increasing the flow of Origin Qi was futile.
“Da…”
He took a third step, and the first clump of blue fla quietly extinguished.
“Da…”
On the fourth step, the spell swords dissolved, the blue flas scattered, and all went silent within the black mist as the footsteps continued to resonate ghostly.
And then the voice ca softly through the darkness:
“Are you…
done?
Then, I shall begin.”
This indifferent tone irked Qin Weishu.
He opened his mouth to speak, but a sword’s edge was already striking from behind him.
Wasn’t this person a Soul Cultivator?
Why was his physical speed so fast?
Questions arose in his mind, but he didn’t panic; Qin Weishu turned and grabbed, his hand wrapped in blue flas, directly grasping the oncoming sword blade.
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