Chapter 370

Deng Yuxiang dragged the long Night-Slaying Broadsword and walked forward in the forest, faster and faster.

Looking at this posture, it seems she wants to skip all the formalities and start the battle directly?

In the center of the field in the distance, Liao Wushuang naturally sensed the monstrous fighting spirit of the young woman.

"Hmph." Liao Wushuang gave a cold sneer.

The ring-headed blade stuck in the snow flew up abruptly, and the hilt fell accurately into the master's palm.

Deng Yuxiang's aura surged, her high ponytail almost fluttering horizontally, and she stepped out of the snow forest.

Liao Wushuang pointed the ring-headed blade at Deng Yuxiang from afar, killing intent filling her eyes, the ring-headed blade buzzing.

At this moment, both sides met eyes.

They read the meaning of the other party from each other's eyes.

Fight?

Fight!

Amidst bursts of exclamations, both sides didn't have a single word of conversation and directly started the life-and-death battle!

"Isn't there a greeting, not saying anything?"

"What else is there to say? It's just life or death now."

"That's right! One wants to break the obstacle in front, one wants to defend their own Dao. These two River Estuary Realm great powers might not have had a grudge before, but they are definitely mortal enemies now!"

"Isn't it about snatching the divine weapon domain? How did it fall on the person?"

"You, you are still too young! Our Lord Bei Feng sect relies on the blade to cultivate upward."

"Which truly powerful Lord Bei Feng disciple isn't one with the blade, heart and blade as one, and finally person and blade as one?"

"In this battle, one of the two blades will definitely shatter! Think about it, what is the consequence for the person who loses?"

"Hiss..." The young Lord Bei Feng believer gasped.

Looking at the battlefield again, only wild winds were sweeping.

Deng Yuxiang had just killed her way out of the snow forest, having traveled no more than twenty or thirty meters, and was at the peak of her aura when a tornado rose out of thin air.

In the center of the field, Liao Wushuang's face was cold, one hand reaching forward.

Energy surged in her palm.

Lord Bei Feng Divine Technique, Lord Bei Feng Howl!

When Lord Bei Feng disciples spar, according to the unspoken rules, they are not allowed to cast tornadoes.

Of course, now it's a life-and-death battle; there is no such bullshit rule.

Liao Wushuang's attitude is as always: A goshawk catching a rabbit also uses its full strength!

You want to build momentum?

You want to make a clean sweep?

You're dreaming!

Just like in the past few months, Liao Wushuang had challenged Deng Yuxiang three times!

On the sparring field, she seemed to show mercy.

But the act of suppression was done with full strength.

She severely ravaged this up-and-coming generation who coveted the "rivers and mountains."

She trampled and crushed the other party's ambition again and again!

Or rather, from Liao Wushuang's perspective, what someone was carrying was not ambition, but wolfish ambition!

Should a senior with a prominent status and high position like Liao Wushuang do this?

She just did it.

A person's personality is different, the living environment is different, and the choices are naturally different.

Liao Wushuang was born in the mid-seventies, and her childhood completely experienced the initial stage of the descent of gods and demons.

That was a chaotic era that later generations cannot imagine.

That was a dark era where thousands upon thousands of people were displaced and struggling to survive.

In order to live,

People would stop at nothing.

The so-called life creed was deepened again and again in the process of fighting for food and fighting for survival opportunities.

At the age of seventeen, Liao Wushuang was fortunate enough to receive the mercy of heaven.

Strictly speaking, her talent and aptitude were not quite up to par.

But in that era when the gods were in urgent need of believer resources to consolidate their rule, she was lucky enough to mix into the Lord Bei Feng camp.

However, what awaited her was the same fate as most Lord Bei Feng believers.

The fate of cannon fodder.

She was assigned to a veritable suicide squad, entered the demon cave at the feet of the gods, and went to the front line to "fill the holes."

As everyone knows: the demon caves at the feet of the gods themselves are all managed by the gods' subordinates and the sect's disciples.

From then on,

Living was still Liao Wushuang's life creed.

It didn't change because of the change in status.

She struggled to survive in the piles of dead people in the human world, and turned into struggling to survive and living a precarious life in the sea of blood and mountains of corpses in the depths of the demon cave.

But she survived.

Crawled out again and again.

This is the choice of will, and even more so the favor of fate.

The war in the human world gradually subsided.

The war in the depths of the demon cave, however, had no day of cessation.

In the endless years of war, on the battlefield where life and death were intertwined, Liao Wushuang understood a truth:

Victory,

Is life!

Defeat,

Is death!

This is a concept that equates to each other.

I want to live.

I want to live!

And I will definitely live!

So...

"Whoosh!!"

Tornadoes rose one after another, rolling up the frost and snow on the ground, turning into terrifying snow tornadoes.

Deng Yuxiang was entangled in wind waves, shuttling rapidly, dodging repeatedly.

The aura she had accumulated was forcibly interrupted.

While dodging in a sorry state, between the gaps of two snow tornadoes, Deng Yuxiang's pair of bright beautiful eyes met Liao Wushuang's ruthless pupils.

Both sides' lines of sight intertwined.

Liao Wushuang's killing intent boiled!

Young descendant, twenty-two years old, River Estuary Realm, Third Stage!

This is a well-deserved human prodigy, with terrifying talent far exceeding ordinary believers!

Deng Yuxiang, a proud and bright young person, is incomparably enviable, and even more so makes people jealous.

In the future, Deng Yuxiang will definitely be an existence she has to look up to!

So this battle, she must die!

Just shatter that Night-Slaying Broadsword?

No!

The blade, in the final analysis, is cultivated by the person holding it.

The Night-Slaying Broadsword can be shattered three times, ten times, one hundred times!

As long as Deng Yuxiang is still there, as long as her spirit is still there, as long as she is still proud and moving forward...

Then maybe one day, she will bring the next Night-Slaying Broadsword to her front.

At that time, will she spare my life again?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

How could I possibly bet?

And how could I possibly hand my life over to her palm?

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Liao Wushuang swung her hand fiercely, and a full 16 wind blades pierced forward.

At the same time, wind waves surged all around.

Liao Wushuang's feet were entangled with wind, and she darted toward the distance rapidly.

Sure enough, a tornado spun open, rolling up the snow on the ground, turning into a terrifying snow tornado.

The Lord Bei Feng believers' hearing far exceeded that of ordinary people, and they all heard the sound of blades clashing.

16 wind blades, with a momentum that covered the sky and earth, sprinkled toward Deng Yuxiang.

Another 16 wind blades rose to meet them.

Needle against wheat awn!

Amidst the "clanging" sounds, snow tornadoes spread out on the field.

The battle between River Estuary Realm great powers is indeed earth-shattering.

Frost and snow danced wildly in the sky, and wild winds raged on the battlefield.

People outside the field couldn't see what was happening on the battlefield at all.

Deng Yutang clenched his fists.

The layers of wind and snow rushing into the forest even made him unable to open his eyes.

He tried very hard to see something clearly, but it was in vain.

Bai Manni covered her face, and besides praying secretly in her heart, she couldn't do anything.

Let alone Red Scarf believers or Curse Master believers, even the Lord Bei Feng believers watching the battle from the sidelines were mostly unable to judge the movements of the two human great powers.

Lord Bei Feng Divine Technique, Listen to the Wind, can indeed listen to the sound of the wind.

It's just that the battlefield was too chaotic, the information was too complex, and it was indeed difficult for anyone but a true powerhouse to lock onto the positions of both sides.

Lu Ran locked on!

He didn't have the Lord Bei Feng sect's Listen to the Wind, but he had the Evil Dog clan's Evil Consciousness!

"So... so fast!"

Lu Ran stood at the edge of the snow forest, his face grim.

Since the start of the battle, his heart had gradually fallen to the bottom.

Liao Wushuang is worthy of being a warrior tempered in the depths of the demon cave and in the midst of war!

Ordinary human believers all killed their way out on the night of the fifteenth or in city defense missions.

The gap is obvious!

Such a fast blade, such a ruthless person.

It's been so long, and there hasn't been a single redundant movement.

All are vital points, every move is fatal!

"Crack!"

Lu Ran tilted his head slightly, trying hard to listen.

The two are in close-quarters combat.

The sound just now was probably the sound of the blade being chipped.

Lu Ran's face changed slightly.

Great Nightmare, you can't fight hard!

The other party's ring-headed blade is a grade higher than the Night-Slaying Broadsword.

In the snow forest in the distance, Hu Jiaojiao looked unbearable.

As a River Estuary Realm great power, she naturally heard a little bit too.

"Grandpa, why do you think Yuxiang is unwilling to surrender?" Hu Jiaojiao asked in a low voice.

Beside her stood a tall old man.

Although he was gray-haired, he was spirited, and his aura was incomparably vigorous.

If Lu Ran saw this old man, he would probably see him as an overbearing, heavy Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

The old man closed his eyes, his face showing no expression, and said lightly: "Jiaojiao, there is a type of person in this world.

They would rather die than surrender."

Hu Jiaojiao's expression was complicated, she opened her mouth, just about to say something, but looked up abruptly.

Just from this one action, one could see the strength of the people.

The vast majority of Lord Bei Feng disciples watching the battle had no reaction at all.

And Lu Ran, who looked up first, saw two figures fighting fiercely in the high sky.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Frost and snow filled the battlefield, still gradually falling, while the high sky was clear.

Two Lord Bei Feng great powers were walking on flat ground in the air, and the battlefield gradually formed a clever balance.

Thirty-two wind blades divided into two groups.

One group besieged Liao Wushuang, one group killed Deng Yuxiang.

Deng Yuxiang held the Night-Slaying Broadsword with both hands, wrapped in thick divine power, opening and closing, splitting the surrounding wind blades.

Liao Wushuang held the ring-headed blade with one hand, her movements extremely simple, her offensive incomparably fierce.

Lu Ran's eyes widened!

Such a simple blade strike.

Such efficient slaughter!

Liao Wushuang, with an absolutely crushing posture, easily handled the crisis on the path ahead and flew straight toward Deng Yuxiang!

Behind her, there was still a group of wind blades chasing.

Liao Wushuang didn't care!

The ring-headed blade buzzing and trembling in her hand dragged a long blade mark from the tip of the blade.

Lord Bei Feng Divine Technique, Residual Wind Mark!

This technique is known as the number one single-target point-killing technique below the River grade!

And the River grade Residual Wind Mark, although it can't be number one, is definitely in the first echelon!

"Come, descendant."

Liao Wushuang's voice was hoarse, making people's spines feel cold.

Her white hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a pair of eyes with shocking killing intent.

Deng Yuxiang's eyes froze!

Must not fight hard!

She couldn't care about much, flicked her two fingers, and a tornado bloomed in the air in front of her.

At the same time, Deng Yuxiang fell rapidly toward the lower diagonal.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

"Crack!"

In just an instant, Deng Yuxiang, who was forced to change moves and cast spells, was stabbed in the waist, back, shoulder, and neck by four wind blades one after another.

The Lord Bei Feng sect's Wind-Shattering Armor she was wearing shattered with a bang.

It doesn't matter, Deng Yuxiang also has the human believer general technique, Water Flow Armor.

But the problem is, the River grade Wind Blades with shocking force, while stabbing and slashing Deng Yuxiang, also interfered with her flight speed and direction.

"Whoosh!!"

A tornado rose suddenly, swallowing Deng Yuxiang's slender figure.

Liao Wushuang firmly grasped the fleeting opportunity!

Entering the game with her body, holding the blade and stabbing straight into the storm.

Her voice became more and more eerie and hoarse, as if there were tens of thousands of dead souls contained in her body, speaking with her:

"Come, descendant!"

On this road of living, it is destined to be full of white bones.

I have lived for more than forty years.

Lord Lord Bei Feng threw me into the demon cave, letting me struggle and stumble for nearly thirty years...

They die.

I live!

(End of chapter)