Chapter 540

Fear gripped his heart.

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Seeing this.

Meng Zhangqing frowned slightly.

What does that mean?

Why is he running even faster?

My attitude was clearly very friendly, wasn't it?

It seems the friendliness displayed isn't enough yet.

I must increase the intensity, to let this 'one-time best friend' feel my 'sincerity'.

Thinking thus.

Meng Zhangqing mobilized the sword intent within his sea of consciousness.

It all surged into the Chixiao Sword.

Chime!

Chixiao immediately let out an excited sword cry!

A single slash was unleashed!

The void trembled, the seawater exploded, rising three thousand zhang!

"Damn it!"

Xu Fengquan's soul nearly fled his body.

Didn't we want to become friends?

Why is he getting more ruthless with every strike?

"Blood Sutra? Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell!"

Xu Fengquan gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

He had obviously used a secret technique with massive consumption and severe aftereffects.

Boom!

Before the sword light arrived, Xu Fengquan suddenly exploded, turning into countless drops of blood that densely scattered and fled in all directions.

Bang bang bang!

The vast majority of the blood was still swept by the sword light, turning to nothingness.

"This secret technique."

Meng Zhangqing sheathed his sword.

A bright light appeared in his eyes.

This escape technique was something he had never seen before; it was truly excellent. He had no idea in which drop of blood Xu Fengquan's spiritual consciousness was hidden.

However, the damage to his own body must have been immense.

I wonder how long it will take to cultivate back.

But since it is an escape secret technique,

survival naturally comes first; everything else is unimportant.

"In certain aspects, demonic path methods do have their merits."

Meng Zhangqing mused.

Actually, top-tier demonic arts do not have many side effects.

Because their cultivation conditions are quite harsh, unlike lower-level demonic arts that anyone can cultivate.

Without any restrictions.

Perhaps I can try a few in the future, picking out a couple that are particularly useful.

Thinking this.

Meng Zhangqing vanished from the spot.

He did not have the energy to track them drop by drop.

However, as if sensing something, he still kept a watchful eye.

The sea breeze blew.

The world grew quiet.

In the blink of an eye, an incense stick's time had passed.

Only to see a drop of blood appear in the void, gradually forming into a head.

It was Xu Fengquan!

But his aura was listless, extremely weak, like a dying candle in the wind, the kind that would go out with a single touch.

"Damn it, what a huge loss!"

"I don't know how long it will take to refine it back!"

"This trip to the Barbarian Sea has essentially ruined me!"

Xu Fengquan's face showed hatred. "Meng Zhangqing, I will never make peace with you!"

"Alright, I understand."

Suddenly, a calm voice slowly rang out.

Xu Fengquan's pupils instantly contracted sharply.

As if falling into an ice cellar.

He turned his head with great difficulty.

Before his eyes.

Stood a tall figure.

The smile on his face was clearly one that felt like a spring breeze, yet in his eyes, it was more bone-chillingly cold than the dead of winter!

"How could this be."

Xu Fengquan could not believe it.

"If you had hidden a little longer, I might have left,"

Meng Zhangqing said with a smile, "I was only guessing at first; you might have played the trick of hiding in plain sight. I never expected it to be true."

"It seems we truly have a connection."

"Destined by fate to become friends."

"I!"

Xu Fengquan seemed unable to accept such a reality.

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

His lone head floated miserably in the void.

"Pretending to be dead?"

Meng Zhangqing frowned.

He then drew his sword and struck down fiercely.

It stopped just in time as the blade neared his skin.

"It seems he really has fainted."

Meng Zhangqing sheathed his sword.

But then again, it was only natural.

After using the secret technique, Xu Fengquan was already utterly exhausted, and now his little trick had been exposed by him.

A double blow to both body and spirit.

He naturally could not withstand it.

He fell completely into a coma.

"As long as the temple remains, that is enough."

The corners of Meng Zhangqing's mouth curled slightly upward.

He then took out a jade box and placed the head inside.

He intended to take it out again after some time.

By then, he believed this close friend should have recovered quite well.