Chapter 158

Purple thunder descended, covering Tartaglia.

Under the flashing thunder, Tartaglia didn't care about making any probes.

The strength he could exert reached its limit instantly, and even, at this moment of extreme life crisis, Tartaglia made a breakthrough.

But Tartaglia couldn't care about being happy at this time.

The life crisis feeling Keqing brought him was too powerful.

To be honest, the last time he had this feeling was when Tartaglia fell into the abyss and saw those huge eyes.

The long-lost feeling of fear rose uncontrollably in Tartaglia's heart, resisting his body's instincts.

This feeling that made him want to give up...

He hated it the most.

Once he had this feeling, he fearfully put down his weapon.

No one would say he was cowardly; after all, not many people knew about that, and even if they did, facing such a strong enemy, it was expected.

But for Tartaglia, this was a humiliation.

He didn't want to have such humiliation a second time in his life.

Keqing looked at Tartaglia quietly; she didn't expect that under the dual pressure of her sword intent and divine sense, Tartaglia could still pick up his weapon.

It made Keqing put away her arrogance as a cultivator slightly.

Cultivators are very powerful, but the world is full of wonders.

A madman like Tartaglia who abandons life just for the sake of battle is worth looking at.

But...

That's all.

A sword shadow condensed behind Keqing, without a trace of elemental power.

Tartaglia's pupils shrank slightly, somewhat shocked.

In Teyvat, even the power of the seven gods must be elemental power.

Why is the power this Sword Immortal uses...

Purely without a trace of elemental feeling, that is a more advanced power.

Elemental power seems to be not worth mentioning in it.

Moreover, there is a sense of urgency that makes him feel like he is facing the suppression of heaven and earth.

Bizarre!

Too bizarre!

Tartaglia didn't dare to be careless, preparing to fly up and strike first.

But the next moment, Tartaglia couldn't help but curse in his heart.

All the power he mobilized turned into a star-sea giant whale that surrounded himself.

I saw Keqing above, the sword shadow that was just emerging behind her.

Swiftly split into two, and then quickly increased crazily like an exponential explosion.

In the blink of an eye, the sky behind Keqing was covered by dense, transparent sword shadows.

And each one gave Tartaglia an extremely terrifying life crisis feeling.

Tartaglia was a bit indignant.

Clearly agreed to just one sword...

This is almost ten thousand swords, right?

Do immortals also engage in this kind of "no martial virtue" trick?

It's just that all kinds of complaints hadn't had time to brew for long, when Keqing pointed at Tartaglia lightly.

The dense transparent sword shadows behind her tore through the air instantly and stabbed at Tartaglia.

With so many sword shadows across the sky, the place they passed seemed to instantly turn into a vacuum world, and the storm rolled the clouds in the sky to both sides suddenly.

Looking from afar, a huge sword mark appeared on the horizon.

The sword shadow hadn't arrived yet, but the terrifying sword pressure made Tartaglia's bones creak.

After a while, when the first sword shadow lightly pierced the protection of the star-sea giant whale.

The overwhelming sword shadows completely swallowed Tartaglia.

At the same time, Tartaglia realized.

All his defensive measures had failed, or rather, facing this strange power attack.

All elemental power defenses melted instantly like snow meeting lava.

The pain coming from all over his body told Tartaglia that he was now riddled with holes.

It might look like a hornet's nest.

Gradually, he couldn't even feel the pain anymore.

When the last sword shadow pierced his chest, Tartaglia fell to the ground with a bang.

That towering mountain peak was also shaved off the top by Keqing's ten thousand swords.

Looking at the dying Tartaglia below, Keqing shook her head helplessly.

"The Sword Control Art is still not home, barely able to mobilize the energy of heaven and earth to turn into sword shadows; if it were the Sect Master, I'm afraid all the knives and swords within a thousand miles would be summoned."

"Even turning into a real sky-piercing divine sword."

Regarding Tartaglia's miserable state, Keqing just took a look and withdrew her gaze.

The other party provoked first, and she just dealt with him easily with a casual sword.

She had already left a way for Tartaglia to live, but he couldn't hold it himself.

Besides, there is still a breath now.

Even if the Fatui say anything, Keqing doesn't care.

Moreover, if Keqing really wanted to kill Tartaglia, she wouldn't use the Sword Control Art.

But the Tiangang Sword, combined with the Qingshuang Sword, a light touch, Tartaglia not being split in two is already Keqing's lack of skill.

Tartaglia is not weak, but in the end, the power on his body does not belong to him.

It's just relying on the original Vision, roughly having the strength of an intermediate demon god attendant, paired with the Delusion and Foul Legacy, this kind of ability.

It should be between an advanced demon god attendant and a top-tier demon god attendant.

In Teyvat, it is already considered very powerful.

But in the end, it's still that problem; if Tartaglia doesn't rely on the Delusion and that power that doesn't belong to him, reaching the level of an advanced demon god attendant.

This sword, although uncomfortable, can barely be received, at least not near death.

But his strength that suddenly improved is ultimately too vain.

In the eyes of a cultivator who pursues a solid foundation, such power is simply a mess.

Keqing looked at Tartaglia, whose breath was becoming weaker and weaker, and shook her head, turning into a stream of light to continue flying to Jueyun Karst on her sword.

This battle just now didn't count as a battle for Keqing, just a rest during the journey.

Her real battle is still in the Nine Nether Secret Realm tomorrow.

However, Keqing didn't notice that Tartaglia,

A force different from elemental power suddenly surged within his body, a force that did not even fully belong to Teyvat.

His riddled body was slowly recovering, and his aura did not continue to weaken but instead began to slowly restore itself.

Barely opening his eyes, Tartaglia looked straight at Miss Keqing, who had already flown away from the backlit area.

But in his haste, he only saw her back.

The most prominent feature was her long purple hair, tied up in the shape of cat ears.

A purple cat-eared immortal?

He had never heard of such an immortal in Liyue!

Could this be the person who caused that huge commotion the other day?

That didn't seem right either...

Although the opponent's strength was terrifying, she didn't seem like someone who could cause that kind of commotion.

But Tartaglia had no time to think about these things now; he struggled to look at his own body.

Having been slashed by ten thousand swords just now, his whole body was covered in sword marks, and this was even after it had improved somewhat.

Otherwise, there would have been gaping holes everywhere.

He wanted to try lifting a hand, but now, other than being able to control his eye movements, he couldn't do anything else.