Chapter 62: Save

The strange ability Jing Ziwang faced at that time reappeared. Pei Ye's body turned into flowing flesh and blood, detaching from the sword tip.

And the moment this sword left his body, Pei Ye immediately discovered that the shadow in the sky was no longer receding.

'This sword can slash and extinguish the heart-spirit?'

And in reality, the counterattack came comprehensively and violently.

Frost stained Ming Qitian's clothes, and ghostly fire rose directly from her hair. Pei Ye's hand turned into sharp claws, digging toward her heart.

At the same time, the majestic golden pupils stared at her eyes. The supreme consciousness that covered Pei Ye and controlled Zhu Gaoyang landed on her heart lake through the authority of 【Quail Head】.

But this time, the invincible heart-spirit control had no effect at all.

She looked back at the golden pupils indifferently, not retreating but advancing, actually appearing directly in Pei Ye's heart-spirit realm, standing gracefully on the lake, looking up at the shadow that was slowly closing in the sky.

Frost and fire did have a slight effect, leaving a little damage on her clothes and hair tips. But before greater damage could be caused, Ming Qitian stepped away gracefully, and she was already behind Pei Ye.

Raising her hand was the second sword.

Equally wonderful, but clearly not from the same sword classic as the first.

As if to target the ability of bones and flesh like flowing water, this sword was a thousand swords and ten thousand swords, from all directions.

And Pei Ye's body didn't turn back, nor did the sharp claws reaching forward turn back, but instead grew rapidly from his shoulders toward his back.

This way of surprise attack clearly exceeded Ming Qitian's expectations. She dodged sideways, and Pei Ye immediately merged and pounced up.

He crashed into the sword Qi surrounding him with his body. Dozens of wounds split open, but they closed in a flash. The blood-stained golden pupils were indifferent, wanting to fight Ming Qitian at close quarters.

The remaining thousands of sword Qi behind were watching covetously, but Ming Qitian gently released the sword formula she was pinching with her left hand, not really letting them strangle him.

At the same time, her body tilted, avoiding the attack, and her right arm poured out a wonderful and beautiful sword light, piercing through Pei Ye's abdomen again.

Watching Ming Qitian use a sword must be a kind of ultimate beauty, but Pei Ye had no heart to observe the outside world at this moment, because the heart-spirit realm was also surging with waves.

Pei Ye didn't know where Ming Qitian's ability to enter the heart came from. There was no contract, no parasitism, and no bridge from 【Quail Head】. She just stepped in directly.

But this was a good thing after all, because the shadow in the sky finally had an opponent.

Sword Qi crossed the sky, and the shadow was erased one by one. The originally airtight coverage became somewhat broken.

The counterattack of the shadows was equally terrifying. Black, frost-like matter streaked across the sky, frequently wrapping Ming Qitian within it, but just as Pei Ye's heart tightened, she would always be able to break out of the cocoon and kill.

There must be countless dangers and complex games in it, but Pei Ye couldn't understand anything, only seeing sword Qi like white snow and shadows like dark clouds, crossing each other in the sky.

And the tiny white-clad figure among them was like a graceful little crane, shuttling back and forth, and the shadow on the sky was erased by a large or small streak from time to time.

Pei Ye leaned against the window and watched the battle anxiously, his straight gaze like a prisoner waiting for a break.

He never expected Ming Qitian to be able to occupy the upper hand. Although it was very weak, it was after all the first time he had seen a power that could confront this trace of divine will.

Hope rose. No wonder Zhu Gaoyang was so excited at the time—Ming Qitian, she really was an immortal.

Compared to the struggle in the heart-spirit realm, the danger of the external battle was easier to distinguish.

When Pei Ye raised his eyes to look, a bloodstain had already been left on Ming Qitian's white clothes.

That face had lips slightly pursed, bright eyes moving swiftly. Clearly, this battle was also not allowed to have the slightest mistake for her.

Pei Ye's gaze stuck to this face for a while, then swept across the surroundings, only to feel a shock.

How did the dense forest before become an open space?

Looking again, he saw the wood cut into pieces, charcoal burned by fire, and broken stones covered in frost.

After verifying that various strange arts were useless against the opponent, both sides had entered the stage of close-quarters combat.

Ming Qitian's sword technique was completely "skill approaching the Dao," and the depth and breadth of her learning made Pei Ye sigh in admiration. Many situations that made Pei Ye's heart tighten, thinking "it's going to be bad," were all resolved by her from a calm position with a casual sword.

Those completely different sword techniques were grafted at will and used freely in her hands. A conjecture that Pei Ye didn't even dare to believe himself popped up in his heart—at least a thousand sword arts must have been perfected to be so free and easy, right?

How is that possible?

Just as Pei Ye was astonished, Ming Qitian's gaze locked onto Pei Ye's body. A move she had been holding in her hand burst out like lightning, piercing through his body. Although the bones and flesh flowed away immediately, the shadow in the heart-spirit realm was erased again.

And this Candle World Sect god's fighting style was infinitely close to primitive instinct.

Perfect instinct.

He didn't master any so-called profound techniques of humans; instinct could maximize and efficiently use all the power he controlled.

He also didn't need to break sword moves, seeing through the various sword arts in Ming Qitian's hands, because these sword arts originally had no mysteries in his eyes.

Nothing more than the way of exerting force, the trajectory of movement, the flow of true Qi, the pulse of Mystic Qi... To him, heaven and earth had long since revealed all secrets.

Now in a disadvantageous position, it was because the power he had captured in this hour was far from being comparable to Ming Qitian. If Ming Qitian had arrived a few breaths later, after the Qiongqi and another purple-robed person were swallowed, it might have been a different scene.

Pei Ye watched for a while, and although he couldn't understand such a confrontation, he gradually discovered a strange point, which was that Ming Qitian seemed too obsessed with "using the sword to pierce the abdomen."

Or rather, she gave up other ways of attacking.

Many opportunities for attack that Pei Ye could see, Ming Qitian let go of without any reluctance.

Can't you pierce his throat here? Why don't those sword Qi shred his left arm? Wait, adding a sword here could pierce straight into his heart!

Suddenly he discovered another wrong point.

Where did the Qiongqi and the purple-robed person go?

Unfortunately, the vision of the body was not decided by him. He searched with the vision that flashed past... No, no need, because that tiger head with towering horns had already appeared behind Ming Qitian.

This was a counterattack from the Immortal Lord.

Suppressed from heart-spirit to body, he naturally wouldn't let himself be worn down to death like boiling a frog in warm water.

There was no chance to swallow for the time being, so he ordered the Qiongqi to swallow the purple-robed person.

And the Qiongqi, which had been parasitized for a long time, was originally his second body. 【62-56

The "relocation" proceeded without any obstruction.

Countless faint blue light spots erupted from within Pei Ye's body, surging into the Qiongqi behind him.

His will, along with all the power absorbed during this time, returned entirely into the tiger's body.

Now, the strength was sufficient.

A patch of shadow also remained within Pei Ye's body; when Ming Qitian turned to face the Qiongqi, she could restrain it from behind.

The moment Pei Ye felt the power draining from his body, he immediately understood this Immortal Lord's intention.

He was as sharp as ever, and as always, he had a decisive judgment of the situation.

It was a completely peerless, peak-occupying existence in the world. Even Zhu Gaoyang would be dazzled, and even Xi Wuqiu would be stunned.

This scene would forever shine in the youth's memory, forming the background color and obsession of his life, until many years later, when wiped, it would still be as clear as new. ===== CHAPTER 62 =====

Pei Ye watched in astonishment as she still thrust her sword toward him with a peaceful expression.

It was the abdomen again.

What kind of muddled decision is this? The enemy is behind you! If you miss this opportunity, how else can you kill It?!

A sword pierced the abdomen.

For the first time, Pei Ye regained his five senses: the cold, fine-textured sword body, the breeze stirred by her robes, and the calm face close at hand.

And the Qiongqi had already raised its claws behind her.

Would she rather endure this claw strike than fail to stab him first?

For a moment, Pei Ye doubted whether he had misjudged the situation again due to his limited perspective—could it be that he himself was the Immortal Lord's true killing move?

As his thoughts turned, 【Heart-Severing Glazed Glass】 had already erupted.

The shadows in his Mind-Spirit Realm were cleared away by a single sword strike, and the sky returned to clarity. It was as if the giant stone pressing on his heart had been removed, and the real sensation of having his body back under control made him unable to help but curl his fingers.

Then, a spray of hot blood splashed onto his face. The woman before him let out a low hum, and then his body felt light; he was carried in a leap of several yards, flying away from the battlefield.

Pei Ye looked blankly at the Qiongqi, which was growing more distant behind them: "Why... are you not fighting anymore?"

Ming Qitian turned her head back. The intense battle had caused a few strands of her bangs to fall, and as she tilted her head slightly, her voice remained as cool as water, just like that night.

"Didn't you say in the sword talisman that you wanted me to come save you?"