The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 80: Harvesting Souls and Sending Generals to Enhance the World's Favor

With a clang, Qin Ye pulled out the thousand blades.

As the audience exclaimed, countless broken blades of dim light shot out at once, sweeping out like a rainstorm of meteors.

Ding-ding-dang-dang, a series of sounds of metal clashing.

The twelve flying knives that slashed the immortals were suddenly trapped by the broken blades, as if they were being surrounded and kicked in a circle like bullies.

Then, the broken blades in the sky seemed to have their own consciousness. They separated into several piles and trapped the twelve flying knives, and the rest shot straight towards Jia Zhengliang.

As the saying goes, the layman watches the excitement, while the expert watches the details.

Jia Zhengliang was terrified at this moment. He knew very well how difficult it was to practice the art of controlling objects. It not only required talent, but also cultivation from childhood. He was gifted and it took him more than 20 years to master the twelve swords, but he was already hailed as a genius that only appears once in a century.

Then how did the other party manage to control all these objects in the sky?
Impossible! This is impossible!

How powerful a spirit would this require? Humans can't do this!

He really wanted to call his mother and ask her to come to Longhu Mountain to see the gods.

This was the last thought left in Jia Zhengliang's consciousness. His collapse made him completely forget to dodge. The next second, he was pierced through the body by a large number of broken blades and fell to the ground with a bang.

Upon seeing this, the referee on the high platform quickly jumped down to check Jia Zhengliang's injuries. Seeing that his injuries had avoided the vital parts, he looked at Qin Ye in shock, his heart filled with horror.

It's not enough that he can resist such a large number of broken blades, but he can also control them so precisely, which is really terrifying.

"Can we announce it now?" Qin Ye asked.

"..." The referee stood up and announced loudly: "Qin Ye vs. Jia Zhengliang, Qin Ye wins."

The audience outside was quiet for a moment, and then there was an uproar.

The outcome of the battle was indeed a foregone conclusion, and could even be described as overwhelming, but the winner had changed.

Feng Xingtong stared at the big screen in amazement: "Sister, it has to be you. How did you figure that out?"

"I've taught you a long time ago, don't jump to conclusions too early. The outcome is uncertain and they are all dark horses." Feng Shayan said in a melodious voice.

In fact, she was also quite surprised. It was probably a woman's sixth sense. Yesterday, she only felt that Qin Ye was a little unusual, but she never thought that Qin Ye could beat Jia Zhengliang. After all, the latter's twelve flying knives were too intimidating.

After leaving the arena, Qin Ye returned to the back mountain.

During the entire Luotian Grand Ceremony, he would only watch the scene where Wang Ye performed Fenghou Qimen. He had no interest in anything else, including the summoning of spirits and dispatching of generals.

I don’t know if I went in the wrong direction, but it feels like the weakest of all the Eight Great Techniques.

Unconditional control of spirits sounds very cool, but in actual combat power it is about the same as that of a Chu Ma Xian Er. In fact, without a powerful spirit, it is even worse than a Chu Ma Xian Er.

Although it is possible to swallow souls to increase lifespan, this is obviously a big pitfall. One's own soul is like a complete egg. If one swallows too many souls, the egg liquid will accumulate more and more until the eggshell cracks.

If the soul is cracked, it will have a weakness, and it will probably become a "general" who can capture spirits and send generals.

Walking in the mountains and forests, Qin Ye's thoughts were in turmoil.

I found a man and a woman walking towards me. The man was the young man who had fought fiercely in the grass yesterday, and the woman was a different person.

After relieving himself yesterday, Qin Ye looked at the puddle on the ground and suddenly remembered that this young man was Wang Bing, the eldest son of the Wang family.

Lu Chen is a dandy young man who is spoiled by Wang Ai and thinks he is the sun and the whole world should revolve around him. Compared with him, he can be considered gentle and elegant.

"Hey, it's really fate that I met you again. It seems that God wants me to teach you a lesson."

Wang Bing raised the corner of his mouth and gave a sinister smile.

"Boy, you didn't hear me when I told you to stop yesterday, right? Come here and bark like a dog, and I'll consider sparing your life."

Qin Ye was speechless and looked around.

Seeing that he didn't say anything and was looking around, Wang Bing's anger rose again due to his disregarding attitude.

"Hurry up, come here, didn't you hear me? Don't waste my time. I still have to go to the competition after listening to the dog barking. Fuck, why do I still have to compete? The Tongtian Scroll should have been given to me directly! You, I don't want to say it again, get out! Come! Over here!"

Wang Bing had a sinister look on his face, and his tone was as if the whole world had to obey him. Every word he said was an order, and he was extremely arrogant. It was obvious that Wang Ai's doting had distorted his psychology.

"Over there, didn't you hear Young Master Wang calling you over? Come quickly and learn to bark like a dog. Young Master Wang's time is very precious."

His female companion also looked impatient and urged him with a sullen face. Her originally exquisite beauty looked extremely ugly in this attitude.

Qin Ye chuckled, and walked forward as if he had obeyed, saying lightly: "To be honest, you really shouldn't change your female companion."

He hadn't thought about it at first, but he accepted the offer to capture the spirits and send the generals.

Wang Bing saw him coming and the corner of his mouth curled up, his eyes became even more arrogant. He pointed his finger at the ground and shouted:
"What the hell are you talking about? If that bitch hadn't stopped me yesterday, do you think you'd still be standing here? Get over here and bark like a dog. If you dare to say a word again, I'll pull your tongue out..."

Wang Bing suddenly paused while speaking because he saw a red line appearing on his outstretched arm.

pat!

Half of the arm fell to the ground, staining the ground red with blood.

"what!!!"

The men's screams mixed with the women's screams composed a beautiful melody.

Wang Bing covered his broken arm with his other hand and backed away repeatedly, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was extreme anger and disbelief.

"How dare you attack me? How dare you! Do you know who my great-grandfather is? Do you know who I am? This world exists to welcome me. How dare you!!"

He gnashed his teeth and was hysterical, and it seemed that along with his arm, his distorted outlook on life was broken.

A normal person would choose to escape in this situation, but he didn't have that idea. It seemed that it was more in line with his concept that others committed suicide.

"Just wait, just wait, I want you to die! I'm going to peel off your skin! I'm going to peel off the skin of your entire family! I'm going to imprison your souls, ravage them day and night, and finally devour them!"

Wang Bing spoke fiercely, his eyes radiating light, and a dark spirit suddenly emerged from his body. He grabbed it with one hand and stuffed it into his mouth in big mouthfuls, while his aura rapidly increased.

But it was in vain. Qin Ye made a light horizontal slash with an expressionless face, and Wang Bing's movement stopped instantly.

There was anger, questioning, and ferocity in his eyes, and besides that, there was also a hint of fear that he had never felt before.

He wanted to say something, but his lips trembled slightly and no sound came out.

The head slowly slid down, and scarlet blood splattered!
"Since you like barking so much, you should be born into a good family and become a dog in your next life. You can live a few more years."

[Receive Innate Qi (Medium): Life Essence +3.1]

[World Favor +1%]

Qin Ye turned his gaze towards the woman who had already been frightened silly, raised his sword, and sent her and Wang Bing together.

After doing all this, he raised his hand and shot out a beam of scorching flame, burning the corpse to ashes, then turned and left.

On the other side, the arena.

"Next match, Wang Bing vs. Tie Ma Liu. Enter the stage."

"Contestant Wang Bing, please come on stage..."

"Is the king here?"

After shouting for a long time, the man still did not come on the court. The referee was helpless. He knew that this young master of the Wang family had a bad temper and was domineering. He did whatever he wanted, so it was not surprising that he gave up the game.

He glanced at the stands and saw the old man of the Wang family who had come specially to watch his precious grandson compete.

At this time, the old man had a worried look on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The referee ignored it and announced directly when the time was up:
"Wang Bing was unable to play due to timeout, so Iron Horse and Horse won."

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(End of this chapter)