Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 183 The Sword of Righteousness (1+1)

"Li Qingfeng! Ah, no, that's not right..."

"Fellow Daoist Li!! You're back?! You've successfully broken through?!"

"So fast?!"

Accompanied by flashes of lightning, the rain intensified.

Yang Ping, who was leaning against a clump of muddy water, saw the person who came through the rain and felt as if his master had slapped him in the face. His spirits immediately lifted.

Excitedly, she looked the boy up and down, trying to discern the difference between the Foundation Establishment stage and the Qi Refining stage.

However, whether looking at it or sensing the magic power within his body, he did not feel any difference.

Apart from looking a bit more handsome after changing his clothes, he seemed to have changed no other way.

I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of a difference in our levels of understanding that I couldn't see through it.

Li Qingfeng, who was standing in front of him, turned slightly to meet his gaze and understood the expectation and curiosity in the other's eyes.

After a moment of silence, he spoke in the same tone.

"Something came up and caused a delay."

He then offered no further explanation.

Instead, he turned around with a somewhat serious expression.

He looked at the tall, humanoid monster in front of him, who was staggering to his feet, wearing ancient fish-scale armor and covered in purple fur.

"So this is the purple-haired corpse? It's really troublesome."

Recalling the journey through the rain, he saw Yang Ping lying on the ground, seriously injured, about to fall victim to this evil creature.

In a moment of desperation, he simply threw the sword over.

To compensate for his lack of ranged attack power, he often practiced throwing techniques while learning sword moves and stances.

The righteous sword, carrying immense force, plunged directly into the monster's head, which was significantly larger than that of a normal person.

However, the scene of nails being driven into flesh and bones, which was originally expected, did not appear.

A moment later, Li Qingfeng, who had been moving in a blur, caught the righteous sword that had been knocked away.

Only then did he realize that his attack had failed to even scratch the skin.

He quickly changed his move from a thrust to a kick, taking advantage of the opponent's unsteady center of gravity, and used the force of the sudden charge to kick him backward, causing him to fall backward.

It's clear why Yang Ping, with his many tricks up his sleeve, ended up in such a sorry state.

Based solely on that one strike.

Li Qingfeng, who had extensive experience fighting demons, could tell that the purple-haired corpse in front of him, ranked tenth on the demon list, was definitely not just a name without substance.

It even feels more challenging than fighting a group of vengeful ghosts.

If we fail to break through their defenses in one strike, it won't instill any fear in them whatsoever.

Qingfeng still remembers that he encountered a malevolent red-clothed ghost that had been causing harm just half a month ago.

After a prolonged and fruitless attack, the blade pierced flesh and struck the soul, yet it seemed as if it were striking thin air, passing right through the body.

Relatively speaking, the purple-haired corpse in front of him was physically strong.

However, judging from his reaction time, he failed to dodge his own attack. In terms of reaction and agility, he seems to share the common weakness of zombies.

With enough sustained effort, even breaking through skin, flesh, tendons, and bones won't be a problem.

Compared to Yang Ping's mortal body, Li Qingfeng was confident that he could fight like this for several days without any problem.

For example, when he encountered the ghost village in the mountains, he killed nine people without stopping for a whole moment before he had annihilated all the ghosts in the village.

Since he concentrated his breath in his dantian, Yang Ping has lost all sense of his physical limits.

The only thing that makes him hesitate now is the weapon in his hand.

Think about this.

He glanced down at the gleaming blade in his hand; a barely perceptible crack on it seemed to have deepened.

Zombies are inherently resilient, and this purple-haired zombie's body is even more formidable.

He was not afraid in the slightest when he fought against them.

However, he worried that the blade in his hand would be damaged by the opponent's body, which he had just displayed and whose hardness was in no way inferior to that of a magical artifact.

Holding the sword, he hesitated to strike, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

The zombie that had been kicked to the ground got up again, roared, and charged forward.

"Roar!!"

It seems that the kick just now also angered the zombie.

With red eyes, he rushed towards the two of them.

Upon seeing this scene, Li Qingfeng's mind stirred, and he quickly leaped a few steps to the side.

as predicted.

Then he saw the zombie, ignoring Yang Ping who was unable to get up, rushing straight at him.

Li Qingfeng was happy to see this, so he didn't retaliate. Instead, he ran a short distance away, leading the zombie away from the area where Yang Ping was lying.

This also avoids the fight going to the other side.

Once I felt it was about right, I settled my feet.

They watched as the tall, armored zombie, resembling a humanoid war chariot, thundered towards them.

He simply sidestepped, narrowly avoiding a collision.

Having missed its target, the zombie, unable to stop in time, slammed one of its claws down on a low wall behind it.

Then came a loud bang.

"boom!!"

After a loud bang, rainwater scattered, and the thick reinforced concrete wall was shattered by the impact.

The steel bars inside also flew out, bent and twisted.

Li Qingfeng, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

He was secretly shocked, never expecting that this clumsy, stiff, and tall zombie would have such terrifying attack power.

He quickly jumped back a few times to create distance, and silently compared the distance in his mind.

He then discovered that the attack he had just received was far more terrifying than any of his own full-force sword strikes.

He was also quickly thinking about it in his mind.

"...It seems that we should avoid a direct confrontation and instead use cunning to overcome it."

Having devised a basic countermeasure, he swayed and then vanished.

Then, they were also eager to test just how terrifying this purple-haired defense was.

Seeing him turn around, he immediately accelerated and leaped into the air, slashing his sword diagonally at the side of the neck of the slightly slower-reacting purple-haired master.

"Clang—!"

A sound like metal clashing rang out.

This leap into the air, using the momentum of the downward slash to deliver a full-force sword strike, was no longer a fruitless endeavor.

Under Li Qingfeng's gaze, the scene seemed to slow down.

The blade of the Righteous Path Sword slowly cut into the flesh, and a stiff, sluggish feeling, like cutting through cowhide, came through in my hand.

But under this full-force slash, it was instantly cut open, followed by the destruction of muscles and tendons.

The wooden blade, gleaming with a cold light, finally collided with the spine of the purple-haired corpse's neck and shoulder, producing a buzzing sound like metal clashing.

"Buzz!!"

At the same time, Li Qingfeng also felt a tremor in his hand.

He quickly kicked the other person in the side waist, sending him flying through the air.

Using this momentum to retreat a considerable distance, he finally landed steadily on both feet.

Then he watched as the tall, armored zombie turned around, its crimson eyes glaring at him once more.

Similarly, with the movement.

The entire side of his neck and shoulder was ripped open, revealing a deep wound that exposed the bone.

Thick, foul-smelling, reddish-brown blood oozed out, but it was quickly washed away by the heavy rain, revealing a dark blue, hardened cut.

It appears that, compared to the burns and skin injuries that were originally scattered all over his body, the burns on his cheeks are much more noticeable.

If this sword were to strike an ordinary person, it would be an understatement to say that they would be seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Li Qingfeng, who had kept his distance and stood with his sword in hand, showed no joy on his face; his expression remained solemn.

Others may not know much about him, but he has been traveling around for a long time, eliminating demons.

Whether stationed at the Tomb of a Hundred Kings or outside, they encountered many zombies.

Countless others fell to the sword.

Zombies are evil spirits, devoid of spirit or soul, merely a mass of flesh and blood driven by resentment and malevolent energy.

There is no such thing as a vital point; even if you cut off its head, it will still move without hesitation.

The sword sliced ​​through half of his neck, reaching the bone, and appeared to be quite deep.

However, if its bones cannot be severed, then it is impossible to even stop its movement.

His eyes were fixed on the zombie's every move in the distance, while he mentally estimated its movements.

Even though the purple-haired corpse had already been worn down by the garrison troops and Yang Ping earlier.

But if I were to unleash a full-force attack like that just now, it would probably take more than a dozen strikes to inflict serious damage.

If the goal is to kill them, the number of kills would probably more than double.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frown slightly and glance at the long sword in his hand.

If that were the case, the sword in my hand would probably break before I could even seriously injure the zombie in front of me.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

"Ho ho ho!!"

At this moment, the armored zombie, its neck slit and its roar indistinct, charged forward again with a roar and a raging wind.

As the sound drew nearer in an instant, Li Qingfeng stood frozen in place, his knuckles turning white from gripping the air so tightly.

"Whoo~"

He let out a long breath, listening to the increasingly close roar of the zombies, his eyes instantly turning resolute and sharp.

"Come die!"

With a sharp shout, he immediately lowered his body, turning stillness into motion.

With a speed no less than that of a charging zombie, it charged straight at them, leaving afterimages behind.

"boom!"

The moment the two collided, a series of explosions and collisions rang out, and the dense raindrops around them were scattered during the collision.

The sword flashed as it left its sheath, whistling and chirping as it cut through the air.

The purple-haired corpse's iron armor rattled with every movement, and the vibrations from its claws striking the air and hammering the ground reverberated.

For a moment, the two figures crisscrossed each other in the vast wasteland, creating a dazzling spectacle.

Yang Ping, who had already straightened up by holding onto the iron frame, stood there with his mouth wide open.

He raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face, staring in astonishment at the battle unfolding before him.

"...This? Fellow Daoist Li really hasn't broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage? He can fight the purple-haired corpse to a standstill just because he's at the Qi Refining Perfection stage?"

Although they knew that Li Qingfeng's cultivation technique was very strong and had almost no weaknesses among those of the same level.

But according to the records, the purple-haired corpse was at least a demon equivalent to the Foundation Establishment stage.

Even in terms of physical strength, they are slightly superior.

Even though this purple-haired corpse has been weakened by previous exertions and has many weaknesses, it would be too incredible to expect to be able to hold its own against it for the time being.

Looking back on my previous embarrassment, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

They simply watched as the two forces battled back and forth.

Li Qingfeng inflicted deep, bone-revealing wounds on the zombie, but was also struck and sent flying several times.

The sight of a body flying backward and crashing through the rain with a loud bang was painful to watch, and Yang Ping knew it all too well.

But having exhausted all his methods, he was out of options and could only watch helplessly, growing increasingly anxious.

He gritted his teeth and made a vow in his heart.

If I survive this, I must find a method that is not restricted by talismans and magical artifacts.

...

And here.

"Qiang——!"

Li Qingfeng swung his sword again, and with a clang of metal on metal, the blade struck the zombie's exposed neck bone once more.

On the already scarred white bones, another window was left, scattering a handful of bone fragments.

And in order to find shelter, he slashed out with this sword.

As a result, despite trying her best to twist her body, she was still caught on the side by the zombie's outstretched hand.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, Li Qingfeng was sent flying.

Adjusting his body in mid-air, he finally managed to glide backward a considerable distance with his knees slightly bent before regaining his balance.

He drew his sword, ready to defend himself, and glanced at the spot on his shoulder where he had been struck.

The uniform coat there had been torn in five places, revealing smooth, well-defined muscles underneath.

I looked inward again, sensing my own body.

He realized that the attack had consumed another portion of his magic power to defend against it.

Now, he has less than half of his magical power remaining.

This attack was originally aimed at his head and could have been dodged.

But along the way, Li Qingfeng also knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

They could only avoid vital points and resort to trading blows to try and end the battle quickly.

In the few minutes of fighting just now, he played to his strengths and avoided his weaknesses, relying on his agile movements to make every sword strike hit the target.

Several times, he bravely withstood the powerful claw strikes of the armored zombie and managed to sever its neck.

Looking at it now, the zombie's neck and shoulders were mostly broken off as it ran, hanging precariously in front of it.

Li Qingfeng glanced at the righteous sword he held in his hand.

After more than ten head-on clashes, the cracks on the blade have now spread to the entire blade.

The sheer density of the vegetation makes one fear that it might scatter across the ground at any moment.

Looking at the wooden sword in his hand, which had accompanied him all the way, he realized that this was the sword he had been carrying.

He couldn't help but frown, feeling a pang of heartache.

But soon, the zombie, whose neck had been severed by more than half, staggered and charged forward again, interrupting his thoughts.

At this moment, facing the rapidly approaching zombies again, Li Qingfeng once again charged forward.

He transformed all the frustration and resentment in his heart into an increasingly sharp swordplay.

With a fierce look in his eyes, he struck his opponent with each blow, each strike heavier than the last, severing most of the neck.

Due to the change in the offensive, during the exchange, he was once again scratched and stabbed several times by the zombie's hand, which was as big as a person's chest.

Fortunately, the Dharma body protected him, and only his clothes were damaged, without harming his body.

until the next moment.

"Qiang——!"

"Crack!"

As the sword flashed with cold light, a piercing cracking sound suddenly echoed.

"Peng!"

With a dull thud, a heavy object fell to the ground.

The zombie's enormous head, severed from its last connection by this single sword strike, crashed to the ground. Its gaping maw, full of fangs and blood, continued to open and close before finally rolling into a nearby murky puddle.

At this moment, Li Qingfeng also widened the distance with several leaps.

"...It should be about right..."

He stood still again, staring at the headless zombie that looked like a headless fly, and mentally estimated that he had reached the "kill line".

He flicked his sword, ready to do something.

However, his movements froze the next instant.

He felt something was off about the righteous sword in his hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

He immediately frowned and examined the sword in front of him.

At this moment, it was seen that the entire sword was covered with fine, spiderweb-like cracks.

A fragment also fell down during the shaking, but fortunately, Li Qingfeng caught it with a quick wave of his hand.

"... "

By the dim light, Li Qingfeng stared at the Righteous Path Sword in his hand, which looked like porcelain and was about to shatter at any moment, and remained silent for a long time.

Dense raindrops fell, flowing down the tilted blade of the sword.

Looking up and around, the heavy rain made the view somewhat blurry, but I could still see quite a few swaying figures gathering around.

He made up his mind and suppressed his reluctance.

Facing the headless but still mobile, tall, purple-haired corpse, Li Qingfeng slowly raised his sword again.

"This sword is named Righteous Path, remember it well."

After whispering this sentence.

With one step forward.

"Om!!"

A buzzing sound rang out, and the raindrops around it were instantly shattered into mist.

A burst of light suddenly shone from the rain.

One could see a string of triangular talismans tied with a simple red rope on his chest, shimmering with a bright white light.

As this step was taken, it floated out automatically from his neck, stretching out gracefully.

next moment.

"call-!"

The talisman exploded into streaks of dazzling white light, which, like swallows returning to their nests, merged into the upright, cracked righteous sword.

In an instant, the entire blade emitted a shimmering luster.

With a thought flashing through his mind, Li Qingfeng used the talisman he always carried with him and felt the change in the Righteous Path Sword in his hand.

With a sudden inspiration, he sheathed his sword and extended it horizontally in front of him.

With a thought, he slightly loosened his grip.

The sword, emitting a soft white light, was suspended in mid-air.

Having done all that, Li Qingfeng turned his gaze away from the sword.

He then turned his cold gaze to the approaching, unaware of the situation, purple-haired corpse.

His eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand, forming a sword-like finger that pointed forward.

"disease!"

With a clear shout, the lustrous sword light transformed into a streak of light and shot straight out.

The entire longsword was so fast that its shape was almost invisible.

In the blink of an eye, it had already pierced the chest of the zombie's armor.

That body, which should have been stronger than steel, was as soft as tofu in an instant.

The sword plunged directly into the hilt.

next moment.

The world became silent.

"boom--!!"

With a single, decisive strike, a towering pillar of lightning was instantly drawn down.

Like a giant sword reaching to the sky, it enveloped the purple-haired corpse whose chest had been pierced, and crashed to the ground with a thunderous roar.

The deafening roar was accompanied by a flash of light, making it seem as if the world had lost its color.

All that could be heard, both before my eyes and in my ears, was the deafening roar of thunder and the blinding flash of lightning.

And this seemed to trigger a chain reaction, causing the thunderous impact of the falling pounding stone to suddenly disperse.

It split into dozens of streaks, like swords cleaving the sky, blasting zombies within a kilometer radius into charred remains.

Amidst the thunder, Yang Ping, who was leaning against the iron frame, felt his jaw stiffen as he stood there.

He stared at the proud figure standing tall amidst the lightning before him, speechless.

"...Me, what the hell? This...uh!"

Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly felt that the iron frame I was holding was a little hot.

Before anyone could react.

The next moment, a sharp, tingling sensation spread from my hand throughout my entire body.

Immediately, everything went black and he lost consciousness.

However, in this chaotic scene, no one noticed his fallen figure.

And here.

Because of his protective Dharma body, Li Qingfeng was not blinded or deafened by the intense thunder and blinding lightning.

Looking at the scene before him, which seemed to be a great wrath of heaven and earth, he was somewhat stunned.

I had thought that the amulet my master gave me would be very powerful, but I never expected it to be this exaggerated.

A wave of emotion welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but sniffle.

"Master..."

Facing the lightning, in a bright white field of vision, I vaguely saw my master's graceful figure.

However, he disappeared in a flash.

He muttered to himself, realizing that he missed his master too much.

Come to your senses.

The thunderstorms have gradually spread outwards and thinned out.

He then walked towards a charred skeleton not far away, from which wisps of smoke were rising.

...

Everything came quickly and went quickly; countless lightning bolts, each thicker than a water vat, ceased striking after dozens or even hundreds of strikes.

At this moment, Yang Ping, whose body had straightened and whose hair was standing on end, suddenly shuddered and once again used the iron pillar to help him get up.

I felt like my consciousness had been drifting for a while.

I opened my eyes again and surveyed the scene before me.

The memories in my mind quickly connected with the scenes before I fell into a coma.

The previous thunderstorm has subsided.

Recalling the horrifying scene before he fell into a coma, Yang Ping couldn't help but feel lingering fear.

I couldn't help but look up.

I discovered a large, well-defined area in the sky, already beginning to twinkle with stars.

Clearly, the thunderstorm just now not only turned the zombies within a kilometer radius on the ground into charred remains.

Even a large portion of the thunderclouds in the sky dissipated.

It was as if a hole had been torn in a curtain that covered the sky.

The clear moonlight shone down, brightening the surrounding dark night.

"...That's really exaggerated."

He couldn't help but look up at the sky and sigh, then limped to his feet and walked towards the scorched earth not far away.

"Ouch~ That's weird, why does my face hurt so much?"

"I don't remember ever getting my face injured..."

...

Here, Li Qingfeng, standing beside a pile of charred and withered bones, was bending down and picking through the remains.

First, they pulled the relatively intact sword hilt from the thick spine, though the surface was covered with charred marks and cracks.

The remaining blade shattered in the gaps between the massive skeletons left behind by the zombie.

Faced with the shattered sword fragments scattered on the ground, Li Qingfeng bent down, ignoring the charred corpses that emitted a strong stench.

They were getting soaked in the rain, but they were intently picking through the items.

But soon, the pockets of the clothes were overflowing.

Ignoring the charred stains on it, he ripped off his robe.

He held the muddy fragments in front of his chest.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them.

This made him pause slightly.

However, he quickly guessed who it was and continued with what he was doing.

"Fellow Daoist Li, what have you done? Does this zombie have an inner core?"

Yang Ping staggered as he looked at Li Qingfeng, who was bent over searching through a pile of charred bones, with some confusion.

However, upon getting closer and seeing what was in the pocket on his chest, he shut his mouth.

Feeling a little awkward, I rolled my eyes and thought for a moment, then changed the subject if I brought up something else.

"...I heard from the garrison that the zombies have broken through the blockade. You came from outside, what's the situation in the city now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingfeng, with his exceptional eyesight, searched through the wreckage and found the fragments of his Righteous Path Sword one by one.

He tore off a large piece of his robe, tied it tightly, held it in his hand, and stood up.

"I've dealt with the people intercepting the support troops, and Tan Hui has also mobilized nearby troops that can arrive quickly."

"Not many, but evacuating the people and setting up temporary defenses will not be a problem."

As he spoke, he turned around and looked at his friend whom he hadn't seen for most of the day.

My gaze lingered for a moment on the Taoist robe that was almost completely soaked in blood.

He then moved away, looking at the blood-stained and flustered face.

That is, I understand what it means.

"Casualties are inevitable, but the situation is relatively stable."

"I came in alone for two reasons: first, to find you, and second, to kill the powerful zombies before they get close to the defense line, so as to avoid too much pressure on the defense."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ping also raised his head and looked around.

What came into view were piles of black ash, charred into coke, from the lightning bolts that had struck them earlier.

This move alone probably wiped out no less than a hundred zombies.

I couldn't help but nodded secretly.

This will definitely relieve a lot of pressure on the defense.

He then changed his tone and staggered toward the city lights behind him.

"Let's not delay any longer, let's go out!"

"The remaining main force should have already withdrawn, and with their addition, the defensive pressure should be much less."

"It's a pity about those tanks and rocket launchers."

"Also, I just got the news. There wasn't just one purple-haired corpse that rushed out of the tomb, there were at least two more. Speaking of which, Li... eh?"

"Bang~"

The two were walking side by side towards the exit, with Yang Ping muttering to himself incessantly.

Perhaps it was being rescued in a crisis, or the excitement of seeing friends again.

He was so engrossed in talking that he didn't pay any attention to where he was stepping.

He was limping, but his legs were moving incredibly fast in order to keep up with Li Qingfeng's speed.

The result is the next moment.

"Clap~"

As he took a step, he tripped over a thigh bone left behind by a zombie that had been chopped to death.

He fell straight forward and landed on the ground.

"... "

"...Fellow Daoist Yang?"

Li Qingfeng looked at the yellow-robed Taoist priest beside him, who had fallen directly into the muddy water.

His expression shifted from slightly speechless to gradually furrowing his brows, revealing a hint of surprise and uncertainty.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

In his perception, the moment the other party lay down on the ground, there was absolutely no sound.

Even within the realm of cultivation, spiritual energy dissipated in an instant.

It was as if... one's body had died and one's spirit had vanished.

He called out and then stared cautiously at the motionless person on the ground.

One minute later…

Just as he calmly prepared to lift his close friend's body with his bare hands and bury him,

Suddenly, the "corpse" lying motionless on the ground twitched violently.

Then, to Li Qingfeng's slightly widened eyes, he supported himself with one arm.

"Bah bah bah!"

"I was so busy talking that I've really overexerted myself. I'm so weak that I can barely walk."

Yang Ping, supporting his upper body, first spat out the muddy water in his mouth.

He gave a somewhat awkward explanation, then staggered but managed to stand up strong and get back to his feet.

"Hey? What are you standing there for? Let's go."

Yang Ping got up again, brushing off the dirt and mud from his body, and stumbled forward.

Noticing that the person next to him was standing still and hadn't followed, he turned around, his voice filled with doubt.

As he made this movement, the wound on his back, which had been hidden by the soaked Taoist robe, reopened.

Li Qingfeng, who was a step behind, also noticed this scene when he glanced around.

My eyelids twitched involuntarily.

After a slight hesitation, he stepped forward and pressed down on the other person's shoulder.

"You're too badly injured. Let me take you out; it'll be faster that way."

Without saying a word, he turned the other person sideways and tucked them under his arm.

With each step, a whooshing sound arose, and in a few leaps, they darted far away.

"Hey! Be gentle! Be gentle! I feel like my ribs are going to break! Ugh!"

Caught off guard by this sudden action, Yang Ping, who was rushing forward, quickly began to protest.

But instead, they were immediately hit with a mouthful of rain and cold wind.

"Li, cough cough! Fellow Daoist Li! I'm really fine! Please put me down!"

"What...wait! Stop! There's something going on in the city!...Holy crap! Terrorists!!"

(End of this chapter)