Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"A swordsman?"

Xi Duanhong chased after him out of the room, but Jian Zhichi had already rushed several miles away.

His supernatural consciousness completely overwhelmed his reason, and the illusion of war and fire reignited, locking onto Mo Qingchi and Sui Wuduan who were walking towards him.

"what!"

With a wild cry, the holy sword was drawn from his chest. With the sword within reach, his figure blurred and he rushed forward, unleashing a powerful sword aura.

A familiar killing intent drew nearer from afar. Mo Qingchi raised a cold eyebrow: "As expected, it is the Lone Swordsman. I'm taking precautions for no reason."

"Today I will clear my name of all injustice, my sword will be swift and powerful!"

Su Wuduan pointed his fingers like a sword, and suddenly unleashed his sword intent, striking the sinner with overwhelming force.

Mo Qingchi had already fought against the sword at close range and knew how terrifying the Holy Sword and the Sinner were. He placed his hand on Mingyi Zhengsheng behind his back, looking for an opportunity to strike decisively.

boom.

The two sword energies clashed, and Sui Wuduan was no match for the power of the holy sword, and was defeated and forced to retreat.

"Clear Ink, Without a Trace!"

At the critical moment, Mo Qingchi's sword intent burst forth, and the Confucian innate sword energy clashed with the divine sword of the three religions, Shenque, instantly unleashing a deafening roar, causing the Beacon Fire Illusion to become unstable.

"Ho!"

Driven mad, Jian Zhichi roared and charged forward again, disregarding his own casualties, channeling his true energy to its limit, and fiercely slashing at Sui Wuduan.

"Clear Sharpness and Jade Dust!"

"Zhaofeng Yuchen!"

Seeing the criminal's desperate struggle, Mo Qingchi feared that Sui would suffer an undeserved loss, so he raised his sword again to praise the merit.

In an instant, the sword soared into the heavens, stirring up the wind and clouds. Three powerful sword intents exploded, completely destroying the illusionary realm.

"vomit!"

"Without reason!"

Amidst the dust and chaos, Jian pierced Sui Wuduan with a single, powerful strike, but was also sent flying by Mo Qingchi.

Mo Qingchi disregarded the single-faced criminal and hurriedly checked on Sui Wuduan's injuries.

Fortunately, the injury was to the right chest; although the wound was deep, it was not fatal.

"For no reason, I will take you back to Defeng Ancient Road for treatment."

“Holy Priest, the sinners must also be brought back.”

Mo Qingchi looked again at Jian Zhichi's injuries, which had affected his internal organs and were more serious than those of Sui Wuduan.

Just then, a deep blue cave suddenly appeared behind Mo Qingchi, from which a palm silently emerged.

"puff!"

Mo Qingchi was caught off guard and was severely injured in the blink of an eye, his blood splattering three feet high.

"The land of marshes and rivers is now a battlefield, how can the people find joy in their simple lives? Please do not ask about the pursuit of titles and honors, for the success of one general is built upon the bones of ten thousand."

A blue-clad man wearing a ghost mask and waving a white bone fan emerged from the dark cave and bent down to draw the holy sword that was inches from his chest.

Mo Qingchi struggled to his feet: "So you're the mastermind behind the Single Edge Sinners."

"The Confucian sage, who has dedicated centuries to the cause of the single-faced criminal, reveals the truth to you before his death. Can such a ghost be considered merciful?"

"Her crimes are heinous!"

Ignoring the pain of the sword being so close, Ghost Qilin Master forcibly pulled out the Holy Sword, held it up before his eyes and exclaimed, "Autumn frost cuts through jade, its power shakes the heavens, truly worthy of being nurtured for sixty years."

"Who are you anyway?"

"This was originally a grand feast carefully prepared for you, but the Ghost has lost interest. Let's end this game here."

With a cold glint of sword light, Ghost Qilin Master slashed at Mo Qingchi without hesitation.

Just as Mo Qingchi was about to die, an even more powerful sword light flew in and blocked the holy sword.

"The Three Lights Weapon?"

How do you know this is an instrument of the Three Lights?

Hao Xing Tanlong slashed with his sword, first saving Mo Qingchi, and then Shao Hao and the other three arrived in front of Gui Qizhu.

Despite being surrounded by four people, Ghost Qilin remained calm and composed: "Haoxing Tanlong, the Father of Illusion, the best among men, I wonder which one is your true identity?"

Shao Hao interrupted him: "That's the question I should be asking you: which one is your true identity?"

Chapter 365 The Ghost Qilin Lord was burned to death by divine fire

Outside the Golden Villa, Hao Xing Tan Long Yi Jian saved Mo Qing Chi and then pressed towards Gui Qi Zhu.

"I have only ever drawn the Three Lights Divine Weapon in front of Chu Tianxing and Tianji. How do you know about it?"

Even though he was caught red-handed, Ghost Qilin's voice remained nonchalant: "The abilities of ghosts far exceed your imagination."

"Was it you who implanted the Triangle Spirit in me back then?"

What bargaining chip do you have to get the ghost to tell you the answer?

Haoxing Tanlong was furious: "Then I'll reveal your trump card!"

Ghost Qilin's masked face was expressionless, but his voice was full of sarcasm: "I originally intended to take the Holy Sword and leave, but since you want to play at the table, then you'd better stay alive to see the cards in your hand."

"As you wish."

Hao Xing Tan Long didn't know any sword techniques, but that didn't stop him from drawing his sword. San Heng Zhao Shi slowly unsheathed his sword, wafting a blue-purple light.

Ghost Qilin put away the White Bone Fan, and with a wave of the Heavenly Mirror in his hand, a powerful sword intent pierced through the clouds and shattered the sun, condensing into an ultimate sword strike.

The wind pressed down on the sky, the clouds pressed down on people, and the terrifying sword intent gradually flowed in all directions.

While the two were fighting, Shao Hao helped up the injured Mo Qingchi and gave him a simple treatment with an eighth-grade divine power. Then he said, "You are both injured. Why don't you return to Defeng Ancient Road first?"

Although there was a manipulator behind Jian Zhichi, bringing him back was enough to prove that Sui was innocent. After a moment's thought, Mo Qingchi stopped teasing him.

"Thank you all for saving my life."

"As it is necessary, I will ask Liuguang to escort you on your way."

"Thank you."

Saving lives was the priority. Xiao Liuguang picked up his sword and, together with Mo Qingchi and Sui Wuduan, headed towards the Defeng Ancient Road.

After Mo Qingchi and the others left, Shao Hao looked again at Hao Xing Tanlong and Gui Qizhu's sword strike.

As the saying goes, great effort can produce miracles. The two men, who were not skilled with swords, used their unparalleled foundations to wield their swords as if they were knives and axes, hacking at each other.

However, the swordsmanship practiced by Yunhai Immortal Sect, from Jiutian Xuanzun to Tianji, Jun Fengtian, and Yun Huizi, are all swordsmen. Since the true form of Guiqi Master is very familiar with it, his understanding of swordsmanship is naturally higher than Haoxing Tanlong's.

In terms of fundamentals, Fei Chang Jun is a level above Hao Xing Tan Long, and is even the strongest among the Heaven, Earth, Man, and Law Clouds.

Purple light illuminated the sky, holy light shone brightly, piercing the azure heavens above and opening up the Yellow Springs below.

The two holy swords stirred up a thousand miles of gale-force winds and collided with a deafening roar.

The powerful sword energy shot out in all directions, affecting an area of ​​hundreds of miles in an instant. Peaks were carved into valleys, rocks fell like rain, the earth collapsed, and nearby vegetation turned into dust that filled the sky.

Looking at the two again, amidst the myriad sword energies, Ghost Qilin remained unmoved, while Hao Ran Tanlong's clothes were pierced by countless tiny holes by the sword energies, and the ground beneath his feet was cracked inch by inch.

Seeing this, Ghost Qilin put away the Heavenly Mirror and took out the White Bone Fan, shaking it: "The sword is a good sword, but the person is too weak."

"It's time to settle your score with me. Let my sword take over yours."

Henwu Peak slowly took a step.

"Hate Wufeng, you are a pawn of the Ghost Clan. You are not qualified to challenge the Ghost Clan. Today's game ends here."

Ghost Qilin Master glanced at Shao Hao, then a door opened in the space behind him, and he drifted away.

Hateful that Wu Feng could not catch up, he slashed at the void with his sword.

"He got away again!"

He can't escape.

A smile appeared on Shao Hao's handsome face, and he immediately activated an eighth-grade divine power: "Eighth-grade Proliferation - Divine Power of Will - Spiritual Source Infusion - Manifestation of Time and Space!"

In an instant, a thin line composed of floral and tree spiritual energy appeared in the void, extending forward continuously.

Shao Hao, along with Hao Xing Tan Long and Hen Wu Feng, followed them and arrived at Jue Long Ferry in the blink of an eye.

In the Sea of ​​Awakening Dragon, there is a Xuanhuang Island, which is the place where Jun Fengtian killed the True Ghost Qilin Master in the Battle of Blood River.

After Jun Fengtian left, Fei Changjun secretly went to Xuanhuang Island and picked up the mask and the White Bone Fan of Gui Qizhu.

To cover his tracks, the fake Ghost Qilin Master continued to use Xuanhuang Island as his base, and this time was no exception.

The waves roll and the sound of the surf remains unchanged.

Before Ghost Qilin Lord could even cross the sea and land on the island, Shao Hao and his two companions caught up with him.

"Wait here."

"How?"

Shao Hao laughed heartily; as it turned out, he had indeed broken the Ghost Qilin Lord's spatial magic.

"No matter where you flee, you cannot escape the grasp of death."

"Death, hahaha!"

Ghost Qilin Lord laughed loudly, "I do not believe in heaven, I do not believe in earth, I do not believe in fate, and I do not believe in gods!"

"You don't need to believe in Death, because Death only takes your life."

A fierce wind and surging waves, the tide roars to the sky.

Shao Hao's golden curly hair echoed the waves, and his deep blue eyes were as profound as the Awakening Dragon Sea behind the Ghost Qilin Lord.

No, it was deeper than the sea, gradually swallowing up heaven and earth.

The white bone fan in Ghost Qilin's hand stopped waving, and he slowly walked towards Shao Hao.

Shao Hao reached out to stop Hao Xing Tan Long and Hen Wu Feng from making a move, and quietly watched the approaching Ghost Qi Zhu.