Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Chapter 82 A single sword strike shatters the illusion, the power of sword intent!

Zhao Zhijing knelt on the ground, his forehead still covered in mud, but he froze completely.

In this desolate wilderness, under the moonlight, he killed his own junior brother.

Isn't this a bad idea?

"Dragon Girl————"

He looked up, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace. "This—this—"

"Can't bring yourself to do it?"

Little Dragon Girl looked down at him and said casually, "Then you should die in his place!"

Zhao Zhijing's face turned completely pale.

He turned to look at the scattered branches and leaves in the bushes. Zhen Zhibing was leaning against the broken tree trunk, blood still seeping from his mouth, his thin face covered in blood.

But those eyes were still eerily bright, staring intently at the white figure in the moonlight, as if everything around her did not exist, and she was the only light in the world.

Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth, stood up, and picked up the longsword that Zhen Zhibing had dropped.

The sword gleamed coldly in the moonlight. His fingers trembled twice on the hilt before he gripped it tightly.

"Junior brother."

His voice was hoarse, forced out from deep in his throat, "Don't blame your senior brother!"

Zhen Zhibing finally shifted his gaze from Xiaolongnu and glanced at Zhao Zhijing.

There was no fear, no anger, and not even any resistance to death in that glance.

There was only a vague sense of relief, like a traveler who had trekked thousands of miles and finally saw the sign of the end.

"Senior brother."

His voice was very soft, almost carried away by the mountain breeze, "Let's do it!"

Zhao Zhijing suddenly pushed his hand away.

The longsword pierced Zhen Zhibing's chest, passing through his ribs, and the tip emerged from his back, embedding itself in the soil behind him.

Zhen Zhibing's body trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, flowing down his chin and staining his clothes red.

But his eyes never closed.

Those eyes passed over Zhao Zhijing's shoulder, over the thin mist floating in the moonlight, and landed on Xiaolongnu.

"Dragon Girl————"

His lips moved, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible, but each word was enunciated clearly, "This life—"

"To die over something related to you"

"I have no regrets."

As he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile.

The smile looked particularly eerie on the blood-stained face, yet it also carried a morbid piety.

My eyes finally closed.

Little Dragon Girl stood there, looking down at the lifeless face, her lips twitching slightly.

That damn simp, he's already dead, yet he still has to disgust himself with himself.

#!

Therefore, those who fawn over their idols never meet a good end; the ancients were right.

Brothers (sisters), please don't be simps!

Xiaolongnu withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Zhao Zhijing.

The man was kneeling on the ground, his forehead pressed to the ground, his whole body trembling, and he kept muttering words of begging for mercy.

"You're a slut too."

She spoke, her voice as cold and clear as ever.

Zhao Zhijing nodded repeatedly, forcing a relieved smile: "I—I really am a slut—"

"Hehe~~"

Little Dragon Girl interrupted him, tilting her head, "You can kill your own junior brother to save your own life, and you can also kill your own master, your own fellow disciples, and anyone in the world to save your own life."

"I'll do anything, kill anyone, as long as you live!"

Zhao Zhijing's smile froze on his face.

"A person like you is a menace to the world."

Xiaolongnu's voice was soft and her tone was not harsh, even carrying a hint of nonchalance, "Keeping you in this world, who knows how many more people you'll kill."

Zhao Zhijing's expression changed completely.

He sprang up from the ground and turned to run.

This time, he exerted all his strength, his internal energy circulated wildly, and he ran like the wind on the mountain path.

Under the moonlight, his figure appeared and disappeared among the shadows of the trees, moving at an astonishing speed, covering dozens of feet in the blink of an eye.

Little Dragon Girl did not pursue him.

She simply stood there, her white robes fluttering gently in the night breeze, the moonlight shining upon her, illuminating her cool and jade-like face in every detail.

Raise your right hand, bring your index and middle fingers together, and point out with your sword fingers.

A streak of icy blue sword light shot out from his fingertips.

The sword light was initially just a wisp, as thin as a hair, almost invisible in the moonlight.

But the moment it leaves the fingertip, it suddenly surges.

A chill swept out, freezing the moisture in the air into fine ice crystals that fell to the ground.

Under the moonlight, a huge, ice-blue sword shadow appeared behind Xiaolongnu.

The sword shadow was over ten zhang tall, its entire body formed from condensed ice-blue light, with black mist swirling around its blade, like black snakes slithering across the ice.

The outline of the sword shadow was blurred, and its specific shape could not be seen. Only an extremely sharp sword intent could be felt emanating from it.

The sword intent was icy cold and its sharpness was fully revealed.

The vegetation on the barren slope withered instantly under the sword intent, and a layer of white frost condensed on the leaves.

The soil on the ground began to crack, and the cracks spread in all directions from Xiaolongnu as the center, as if an invisible hand was tearing the earth apart.

Little Dragon Girl pointed her sword.

The icy blue sword shadow moved in response and slashed down fiercely.

The entire world fell silent at that moment.

Silently.

The trajectory of the falling sword was clearly visible in the moonlight, like an icy blue waterfall cascading from the sky, cleaving the night in two.

Zhao Zhijing's running figure suddenly froze.

He didn't even have time to turn around, or even to let out a scream, before the sword light cleaved him through the middle.

The body is neatly cut in half from the left shoulder to the right hip.

Before the blood could even splatter, it was frozen by the chill contained in the sword light. The two halves of the corpse remained in a running posture, rushing forward two steps before crashing to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

However, the sword light did not stop.

It continued forward, cutting through the bluestone slabs on the mountain path, cutting through the soil and rocks on the ground, cutting through everything that stood in its way.

A very long and deep ravine stretched out along the mountain path, several meters wide and bottomless, with smooth, mirror-like edges, as if it had been cut in one go by something extremely sharp.

The ravines stretched all the way to the foot of the mountain, into the depths of the distant pine forest, and disappeared into the vast night.

Little Dragon Girl withdrew her sword.

The icy blue sword shadow slowly dissipated behind him, turning into countless ice crystals that shimmered with tiny lights under the moonlight, like countless stars falling onto a barren slope.

She stood there, looking down at her index and middle fingers, which were pressed together.

The fingertips still retained a cool warmth, and a few wisps of black mist vaguely flowed between the fingers, like embers that had not yet dissipated.

"Is this the essence of swordsmanship?"

She murmured to herself, her voice carried away by the night wind.

It is indeed terrifying!

However, the power of this sword strike seems to be much weaker than the one that flattened the mountain peak.

Forget it, let's not talk about that jinx.

Little Dragon Girl withdrew her gaze and looked at the deep ravine on the mountain path.

Moonlight spilled onto the smooth rock face at the edge of the ravine, reflecting a cool, clear light.

In the distance, Zhao Zhijing's two halves of his body, frozen into ice blocks, lay across the edge of the ravine, still in a running posture, which was quite eerie.

Zhen Zhibing's body was still leaning against the bushes, a sword stuck in his chest, and that eerie smile still lingering on his lips.

One died a worthy death, the other deserved to die.

The Quanzhen Sect lost two disciples at once, which actually helped clean up the sect's internal strife!