Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The girl bit her lip, no longer trying to gradually wear down the enemy's internal energy with ordinary sword techniques. Instead, she took advantage of her remaining dual swords and used a fierce offensive to force the enemy's defense to retreat.

After gaining the upper hand for a moment, Xi Heng put the left sword back into his inventory.

His empty left hand slashed across the blade, drawing blood, and then, with his blood-stained palm, he gripped a straight sword together with his right hand.

Lean forward slightly and step forward with your toes.

The muscles and bones of his body and waist exerted force, causing the energy to surge through the meridians in his body, and the fierce sword thrust towards his right chest with the force of a sonic boom.

The reason for not stabbing the left chest and heart is that Yan Menghua, whom Xi Heng encountered, had protective items on almost all of his vital points.

Every time I tried to stab with the Sword of Beyond Sound, it always failed.

The enemy was Yan Meng, the Great Khan, who naturally also carried protective treasures.

Therefore, it would be better to aim at another spot.

The sharp blade shook out a white barrier, stirring up a strong wind.

It struck the enemy's chest at a speed exceeding that of sound.

The protective force beneath the sword tip rippled like the surface of a lake after a boulder had fallen.

bang——

It was clearly a clash between a sharp blade and an invisible force, yet it produced a resounding boom like the drums of war.

The next instant, the essence blood on the sword, imbued with vital energy, added a touch of realism to the red glow on the blade's surface.

The red light rippled, bursting forth with blood-red sword energy.

The two waves disrupted and canceled each other out, and the sword of transcendent sound gradually broke through the enemy's protective force.

The blood-red waves converged towards the sword tip.

Then, it erupted forward.

"Bloodlust!"

With a soft shout from the girl, a rich crimson color instantly covered the enemy's body.

This Blood Wave Sword Technique directly tore a huge gash in his protective energy shield.

The burst of sword energy pierced through, striking the enemy in the chest and abdomen—

Another thud resounded, like a war drum.

This time, the sword energy struck his body directly.

The sharp blade followed, striking the right chest.

Can……

The scene that Xi Heng had envisioned—a hideous bloody hole bursting out of the enemy's chest—did not occur.

Instead, the sword tip paused again.

"what happened?"

She narrowed her eyes and then flicked her wrist again.

Yan Qingshi's gray-black robe shattered instantly, revealing his upper body flesh and blood.

On the rough surface of his skin, large patches of dark red pustules were visible.

Each bulging abscess looked as if it had been ruptured and healed several times, making it appear particularly grotesque.

The abscess swelled up, and a drop of white oozed from the center of the dark red scab, as terrifying as a multitude of eyes staring down at it.

Furthermore, not a single piece of clean skin grows between the scabs.

Many cracks appeared on the upper body of this person, starting from their heart and spreading outwards.

The intersecting cracks cut the smooth skin, which was not covered with pustules and scabs, into uniformly shaped fish scales.

The tip of Xi Heng's sword pierced one of the hard scales.

This thing is not like ordinary hard skin; it's more like the black scales that blocked her Yueyin Sword time and time again.

This person didn't have a scale pasted on their chest for protection; rather, large patches of fine scales grew directly on their chest.

The blood-red sword energy swept past, only brushing off the fragile scales at the edges and breaking open many pustules.

Although it left Yan Qingshi's upper body in a mess, it did not actually cause him much damage.

On the contrary, the bursting of the abscess and the shedding of the scales seemed to only add to its intense excitement.

"To be able to unleash such a sword strike, one must be a master of the Celestial Realm. Help me cut off a few more chunks of flesh!"

"What a strange disease, it's disgusting."

Xi Heng sheathed his longsword, spun around, and kicked the enemy in the chest and abdomen.

The attack hit its mark, but failed to knock Yan Qingshi, who was standing firmly on the ground, back; it only sent him retreating.

"You call this an illness? How ignorant!"

The enemy slapped his ugly chest with one hand and shouted, "This is the sign of shedding skin and transforming into scales—I am about to shed my mortal body and transform into the Yellow Heaven True Dragon!"

“Dragon…” Xi Heng’s lips twitched:

"So you're a madman too."

For some reason, those in power in this world have a rather fervent pursuit of extraordinary power.

Zhao Qianyuan was like this, and so was the king of Yanmeng Kingdom before them.

However, in her opinion, these two people were not just trying to catch the moon in the well.

The immortal traces that Zhao Qianyuan sought did indeed exist in the world, but the place for cultivating immortality in Chonghai has now been destroyed.

And this person's pursuit of the so-called 'dragon' seems to have indeed yielded some results.

Her upper body had a large amount of skin hardened into scale-like structures, which provided extremely strong defense and could even block her sword energy.

Not only does it manifest outwardly, but this ugly ailment also seems to have greatly enhanced his physical condition.

When the aftershocks of the sword wind swept across other areas without scales, the damage was not significant.

It is probably because this person's physical constitution is far superior to that of ordinary people that he possesses a profound internal strength far exceeding that of martial artists of the same realm...

"A madman?" the enemy sneered. "Can't you see that I already have the countenance of a dragon?"

"Just a long horse face, and he calls himself a dragon?" Xi Heng mocked.

Yan Qingshi wasn't angry upon hearing this; he simply shook his head.

"You are foolish and lack wisdom. After I kill you, I will destroy this army, then march into the capital, find the Dragon-Locking Well, swallow the dragon's heart within, and shed my mortal form to become a true dragon!"

"No need for all that trouble. You'll just die by my sword today." Xi Heng sneered, gripping his sword with both hands and adopting a different stance.

With the long sword resting on his shoulder, his mind was as still as water, driven by the sword's power.

Although Kenshin was involved in the attack just now, he focused more on the lethality and did not concentrate on damaging the spirit.

Since it is difficult to break through the enemy's defenses, then I will focus all my energy on fighting with my sword.

Xi Heng let out a soft breath, and after a moment, continued to step forward and make his move—

The opponent's long dagger was as long as a person's body. Although it had a huge killing range, it was swung more slowly than the straight sword in Xi Heng's hand.

In terms of skill and technique, she has the upper hand over her opponent.

By simply unleashing a burst of power and finding a momentary opening, one can gain the initiative in the attack within a short period of time.

In the instant of close combat, the sharp blade first thrust upwards, then swept downwards, spun upwards, twisted its wrist to cut down, and then slashed horizontally...

With his final strike, Xi Heng, who was almost touching the ground, twisted his body with an exaggerated arc, his sword blade rising upwards.

Clang——

The Miao knife blocking his chest was deflected by the longsword, and at the same time, the force of his attack was also cleaved by the white sword energy.

……

Since the start of the battle, Xi Heng has used his internal energy transformation technique nearly twenty times, which has consumed almost half of his vital energy.

If Yan Qingshi was only using ordinary internal energy, his protective internal energy would have been completely severed so many times that he should have been exhausted long ago.

Even with twice the normal amount of Qi and blood at the Transformation Realm, one should at least feel some sense of urgency...

But no, it didn't.

Just now, this person was still recklessly unleashing his internal energy, slashing out fierce blade energy that clashed with Xi Heng's sword energy.

The opponent's internal energy level is probably at least three or four times that of other internal energy level martial artists.

However, her sword-heart attack was somewhat effective against this person.

Although the sword intent was profound and the spirit was strong, the power of the sword heart could not be as direct and fatal as it was against other martial arts masters, but it was still effective nonetheless.

As the sword's power took effect, Yan Qingshi's previous casual defense with a single sword was replaced by a focused and serious approach, making both his offensive and defensive moves more complete.

Xi Heng found an opening on the way and stabbed into the flesh, unleashing his full sword intent.

Yan Qingshi groaned in pain, his whole body trembling.

After Jianxin hit her several times, whenever she got close, her opponent would shake off her and retreat with all their might.

Furthermore, dangerous blade winds and blade energy constantly attacked.

Every move she made was like dancing on the edge of a knife.

But Xi Hengfen, who stepped into the path of martial arts with a selfless sword, was not afraid at all.

I would rather be covered in wounds than fail to crush the enemy's spirit with my sword.

Once you break the enemy's mind, no matter how powerful their internal energy is, they will become lambs to the slaughter.

Yan Qingshi clearly understood this as well. He enveloped his entire body in internal energy, and his right hand, wielding a long sword, switched to an offensive stance, sweeping it forward towards her.

"Oh, that's all."

In Xi Heng's eyes, the enemy's offensive was indeed powerful.

But compared to her, he always lacked something.

The enemy did not connect his heart with the blade in his hand, nor did he devote his entire life's efforts to the sword in his hand.

If Zuo Shen, the Yan Meng general who was killed by Xi Heng earlier, still had the possibility of reaching the realm of celestial beings.

So, although Yan Qingshi in front of him has cultivated his swordsmanship to a level close to that of a celestial being, he will never be able to truly step into the threshold.

He is now only thinking about 'transforming into a dragon', and has no interest in swords and blades.

With this difference, Xi Heng was confident of victory.

Even though she had used up all her spirit stones to activate the Blood Sea, and even though the flying sword on her back had never been of any use.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, she was confident that she could kill her enemy simply by virtue of her superior swordsmanship, which was a level above her own.

In a flash, she stepped forward and slashed.

After 30 moves of fighting, Xi Heng used his swordsmanship to find an opening and struck with his sword.

clank--

The enemy raised their broadswords to try and stop her, but she sidestepped with her straight sword, sliding it with a piercing screech.

With a slight tremor, the blade pierced the defenses and severed the enemy's neck.

He was stabbed, and another cry of pain escaped his lips.

The sword tip only pierced the flesh and blood, but failed to penetrate.

Even if Kenshin misses by a few inches, it can still have an impact.

A direct hit to flesh and blood is enough to damage the mind and spirit of a martial artist at the Transformation Realm.

Due to the pain in his mind, the energy around Yan Qingshi flickered faintly, as if it was about to dissipate.

Xi Heng seized the opportunity to strike again, but suddenly a figure flew up from his side—

Just as I caught a glimpse of that black figure out of the corner of my eye, several black round beads were already hitting me.

She twisted to dodge, but the black bullet exploded even though it didn't hit anything in mid-air.

A thick, gray-black fog suddenly erupted, obscuring the view.