Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Ignoring the fog, Xi Heng took another step forward and swung his sword, but missed.

She emerged from the gray fog and saw that the enemy had been led back to the rear by Yan Yinmu.

Heartbroken, Yan Qingshi rubbed his forehead and took a moment to catch his breath. A few seconds later, he stood up, exchanged a glance with the person next to him, and then they both assumed a fighting stance towards her.

"So you realize you're outmatched and have to fight two against one?" Xi Heng asked without surprise.

"Come on, I'll kill you all."

Even with only one-third of her internal energy remaining, she was still confident.

"..." Yan Qingshi remained silent for a moment, then turned to the side and said, "Step back."

"Brother?" Yan Yinmu frowned:

"There is only one Celestial Realm expert in the Great Zhao army. If you and I join forces to kill him, we can fight peacefully. At this moment, we should not worry about Wu Li."

“That’s not the case.” Yan Qingshi shook his head and looked behind Xi Heng.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Xi Heng also sensed the auras of several familiar powerful figures rapidly approaching.

Looking back, he saw several friendly martial arts masters at the Transformation Realm level rushing towards him using their lightness skills.

Two of them were swordsmen from the common people, and the other was General Zhao Wanli, who wielded a silver dragon spear.

Now that the army has stormed into Yan'an City, only one military governor and one general need to be left to guard it.

Hearing the sounds of a battle between experts at the Transformation Realm in the center of Yan'an City and seeing the ripples of blood, the three of them immediately rushed to the scene.

"It seems the game has changed from two against one to four against two," Xi Heng chuckled.

Since she arrived on the northern battlefield and began fighting against Yan Meng's army, she has never had such a great advantage.

She usually runs around doing everything by herself, but now she finally has a few allies helping her out.

Three martial arts masters of the Great Zhao realm stepped onto the dilapidated palace platform and stood beside the girl.

Immediately, they drew their weapons and confronted the two enemy generals who had been shrouded in darkness.

Xi Heng said:

"That long-faced man is Yan Qingshi. Kill him and we will win this battle."

Before the friendly soldiers could reply, Yan Qingshi spoke first:

"I am the true dragon, and you are but a few mortals. Even if you possess the power of a Transcendent Realm cultivator, you cannot harm the true dragon in the slightest!"

Xi Heng ignored the other's crazed behavior and simply kept his sword at shoulder level, preparing to strike.

Beside him, Zhao Wanli aimed his silver dragon spear at the strange-looking man.

The other two martial arts masters from the common people each drew their swords or sabers, the one wielding the saber speaking in a seemingly teasing tone:

"This is Lord Yan Meng? Judging from his appearance, he's nothing special."

"It only makes it look ugly," the swordsman said indifferently.

"This person's internal energy is so powerful that it's hard to break. Ordinary moves might be ineffective. Try to use killing moves against him." Xi Heng instructed from the side.

"Your Highness, rest assured, we are a formidable duo, and we have yet to encounter an enemy we cannot defeat," the swordsman said.

He casually twirled the crescent-shaped broadsword, his demeanor frivolous.

Upon hearing this, Yan Qingshi's face flushed with anger, but he suppressed it as best he could, and said in a low voice to the person beside him:

"Ginki, leave this place."

"Your Majesty..." The other person seemed to want to say something, but Yan Qingshi waved him away.

Xi Heng narrowed his eyes, letting one of the enemy leave.

The King Yan Meng in front of them seemed to want to fight against the four Transformation Realm experts on her side all by himself.

Even at her peak, she would have to think twice before facing four experts at the Transformation Realm.

The other party seemed quite confident.

Even though one of the four Transformation Realm experts in front of him was Xi Heng, who had suppressed him in the previous battle, he still did not want to flee.

Then, Yan Qingshi took out a dark, hard object from the leather pouch at his waist.

He then put it in his mouth and chewed it continuously.

I only bit it a few times before swallowing it down my throat.

goooo...

Xi Heng sensed a hint of danger and, without waiting for the other party to consume the ingested substance, drew his sword first and struck the enemy's neck with the force of a sonic boom.

The next instant, a sudden change occurred—

The flesh and blood in the opponent's right shoulder, which had been severed at the root, suddenly began to writhe rapidly.

Patches of black emerged and bulged from it.

Then, the huge abscess suddenly burst open, and a brand new right arm emerged from it as if it had been born.

This new arm was covered in black scales, and its four claws were black, sharp, and bizarre, clearly not something a human should have.

The sword, which seemed to pierce through the air, suddenly reached out and grabbed at the enemy's newly grown right arm.

The four claws gripped the sharp blade tightly, completely blocking the sword's thrusting motion.

At the same time, the cracks on Yan Qingshi's chest spread and grew rapidly, covering his entire body in just a few seconds.

Countless tiny scales rose up, rustling softly, before sticking back onto the skin.

"Ah..." He exhaled, and vaguely, his skeletal frame seemed to expand even slightly, and his horse-like face grew even longer:

"In this way, my great cause will surely be on a smooth road."

The horizontal cracks divided his face into dozens of small pieces, making his already bizarre appearance even more ugly.

His dilated pupils shifted, looking towards where Xi Heng was, his voice hoarse:

"I have consumed the Dragon's Heart and Flesh; you mortals will now face a dragon—"

"Offer your life."

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Chapter 123, Invincible

"Offer your life."

As the enemy finished speaking, Xi Heng was trying to push his restrained longsword forward again.

Her sword was almost touching the elongated facial features.

It was just a few inches away from being tattooed between the eyebrows.

Once touched, activating the sword's core can further damage its mind and spirit.

But the blade was firmly gripped, and he could not advance an inch.

Its thick right arm, covered with obsidian-like scales, was firmly locked in place by four claw-like blades.

The blade was difficult to draw out, let alone advance further.

Xi Heng frowned and shifted to the opposite side, using the tightly gripped straight sword as a fulcrum. He used his left foot to generate energy and struck the enemy's weak point under the armpit of his newly grown black scales.

bang——

Yan Qingshi neither dodged nor avoided the blow; his kick landed squarely.

But Xi Heng felt as if he had kicked a piece of steel.

Even steel would likely develop a dent after such an impact.

When the bullet actually hit the enemy, it didn't even leave a white mark on its scales.

After swallowing the so-called Dragon Heart Fume, Yan Qingshi underwent drastic changes in both his physical condition and physique.

The neck became thicker and longer, the head and neck became almost the same size, the shoulders and chest became broad, while the waist became narrow.

His original left arm also became much thicker.

Countless crack-like lines spread from his heart to his entire body, and the small patches of skin separated by the cracks hardened into shimmering black scales.

The sky had been shrouded in dark clouds for some unknown time.

Even without sunlight, its scales still reflect light like the armor of an elite army.

The ugly Yan Qingshi, after being kicked, only said, "It itches so much..."

"Your martial arts skills are so weak, you can't even scratch my itch—"

After transforming into dragon form, the monster's emotions became significantly more agitated.

His slanted eyes widened, the round pupils almost popping out like lanterns.

The originally ordinary black-brown eyes were stained gold, the pupils enlarged, and emitted an eerie glow.

"It's so itchy..." Yan Qingshi gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a dark light.

Compared to the four martial arts masters at the Transformation Realm, the intense itching on its body was clearly more bothersome to it.

So much so that after receiving Xi Heng's attack, this person did not retaliate, but instead loosened his grip on his right claw and began scratching his upper body.

hiss-

The sharp claws tore at the hard scales on its body like a circular saw cutting through iron, creating a spark.

The scales were torn with white marks and cracks by the sharp claws, and the claws did not directly reach the flesh.

“It itches…” The monster gritted its teeth, its muscles tensed, and its whole body trembled: “It’s like this again, it’s always the same.”

He abruptly looked up, his two round eyes fixed on Xi Heng, and roared in a gruff voice, almost in anger:

"You forced me to take the Dragon Heart Flesh, you deserve to die!"

A powerful aura swept over him, and Xi Heng, thinking his opponent was about to attack, abruptly withdrew his sword and retreated.

Then all that could be seen was that the other party was still scratching at the scales with its sharp claws.

It sliced ​​across the neck and tore through the chest.

Even though his behavior was comical, his imposing presence, far surpassing that of any martial artist Xi Heng had ever seen, was undeniable.

"It must be taken seriously..." the girl thought to herself, gripping her sword again and assuming a fighting stance.

The people around him were equally solemn. The swordsmen and knife-wielders dispersed to the left and right, while Zhao Wanli circled around to the front of Xi Heng.

"Such a physique is truly ugly." Zhao Wanli held the silver dragon spear in front of him: "You dare to call yourself a dragon?"

The dragon in his eyes was not such a monstrous creature.

But Yan Qingshi ignored it completely, still using his sharp claws to dig into the gaps between the scales on his body, the intense pain slightly suppressing the small patch of intense itching.

Only after a trickle of dark red blood flowed out did he finally breathe a sigh of relief and reply:

"You are all utterly foolish people, stop wasting your breath on me."

"I am suffering from unbearable itching all over my body. The dragon heart polyp... is ultimately not the real dragon heart flesh."

"Within a month, I will lead my troops into the capital and devour the dragon's heart of your Zhao Kingdom."

With his last remaining shred of reason, he finished speaking and raised his long sword, pointing it at the enemy.

Beside him, the swordsman stepped forward and launched a fierce attack.

Yan Qingshi instinctively raised his hand to defend himself.

The seemingly fierce crescent-shaped broadsword suddenly slowed down in the swordsman's hands. The originally simple slashing motion immediately turned into a sweeping motion with a flick of his wrist, bypassing the defense and turning to slash at his neck.

The sharp blade grazed the scales on the neck, sending sparks flying. After the fierce, powerful strike, it left only a white mark on the surface.

With another swing of the broadsword, its power increased even further.

The martial arts practiced by this swordsman seemed to become increasingly fierce the more he attacked.

The swordsman on the other side also stopped and joined his companion in the attack.

With a broadsword slashing and a straight sword thrusting, the combined attacks of two powerful forces landed on one person.

If an ordinary martial artist were caught in this storm of fierce moves, they would find it difficult to defend themselves, as their two fists would be no match for four hands, resulting in many openings and ultimately their stance being broken.