Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The pale white aura that emanated from her body when she swung her palm had disappeared, clearly indicating that she was gritting her teeth and holding on, and could collapse at any moment.

Xi Heng took a deep breath and stared at the vicious swordsman whose long robe was torn and who was now covered in blood.

She remembered the other person's name and called out directly:

"Black Blade Master! Come and fight me!"

The Black Blade Master, who was about to continue his exchange with the old eunuch, turned around and stared at him with a wolfish and eagle-like gaze.

This man had a fierce expression; with just a glance, a surge of killing intent and the aura of a raging beast swept over him.

Xi Heng's mind was affected by it, as if he were looking at an abyss and hesitated to go any further.

"Heh..." The black-robed swordsman turned around, his thick finger pointing at Xi Heng. After a series of killings, his voice grew even louder:

"That eunuch surnamed Gao fought for you for so long, yet instead of fleeing this place, you want to fight this old man? You don't know your own limitations!"

The blade in its hand suddenly stopped, and its body burst forth with energy, knocking back several guards who were charging at it with guns several meters away, unleashing a magnificent and awe-inspiring aura.

Xi Heng's gaze grew increasingly solemn. He slashed the blade of his longsword with his left thumb, his own blood mingling with the blood of others, soaking the sword until it turned crimson.

She performed the salute of a martial arts duel and announced loudly:

"I am Xi Heng, the successor of the Bloodline Sword Sect. Today I will take your life!"

The Blood Poison Technique from the Blood Sea Great Art has been imbued into the sword. Any wound inflicted on an enemy will cause their blood to boil. If not treated promptly, the boiling blood will spread throughout the body, causing the enemy's heart to ache and die from palpitations.

"You dare!" The Black Blade Master laughed, kicking the already defeated old eunuch several meters away. He then walked step by step towards Xi Heng, replying in the same manner:

"I am Hei Juanhai, the seventeenth generation master of the Black Ling Greatsword! Remember this name, and when you meet Yama in hell, don't forget to tell him who killed you!"

"You're the one who'll meet the King of Hell!" Xi Heng raised his sword with both hands and then thrust it straight at the enemy—

Seeing this attack from afar, the Black Blade Master's eyes showed disappointment, and then he easily raised his blade to slash upwards.

Clang——

Sparks flew as the swords clashed. Xi Heng immediately stretched out his left hand and quickly chanted, "Open!"

Her fingernails grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they became small tree crowns resembling skeletons.

The next instant, the skeleton exploded into countless fragments, rushing towards the enemy with the speed of a burst of explosive material.

With a loud thud, all the bones struck the black-robed swordsman directly.

But the countless bone fragments were like hitting a thick iron plate, only breaking through the surface of the black robe and creating a few dents on the skin before falling to the ground.

The withered, pale flesh was struck, yet not a single drop of blood was left.

Xi Heng frowned, then raised his left hand again and said, "Chi!"

Three streaks of blood appeared out of nowhere, but the Black Blade Master did not raise his blade to defend himself. Instead, he took advantage of the moment to ask:

"What school of martial arts is this?"

The bloodstains merely tore the clothes apart, failing to leave any marks on the skin.

Xi Heng naturally did not answer, and continued to wave his hand to send out a blood arrow.

A crimson streak fell from the sky, striking the spot where the blood claw had just attacked.

Even with the blood arrows that possessed corrosive and penetrating properties, they still could not break through the enemy's defenses; the red light flashed and immediately dissipated.

"The Bloodline Sword Sect's secret techniques? Or your royal family's secret arts... Never mind, they're just some unorthodox methods." The other party then looked at Xi Heng and said:

"True masters don't rely on these underhanded tricks and secret techniques; they rely on genuine martial arts skills."

He suddenly pressed down with both arms, and a black wind suddenly rose around his body.

Xi Heng was caught off guard and was sent flying backward as if he had been hit by a car.

The Heavenly Silkworm Armor on her body shielded her from most of the impact damage. The girl barely managed to adjust her posture and land on her feet. Then she heard a loud voice again:

"Martial artists who have mastered the Transformation Realm use their internal energy and blood to protect their bodies. Such strange and ingenious techniques cannot harm me in the slightest!"

The formidable enemy before him swung his broadsword, unleashing a swirling black wind that swept in.

Before Xi Heng could even regain his footing, a sudden attack from the black wind was met with another sword strike that neutralized it.

However, a dark shadow flashed within the surging black mist before her, and in the next instant, the rusty broadsword appeared before her eyes along with the shadow—

Xi Heng gritted his teeth and tried to defend himself again, but the long sword fell down like a black thunderbolt.

A resounding clang echoed as the broadsword and the imperial sword collided, sparks flying.

In an instant, Xi Heng suddenly felt his right hand loosen, and before his eyes he saw the blade of the Shangfang sword crack and break apart from the middle.

The opponent's black blade slid down, its wind barely obstructed, before whistling towards her shoulder and neck.

Her tight-fitting clothes were torn apart by the sharp blade wind, leaving a dark bloodstain on her skin. Even with the protective armor, the cut still drew blood.

Xi Heng winced in pain, but before he could even check his injury, he saw his enemy spin around with a cloak-like movement, his broadsword slicing through the air with a crackling sound before slashing down again—

"Die!" The words reached her ears as the blade slipped from her hand.

"Open!" Xi Heng stretched out his five fingers to try to block, his nails growing wildly into the shape of skeletal paper strips, but he could not withstand the power of the enemy's greatsword, and in the end he was crushed into dust inch by inch.

At the same time, her outstretched left arm was slashed by a long knife and severed instantly.

He raised the broken sword in his right hand, only to have it shattered again by the strange broadsword.

Despite its tattered appearance, this dark gray broadsword could easily shatter even the most powerful imperial sword.

Another gust of sword wind struck his chest, causing his ribs to snap with a crack, and blood seeped out from the gruesome wound.

Xi Heng staggered back, coughing uncontrollably as blood welled up in his throat.

She spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the ground, raised her eyes and continued to stare at the slowly approaching enemy and the large knife in his hand. She also saw her own left arm, which had fallen to the ground and was now limp and powerless.

Xi Heng gently pushed the severed arm away, and countless bones that had fallen to the ground were sprayed towards the enemy's side.

However, this attack only broke the outer black robe, failing to damage the flesh inside.

Blood dripped from the tip of the opponent's knife, adding a touch of darkness to the red carpet on the ground.

Blood gushed from Xi Heng's wound, his body grew increasingly weak, his mind became hazy, the broken sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he coughed a few times.

"My strength can break all techniques; even if you use such strange moves a hundred times, they cannot harm me." The Black Blade Master sneered.

"This is my first time killing an emperor. Do you have any last words?"

Xi Heng remained silent, using only his remaining strength to perform several finger techniques with his right hand.

Immediately afterwards, she used her index finger to draw a thick line of blood on the cut surface of her severed arm, and then drew a bloody mark towards her brow.

"Heavenly Demon Transformation." Xi Heng murmured, the blood on his brow becoming even more conspicuous, emitting a faint light.

The girl's face turned ashen, and the blood on her skin gathered towards her brow.

Gradually, the bleeding from the severed left arm and the wounds on the chest and abdomen stopped, and the blood on the surface of the skin gradually dried up, but the heartbeat became faster and faster.

She picked up the broken sword from the ground again, slowly raised her head, and stared at the enemy with her bloodshot eyes.

This technique in the Blood Sea Great Art no longer uses external flesh and blood, but instead gathers the blood from one's own body to stimulate spiritual light, making one fearless of pain for a short period of time. It allows one to use moves that exceed the limits of human muscles and joints, and amplifies one's own strength.

However, using this move consumes a large amount of blood, and it basically means certain death.

The broken sword was held straight up, steady and motionless, its tip pointing towards the enemy.

The bald swordsman, whose black robe was already tattered, narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Keep at it."

"I will kill you," Xi Heng simply said.

Even if I can't kill them this time, when I have enough power in the next life, I will definitely twist their head off their neck.

If one time isn't enough, try a few more.

"Ha, still so arrogant." The Black Blade Master swung his greatsword and said, "You used a secret technique that overdraws your life force and blood, so you won't live much longer. Since you have no last words, I will now send you to the underworld!"

As he spoke, the man pointed his toes forward and leaned forward, shifting his center of gravity.

The next instant, he twirled, still clutching his black robe, and at the same time, a burst of gray-black mist suddenly exploded—

Xi Heng's blood-red eyes flashed. Due to the stimulation of her cultivation technique, her observation skills were now much higher than before, and she immediately locked onto the enemy's figure amidst the black mist.

Seeing her opponent raise his knife and whirl towards her with lightning speed, she raised her sword and pointed it, neither dodging nor avoiding, but rushing straight towards him to collide with him.

"Golden Blood Strike the Spine." Xi Heng shouted softly, and the bright red broken blade drew a red line, making a sharp sound, pointing straight at the enemy's vital neck.

The broadsword whistled towards her waist at the same time, but Xi Heng did not block it; this was his last, self-sacrificing sword strike.

The two sharp weapons struck his body almost simultaneously. Xi Heng tried his best to strike the tip of the broken sword, but it was as if he had hit a block of iron and could hardly make any progress.

The Shangfang sword is sharp enough to cut through iron, but it still cannot break through the opponent's protective force.

This sword technique unleashed all the internal energy and blood in the body, but the opponent's neck meridians were also protected by neutralizing energy, making it impossible to break through with physical strength alone.

She gritted her teeth, used the last of her strength, and pushed the sword tip forward again.

A cracking sound came from the bones inside the body as the wrist and elbow dislocated one after the other.

The next instant, the rough cleaver also slashed across her waist.

Xi Heng leaned backward, his body growing weaker and weaker.

At this critical moment of life and death, her perception of time slowed down.

Opening his eyes, he saw that the tip of the sword had only left a small red mark on the enemy's neck.

"All that effort... and all I got was such a small mark?" Xi Heng felt disappointed.

The difference between a beginner in Dark Force and a Transformation Force martial artist is like an insurmountable chasm. Even with the aid of a demonic art like the Blood Sea Technique, it is difficult to injure the enemy.

As his obsession faded, Xi Heng slowly closed his eyes to face death. Before him, he saw the other person's pale, thick, and wrinkled neck with red marks and a drop of blood emerging from the fingertips.

Instead of flowing out naturally, the blood bubbled up and began to boil—

"Blood poison..." Xi Heng, who had been despondent, suddenly opened his eyes again and said to the other person with his last breaths:

"You have been poisoned by my blood. Your meridians and internal organs will inevitably be burned and burst, causing excruciating pain, like being stabbed in the heart, until you die."

"Poison?" The black-robed swordsman frowned, running a hand across his neck, only to see the blood he wiped away swell and bubble as if it were being boiled.

His brow furrowed deeper and deeper: "What kind of poison is this?"

"Go to hell." Xi Heng answered with only these four words, his voice growing fainter and fainter as he finished speaking.

Gradually, her bloodshot eyes lost their luster, and her face tilted to one side.

Darkness enveloped his vision, and before long, Xi Heng felt as if his fallen body was submerged in water. He dragged his weary body to his feet.

Before my eyes, the two large characters "[Load File]" gradually appeared.

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Chapter 48, A Deadly Life

As Xi Heng saw the words "Load Save" gradually appearing before him, he yawned slightly, looking a little tired.

In this space before the save file was loaded, her figure was not very clear.

Compared to a real body, it looks more like a silhouette in a low-resolution video.

In the entire space, only the square characters in front of me were somewhat clear.

"This life has been quite turbulent..." the girl murmured to herself.

"That guy called Black Blade Master has been poisoned by blood poison and is doomed."

"But even so, I must kill him every time I see him after that."

Having taken her life, they have forged an irreconcilable enmity.

From now on, as long as this so-called Black Blade Master exists in the world, the other party will not have an easy time.

Since I can't beat her now that she's just entered the Dark Force realm, I'll kill her every time I see her once she advances to the Transformation Force realm.

If a one-on-one fight is evenly matched, call in several skilled fighters to surround and kill the opponent.

Xi Heng patted his chest, trying to suppress the slight anger in his heart. After calming down, he looked up again and started thinking about what would happen next.

"Hmm... shall I travel to various places in search of immortal traces from now on?"

"Or should I advance to the Transformation Realm first? After reaching the Transformation Realm, my strength and senses will be stronger, and the probability of finding traces of immortals will be much greater... However, it is still uncertain whether there are any true cultivators in this world."

"Seeking immortality doesn't guarantee success; it's best to set our sights on reaching the Transformation Realm first."

Xi Heng murmured to himself: