Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

But now that he's lost an arm, it's having a huge impact on his sword fighting...

Xi Heng pretended nothing had happened, raising his sword straight up with his right arm towards the enemy, once again unleashing his killing intent.

Blood was still gushing from the neck of the corpse beside her, splashing onto the girl's tight-fitting clothes and leaving a few bright red spots like plum blossoms.

The heavy head and corpse that crashed to the ground were quite intimidating, and the way the Dark Force martial artist died made these ordinary soldiers dare not approach.

In the rear tents, the sounds of swords clashing had gradually subsided, suggesting that the battle would soon be decided.

Xi Heng stood motionless in the empty space in front of the tent, like a statue. Snowflakes fell on his body and sword, and the cold wind blew against his cheeks. The red silk hair tie that he used to tie his single ponytail was also loosened by the wind and fell to the ground a moment later, his black hair spreading out.

I don't know if a few seconds or half a minute passed, but then another deep, hoarse shout reached my ears—

"Good work!"

The sound of footsteps rang out again, and a martial artist dressed in a black robe flew in from behind the Tianliang soldiers.

The man's footsteps made a sound as if he were standing in mid-air, and in just two or three seconds he traversed dozens of meters and landed in front of Xi Heng.

Snowflakes trembled on the ground, and the neat black robe fluttered down.

Xi Heng saw that the other person's face was extremely thin, and the shape of his skull under his skin, which was covered with wrinkles, was even faintly visible. There were ordination scars on his head, making him look like an ascetic monk.

This person has already lost all physical strength, yet his lightness skill is incredibly fast, clearly indicating that he is a master of training his muscles and bones.

Her expression gradually became serious, and she pressed down slightly with her right hand, wielding her long sword, preparing for the start of a new move.

"I am Tian Bin, the head of the West Hall of the Changsheng Temple in the Bone Forging Forest. You come from the Bloodline Sword Sect, which has some connection with my Bone Forging Forest. Why are you acting as a lackey of the imperial court today, launching a surprise attack on our righteous army?"

"Heh, even with Huangmei Mountain and Tianliang combined, the blows to the Great Zhao court over the years haven't been as great as mine alone. Do you even deserve to call me a lackey of the court?" Xi Heng said coldly.

Since the other party wanted to chat, she was happy to prolong the time a bit.

My left arm is in very poor condition, and I'm not sure if I can beat this person.

"Don't speak so arrogantly, benefactor!" the black-robed figure in front shouted, and stepped forward, spinning and kicking in mid-air.

The opponent's muscles and bones trembled, the air vibrated, and he created a sound of air being torn apart with his physical body alone.

Xi Heng knew he was no match for his opponent, but his opponent's swift moves were hard to dodge, so he had no choice but to thrust his sword forward.

A red light flashed from the sword tip, and the blood-nail sword energy struck the enemy's leg, but it failed to provide any resistance.

A moment later, the opponent suddenly turned in mid-air, dodging Xi Heng's sword thrust with an extremely clever and unpredictable movement, and then swept his leg towards her waist.

Xi Heng raised his left arm to try to block, while simultaneously pressing down on the blade, which fell towards the enemy.

I managed to shield myself with my left elbow, and then I heard another click.

He glanced down and his arm bent into a strange shape again.

The blade sliced ​​towards the enemy's figure, but only left a thin red mark on the surface of the enemy's skin.

The opponent's bones and muscles were as hard as refined steel. Xi Heng only saw a very thin red sliver emerging from the wound, which could hardly be considered an injury.

Although the sword was used too hastily and not at full strength, it still exerted force and should have been able to cut through even a solid rock, but it failed to pierce the enemy's flesh.

Seeing that the enemy had once again nimbly stepped on the ground and spun around to kick at him, Xi Heng immediately raised his sword to try to block it.

The loud bang was deafening; although it was a collision with flesh and bones, it produced a sound like the clash of swords.

At the same time, Xi Heng saw a dark red aura emanating from the point where the opponent's leg met the longsword, which looked like blood smoke.

The dark red color resembled the swirling aura emanating from the burly man she had just killed.

"You've refined your flesh and blood into qi?" Xi Heng realized.

"good eyesight!"

The opponent laughed loudly, his right leg, which had struck the sword, landed on the ground, and he threw another straight punch.

Xi Heng twitched his waist and bones to dodge the heavy blow, then grabbed his sword with his right hand and unleashed several sword moves that could be used with one hand.

The opponent twisted his muscles to dodge several blows, then flicked his wrist, deflecting the longsword as if swinging a heavy hammer.

Seeing that her sword moves were ineffective, she also used her strength to kick her enemy high in the chest.

Suddenly, the opponent pulled his hands back and slapped them hard against his chest, gripping his calves tightly and making it impossible for him to move forward even an inch.

Seeing that it was only an inch away, Xi Heng suddenly trembled, his ankle tendons and bones trembling, and his toes stabbed towards the enemy's chest, striking with a hidden force with a thud.

The other person trembled and pulled back their chest, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of their mouth, their gaze fixed on Xi Heng's face:

"Your strength and physique are quite impressive. How did you train to achieve that?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Xi Heng then pressed his legs down sharply, pulled his two skeletal-like hands down, and thrust the sword forward at the same time.

The opponent's head drooped due to inertia, his brow directly meeting the tip of the thrusting sword, and a trickle of blood dripped down—

The blade plunged straight into the forehead, but it got stuck in the skull and couldn't go any further.

Xi Heng raised his palm and struck the sword hilt, injecting a hidden force in an attempt to shatter the enemy's brains.

The opponent spread his hands apart and, with the force of catching a blade barehanded, slapped the longsword on his forehead. With a loud crack, a hidden force was also generated, canceling each other out.

The two forces collided in the middle of the sword, causing the green-edged longsword to shatter in the middle with a crack.

Xi Heng pulled the longsword back, leaving only a broken sword.

She clicked her tongue and took several steps back, her legs now free.

"This humble monk thought you would never retreat, even if it meant death," the wicked man said with a sinister smile.

"It seems that you have not yet mastered the sword intent of sacrificing your life, causing this humble monk to get excited for nothing."

“There’s no need to risk your life anymore.” Xi Heng straightened his strangely bent left hand back to normal, his tone gradually becoming indifferent.

"Now that you know the difference in our martial arts skills, are you finally going to surrender?" the other party asked.

“You are already dead,” Xi Heng simply said. “You just haven’t realized it yet.”

"So he's gone mad."

The ascetic monk shook his head at these words and stepped closer.

After simply crossing the ten-meter distance, he suddenly frowned and stopped in his tracks.

Slowly, he extended his right hand and gently placed it over his chest, bending his body slightly forward.

A surge of intense heat and burning pain emanated from his heart, causing pain in his blood vessels and meridians. Even someone like him, who had undergone arduous self-cultivation and refined his flesh, could hardly bear the intense pain surging from within his body.

"What is this... You poisoned me? What kind of deadly poison can survive without being expelled through the blood and qi?"

"You don't need to know, just die in peace." Xi Heng sheathed his broken sword, and the blood spirit stone in his money pouch swayed slightly, faintly emitting a red glow.

"It hurts...it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts—"

Unable to endure it any longer, the man shuddered violently and let out a loud groan, suddenly spitting out a stream of black blood that splashed onto the snow.

On the snow, the black blood continued to boil and gurgle, melting the snow and leaving a row of pits.

He forced out the boiling black blood, but the blood poison in his body did not weaken at all. The blood in his heart and meridians continued to boil. After a while, his vision went black, and he collapsed to his knees on the snow, losing all strength.

Fresh blood bubbled from his seven orifices, his head bent over, and he immediately collapsed to the ground.

"As expected... magic is much more powerful than ordinary poisons," Xi Heng exhaled.

However, the blood poisoning still takes too long to take effect.

When she killed the burly man in rough clothes who was practicing the Heavenly Gang Boy Skill, his blood poison hadn't even been activated yet before his head was cut off.

When the blade struck her this time, she showed no signs of being poisoned. After a dozen or so more exchanges, he broke her elbow, and only then did the blood poison slowly take effect.

It wasn't until the second sword struck and pierced the opponent's skull, and she saw the blood flowing from between the opponent's eyebrows begin to boil, that she realized the blood poison still had an effect.

If she hadn't seen this, she might have used several more self-destructive sword techniques, each one more devastating than the last, to continue fighting to the death...

"Cough cough..."

After killing the two internal energy masters with all his might, Xi Heng coughed twice, his body growing weaker and weaker.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and saw blood on her hand, realizing that she had also suffered some internal injuries and needed to find a place to recuperate as soon as possible.

but……

Xi Heng took a deep breath, looked up again, and looked at the hundreds of guards still surrounding him not far away.

Some of them, seeing her weak appearance, had already crossed the arc and were groping their way towards her with guns in hand.

She drew her broken sword again and twirled it, unleashing a sudden burst of red, arc-shaped sword energy that beheaded another elite soldier.

The sound startled several guards nearby, who took several steps back and returned to the arc.

these people……

The dark red color in Xi Heng's eyes, influenced by the stimulated blood and qi, had already begun to appear.

A strong killing intent brewed in his eyes, and the scarlet blood splattered on his clothes added many deep colors, making them even more eye-catching.

With a single glance, the soldier being watched immediately took another half step back.

Normally, Xi Heng would not have let any of these guys who had harbored murderous intent towards her go.

They won't stop until they've all been beheaded.

However, after using more than a dozen hidden force techniques, her internal energy and strength have gradually weakened, and her left arm is already paralyzed.

If she were to continue fighting against hundreds of soldiers alone, she would likely be able to win, but she would probably suffer more injuries. If she were to be careless for a moment, it wouldn't be impossible for her to be pierced by spears and lances.

Unless you save your game here now and keep killing people until you reach perfection... you can also hone your killing intent along the way.

By repeatedly saving and loading the game, and repeatedly killing these two or three hundred people, you might be able to accumulate tens of thousands of kills by the time you finally complete the game.

By then, my sword intent will be incredibly pure, and there will be no more bottlenecks before reaching the Transformation Realm.

However, Xi Heng didn't save the game when he killed those two experts of internal energy, so there's no need to do so now.

If you want to hone your sword intent, you only need to go to the northern border battlefield. There's no need to waste such a precious save opportunity here.

As Xi Heng pondered this, he continued to stand facing the soldier at the front, sword in hand.

There shouldn't be any other Dark Force experts left in the camp... otherwise, given her current severe injuries, any Dark Force martial artist would definitely attack immediately.

She breathed a sigh of relief; she had done as her senior sister had instructed.

The scene became quite silent for a moment, with only the sound of the blizzard and the increasingly faint sound of swords rang out from the rear tents.

To be honest, Senior Sister Hongmiao stayed in the tent for a long time.

She has already killed two martial artists with internal strength, but her senior sister is still exchanging sword blows... Are they really that evenly matched?

The girl slowly turned her head and glanced back.

With a single glance, a hissing sound was heard as the thick tent was suddenly slashed open by a sword.

The two swords made a cross on the tent, and then a figure dressed entirely in red immediately emerged from it.

"Senior sister..." Xi Heng saw the other person walk out but did not breathe a sigh of relief.

Whether it was from being blown by the sword wind too much or from being at a disadvantage in the sword fight, Senior Sister Hongmiao, who appeared at this moment, was covered in wounds, with dark blood slowly flowing out from them. Even though most of the bleeding had been forcibly suppressed by her qi and blood, her appearance covered in blood was still quite shocking.

Senior Sister forced herself to calm down, and when she saw the two martial artist corpses on the ground, she couldn't help but glance at Xi Heng again.

But now was not the time for praise, so she simply said, "Let's go."

"Has Senior Sister already killed that person?" Xi Heng asked as he approached.

“I was stabbed more than ten times, while my opponent was only stabbed once, and then poisoned by the blade,” Hong Miao said simply.

"He is dead, I am alive."

As for the ordinary elite soldiers around them, who were at most at the early stage of Ming Jin, they didn't take them seriously at all.

Those garrison troops who dared to lead the charge have all died, and now no one dares to step forward again. Even if the idea of ​​attacking were mentioned, no one would follow.

"It's good that Senior Sister is safe. Let's find some medicine to treat her as soon as possible. Is she alright?" Xi Heng sheathed his sword and helped her up with his still-functioning right hand.

"It's ok."

Although his senior sister said so, when Xi Heng touched the other person's shoulder with his right hand, he felt a patch of warm blood.

Your left hand...?

The senior sister noticed Xi Heng's paralyzed left arm hanging down.

"It only broke a couple of times, it's nothing serious... It's time to leave this place of trouble."