A stalemate. Suddenly the situation fell into a stalemate.
The second sword was pulled out from the body, and its attack became more violent, but Qingshuang's swordsmanship was strict, and the two swords attacked each other for dozens of rounds in an instant.
The sharpness of the long sword Muxi is especially sharp compared to Qingshuang.
The dazzling sword lights attacked each other and then converged.
Qingshuang's right arm was cut with a huge wound, but it could barely hold on. Taking this opportunity, Xuanqing's [Spiritual Palace] was completely released. Using it with all its strength, the translucent cyan python seemed to have substance. , every inch of the scales on it was fully visible, and the terrifying huge force continued to strangle, once again successfully restricting the movement trajectory of this "Bing Jie Xian".
In other words, this Bingjiexian suppressed a swordsman who transcended human reason with just one hand.
Silence, it once again faced off with the two anomaly suppressors, and no slight fluctuation in soul pressure could escape each other's feelings.
Perhaps right here, at this moment, a brutal battle beyond human reason is about to begin.
Xuan Qing maintained the hand seal of Ling Palace with one hand, and quietly placed the other hand on the hilt of the sword slung on his back. If necessary, he would not hesitate to pull out the magic sword.
On the other side, Qing Shuang's wounds quickly stopped bleeding under the reinforcement of his soul pressure. Although it was only a temporary emergency treatment, his combat power was basically not lost, and he was ready for the next killing.
Wei Curcuma lay quietly on the ground, trying to gather some strength from his seriously injured body.
"what can I do?"
This question was particularly cruel, because he rationally told himself that there seemed to be nothing he could do on such a battlefield.
but.....
Wei Zeshu looked at the hilt of the long sword behind Bing Jie Xian. One of the hilts seemed to be waiting for him.
It was so quiet, but Wei Curcuma could read its thoughts.
An extremely bold and adventurous idea arose in his heart, and Wei Curcuma quickly began to observe the current situation on the field.
In such an unreasonable battlefield, vision cannot be used as a basis for judgment, and more reliance must be placed on the keen sense of soul pressure.
Because of this, everyone will ignore him, not to mention that there are two powerful C-level soul pressurers on the field who are attracting attention.
"Want to try?"
Wei Zeshu lowered his head and looked at the pale face of the girl in his arms, his suppressed unwillingness turned into some indescribable courage.
He stood up quietly, enduring the pain from the wound on his back, and moved forward slowly.
"..."
Wei Curcuma, who was covered in wounds, stood up quietly without knowing when. He was now behind the soldier Jie Xian.
There was no soul pressure in his body at all, so under the attraction of the soul pressure of two strong men of level C, the Bing Jie Xian didn't notice his movements at all.
The light of the setting sun shone on Wei Curcuma's body, and this light seemed to produce unusual refraction at the edges of his body, causing the whole person to be extraordinarily dark, and the light could not fully reflect his figure.
"Reverse reinforcement will produce fluctuations in soul pressure, which will expose yourself."
Thinking like this, Wei Curcuma held out his hand silently. His heart beat very fast, and the huge pressure made his steady hands tremble.
Success or failure lies in this moment!
He did not attack because he knew that his attacks could not even scratch the skin of a monster like Bing Jiexian.
At this moment, he held his breath like lightning and stretched out his hands!
He actually succeeded in holding the exposed hilt of the sword, which was a long sword that pierced the chest of Bing Jiexian.
Everything happened too fast. When the people who were confronting found Wei Curcuma standing quietly behind it, Wei Curcuma had already completed all the actions.
With a somewhat gloomy figure, he grasped the black hilt of the sword and exerted force, and he actually pulled out a long sword from his body.
This sword is the brand new one among the four swords that can penetrate soldiers and resolve immortals, so it is also the least corroded. After being pulled out by Wei Curcuma, it let out a soft cry of pleasure.
The blade of the sword is broad and straight, and is polished on eight sides. The inscription on the sword is: "The mountains reflect autumn"!
The moment he pulled it out, without hesitation, Wei Curcuma waved the long sword in his hand subconsciously, like waving a lonely light and shadow.
He was seriously injured and shouldn't have had any room to fight back, not to mention that the battlefield at this moment was definitely beyond his reach, but he was so blessed that he pulled out the long sword whose real name was "Qiu Ying", as if he was sleepwalking. A slash.
The most bizarre evil thing is the dismemberment of immortals by weapons. It is not an abnormality, and it is no longer human. It is the sad remains left behind by some human beings who longed for immortality and distorted their own existence, and finally chose the evil path of dismemberment of limbs.
They will actively search for powerful soul pressure, and then kill those strong people, just to add more weapons left on their bodies.
Swordsmen are their favorite food. The body of this soldier has four swords pierced through it, which means that the owners of these swords have died in his hands.
But Wei Curcuma's sword did not have any subjective consciousness on his part. He just followed the sword.
Therefore, this sword was not struck by him, but by the swordsman who had died in the battle. After many years, he struck out the last sword with the help of Wei Curcuma, and finally landed on the body of the corpse.
——"I already know how to strike with this sword, but I just hate that I don't have any strength left."
Thinking back to those days, the swordsman who died in the battle might have had such an obsession.
The unsettling soul pressure suddenly swelled from the sword, far higher than the two Class Cs present. It was as high as the autumn light in the sky, and as lonely as the shadow among the leaves. This sword was worthy of the name "Autumn Shadow".
With this sword strike, Wei Curcuma's body, which is known for its terrifying strength, could not hold on at all. Both of his hands were dislocated as the sword was struck, and the muscles of his forearms were torn apart, and his whole body flew upside down like a rag. He came out completely unconscious and fell to the ground.
The wounds on Bing Jiexian's body were even more terrifying. The sword slashed down diagonally from its neck, almost across its entire body, and was only a hair away from killing it on the spot.
But in the end it's still a little bit worse.
The swordsman's last sword, Mingwu's, between life and death, failed to kill it. Bing Jie Xian is so powerful and terrifying, and its twisted vitality is rotten and exuberant!
No longer caring about any purpose, it was seriously injured and on the verge of death, picking up the severed limbs and sword from the ground, turning them into a pool of dark blood, and disappeared in broad daylight.
Silence, only silence, everything happened so fast that no one could speak at the first time.
"We...does this count as a win?"
Xuan Qing finally didn't have to strain his nerves. Excessive use of the technique caused severe pain in his head. This was a common side effect of the soul pressure being consumed too quickly.
"Can it be considered a win? Such a tragic situation."
Qingshuang took off his offensive sword posture and sat on the ground, looking at the miserable situation around him with a bitter expression.
Beside them, more than a dozen headless corpses fell on the roadside. Some of them were sixth- and seventh-class industry insiders, and some were police officers involved in the blockade.
Li Mingzhen, a deviant from Zhengwu and other towns who is also well-known in the industry and is known for her caution and rich experience. She has completed more than 20 large and small suppression missions. She was cut into countless pieces before she even had time to use the method. Block, the death was extremely tragic.
In the high school in the distance, the teaching building collapsed diagonally, leaving a mess. Wei Curcuma fell to the ground covered in blood, his hands twisted abnormally, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Can such a result be called a victory?
All of this is just a tragic scene that the soldier and the immortal were completed in less than ten minutes.
Xuan Qing and Qing Shuang were relatively speechless. The central system operated very efficiently and quickly. They only waited for less than ten minutes. Medical, first aid, and on-site logistics department personnel entered the scene one after another and began to clean up the tragic battlefield.
Wei Curcuma was carried into the ambulance, accompanied by Xuan Qing, while Qing Shuang was taken to the nearest hospital to have the wound and cut off right ear stitched.
The extremely tragic consequences... This is the anomaly, this is the life of those who suppress the anomaly...
