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In the eyes of all the Nanjue people, Yushengmo is the number one expert in Nanjue.
But she knew very well.
To achieve this first place, Yu Shengmo overdrawn his life force.
He was about to die.
As a disciple of Yu Shengmo, she felt that Ye Dingzhi had been blinded by anger and had come to his death.
Regarding Ye Dingzhi.
She didn't want to kill him; after all, he was a promising talent.
"Please enlighten me."
however.
Before Yan Lingxia could speak, Ye Dingzhi's tone was icy.
He was like a sword radiating malevolent energy.
This is in stark contrast to her previous humble and pure image.
"Possessed?"
Yan Lingxia's beautiful eyes widened.
Somewhat unexpectedly, Ye Dingzhi has become like this.
"Were you the one who fell into demonic possession a few days ago?"
Yan Lingxia suddenly remembered that the strange phenomenon in Nanjue a few days ago had already spread throughout the entire Nanjue.
just.
Her only response was a cold, sharp sword.
The sword thrust upwards from the bottom of the great river.
Carrying a surge of sword energy, it instantly chopped the bamboo beneath Yan Lingxia's feet into pieces.
Yan Lingxia stood on a bamboo pole, barely managing to steady herself.
A huge wave of emotions surged within me.
"A journey through a mystical realm?!"
Yan Lingxia stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief.
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She immediately sensed something was wrong: "No, but it's very close to a state of spiritual travel."
"He's improved so quickly in just a few days?!"
"How can this be?!"
"Such talent is unparalleled in this world!"
"Yu Shengmo, Yu Shengmo, now I finally understand that the sword you swung was not meant to compete with me for the title of the Southern Martial Arts Master."
"But...it's for the child in front of me."
"You want him to see your strongest sword strike."
this moment.
Yan Lingxia suddenly realized the truth.
She realized just how terribly wrong she had been back then.
"It's a pity that he has fallen into the demonic path. If this child is not eliminated, he will become a scourge to the world in the future!"
talking.
She drew her sword and unleashed her strongest strike.
In the sky.
It was as if countless swords were following, their sword energy forming waves, containing boundless killing intent, heading towards Ye Dingzhi.
At first.
Yan Lingxia used this move, which was the next strongest sword strike from Yu Shengmo!
"Back then, your master overexerted himself by using the Demonic Immortal Sword Technique to take this sword strike, ultimately dying and vanishing. Now, you and your master have both died from this sword strike, so you can go down to meet him without shame."
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"Noisy."
Ye Dingzhi spat out a few words, his pupils blazing with murderous intent.
Between waving hands.
The complete Demon Immortal Sword Techniques were gathered in the sword, and then, a sword was swung out.
The enormous purple sword phantom hovered in the air, its speed and power far surpassing those of Yu Shengmo.
This is the Great Perfection Demon Immortal Sword Technique!
It is not only stronger, but also has no side effects.
"How can it be?!"
Yan Lingxia was shocked by Ye Dingzhi's sword technique. She struggled to hold on, but was defeated in less than half a breath.
Before she could react.
A flurry of flashing swords and shadows.
A cold, sharp longsword was already pressed against her neck.
"Submit, or die!"
The coldness in his tone was like the icy ice of the heavens, leaving no room for doubt.
"Kill me if you want!"
"Your master doesn't even have the ability to make me submit!"
Yan Lingxia spat out a mouthful of blood and retorted loudly.
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For a fleeting moment, her pupils became unfocused and lost in thought.
And then.
Like a puppet, he knelt on one knee in front of Ye Dingzhi, his expression no longer showing the anger he had just displayed.
All that remains is respect.
"Meet the master."
His voice was completely calm and composed.
This scene.
If others found out, they would be so shocked their eyes would pop out.
Yan Lingxia, the second-best martial artist in the Southern Manual, known as the Sword Immortal, a woman who was martial and indomitable throughout her life, actually knelt before Ye Dingzhi.
Call him master!
"I actually won on my first try!"
Ye Dingzhi slowly sheathed his sword.
Just now, while Yan Lingxia was speaking, Ye Dingzhi used a demonic secret technique, Soul Imprint!
The person who implanted the soul imprint.
They will be enslaved for all their lives, and only death can liberate them.
Don't worry about being betrayed.
This is the domineering nature of demonic techniques!
just.
Ye Dingzhi originally thought that Yan Lingxia was determined and not so easy to enslave.
I didn't expect to win on my first try.
"The Southern Sword Immortal is nothing special."
Ye Dingzhi chuckled for a moment, then spoke:
"Yan Lingxia, pass on my order."
"Defeat one hundred masters of the Southern Manual within three days."
"The Sound Shakes the South!"
The voice fell.
Yan Lingxia lay prostrate on the ground, her resolute voice ringing out:
"Yes, Master!"
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Chapter 4 Mysterious Purple Robe Masked Group of 3 People 7 (Part 1) 7 Part 2, Encountering Yue Jiu Yao Yi Jiu Qing
Three days later...
"Did you hear that?"
"These past two days, a man in a purple robe and mask has been challenging Nanjue masters everywhere."
"I've heard about it too. Things haven't been peaceful in Nanjue lately. First, Yushengmo and his disciple defeated all the experts in Nanjue. Now, this mysterious person has appeared."
"This purple-robed masked man is different from Yu Shengmo. Although Yu Shengmo is called a demon, he only wins and does not kill. But the purple-robed masked man is not only extremely ruthless, killing or maiming people, but also uses martial arts moves that are unheard of and very strange."
"I think this purple-robed masked man is more like a demon than Yu Shengmo!"
"..."
At a teahouse by the roadside, several passersby were discussing recent major events.
at this time.
The purple-robed masked man who had caused such a commotion in Nanjue was walking through a lush bamboo forest.
"Stop!"
Sudden.
A figure dragging a giant sword appeared and blocked the purple-robed masked man's path.
"Who...who are you?"
"Why inflict such a cruel blow on a master of the Southern Martial Arts? The fate of the Southern Martial Arts has run its course; let it end here!"
The purple-robed masked man simply said, "Trying to intimidate me with the Southern Manual? What is the Southern Manual anyway? Anyone who tries to stop me, I will kill."
She looked up and glanced at him, as if she were looking at a dead person.
"Nan Jue Ba Dao, Tantai Jin Yue? I was just about to go find you, but I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry to come and die."
"What arrogance!" Tantai Jinyue said in a chilling tone, "Even Yu Shengmo, the number one expert in the Southern Secret Manual, cannot reliably defeat me, let alone you?"
"You coward who only knows how to hide his face, I'm going to rip your mask off with one blow and see who you really are!"
The words fell.
Tantai Jinyue raised her broadsword; although it was a heavy and thick sword, it moved extremely fast.
A cold light flashed.
The broadsword suddenly swiftly attacked the purple-robed masked man, the accompanying terrifying gust of wind whipping up large swaths of bamboo leaves.
This sword strike is like a thousand troops galloping wildly, carrying unparalleled momentum and domineering power. It is an unreasonable danger, very direct, but leaving no place to hide or defend. The only way to break it is with an even stronger attack!
but.
The purple-robed masked man simply drew a few thin, cicada-wing-like finger blades from his waist and lightly danced them into incredibly beautiful dazzling patterns. One or two blades quickly transformed into thousands upon thousands, as beautiful as lotus flowers blooming in an instant.