317: C317 "You cheated me!"

C317 "You cheated me!"

remained expressionless in the face of Lu Wenqing's mockery and the mockery of the countless warriors around him. He did not waste any more time speaking, he once again gripped onto his Cold Wind Blade and rushed forward.

"It seems like you really won't cry until you see the coffin!" "Don't give up until you reach the Yellow River!"

Liu Ling was extremely pleased with himself. After he succeeded with his previous attack, he had already understood the rules of Situ Binghe's slash.

The sabre art was fast and swift, it was accompanied by a thick frost aura, but it wasn't too strong in a frontal clash. He could use the Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod to completely shatter the sabre Qi!

Having this kind of mental advantage, Liu Ling did not feel that he would lose to Situ Binghe.

"Grow!"

Liu Ling bellowed, the dark green flame rod in his hand aimed at Situ Binghe who was dozens of meters away, and the spirit energy suddenly exploded forth.

"Buzz!"

Without warning, the Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod extended out again, reaching over ten meters in a row, ruthlessly smashing towards Situ Binghe.

Around the Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod, a large amount of dark green flames were gathered, as if they were raindrops falling from the sky, fast and swift.

He repeated the same trick.

A tinge of cruelty flashed across Situ Binghe's eyes, he raised his blade and roared: "One slash!"

A cold light flashed through the air, and then everything shattered.

All of the attacks and techniques that were aimed at him were instantly slashed apart. All of the ghost flames that had shot out from nowhere were completely shattered!

Liu Ling's pupils violently contracted. Then, his hands went numb and the Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod was struck away.

He lowered his head and saw that the area between his thumb and forefinger of the tiger had been cut open. Blood continuously flowed out, and the pain was heart-wrenching.

"Such great strength!"

Liu Ling still had some lingering fear in his heart. Luckily, he didn't come into direct contact with the saber just now. Otherwise, with his protective spiritual energy, he definitely wouldn't have been able to block such a powerful strike.

Liu Ling was still shaken up, but when he raised his head again, he discovered a shadow of a blade slashing towards him.

The position that Situ Binghe had today was inextricably linked to his own Inherent skill.

The might of his Cold Wind Blade had not been fully displayed in the previous battle, which was why it was temporarily suppressed by Liu Ling.

Now, Situ Binghe was completely enraged.

"Kill!"

Situ Binghe roared softly. His pupils were a deep blue as cold air assaulted his face.

His entire body was filled with ice-blue rays of light, and he was rushing around in the air. Wherever he went, space would shake and the world would shake.

The Cold Wind Blade in his hand opened and closed. Compared to before, his strength had increased by an entire grade.

After Situ Binghe changed his style, Liu Ling felt the pressure on his body suddenly become huge. Every time he tried to resist, his hands would get numb and his joints would hurt.

In the current situation, Situ Binghe was attacking nonstop. Liu Ling was so frightened that he constantly dodged, and did not dare to meet face to face with Situ Binghe at all.

When the surrounding warriors saw this scene, they were all shocked.

"Situ Binghe, are you hiding your true strength?"

"No matter what, he is definitely the number one core disciple in the Thoughtless Sect. He isn't as unbearable as you all think."

"I feel like this is his true strength."

"With the same level, those with high grade martial spirits will definitely have an advantage."

Even Lu Wenqing, who was initially incomparably proud of herself, was frowning as worry filled her heart.

It didn't matter if he couldn't kill Situ Binghe, since there would be more opportunities later on.

What he was truly afraid of, was that his foster son, Liu Ling, would die in Situ Binghe's hands!

If that happened, it would undoubtedly be another loss for him.

"Ghost Flame Explosion!"

Liu Ling did not dare to face them head on, and could only retreat. Even as he retreated, he did not forget to shoot out a huge fireball from the top of the Dark Green Ghost Flame Rod. It was extremely demonic.

Situ Binghe originally wanted to slash apart the fireball, but he seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and a flash of light appeared in his eyes.

He waved his sword awkwardly, but strangely, he was not able to break the fireball. Instead, he was blown away by the fireball with a loud explosion. The energy around his body exploded, filling the surroundings with tiny strands of Qi.

Seeing this scene, Liu Ling suddenly became excited as his entire body trembled with excitement.

During the period of time that Situ Binghe had launched a powerful attack, he did not want to accept it at all, and he even wanted to admit defeat.

This fellow, his true strength had actually reached such a level, truly inconceivable.

But so what? Wasn't his attack interrupted?

While you're sick, I'll take your life!

Liu Ling's eyes blossomed with a brilliant light, afraid that Situ Binghe would admit defeat, he hurriedly took a step forward and ruthlessly smashed the dark green ghost flame rod down, "Situ Binghe, watch me send you to hell!"

Just as Liu Ling was about to rush to Situ Binghe's side, Situ Binghe suddenly stood up.

Where was the injury?

"You!"

Liu Ling's expression changed abruptly and was filled with fear.

Initially, he was afraid that Situ Binghe would surrender and miss the chance to kill him, so he immediately took advantage of the opportunity and pursued him, not wanting to give his opponent the slightest chance to catch his breath.

Only now did he realize that his thoughts were too simple.

Situ Binghe was obviously playing a trick, to get him to sneak in!

"Puchi!"

Liu Ling was about to retreat when he suddenly felt a pain in his lower abdomen. Lowering his head, he saw that the cold wind blade had unknowingly pierced through his body and come out from behind.

The icy cold stream of air instantly spread out from the cold wind blade and covered Liu Ling's entire body.

"Crack!"

The sound of his body being frozen continuously sounded out.

Liu Ling felt his blood solidifying. His veins, bones, and flesh were all condensing into ice at an unbelievable speed.

"You!"1

Liu Ling spat out blood, but before he could spit it out, it was completely frozen.

A layer of frost formed on his face and body.

"You tricked me!"

Before Liu Ling could finish speaking, he felt the life force in his body completely freeze and turn into an ice sculpture. He fell from the sky and shattered into pieces.

"I'm just playing a trick. If I don't, how can I kill you?"

Situ Binghe retracted his Cold Wind Blade, his eyes full of joy.

He had purposefully pretended to be seriously injured just now because he wanted Liu Ling to take the initiative. Once Liu Ling became anxious and his body became unprotected, it would be much easier to deal with him.

The reason for this was precisely because he didn't want Liu Ling to admit defeat and surrender; he wanted to directly leave the other party's life on the arena!

"Thoughtless Sect wins."

The middle-aged man expressionlessly passed down the judgement.

"Hua!"

The surrounding martial artists exploded once again.

"You can even do that?"

"Too shameless!"

"I have to kill him. This is a blood feud."

Lu Xianqing's brain exploded. She was so angry that her hands were shaking. Her face was ashen, and she was so angry that she couldn't even spit out a mouthful of air.

Not far away, Ji Wuming merely smiled indifferently, and spoke without the slightest bit of surprise: "You did well."

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