3571: C3571 The Path That Qing Zhao Believed in

C3571 The Path That Qing Zhao Believed in

Qing Zhao looked at Jiang Ting's smile and sensed his gaze. His expression was extremely unsightly. He knew that Jiang Ting and the other hidden Golden Core experts were waiting for him to swear an oath.

Not making an oath?

Jiang Ting had pressed him too hard, and his movements and oath were too fast. Qing Zhao had no way out.

At this moment, there were only two options left for him. He could either swear an oath and fight.

If he ran, Jiang Ting would be able to use his early Earth Realm cultivation without any hesitation. It would be enough for him to kill him with a wave of his hand!

Jiang Ting was quite patient as well, waiting patiently.

After a long time.

Qing Zhao slowly exhaled. "I had the same idea when I sparred with you, Fellow Daoist!"

After he finished speaking, even though he was unwilling and unwilling, Qing Zhao still calmed his emotions and prepared to fight to the death.

After that, he imitated Jiang Ting and bent his right arm, his five fingers facing the sky.

"I, Qing Zhao, swear on the Great Dao that I will fight Jiang Ting fair and square. If Jiang Ting loses, I will let his divine soul reincarnate. I will bet on this battle. I will give you all the wealth you have for the loser. If you violate this oath, you will have a heart demon attached to you. When the lightning enters his body, his divine soul will be destroyed, and he will no longer exist! "

His voice could also be considered powerful and resounding!

The oath was almost the same as Jiang Ting's oath. The only difference was that the person's name was changed.

However...

Jiang Ting quietly said, "Your nickname, Oath, does not seem to admit it... You should use your real name to make an Oath."

Once the oath was completed, there would be a response... He didn't see any response from Qing Zhao's oath just now.

Qing Zhao... wasn't his name, but rather his nickname.

Strictly speaking, it was possible to swear an oath with his title... The oath just now had probably been formed because Qing Zhao hadn't acknowledged his name in his heart when he swore, which was why the oath hadn't been completed yet.

If it was someone else, perhaps they would have overlooked it... But Jiang Ting wouldn't.

Qing Zhao's expression sank once more.

However... this time, he didn't delay for too long, and he quickly made another oath with an expressionless face.

"I, Fang Ming, swear on the Great Dao that I will fight Jiang Ting fair and square. If Jiang Ting loses, he will let his divine soul reincarnate. We will bet on this battle. I will give you all the wealth for the loser. If you violate this oath, you will have a heart demon. When the lightning enters his body, his divine soul will be destroyed, and he will no longer exist! "

Invisible ripples spread out, and a unique Concept spread out... The oath was complete.

Adding Jiang Ting's oath, one of them had to die here.

Jiang Ting smiled again. "Fang Ming... Fellow Daoist's name is indeed not as good as Qing Zhao's nickname."

Qing Zhao did not answer. Instead, he slowly floated backwards, and the magic power in his body circulated rapidly. In a trance, he seemed to have seen that when he was still a nobody... Because he was unwilling and because of his greed, he took the risk to attack a person who had entered the Demon Slayer City.

That time, he was so close to death... He still remembered that back then, if that person had not been seriously injured, he would not have been able to kill him.

At that time, even if he won, he'd still suffered an extremely severe injury. If it wasn't for that person not having expected death, and if it wasn't for him obtaining that person's vast wealth... How could he be ranked tenth on the Prodigy Roll, Qing Zhao!?

As he thought about it, in a short period of time, Qing Zhao floated back around 200 meters.

The uneasiness, palpitations, bewilderment, and all other emotions in his heart had been completely suppressed, and the only thing that remained was calmness.

In an instant, Jiang Ting's finger began to emit a fluorescent light. "Interesting."

It was not that his hands were truly glowing, but rather that his magic power had already been circulated to his five fingers... or rather, to put it simply... Jiang Ting had already activated a certain spell and was in a state of concentration and not releasing it. As long as he was willing, he could instantly cast it at any time.

His words also became serious.

He discovered that the fear Qing Zhao gave him had increased... and a hint of death had also appeared. Although it was very weak, it had indeed appeared.

He looked at Qing Zhao once more.

He looked at the dense magic power that Jiang Ting's five fingers had condensed.

After staring at him for about half a breath, he said in a low voice, "Jiang Ting... I have to say, I shouldn't have looked down on you too much."

Jiang Ting's expression froze. "Why do you like to talk nonsense so much?"

After asking, he was too lazy to wait for the answer. With a flick of his finger, nearly ten cold beams pierced through the air.

A life and death battle... He didn't like to waste time talking nonsense with a dead person that was bound to die. If it wasn't for the uniqueness of Qing Zhao's ranking on the Prodigy Roll, he wouldn't have talked nonsense with him for so long.

Qing Zhao remained calm when he saw the cold light that assaulted him. "I believe that I'll still be able to stand at the end this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the extremely swift cold light tore through the sky and closed in on Qing Zhao... and it would arrive in the blink of an eye within an extremely short period of time.

Finally, a fluctuation of magic power arose within Qing Zhao's body, and his green clothes suddenly developed many patterns that were like trees.

In the blink of an eye, the illusory image of an ancient tree that was over thirty meters tall descended and enveloped Qing Zhao.

"Bang!" Muffled bangs sounded out repeatedly as the cold light struck the ancient tree. It didn't tear the ancient tree apart, only creating quite a few ripples.

Obviously, the green clothes Qing Zhao wore weren't ordinary clothes, and it was a magic treasure... a defensive magic treasure.

Or perhaps it could be said that if one's cultivation was higher, then the clothes they wore wouldn't be ordinary clothes... For example, Jiang Ting's clothes seemed ordinary, yet they were actually defensive magic treasures, the Thousand Feathers Feathers.

The hairpin he had inserted into his hair wasn't an ordinary hairpin, but a defensive magic treasure hairpin shaped like a tiger.

For example, shoes, necklaces, and other accessories... they were all magical treasures.

On the other side.

Although the cold light was useless, Jiang Ting was not angry. "If you only have this much strength... I'm afraid I will be very disappointed."

A strong wave of magic power rose. Jiang Ting didn't hide it at all. He immediately used the supreme spell of the Purple Frost Sect, Flower Not Flower.

Peach blossoms fell from the sky, and the rich fragrance of flowers spread in all directions.

Seeing the peach blossoms that filled the sky, Qing Zhao was not afraid. He turned around and shouted in a low voice, "Black Butterfly!"

He had a magic treasure to protect him, so the fragrance of flowers could not permeate him for the time being. The shadow of the ancient tree also temporarily isolated the peach blossoms from the outside world... He had nothing to worry about.

Jiang Ting, who was still preparing to attack, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He saw Qing Zhao suddenly lift up the sleeve of his left hand, revealing his clean arm. Unlike his tanned face, his arm was fairer and fairer.

However, there was a pitch-black spot on his fair arm... a tattoo.

A tattoo of a butterfly, a black butterfly tattoo.

If that was all, Jiang Ting wouldn't have been like this... The troublesome thing was that as Qing Zhao revealed the tattoo, the tattoo suddenly came to life. The black butterfly continuously spread its wings on his arm.

About half a breath later.2

The butterfly completely came to life and left Qing Zhao's arm... Once the black butterfly left, Qing Zhao's arm would no longer have tattoos.

A certain spell?

No, it wasn't!

However, in an instant, Jiang Ting's eyes twitched. "Spiritual Pet... This Tian Lan's Lu Sheng Demonic Beast is virtually impossible to break through to the Golden Core Realm, but you have one in your hands. You are really lucky."

That black butterfly was not a magic technique, but a Demonic Beast!

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