1877: C1877 Super Cold Glare

C1877 Super Cold Glare

Clang!

Ma Qingkong raised his left hand to block with the back of the knife.

Boom!

The snow and earth around him scattered in all directions.

"Break!" Ma Qingkong rushed into the air with all his might.

He turned his wrist, and the Han Knife slashed out a few times in response to Ye Lingtian's incoming attack.

What a great 'Ma Qingkong'! It was so close to the wind, so strong!

Ye Lingtian turned to the right and was about to touch the ground.

The cold light cleaved downwards, and the pure immortal energy cleaved the area in front of it into a vacuum.

Wen Xingchen's eyes widened as she muttered, "That's impossible!"

"If there's no one to guide him, he'll be able to comprehend this …"

The shock on Wen Xingchen's face turned into pleasant surprise.

"Unexpectedly!" Was this due to poor aptitude? "Major powers, you misjudged me."

"In this low realm, if you were able to comprehend this step in such a short period of time, I'm afraid that the geniuses in your eyes are nothing more than mediocre."

Wen Xingchen's words were not without reason.

Ye Lingtian's sudden attack solved the mystery of the levitation battle.

A surge of power surged towards Ye Lingtian.

The bet was right! Ye Lingtian smiled proudly.

Borrowing this power, his body flew into the air, and his body's trajectory was strange and graceful.

Ma Qingkong was overjoyed. "Beautiful!"

He held the saber in both hands and pointed his feet downwards. On the wasteland, he was like a dancing fairy.

One of them was in the air while the other was in the wasteland. The two blades had not intersected, but Wen Xingchen was sweating profusely.

Ye Lingtian, who was still in mid-air, focused his attack angle on the slight movement of his wrist.

Wu Tie stood guard on the wasteland. Every step he took, the twist of his wrist clearly calculated Ye Lingtian's possible landing point.

In the Immortal Arts world, in the eyes of the powerful beings, Ma Qingkong and Ye Lingtian were ants.

But in the near future, continue along this path.

Wen Xingchen had absolute reason to believe that Ye Lingtian, who had caused so much trouble in this world, would turn the tide in the Immortal Arts world.

Perhaps he was the person the major powers were waiting for.

In the blizzard, Ye Lingtian, who had turned left in the middle of the air, was becoming more and more casual.

On the wasteland, Ma Qingkong was getting faster and faster.

Gradually, the two of them turned into two blurry shadows. One swam in the air, while the other traveled through the wasteland like a celestial dragon that had been swimming for two days.

Finally, the two afterimages clashed.

Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang!

The sound of weapons clashing could be heard.

Ye Lingtian's offensive moves were not standard. This was because he had never received any systematic training in sabresmanship. However, it was mainly due to its strange and domineering nature, with tricky angles.

Ma Qingkong's defense was very tight, but at the same time, he was also hiding his killing intent. From time to time, the tip of his blade would slightly move, signaling that he was attacking while defending.

Clang!

Ye Lingtian made a flank in the air.

Ma Qingkong released his Han Knife.

The moment the cold light hit the Han Knife, Ma Qingkong's body spun as he charged upwards.

Ye Lingtian trembled as he landed on the ground. He stared at the Han Knife in Ma Qingkong's hand with a cold glint on his face.

The atmosphere was tense, and Wen Xingchen's palms were already sweating.

In the field, Ma Qingkong heavily stabbed the Han Knife into the ground, shook his head, and stretched his muscles.

"Your attacks are so beautiful. I truly never would have imagined that at your twenties, you could understand so much about blade techniques."

Ye Lingtian let out a long breath and wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead: "If you had attacked me just now, there wouldn't have been any show for me down there."

Ma Qingkong shook his head: "I didn't force you to a certain level, to a certain level, maybe you will ruthlessly trap me in the battle."

Thinking about Ye Lingtian's past battles, Ma Qingkong smiled.

"Ye Lingtian's strongest point is his wisdom in battle."

"All this while, you've dug up the pit to the point where it's perfect. You're so insidious that you're scared of yourself."

"Thank you for being able to have a fair and square match with me."

Ye Lingtian's face turned red: "I'm not as bad as you say, right?"

"That's not bad, it's skill!"

Ma Qingkong raised his head and looked towards the vast sky, "There is nothing to be afraid of. The danger of the Immortal Arts world is something that I, deep within this world, cannot imagine."

"When we reach that world where the strong are respected, take it easy and speak too much benevolence and righteousness to the opponent. It might be suicide!"

Ye Lingtian looked at the dancing dragon and frowned, "You can't say that. There are good people and bad people everywhere, good and evil."

"That's true. Actually, you don't need me to remind you."

Ma Qingkong pulled out the Han Knife and shouted at Ye Lingtian, "Are you ready?"

Ye Lingtian nodded: "We are waiting for this moment!"

Ma Qingkong had a weird smile on his face. He held a saber in one hand and a sharp light flashed across his eyes.

"Ye Lingtian, you must clearly see this slash. All the essence that I have comprehended in a thousand years is in this slash!"

Ye Lingtian held the cold light with both of his hands as he stared at Ma Qingkong's slightly left leg. He was slightly nervous.

"If you did not intend to die, would I be able to block this blade?"

Ma Qingkong said coldly, "If you don't have confidence in yourself, who will be able to?"

"Don't disappoint Master. Live and go to another world. In this world, I wish Master a great vengeance!"

"I also wish you the best of luck in solving all these riddles and meeting your senior sister again!"

Ye Lingtian adjusted his mood and looked deeply at Ma Qingkong. His voice was slightly low.

"When I see her, I'll tell her what happened today."

"I will bring her back to this world, and pay my respects to you all in the Cangzhou's ancient pavilion path!"

Ma Qingkong's hand that was holding the sabre began to tremble, an indigo glow formed two long lines on the sabre's body.

"Don't worship her! She doesn't like to cause trouble!"

Ma Qingkong closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes, the wind and snow were blowing.

The Frost Dragon's eyes were bloodshot, and the pearl in its mouth had been completely swallowed. The scales on its body instantly began to glow with a golden light.

Ye Lingtian muttered to himself. He didn't know what the change meant.

"You also feel this suffocating tension?"

There was no reply. After the agitation just now, Tianlong was completely silent.

It was waiting, waiting for Ma Qingkong's final strike.

Wen Xingchen's heart leaped into her throat.

As he spoke, Ma Qingkong and Ye Lingtian's previous attack and defense in the Wasteland could even be considered a wonderful battle of sabresmanship in the Immortal Arts world.

If those blade wielding experts saw this, it was unknown just how many people would clap and cheer for him. Even though both of them were very slow and weak.

What was shocking was that everyone's applause was just the prelude.

The real drama was about to begin.

Wen Xingchen understood that the upcoming fight would never be a one-on-one battle. Instead, she would decide the outcome with one move, and decide life and death with one move.

Ye Lingtian held his breath and took a stance. His celestial spiritual energy had just condensed in the cold light.

The dragon on the blade suddenly danced, releasing the Nether Blue Light.

Ma Qingkong held the sabre with both hands, pointed the sabre downwards, and rushed towards Ye Lingtian.

His speed was very fast. When he arrived in front of Ye Lingtian, the spot where he had been standing before had not disappeared.

Ye Lingtian retreated a few steps back, held his saber with both of his hands and pulled back at the same time.

Clang!

The Han Knife slashed down diagonally.

According to the direction of the blade, it was about to cut towards Ye Lingtian's lower body.

Ye Lingtian quickly bent down to defend against a slash to the lower half of his body.

Just when Ye Lingtian was ready to dash forward to find a chance to counterattack, Ma Qingkong dropped from the sky with both of his hands gripping his saber.

The Ma Qingkong in front of him was just an illusion!

Ye Lingtian's heart went cold and his eyes were filled with fear.

The cold light let out a roar as it left Wang Lin's hand.

The moment it rushed out, a powerful force passed through the handle of the saber.

Crack!

Ye Lingtian slid back a meter.

This one meter allowed him to rush out of the killing range of the Han Knife.

Bang!

The Han Knife slashed the ground heavily.

Ma Qingkong looked at Ye Lingtian with a weird smile on his face.

The cold light that left Ma Qingkong's hand turned in the air and pierced through Ma Qingkong's chest from behind.

The cold light landed firmly in Ye Lingtian's hand. There was a drop of blood on the tip of the blade.

Ma Qingkong kneeled on the ground and looked at the cold light in his eyes. Then, he looked at Ye Lingtian, whose facial muscles had stiffened, and asked with a trembling voice, "Did you see that?"

Ye Lingtian nodded: "I saw it!"

"The blade I lost to you …"

Ma Qingkong slowly walked down. In the snowstorm, he stared at where Wen Xingchen was standing, begging with his eyes.

An indigo light shot out and Ma Qingkong's lifeless eyes suddenly lit up. Then, he stopped breathing.

A trace of red light suddenly flashed across the Han Knife that was emitting an indigo glow.

"What are you blanking out for? Hurry up and adapt to the power of your Immortal Level …"

Wen Xingchen did not know when she had arrived in front of Ye Lingtian, so she scolded him.

However, halfway through her words, she could not continue.

The cold light that was emitting from the Netherworld Blue Light had disappeared along with the blade and the Heavenly Dragon.

Behind Ye Lingtian, who was holding his saber, there was a faintly dancing golden dragon.

God Suppressing Heaven Tablet, One with the Saber!

Eight big words appeared in Wen Xingchen's mind.

A surging force came from Ye Lingtian's body. On the snowy wasteland that was wreaking havoc, a few strands of sunlight shined down.

When these rays of sunlight fell upon the eerie blue blade, it was dazzling and extraordinary for a moment.

After an unknown period of time, Ye Lingtian slowly opened his eyes and ignored the stunned Wen Xingchen.0

He walked to the place where Ma Qingkong was standing not long ago and picked up the scabbard.

Whoosh!

Putting the cold light back into the sheath, Ye Lingtian carried the cold light back to where Ma Qingkong fell.

"He is very skilled in the art of sabresmanship."

Ye Lingtian thought about Ma Qingkong's mysterious attack and felt ashamed. "If it wasn't for the cold light, I wouldn't have been able to dodge that blade attack."

"There are no ifs in the world."

With her hands behind her back, Wen Xingchen spoke expressionlessly, "If you win, then so be it. No one cares how you win."

"Also, do not attribute the reason for your victory to the cold light. The reason why the God Suppressing Heaven Tablet fragments are able to choose you is because of your ability."

"As for Ma Qingkong …"

Wen Xingchen looked at Ma Qingkong who was about to be covered by snow and snow, and unrestrainedly said: "He is a hero, but he is only a hero. He is not the main character in this world, and even more so in the Immortal Arts world."

Ye Lingtian did not retort Wen Xingchen. He just looked down at the ground.

After a while, he took off his jacket and carefully wrapped it around Ma Qingkong's Han Knife.

"His person isn't the main character. His blade technique is the main character of the Immortal Arts world!"

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