northernbook Chapter 223 is her weakest sword strike, executed due to her depleted spiritual energy.
Chapter 223 is her weakest sword strike, executed due to her depleted spiritual energy.
Wen Xupeng sneered. After the previous battle, he knew that Zhong Lingxin had two spirit beasts.
However, he wasn't afraid; he also possessed a spirit beast.
Wen Xupeng also waved his hand, and two spirit beasts flew out.
One was a flying winged tiger just like Nangong Yifeng, and the other was a black sable.
As soon as the sable came out, it looked around.
Wasn't there supposed to be a purple electric sable? He came here specifically for the purple electric sable.
Zhong Lingxin smiled coldly, and with another wave of her hand, she summoned the Purple Lightning Sable: "Go on, this time I'll let you have a good beating!"
Wen Xupeng waved his hand again, and a ghostly blue flame appeared. He sneered, "Don't you still have a flame? Come on, it'll be perfect to feed my Ghostly Blue."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Lingxin smiled. She could tell that this was a Deep Sea Flame, ranked fifteenth on the Strange Flame Ranking, also known as the Sea Heart Flame. When it burned, it resembled ripples on water, beautiful yet deadly.
Such a beautiful flame! How could the Illusory Heavenly Fire bear not to consume it?
Zhong Lingxin was eager to know, so she raised her hand and released Huanhuan: "Your opponent has arrived too, go!"
In the blink of an eye, everyone went off to find their own rivals.
Wen Xupeng roared, "Zhong Lingxin, prepare to die!"
With a flick of his sword, a wave surged toward Zhong Lingxin.
If you were to ask who Wen Xupeng hates the most in recent years, it would definitely be Zhong Lingxin, and all the cultivators of the Qingyun Sect.
Back then, he led the Lingyun Sect cultivators into the ancient battlefield with great ambition, intending to make a name for himself and gain a better position in the Lingyun Sect.
To everyone's surprise, the entire army was wiped out, with only a very small number of people escaping.
He was one of the very few lucky people.
After he was released, he kept saying that the Qingyun Sect had harmed their Lingyun Sect, but no one believed him, and all the evidence showed that the Qingyun Sect had no time or place to commit the crime.
But he still believed it was the work of the Qingyun Sect, and most likely Zhong Lingxin.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been such a coincidence that Zhong Lingxin entered the ancient battlefield twice, and both times the Lingyun Sect was completely wiped out.
Nobody believed him; they just thought he was a lunatic spouting nonsense.
Finally, it was said that his resolve was weak and he was not worthy of being cultivated.
He wanted to leave the village to find evidence.
However, few people from the Lingyun Sect dared to wander around the Immortal Spirit Continent, for fear of being killed by cultivators from other sects.
Because their ancestors couldn't leave, even Mahayana cultivators who were training outside became targets for others, let alone a mere Nascent Soul cultivator like him!
Wen Xupeng went crazy every time he thought of the Qingyun Sect.
Today, he is determined to kill Zhong Lingxin.
He understood Zhong Lingxin's adjustments very well. She had three spiritual roots: metal, wood, and fire. She didn't follow the usual path, abandoning the three spiritual root cultivation method and instead cultivating a spiritual consciousness method. She was also a self-cultivator, and her left-hand attacks were extremely powerful, which she called "Sky-Piercing Cannon."
In his view, Zhong Lingxin's cultivation speed was too fast, and her cultivation level would definitely not be able to keep up. She could only rely on some unorthodox methods to deceive people.
He is a cultivator from a major sect with a solid foundation, having built a strong foundation since childhood.
As long as he can withstand Zhong Lingxin's initial attacks, he will be able to demonstrate his advantage of a solid foundation and abundant spiritual energy.
Yes, he had already thought of a solution, which could be summed up in one word: delay!
So when Wen Xupeng shouted "Kill! Kill! Kill!", he actually did little more than make a big show of it.
Despite its impressive appearance, very little spiritual energy was actually used.
After launching a few sword attacks, Zhong Lingxin knew Wen Xupeng's plan.
They also praised Wen Xupeng for his thorough preparation.
Her Soul-Slaying Sword attacks always hit a soft wall like cotton, unable to penetrate Wen Xupeng's consciousness at all.
It seems that Wen Xupeng has a magic weapon to protect his sea of consciousness.
Wen Xupeng watched as Zhong Lingxin continued to foolishly swing her sword, sneered, and continued his magnificent and spectacular attack.
He wouldn't laugh wildly and say he had a magical artifact to protect his divine sense. He'd rather let Zhong Lingxin, who had little combat experience, continue attacking his divine sense. He'd rather exhaust her to death and deplete her spiritual energy as quickly as possible.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for Zhong Lingxin's face to turn pale, and she took a Spirit-Replenishing Pill.
Not long after, her face grew paler and paler, and she took another Spirit-Replenishing Pill.
One by one...
He quickly finished a bottle.
In contrast, Wen Xupeng didn't take a single pill.
The cultivators watching from below the stage all sighed.
Zhong Lingxin is doomed to lose!
This advancement speed is too fast. It's definitely not as impressive as a cultivator who takes a steady and methodical approach. It seems I need to be more careful when cultivating in the future and not just pursue speed.
Zhong Lingxin on the stage had already performed the "Soul Slayer" sword technique three times, and seemed to have run out of ideas. Her swordsmanship was becoming flustered, revealing several small flaws.
Wen Xupeng sneered. He had made up his mind. When Zhong Lingxin used the "Soul Killing" sword technique again and revealed a flaw, he would kill her with one blow!
Soon, Zhong Lingxin will unleash her sword technique, "Soul Scattered," again.
This was Zhong Lingxin's most powerful soul-slaying sword strike, but it was also the one she executed least effectively due to her depleted spiritual power.
Just as Zhong Lingxin's sword came slashing diagonally, leaving her left hand wide open, Wen Xupeng made his move.
Suddenly, his sword flashed like lightning as he thrust it towards Zhong Lingxin's left shoulder, shouting at the same time, "Water Blast! Blast, blast, blast!"
Countless water droplets burst forth from the tip of his sword, heading towards Zhong Lingxin's left shoulder.
But where is Zhong Lingxin?
Where is she?
Wen Xupeng realized he had been tricked. He didn't change his position, but with a swing of his sword behind him, a wall of water appeared behind him.
Just then, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind!
At the same time, he heard a scream. It was Black Sable. Black Sable was attacked from both sides by Zhong Lingxin and Purple Lightning Sable. It was hit in the mind by a sword, which slowed its movement and made it hit by the lightning of Purple Lightning Sable.
Wen Xupeng's mind raced, and he wanted to take back the black sable.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Zhong Lingxin's Soul-Slaying Sword struck again, hitting the black sable's consciousness.
The purple lightning sable once again unleashed lightning from both claws, blinding the black sable in the eyes.
The black sable, whose vision had suddenly darkened, hadn't even had time to feel the pain in its eyes before its consciousness was struck.
After being struck in the mind three times in a row, the sable's sea of consciousness was completely shattered.
When Wen Xupeng swung his sword to come to the rescue, he only saw the sable limply falling to the ground.
Seeing Wen Xupeng's rescue, Zhong Lingxin waved her left hand without hesitation, sending the sable towards Wen Xupeng's sword light.
Wen Xupeng hurriedly tried to withdraw his sword strike. This was his old partner of hundreds of years, and he couldn't bring himself to strike his corpse again.
Zhong Lingxin wouldn't give him a chance to withdraw his sword. As Wen Xupeng's sword light contracted, Zhong Lingxin swung the black sable even faster.
Enraged, Wen Xupeng's eyes were bloodshot. With nowhere to retreat, he could only unleash his sword and watch helplessly as the black sable was cleaved in two by his own blade.
Zhong Lingxin sighed, "That's really cruel! This black sable has been with you for hundreds of years! It's already dead, why are you still torturing its corpse! Really, sigh, people's hearts have changed so much!"