At this mont, a lodious song unexpectedly echoed all around. The song was like a sound from heaven, ethereal and exquisite, coming from every direction, as if the entire world was harmonizing with it.
Sotis the song was high and stirring, like the howling wind atop a high mountain; other tis it was low and winding, resembling a babbling stream in a deep valley.
Qi izhen couldn’t help but softly say, "Could this be the legendary song of the Dong people?" Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his expression grave, his eyes revealing vigilance, fully aware that behind this beautiful song might lurk an unimaginable great danger.
And Bai Zhi just stood there quietly, gazing at them coldly, like an icy statue.
Her eyes held no fear, only determination and resolve, as if awaiting the outbreak of a fierce battle.
This fierce battle was undoubtedly unavoidable; they were already prepared to fight.
Qi izhen wanted to test Bai Zhi’s martial prowess, so without hesitation, she said to Shi Feiyang, "Grand Squad Leader, I’ll go first." With that, she skillfully displayed the Miao Saber Sect’s exquisite saber techniques and lunged at Bai Zhi.
In an instant, the Miao Saber in her hand glead with a cold light, the saber’s brilliance dancing like a silver snake, and the fierce saber wind howled.
Her movents were agile, her steps flowing like water, executing a "Miao Ling Feihong". The Miao Saber, with a montum like a rainbow, aid directly at Bai Zhi’s throat.
Bai Zhi, seeing this, was unruffled and gracefully moved her silver staff with silver spikes. The staff shadows overlapped, impenetrable, striking back at Qi izhen’s Miao Saber like a dragon swinging its tail. With a loud "clang", sparks flew.
The Miao Saber and silver staff collided, and the powerful impact pushed both of them back several steps.
In pure martial arts, Bai Zhi was indeed slightly inferior to Qi izhen.
In the confrontation, Qi izhen’s attacks beca increasingly fierce, one strike following another with "Miao Blade Tornado Slash" and "Cui Yu’s Saber Flower", forcing Bai Zhi to retreat repeatedly.
However, a strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Bai Zhi’s mouth. She muttered an incantation while her hands swiftly ford seals.
Instantly, a strong and nauseatingly strange aura spread out.
The originally clear sky was suddenly shrouded by a layer of dark green haze.
The air was filled with a putrid sll, as if the gates of Hell had been opened.
Suddenly, the ground around them cracked open, and nurous black vines burst out. These vines, covered with sli, glistened with an eerie sheen in the dim light. Their sharp thorns, like a demon’s fangs, swiftly coiled towards Qi izhen.
At the sa ti, clusters of green mist appeared in the air, with sinister ghostly faces faintly erging within. The ghostly faces opened their bloody mouths, emitting soul-chilling low growls, as if intent on devouring Qi izhen’s soul.
This was Bai Zhi’s witchcraft, Spiritual Power overflowing, various colors interweaving and flickering, the green mist as ghostly as phosphorescence. The black vines emitted a dark light, like a curse from Hell.
Xie Wen hastily embraced Little Shi Xiong, leaping into the air, using the exquisitely profound "Feixu Qingyan Technique" to evade the entanglent and devouring of the witchcraft.
Qi izhen suddenly found herself in a predicant. She swung the Miao Saber, trying to cut the vines, but discovered these vines were exceptionally tough. As the saber struck them, it only sparked, unable to harm them in the slightest. anwhile, the green mist continuously corroded her, making her feel dizzy and her body gradually heavier, as if being pulled by an invisible force.
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