Boom!!!!!!
Sword Light surged like a tsunami, violently crashing down, exploding like countless Light Bullets, enveloping the figures of seven Evil Immortals entirely. Tornted screams echoed within the Sword Light, and shocking clouds of blood mist billowed up...
In the full-force strike from the separated Sword Spirit, four of the seven Evil Immortals died, two were seriously injured, and only the Evil King, a Purple Mansion Immortal Fourth Ice Realm, suffered minor injuries.
Before the Sword Light completely receded, the bodies of the four dead Evil Immortals fell. As the two seriously injured Evil Immortals tried to escape, they were surrounded and killed by Wang Xiaoqiang's puppets,
The lightly injured Evil King showed fear in his eyes, realizing he was no match for Wang Xiaoqiang. The Long Spear Magic Treasure in his hand flickered, shaking out a spiral-shaped spear flower — an Immortal Ice Flower,
This Immortal Ice Flower charged toward Wang Xiaoqiang, providing cover for the Evil King's escape.
Seeing this, Wang Xiaoqiang tapped his Storage Bag, and the remaining two Dual-Color Flying Swords imdiately shot out, heading straight for the Evil King.
At this mont, the spiral-shaped Immortal Ice Flower was already close. Wang Xiaoqiang swung the Penglai Immortal Sword, slashing out a curtain-like Sword Light that struck the Immortal Ice Flower, causing it to explode.
Simultaneously, Wang Xiaoqiang's disposable Magic Treasure, the Dual-Color Flying Swords, neared the Evil King, exploding behind him. The blasts destroyed the Evil King's Immortal Ice Barrier, sending him flying.
The Evil King was thrown back, spitting blood, his eyes filled with fear. Using inertia, he fled rapidly.
However, being seriously injured, escaping Wang Xiaoqiang's grasp was impossible. Now, not only could his speed not compare to the Patterned Beast, but Wang Xiaoqiang could catch up with him even through flight. The Patterned Beast roared, unfolded its Wind-Thunder Wings, and chased after, carrying its master to pursue, quickly closing in on the Evil King.
With a thought, Wang Xiaoqiang released the Demon Droplet and Yin Blade from the Suru Ring, pursuing the Evil King front and back.
Panicking, the Evil King used his Long Spear Magic Treasure to block, sweeping the spear twice, knocking the Demon Droplet and Yin Blade away.
Wang Xiaoqiang swung his Penglai Immortal Sword again, a curtain-like Sword Light slashed toward the Evil King's neck. The Evil King brought the spear back defensively, blocking in front of him. With a clashing sound, the Sword Light rebounded from the Long Spear.
"Brother, your fighting is too conservative, not aggressive enough. Watch how Little Rou slays this scoundrel." As Zhao Xiaorou's voice echoed, the Sword Spirit roared, the Sword Body in her hand vibrated, restless as though wanting to break free.
Seeing this, Wang Xiaoqiang casually relaxed his grip on the sword hilt, allowing the Immortal Sword to shoot out like a teor chasing the moon, aiming for the Evil King.
Startled, the Evil King repeatedly flickered the Long Spear Magic Treasure, producing nurous spear shadows, densely arranged like a fence in front of him.
The Penglai Immortal Sword charged swiftly, colliding with a spear shadow with a loud bang, bouncing back.
Relieved, the Evil King exhaled softly, gazing playfully at the Penglai Immortal Sword, sneering, "Little girl, you're still underdeveloped yet you want to spar with , isn't that a bit naive?"
"Courting death." A soft shout echoed as the Penglai Immortal Sword, controlled by Zhao Xiaorou, slightly circled, maneuvering to the Evil King's back and accelerating from behind.
The Evil King repeated his trick, flicking the Long Spear Magic Treasure to produce several spear shadows for protection.
Boom!!!
When the Penglai Immortal Sword collided with the spear shadows, it again rebounded like falling debris.
"Old scoundrel, go die." By this ti, Wang Xiaoqiang had closed in, releasing both palms simultaneously, twenty flashes of lightning exploded forth, crashing toward the Evil King.
Shocked and shaken, the Evil King didn't foresee such terrifying lightning from Wang Xiaoqiang. First, he raised the Immortal Ice Barrier, then grabbed the midsection of the Long Spear's body, twirling it theatrically, rotating it to create a spear screen. This spear screen, ford by Immortal Ice Condensation, revolved a circle before solidifying a circular Immortal Ice Spear Screen in front.
Boom boom boom boom boom~~~~~
Twenty bolts of lightning crashed simultaneously on the Immortal Ice Spear Screen, shattering it completely. The lightning broke through, striking his Immortal Ice Barrier,
Crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch~~~~~~
Although the Immortal Ice Barrier wasn't shattered by the lightning, it cracked densely... resembling shattered glass, fragile and unable to withstand any force.
At that mont, a sharp whistle sounded.
Sword Light flashed as the Penglai Immortal Sword descended from the sky, striking down to pierce through the Evil King's already cracked Immortal Ice Barrier, impaling his skull.
The Evil King's body trembled violently, his face flushed red, eyes bloodshot, bulging as if ready to pop out, his features twisted gruesoly. Blood poured from the sword-inflicted head wound, drenching his entire head and face.
"Ah~~~" The Evil King let out a bitter, agonized shriek, but his cries weakened as the blood reversed its flow, rising toward the sword impaling his head, absorbed by the Sword Spirit.
Although separated, the Sword Spirit could still absorb and refine Essence Blood while within the Sword Body, growing stronger. Zhao Xiaorou, after all, was just a child, lazy by nature preferring to cultivate using Essence Blood. Especially the high-quality blood of a Purple Mansion Immortal Fifth Ice Realm powerhouse, which could rapidly boost her own cultivation.
The Evil King's face paled rapidly, his features and entire skin and flesh shriveled quickly. Eventually, the Sword Spirit drained his body of all blood, leaving a dried corpse.
Sword Light exploded violently, with a boom, blasting the dry corpse into powder, scattering in the night wind.
The Evil Immortal Commander of this invasion... the Evil King, was finally eliminated. anwhile, the two severely injured Evil Immortals encircled by the puppets were slain by the Black Demon and Dragon Serpent Great Demon, who consud one, while the other was slain and consud by Old Ge and Little Yin.
Wang Xiaoqiang reached out, the Penglai Immortal Sword descending into his hand. He leveled the sword, gazed at the Sword Body, and smiled, "Haha, Zhao Xiaorou, not bad. Your strength after separation satisfies greatly. But do you still have the power to fight again?"
Zhao Xiaorou erged from the Sword Body, standing gracefully atop the Penglai Immortal Sword, said, "Of course."
"Good, then join , let's kill to our heart's content." Wang Xiaoqiang said, then rode the Patterned Beast, charging toward an oncoming force of Evil Immortals, four puppets imdiately followed.
The invasion by the Evil Immortals brought devastation to the people, infuriating the King of Windrise. Wang Xiaoqiang resolved to strike hard against the Evil Immortals. The Evil King was dead, leaving the Evil Immortals leaderless, in chaotic disarray. Wang Xiaoqiang seized the opportunity to slay them, aiming to eliminate as many as possible, ideally wiping out the invading Evil Immortals entirely.
Soon...
He encountered the force of Evil Immortals in the night sky, numbering over thirty. Though large in number, their cultivation base was considerably weaker compared to the Evil King's group, with the highest being the Great Luo Golden Immortal Ninth Liquid Realm. They appeared exhilarated, unable to contain the thrill of invasion, cheering excitedly, eyes gleaming with madness, sizing up Wang Xiaoqiang like prey, then suddenly pouncing toward him.
This force of Evil Immortals had just finished a plundering spree, evidently aiming to report to the Evil King. Yet, awaiting them was not their commander, but Wang Xiaoqiang, akin to a God of Killing.
Wang Xiaoqiang dismissed them entirely, waving his Sword technique as Zhao Xiaorou entered the Sword Body, the Sword Light shone brilliantly, the Sword Light amassed like a mountain, slashing down upon the charging Evil Immortals. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you're welco to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for it with recomndations or monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian for reading.)
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