With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 725 - 585: Burning Body Breaking Illusion, Blood Moo

Two figures shot out of the smoke and dust like lightning, one pursuing, the other fleeing!

...

The night was like a grand stage, with the rustling wind as the drumbeat rhythm.

Feng Ying’Er showed anxiety on her face, touched the rim of the streetlamp with her toes, and twisted her body.

Looking back, that figure rushed forward like a raging fire, with murderous intent pouring forth.

"How did you find ?"

She was puzzled.

Ever since entering this black clubhouse, she hadn’t stepped out the front gate or even stayed within the second gate.

Night after night of revelry, absorbing vital energy to repair her soul; how was she exposed?

No ti to think further, Feng Ying’Er twisted and threw a red bellyband to cover her eyes, followed by a deep purple whip shadow tearing through the bellyband in midair, disappearing in an instant.

Along the way, all obstacles shattered like paper.

Finally!

It narrowly brushed past ng Chuan’s waist gap.

What was ant to hit the chest was deflected by ng Chuan’s Tiger Soul Javelin, instantly drawn from his waist plaque!

He saw it clearly, this whip was extrely poisonous.

The tip was covered in large green thorns, clearly a toxic object.

Even though his Hard Skills were achieved, further enhanced by the treasure appearance of a glazed body, ng Chuan still didn’t want to catch it with his hand...

A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall.

Crack—!

Like an earthquake erupting, the whip shadow struck askew.

The cent ground imdiately cracked open, two ters wide, and dozens of ters long, a bottomless crevice.

ng Chuan looked solemnly at the "peerless beauty" who sneak-attacked with the whip forward.

With such strength, indeed, a master of the Three Limits Demon Path...

Even with a seriously injured soul, currently in Yong’an City, those who could rival her were no more than the number of fingers on one’s hand!

Of course, that number includes him.

The sky exploded with flashes of lightning, rumbling thunder like a torrent of horses.

Minds switched magnetic fields, Explosive Flas covered the ground.

Lotus blossoms of flas burst open, raising hellfire on the ground, swirling nearly fifty ters in circumference, instantly enveloping Feng Ying’Er on the telegraph pole, fire snakes soaring dozens of ters high, then crashing down!

The enhancent of the Three Limits and Five Elents martial principles greatly boosted the intention.

Now ng Chuan unfolded his Intention, unleashing full power, capable of covering nearly fifty ters square!

Around Feng Ying’Er, unable to endure the fierce fire waves tearing, she scattered into pieces of torn cloth in midair.

ng Chuan’s eyes were fixed not at the snow-white glimpse, but at the figure, again disappearing!

Fire snakes went whistling away, exhausting all air.

The telegraph pole lted completely, yet the woman’s figure disappeared from the original spot.

Boom!

The next second, purple tree-branch-shaped demonic qi erged before his eyes, the graceful figure attacked again with the whip, surrounding ng Chuan’s flas were entirely scattered, demonic qi billowing like dragon and phoenix dances, coming head-on!

The fiery tongue leaped from the Tiger Soul Javelin, clutched tightly by ng Chuan in his palm.

He was just about to roll and dodge, suddenly realized sothing was amiss.

The enhancent of the spiritual foundation enhanced his perception greatly.

Combining with the Qi Observation Skill, ng Chuan detected a bizarre situation.

In a flash of epiphany!

It’s fake, all illusions, the opponent’s illusion technique!

ng Chuan leaned forward, charged straight ahead.

His form erupting briefly, the fire wave pushed him up ten ters off the ground, thrust his spear towards the shadow in the air for an instant!

He suddenly changed montum, slightly released his grip, the pole slipped holding the middle section, swung horizontally backward fiercely!

Whish—!

Zest—!

Feng Ying’Er’s true form erged from behind!

Sparks flew, spear and whip collided!

Upon instant contact, the airwave swept open hundreds of ters, shattering glass windows along the path, alarm sounds echoed through the night.

Sleeping people woke startled, those at high levels looked down.

Only to see the urban scenery of yore long gone, eyes flooded solely with fire and darkness.

At the mont of collision, ng Chuan lightly repositioned his wrist.

The spear shaft twisted three inches, all inertial force from the whip shadow slid past.

Airflow splashed ink, the end of the Tiger Soul Javelin shaft wrapped encircled by the reverse-scale-like whip body.

ng Chuan’s body was also slightly tugged by the whip, but his clothing tore in the wind, slightly revealing a dark flesh denser than demonic qi.

Whip shadow scraped over, yet could only leave a white mark, toxins had no way to affect his body.

"This is Two Limits? Such tough flesh..."

Feng Ying’Er furrowed her brows, was about to withdraw the whip body.

Imdiately, she was suddenly pulled by a burst of force, her whole body tilted and flew, almost to be embraced by ng Chuan!

Turns out when the Tiger Soul was entangled by the whip, ng Chuan clenched in the opposite direction, smoothly slid his left hand to the spear tip, while his right still clasping the middle shaft, posed like an overhead pull-up, powerfully pulled the demoness into his arms!

Bone and flesh petal mark shimred.

Pectoral muscles bulged like tumors stacking and proliferating on the chest, humongous beyond description as "human"...

Mixed with a cold light’s bone spurs, protruding exaggeratedly nearly half a ter, ca fiercely one move to embrace the lady-killing style!

ng Chuan flashed a villainous cold grin, yet suddenly a scent breeze flickered past his eyes.

A familiar figure attacked again in his mind!

Startling him to pause montarily, Feng Ying’Er withdrew the whip, escaping from the bind.

God-like fla descended, extinguishing this exceedingly fickle enchantress.

ng Chuan swiftly returned to consciousness, thumb released, remaining four fingers swept over the spear shaft, internal energy surged like a dragon climbing to the tip, the spearhead spitting blue-purple lightning.

Turned waist, advanced hip, released hand, Qi Observation Skill steering, along the path fire intention lifted, hurled a thunder-fire azure dragon!

Tiger Soul Javelin, spear like a dragon!

"It’s over..."

Feng Ying’Er was about to flee, suddenly shocked, hair standing on end.

Her entire being seed stuck in shadow, stuck hard between a rock and a hard place, unsure of what to do.

Soul just then once more left the body, perception took another hit, looking back was the only way to judge the direction and evade.

But once she turns back, she’ll imdiately be pierced through the heart by the thunder spear!