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Chapter 138: Don’t Talk When Killing

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Don’t Talk When Killing

Thud thud...!

The opponent was forced back several steps by the slash from Duan Yiyi, and looked up at her in surprise.

Duan Yiyi held her broadsword horizontally. Her body spun like a top, the sword spinning with her, creating layers of sword shadows.

Clang clang...!

Sparks flew in all directions as the two clashed instantly, sword against sword and blade against blade.

Their cultivation levels were comparable, but though Duan Yiyi was a girl, her moves were bold and aggressive, following a strong and fierce style, giving her a temporary advantage.

The opponent was forced to retreat continuously by Duan Yiyi, roaring angrily.

Qin Yi’s gaze was fixed on Xue Li.

"Hand over your head to me."

Xue Li looked at Qin Yi with a cold, disdainful smile.

Swish!

The sword light was chilling, and a figure dashed out from behind a massive stone pillar as fast as lightning, thrusting a longsword straight at Qin Yi’s back.

Xue Li’s face twisted into a grim smile.

However, Qin Yi casually turned around, caught the tip of the sword with two fingers precisely from the attacker.

The opponent visibly froze, a fierce expression on his withered face, as he whipped up the airflow around him, desperately trying to stab Qin Yi with the longsword.

But no matter how much he pushed his cultivation, Qin Yi’s two fingers were like an impenetrable barrier, and the longsword couldn’t advance an inch.

With a clanging sound,

Qin Yi lightly snapped his fingers, breaking the sword, and flicked his hand, making the three-centimeter-long tip flash in the air.

With a hissing sound, the sword tip penetrated the opponent’s throat, coming out at the back of the neck, creating a trail of blood.

Bang!

The corpse fell face up, stirring up clouds of dust.

Xue Li’s grim smile instantly froze, his expression turning serious as he stared intently at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi looked back, giving him a toothy grin, his white teeth sending a shiver down Xue Li’s spine.

"Who on earth are you?"

Qin Yi replied indifferently, "Your tenth elder kidnapped my sister, so I plan to destroy your Blood Evil Sect."

Xue Li laughed instead of being angry, "Your cultivation is indeed impressive, but trying to annihilate our Blood Evil Sect, aren’t you overestimating yourself?"

Qin Yi said coldly, "I’ve never underestimated myself. It’s you guys, like a bunch of ghosts, that I’ve overrated."

Xue Li’s gaze turned shadowy, exuding a violent aura all over.

"Kill him!"

With Xue Li’s angry roar, figures flickered all around.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight people surrounded Qin Yi, all with formidable energies, the weakest among them at the Qi Cultivation Middle Stage.

Xue Li looked at Qin Yi viciously, "You’ll pay for your arrogance with blood."

Qin Yi’s lips curled into a bizarre smile.

Swish!

The next moment, Qin Yi turned into a stream of light, crossing a distance of ten meters in the blink of an eye, appearing directly in front of a Blood Evil Sect member.

The opponent’s eyes bulged in fright, and the airflow around him surged, sweeping his longsword horizontally toward Qin Yi’s waist.

Crunch!

A piercing bone-cracking sound echoed, the opponent’s eyes bulging, dying with grievances, his arm drooping weakly, dropping the longsword from his hand.

Qin Yi kicked the falling longsword with his toe, and it instantly transformed into a cold gleam, shooting out explosively.

Whoosh!

The longsword, like a beam of light, pierced through someone’s chest, pinning him firmly to the stone pillar behind.

A Blood Evil Sect member roared loudly, madly manipulating his longsword, stabbing at Qin Yi like lightning.

Qin Yi formed seals with one hand, slicing down in mid-air.

"Wind Blade."

Whoosh!

The person stumbled a few steps before collapsing directly, his head suddenly gone, with no clue as to what sliced it off, the severed neck spraying blood like a fountain.

The remaining Blood Evil Sect members retreated repeatedly in horror, staring at Qin Yi in shock.

Even Xue Li’s eyes showed fear; what kind of technique was this, just uttering ’Wind Blade,’ and a Qi Cultivation Late Stage expert lost his head?

Qin Yi rapidly formed seals with both hands.

Whoosh!

The wind suddenly arose, lifting dust from the ground into several towering tornadoes.

"Demon Dragon Roll."

Qin Yi softly chanted and then pointed in the air. Although there was nothing there, it was like pointing to the calm surface of the water, creating ripples.

The several spinning tornadoes, as if given life as demon dragons, swept out, instantly engulfing five disciples of the Blood Evil Sect around them.

In an instant, wrenching screams echoed throughout the underground palace.

As the demon dragons danced furiously, their power was terrifying.

The shattered stone slates on the ground and rubble were all swept up.

It raged for over a minute before the terrifying Demon Dragon Roll dissipated.

The dust and wind rolled and scattered.

Qin Yi raised his hand, the fierce wind howling, directly sweeping the dust up into the air.

Thud thud...!

A dull sound of bodies hitting the ground as five figures fell from mid-air, the same disciples of the Blood Evil Sect devoured by the Demon Dragon Roll.

Xue Li looked at these five, the muscle at the corner of his eye twitching uncontrollably, cold sweat running down his back.

These five individuals were twisted into bizarre postures, their white bones piercing the flesh, covered in blood, dying miserably.

Qin Yi turned his gaze toward Xue Li.

Xue Li’s eyes showed fear, trembling deeply.

Immediately, Xue Li turned around and retrieved a broadsword from the stone coffin behind him.

This sword was pitch black, half a meter wide, longer than usual swords, weighing a hundred pounds, requiring considerable strength to wield.

This kind of broadsword had the advantage of attack and defense, usable as a shield or for killing enemies.

Xue Li erected the broadsword in front of him, watching Qin Yi with a mix of caution and fear.

"Being an enemy of our Blood Evil Sect leads to no good end."

Qin Yi’s eyes deepened. Around him, an eerie purple light rose, not white, but noble purple.

Cangsheng Technique!

Only when using the Cangsheng Technique would his power turn purple.

The rich purple light coiled around his fist.

Qin Yi shot a punch into the air, the fist mark followed, enlarging with the wind, instantly turning into a disc-sized mark.

The huge purple fist mark rolled like thunder, its power intimidating.

"God Destruction!"

Boom!

The fist mark blasted into the broadsword, exploding violently. The broadsword shattered into countless fragments, piercing holes all over Xue Li, hiding behind, almost breaking him into pieces.

Though dying, Xue Li’s eyes remained filled with horror, falling face-up, raising a cloud of dust.

Qin Yi paused briefly, realizing why this punch was called God Destruction; its power was truly astounding.

Qin Yi stepped forward, looked at the dead Xue Li, and disdainfully said, "Don’t waste words when killing."

Clang!

A heart-stopping sound of impact.

Qin Yi turned his head and saw Duan Yiyi still battling the opponent fiercely, slashing him backward with her blade.

Duan Yiyi’s body surged with energy, infusing her large sword, cleaving down with all her might.

"Domineering Splitting Sky Slash!"

A sword shadow over ten meters long shot out, cleaving down on the opponent’s head.

With a booming sound, the ground was cut open, rubble flying, and the opponent let out a miserable cry, flying backward and landing tens of meters away, lifeless.

A terrifying wound stretched from the shoulder to the abdomen, eviscerating him.

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