The Fifth Demon Marshal

With Hujia Ying Zhou as a hostage, Hu Jia grinned maliciously and threatened Si Huaruo.

Don't worry about me!

Being tricked by the enemy was already extremely shameful and infuriating for Ying Zhou. If his teammates were to be harmed because of him, he would rather self-destruct on the spot.

However, neither Hujia nor Ying Zhou expected Si Huaruo's response. When she spoke to remind him, she had already secretly gathered her True Qi. At this moment, she had already completed her move and immediately activated the second move of the "Heavenly One River Diagram".

"Mire Scours and Refines the Turbid Marsh!"

With a thrust of the Seven Ingenious Spirit Heart Staff forward, an invisible wave spread out. Hujia immediately focused his mind and prepared to defend himself, trying to block with his armor. However, he was surprised to find that his external martial arts had failed again, and his body felt weak. It turned out that the Yao Qi in his body had been completely dispelled.

Ying Zhou was also affected, his internal True Qi was emptied, but his Asura Bloodline was unaffected. He sensed that the enemy's strength had weakened, so he immediately activated his Asura Divine Power, broke free from his restraints, and threw a punch that Hujia flying.

"Damn it, don't think that's all..."

Just as Hujia was about to curse, he saw a figure lunging towards him, accompanied by an ever-growing fist.

Bang!

Having lost its Yao Qi to resist internal force, Hujia was blasted into countless flying pieces of flesh by this punch.

Chapter 688 The Fifth Demon Marshal

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, two swords clashed fiercely. One was as unpredictable as a bat, the other as sharp as a falcon. The crisscrossing Sword Qi stirred up the nearby snowflakes, making them flutter even more chaotically.

Although Youtong was forced to withdraw her Shadow Escape ability, her Swordsmanship was not weak, and her Movement Method was even more ghostly and elusive. Once she unleashed her power, even her shadow disappeared, leaving only streaks of Sword Qi wandering in all directions.

Many people thought she only knew the Shadow Assassination Technique, and quite a few, like Murong Qing, thought of dispelling the shadows. However, none of them survived because Youtong's Open Killing Swordsmanship was no weaker than the Shadow Assassination Swordsmanship. It was just that the latter was more convenient and faster to kill. Now that she knew that her opponent could break the Shadow Assassination Technique, she abandoned the useless idea and focused all her attention on direct combat.

Ordinary people would choose to stay put when faced with such a fast sword, using the unchanging to respond to the ever-changing situation, reducing their movements to keep up with Youtong's speed. However, Murong Qing chose to attack without hesitation. The Moon God's Tear shimmered in the snow, the Sword Qi hummed incessantly, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, and the clear light burst forth like waves.

At first, Murong Qing was at a disadvantage. For every ten sword strikes her opponent made, she could only return five or six. The sword wounds on her body were increasing at a visible rate, but fortunately, she avoided vital points. In addition, with the help of the formation, the cold air sealed the wounds and locked the Sword Qi, so it did not affect her movement.

Once Murong Qing got used to Youtong's Swordsmanship speed, she was able to land seven or eight attacks out of ten, while Youtong's Cultivation Body was gradually slowed down by the cold energy, and the two sword speeds reached a balance.

"Phantom Frightens the Soul!"

Youtong a flick of his sword, You Tong unleashed a barrage of sharp energy, creating a piercing sound. Simultaneously, a dense barrage of Sword Qi burst forth, forming a net that enveloped everything. Some shot into the sky and then fell back down, while others struck the ground and then refracted upwards, making it ubiquitous and impossible to defend against.

"Dark Jade Reflects the Rose!"

Murong Qing spun her sword, and the chilling sword light bloomed like an ice lotus, enveloping the incoming Sword Qi like wrapping dumplings. A few stray swords managed to escape and land on her, drawing blood, but she completely ignored them. Then she launched a fierce counterattack, the ice lotus shrinking into a pillar of light that erupted, and a vast torrent of sword Torrent surged forth.

Youtong retreated rapidly, his shadow sword constantly darting back, like a crawling serpent, following various strange arcs, laying down sword lights to try to intercept, but Murong Qing them one by one with the combined counterattack of the two sides. In the end, he only managed to dodge to the side, and half of his body was torn to pieces by the sword lights.

Without giving the enemy a chance to catch their breath, Murong Qing her sword forward with a fierce slash, the Sword Qi roaring as it parted the snow in two directions, forming a spear-like thrust that aimed straight at Youtong's heart.

Despite her injuries, Youtong spun around, merging with the demonic sword, adding an eerie black light to its blade. She thrust it straight at the Moon God's Tear, meeting it head-on like a needle against a wheat awn.

The two swords collided in a straight line. At the moment of impact, both sides were slightly stunned. Then, Murong Qing shattered the dark Sword Qi with the momentum of Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain. The Moon God's Tear shattered the eerie longsword, causing it to disintegrate inch by inch, and then rushed in with unstoppable momentum.

"Ah!"

Youtong was forced out of the state of merging with the demon sword, but he was still unable to dodge Murong Qing's One Sword. He was pierced through the heart by the Moon God's Tear and pinned to a big tree.

"I, the mighty Ghost Spider Demon Marshal... how could I possibly lose to a little brat like you!"

Youtong stared in disbelief at the magnificent sword piercing her chest.

Even though she was suppressed by the Cultivation Body, she was still superior to Murong Qing, who had just entered the Spirit Transformation stage, in terms of physical strength. As for speed and strength, she was clearly superior, and her experience and martial arts skills were also better. If their abilities were quantified, her data would definitely be far higher than Murong Qing's, but she was the one who lost.

"Why?"

"It's very simple, it's just the word 'confidence'!" Murong Qing said calmly.

"Confidence?" Youtong looked up and saw that there was no wavering in the other party's pupils, and not even a hint of surprise at the result, as if victory was something that was expected.

"I am convinced that evil will not prevail over good, might will not triumph over justice, darkness will not last long, light will surely exist in the world, and invaders will surely fail!"

Having just achieved the Spirit Transformation stage, Murong Qing should have been in a state of overwhelming momentum. In fact, when she first appeared, she did give people the feeling of a divine sword being drawn from its sheath. However, at some point, her sharpness had completely subsided, as if the divine sword had been sheathed again, but her firm will remained unchanged.

For her, confidence doesn't need to be shown through shouting. Victory is just a natural outcome for her. Once she has taken the first ninety-nine steps, the last step will naturally lead her to the finish line, just like the saying in military strategy, "Victorious soldiers first win and then seek battle." Before the battle, she already believes that she will be the one to win in the end.

Youtong's expression finally changed, and she sneered, "Bullshit about good triumphing over evil! I've never believed in your hypocritical rhetoric. History is clearly written only by the victors; it is victory that makes things right, not the other way around."

So, you lost.

Murong Qing's casual remark shattered Youtong's psychological defenses, causing her to let out a piercing scream and transform into a black shadow as she fled. The attack was so sudden that even Murong Qing couldn't stop her in time.

Just then, Ling Huanxi used the "Glacier Cascades in Reverse" move to seal her opponent's Shiying Technique. Then she threw her spear, which transformed into an ice phoenix mid-air, flapping its wings and swooping down on the black shadow, forcing Youtong to reappear.

At this moment, Youtong was no longer in human form, but had transformed into a demonic form of a ghost-faced spider. Her pale body landed on the snow, seemingly blending into the environment, and appeared weightless, leaving no trace on the snow. It seemed as if she would slip away like a ghost at any moment, but the ice phoenix formed from the spear entangled her, making it difficult for her to escape.

"Stars sway, the moon shines alone, a thousand mountains cast shadows!"

Knowing that this was an opportunity created for her by her master, Murong Qing made a decisive move, pushing her power to the limit, and soaring into the air with her sword. The pure and holy Sword Qi emanated from her, transforming into a flawless full moon behind her, casting down holy light. The surrounding environment was permeated, turning into a tranquil and moving ink painting.

The full moon was like a mirror, reflecting countless figures, all of them Murong Qing wielding her sword. These figures emerged from the full moon, like clones, and swiftly thrust their swords towards Youtong.

Having just desperately escaped the Ice Phoenix, Youtong was struck by an extreme attack, instantly feeling a deadly sense of crisis. She immediately revealed her trump card for survival, gouging out her two jet-black eyes and spitting out a stream of black mist. She swung her eight legs, and with each swing, the mist condensed into blades that slashed through the air.

These pitch-black blades possess a sharpness capable of cleaving through the void, and also a deadly poison that strips away all life force. Once the surrounding trees are touched by even a trace of the dark mist, they immediately seem to have all their life force drained away, their roots withering and branches dying down to dust.

Murong Qing's clone was struck by the dark blade energy and immediately burst into ice crystals. The black mist was also frozen, and drops of crystal clear water fell down, looking like "ice fireworks," beautiful and breathtaking.

But Youtong, having lost her eyes, could no longer appreciate the beautiful scenery, nor did she have time to. One after another, clones flew out from the full moon behind Murong Qing, appearing endlessly, as if there were truly a thousand shadows. The speed at which she launched the dark blade energy gradually could not keep up, even with eight legs it was not enough.

As the explosion gradually moved towards her, Youtong finally made up her mind to make a drastic decision to save her life. But just as she was about to act, she felt a chill down her back. It was Murong Qing's clone who had circled around to launch a sneak attack from behind. Previously, Murong Qing's clones had always moved in a straight line, leading her to mistakenly believe that they could not turn.