River Battle (4)

"Don't run... Watch out for the knife!"

As soon as Luo Qingtian dodged, Yue Qianchou and the crab chased after him, brandishing their two large, pincer-like blades. Upon closing in, they slashed. Luo Qingtian, regaining his senses, was already filled with shame and indignation. The treasure passed down through generations of the Daluo Sect's leaders had actually been destroyed by his own hands; how could he not feel ashamed and resentful? Of course, the most urgent matter at the moment was to dodge Yue Qianchou's greatsword. This strange blade could cut through even high-grade Law Treasure like slicing vegetables, let alone killing people.

Luo Qingtian's speed is naturally beyond question. But close combat is also Yue Qianchou's forte. The experience he gained by risking his life in his previous life cannot be forgotten so easily, otherwise he wouldn't have brought out two large cleavers.

For a moment, a spectacular scene unfolded on the ice. The Daluo Sect Master moved like a phantom, weaving between twin blades. Yue Qianchou, fearless and valiant, wielded his two broadswords with deadly intent, each strike relentlessly pursuing his opponent, giving Luo Qingtian no chance to pause or retaliate. His skill with the broadsword was breathtaking, surpassing even the most renowned martial arts masters of the mortal world. He was now fully displaying his true nature in a one-on-one duel. The two remained locked in a fierce struggle...

The onlookers were dumbfounded; this scene didn't look like a fight Cultivation World at all. Chou Wuyuan stammered, "Giving up his advantage, this looks like he's going to fight to the death! Luo Qingtian is losing his composure!"

"We've already gone through a hundred moves," Dongfang Changao said, then turned his head and said, "If the heirloom of your Myriad Demon Palace's successive leaders were destroyed in your hands, you would also lose your composure."

With a swift, powerful strike, Ziyi's lips parted slightly. Yue Qianchou's fighting style completely overturned her fighting concepts, especially his fearless, life-or-death aura, which was absolutely awe-inspiring.

It was only a momentary impulse on Luo Qingtian's part. As time passed, he realized that even with his cultivation, he couldn't approach the level of Yue Qianchou's Body. He immediately sobered up and noticed something was amiss. The way those twin blades moved seemed to emanate a chilling aura, a bone-chilling coldness, colder than the ice beneath his feet—a chill that seeped into his very bones. Most terrifyingly, it created an almost irresistible sense of mental disorientation, which was likely the reason for his loss of composure. These black greatswords were definitely not ordinary!

Once he regained his senses, Luo Qingtian naturally wouldn't linger with him any longer. Finding an opportunity, he vanished dozens of meters away in a flash. Yue Qianchou, fighting with increasing ferocity, was enjoying himself immensely when suddenly his opponent ran away! He shouted, "Old man, don't run!"

He picked up his two large swords and chased after him again... Upon hearing this, the onlookers broke out in a cold sweat. This kid was relentless, and seemed to have gotten addicted to the fight. Chou Wuyuan lowered his head, shook his head, and sighed helplessly, "Luo Qingtian, you've really lost face today!"

"Daluo Mountain Splitting Palm!" Luo Qingtian shouted before he could even stand up straight, and a huge palm shadow appeared as he raised his hand.

"Damn it!" Yue Qianchou yelled and stopped abruptly. If he were hit by that palm strike, his life would be in danger. Without saying a word, he threw a large knife with all his might, the blade pointing directly at Luo Qingtian.

Seeing that his opponent had actually abandoned the treasure to save himself, Luo Qingtian's face suddenly lit up with joy. The Daluo Sect Master's heirloom had been destroyed in his hands. If he could get a better treasure back, he would not only be innocent but also meritorious. In a flash, he had an idea. He instantly withdrew the power of his Mountain-Splitting Palm, dodged the blade to the side, and easily caught the hilt of the blade that had just passed by.

"Not good!" Dongfang Changao and Chou Wuyuan exclaimed in unison. The latter said with burning eyes, "If such a treasure falls into Luo Qingtian's hands, I'm afraid it will never come back."

The moment Luo Qingtian grasped the knife, he immediately felt an immense and awe-inspiring power emanating from it. It was a power that seemed to come from the netherworld, a power that could determine life and death. It was sinister, terrifying, cold, and ruthless... In that instant, all sorts of extreme negative emotions spread from the knife.

Luo Qingtian was startled, his face beaming with undisguised joy. He brandished his sword and laughed wildly, "Truly a fine sword! I have never seen such a treasure in my entire life, hahaha!"

Those watching the battle felt greed rekindle in their eyes. This sword, which Luo Qingtian affirmed so highly, must be something that ordinary treasures could not compare to, especially considering that everyone had witnessed its power before.

"Yue Qianchou, you destroyed the treasured heirloom of my Daluo Sect. Now, this sword of yours will serve as a scapegoat. From today onwards, it belongs to my Daluo Sect," Luo Qingtian said, pointing his long sword at Yue Qianchou. On the shore, the Daluo Sect disciples were also beaming with joy.

Yue Qianchou silently put the knife in his hand into his Storage Bag without any expression, as if the fight was already over. Everyone suddenly realized that the deadline of one hundred moves had long passed, and the Daluo Sect Master would naturally not go back on his word. However, everyone felt regret. Although Yue Qianchou had saved his life, he had lost such a treasure, and it was feared that he would never be able to get it back from the Daluo Sect.

Just as everyone was shaking their heads in regret, Yue Qianchou coldly snorted, "My sword is my sword, what's mine is mine, and no one can take away what I don't want to give up. Only I deserve to possess this sword." He slowly raised his hand and pointed at Luo Qingtian, saying, "You are not worthy! A hundred moves have passed, and I do not wish to fight any longer. If you wish to live, put down your sword, and I will spare your life!"

Everyone shook their heads again. Anyone can talk big. Luo Qingtian's cultivation is already higher than yours, and now he has such a treasure in his hands. Why is Yue Qianchou making trouble for himself? At this moment, probably only Ziyi believed that Yue Qianchou wasn't exaggerating. It wasn't that she believed Yue Qianchou, but that she believed that Elder Bi's disciple wouldn't exaggerate. If he said so, there must be a reason.

Luo Qingtian held his sword up to his eyes and examined it closely. He sneered, "Yue Qianchou, don't be too presumptuous. I promise not to kill you after a hundred moves, but I won't tolerate your provocation. If you anger me, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep your other sword either."

"Since you've chosen to die, don't blame me." Yue Qianchou said coldly, then suddenly shouted, "Put down the knife!"

The shout had barely faded when Luo Qingtian let out a scream, his knife clattering to the ground. Yue Qianchou, expressionless, extended two fingers and flicked the Great Black Saber on the ice, sending it flying and spinning through the air before embedding itself right beside Yue Qianchou.

The situation suddenly changed, and everyone was shocked. Dongfang Changao and Chou Wuyuan. With Luo Qingtian's cultivation and mental strength, how could ordinary pain make him let out such a painful howl? What exactly happened?

They, of course, were unaware that the blade was formed from condensed black fire, controlled by Yue Qianchou. Yue Qianchou called it a blade, it was a blade; if he called it fire, it was fire. Just now, only a tiny bit of black fire had appeared at the hilt where Luo Qingtian held the blade. Considering that even Bi Changchun struggled to overcome black fire, how could Luo Qingtian possibly withstand even a mere wisp of it? This was only Yue Qianchou didn't want to reveal the secret of the black fire yet; otherwise, if the entire blade had turned into a sea of black flames, Luo Qingtian would surely be dead.

The disciples of the Daluo Sect could no longer contain themselves and rushed over to check on their sect leader's injuries, while remaining vigilant against Yue Qianchou, who stood alone with a sword not far away. Dongfang Changao, Chou Wuyuan, Ziyi, the four family heads, and many onlookers leaped onto the floating ice. The entire ice floe immediately sank quite a bit into the water, which had already submerged everyone's shoes, but no one cared about that now.

With so many people present, Luo Qingtian bit his lip, forcing himself to remain silent and endure the pain. His arm, the one that had held the knife, trembled uncontrollably. The crowd suddenly noticed that Luo Qingtian's hand had become bone, with dark, Sha Qi spreading from the wound up his arm. Wherever the Sha Qi spread, chunks of flesh were falling away, slowly corroding and turning into blood on the ice—a gruesome sight. If this continued, without stopping the spread of the Sha Qi, it wouldn't be long before Luo Qingtian was reduced to a skeleton.

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