"Ninth Sword! Evil-Breaking Slash!"
Clang!
Xu Qing's gaze turned icy as he gave a low shout. Gripping the Soaring Dragon Sword in his right hand, he wrapped the blade in aura and unleashed the Thirteen Sword Strikes of Life-Taking.
The sword's cry rang in every direction.
Xu Qing's strike fell, its sword light razor-sharp, swift as lightning, impossible to track. Its unleashed power was overwhelming, and with the force of dry weeds and rotten wood being swept away, it cleaved the human-face mask directly in two.
"Aah!!!"
The human-face mask let out an incomparably shrill scream.
Buzz!!!
The next moment.
The human-face mask, already split in half, abruptly caught fire, becoming two clusters of eerily cold white flames that pounced at Xu Qing from both sides.
Whoosh!
Xu Qing retreated swiftly, moving with extreme speed, but the two clusters of cold white flame were even faster. It was as though they had locked onto his presence, possessing the ability to track him.
Clang!
Xu Qing slashed out with his sword. The sword light flashed, splitting the two clusters of cold white flame apart. Yet the severed white flames did not dissipate. Instead, they became four smaller clusters of fire.
"..."
Xu Qing frowned.
Clearly.
These white flames were anything but ordinary. Common techniques could not extinguish the pale flames; they carried a peculiar, sinister quality. Xu Qing immediately took out the copper coin sword.
"Go!"
With a sweep of his left hand, Xu Qing sent the copper coin sword flying through the air. Faint threads of lightning seemed to coil around its blade as it rapidly struck the four clusters of pale white flame.
Bang! Bang!!!
The four clusters of pale white flame were immediately shattered by the copper coin sword.
Whoosh!
Xu Qing used his aura to guide it,