At the same time, he summoned a low-grade curved saber magic treasure.
The curved saber was shaped like a crescent moon, its edge gleaming with a sinister blue poisonous light. Clearly coated in deadly poison, it traced an uncanny arc toward Qing Chen's waist and abdomen.
Facing this fierce assault, Qing Chen did not budge.
Only at the instant the ghost heads reached him and the poisoned saber closed in did he give a cold snort.
Without any visible movement from him, a blood-colored battle halberd appeared out of thin air!
More than seventy savage blood marks covered its shaft, writhing like living things and radiating a heart-quaking aura of ferocious baleful intent;
-it was none other than the repaired and strengthened Pojun Battle Halberd!
Qing Chen casually swung the halberd.
There was no earth-shaking display, only a blood-colored arc of light condensed to the utmost.
Rip!
The three hideous ghost heads instantly collapsed and vanished, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun!
Clang!
The halberd's blade struck the Blue Poison Saber with unerring precision. With a mournful cry, it flew backward, its spiritual light dimming.
Qing Jie gave a muffled grunt as his qi and blood churned. He retreated three steps before steadying himself, with little surprise in his eyes.
The mystic art and magic treasure he had unleashed at full strength had been utterly defeated by a casual sweep of his elder brother's halberd!
Standing with halberd in hand, Qing Chen shook his head slightly. "Your cultivation technique is muddled and impure, mixing gu poison into blood baleful intent. It looks fierce, but its foundations are unstable. It will never amount to much."
"Your spells have only the outward form. Their baleful intent is scattered rather than condensed. Against a true expert, they would collapse in a