Chapter 66 Yanqing VS Qian Renxue!
Hu Liena's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
Just one move?
The angel god was actually defeated by a twelve-year-old child?
"So strong?!"
Qian Renxue steadied herself, looking at her numb wrist. Her eyes no longer held any contempt, but instead held an unprecedented seriousness.
Who exactly are you?
Yanqing did not answer, but a confident smile appeared on the boy's face.
"It's not over yet."
He swung his longsword again, his sword intent surging like a tide, and the surrounding space seemed to freeze.
"Striking three feet of water from afar!"
Ninth Soul Skill!
Or rather, this is the power of rules that Yanqing demonstrates in this world.
Several flying swords appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the void, blocking all of Qian Renxue's escape routes from all directions.
Each flying sword contains a sharpness powerful enough to cut through mountains.
Qian Renxue's expression changed drastically.
This swordsmanship, this mastery of sword intent, was something she had never seen before in her life.
Even Sword Douluo Chen Xin would probably seem like a toddler learning to walk in front of this young man.
"Indeed impressive, the sword intent is fully revealed."
Qian Renxue was, after all, an angel goddess. After a brief moment of shock, she quickly regained her composure.
She snorted coldly, and golden light surged from her body.
"Unfortunately, you are of the ice attribute."
"And I am the God of Angels, who wields the true fire of the sun and carries out punishments on behalf of Heaven!"
"Attribute advantage is a fundamental principle of nature!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a raging fire erupted on the angel's holy sword.
That is the true fire from the sun, the nemesis of all evil and cold.
The intense light instantly illuminated the entire Jialing Pass, even turning the clouds on the horizon golden.
"Even if you are a first-level god, you will inevitably be defeated in the face of elemental advantage!"
Full of confidence, Qian Renxue swung her sword to meet the attack.
The collision of fire and ice instantly stirred up a cloud of white mist.
However, Yanqing, who was at the center of the storm, felt an even stronger excitement in his eyes.
"Restraint?"
"That's an excuse for the weak!"
The boy laughed loudly and leaped into the air.
He hadn't felt this good in a long time.
Since becoming an apprentice, apart from his master and that crazy woman, Jingliu, he has never encountered an opponent who can put pressure on him in swordsmanship.
This woman's swordsmanship is mediocre, but her strength is truly formidable!
"Take this sword!"
Yanqing took a deep breath, and the countless flying swords instantly returned to one.
Divine Skill: Swift Swallows Chasing Each Other!
This is his finishing move, and the ultimate expression of his swordsmanship.
It was as if a freezing rain was falling from the sky.
Every drop of rain is a sword's edge.
Each sword aura transformed into a swallow darting through the torrential rain—agile, swift, yet carrying a resolute determination to kill.
Qian Renxue's prized Solar True Fire was like a flickering candle in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse in the face of this rain of swords.
"How is this possible... Fire can actually be suppressed by ice?!"
Qian Renxue cried out in alarm, desperately urging her divine power to resist.
But those "swallows" were too fast and too sharp.
Puff puff puff—!
The sound of the protective divine light shattering rang out one after another.
Qian Renxue felt a blur before her eyes, and a cold sword blade was already at her throat.
If he had moved just an inch further, this newly ascended angel would have been killed on the spot.
The entire scene fell silent.
Hu Liena collapsed to the ground, her mind blank.
We lost?
God... lost?
Qian Renxue stared blankly at the sword tip before her, the Angelic Holy Sword in her hand hanging limply.
That sense of frustration overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
She's only just become a god!
She hadn't had time to realize her grand ambitions, nor had she had time to make the entire continent submit.
How could she be defeated by a twelve-year-old child in just a few moves?
"I... I actually lost?"
Qian Renxue muttered to herself, a huge crack appearing in her Dao Heart at this moment.
If the other party is some ancient monster who has cultivated for ten thousand years, then so be it.
But this is a child!
Yanqing flicked his wrist, and the longsword returned to its sheath.
His movements were graceful and swift.
He looked at the distraught Qian Renxue and nodded with an air of maturity.
"Aunt Qian Renxue, your skills are quite good."
"It's not shameful to lose to me."
"In this world, my swordsmanship is second only to my master and that woman."
Qian Renxue, who was still immersed in grief and shock, suddenly stiffened.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes no longer showing any trace of dejection, but instead filled with the rage of an impending eruption.
"What... what did you call me?"
Yanqing tilted his head, his face full of innocence.
"Auntie?"
"You look much older than me, so it's not appropriate for me to call you 'sister'."
creak—
The hilt of the sword in Qian Renxue's hand let out a mournful cry.
Her chest heaved violently, and her once noble and aloof divine robes now appeared somewhat disheveled, with the veins on her forehead bulging out one by one.
Aunt!
She's only in her early thirties!
To a god with an endless lifespan, she was practically an infant!
In this little brat's mouth, she actually became "auntie"?!
"Little! Ghost!"
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth. If she weren't outmatched, she vowed to hang this little bastard up and beat him for three days and three nights.
She took several deep breaths before she could forcefully suppress the urge to kill.
"You just mentioned your master?"
Qian Renxue stared intently at Yanqing.
"Who exactly is the master who could have trained a monster like you...?"
Yanqing answered matter-of-factly:
"General Jing Yuan of the Divine Strategy Army."
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then her pupils dilated again.
"What?!"
"Your master is actually Jing Yuan, the owner of that Luofu Immortal Ship?!"
Although Jing Yuan was mentioned in previous rankings, people only knew that he was the leader of Luofu, and his strength remained a mystery.
But now, we can only see a part of the whole picture.
If the disciple is already so extraordinary, what level must the master have reached?
Qian Renxue felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.
The name "Luofu Immortal Ship" sounds like a mountain pressing down on everyone's heads, making it hard to breathe.
...
In the far north, wind and snow howl.
The enormous Luofu Immortal Ship hovered in the sky, resembling a mobile steel city.
Deep within the celestial vessel lies a dark prison.
A white-haired woman with her eyes covered by a black cloth is bound in the center by chains.
Although she was imprisoned, the chill emanating from her was far more intense than that of the core area of the far north.
Jingliu tilted her head slightly, her voice cold and devoid of any emotion.
"Jing Yuan."
Do you remember what I said before?
"The demonic body is an inescapable fate for those who live forever."
"If one day I were to completely succumb to demonic possession and become a mindless monster..."
"You must not show any mercy either."
Jing Yuan, standing outside the prison gate, was clad in golden armor, his expression languid yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible worry.
He looked at his former master, now a prisoner.
"If it were before, perhaps there really would only be that one sword strike."
Jing Yuan said softly.
"But now, perhaps there is a way."
Jingliu remained silent for a moment, seemingly somewhat surprised.
"You mean... this so-called Sky Curtain Reward?"
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