My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 111 - 96: The Sword Furnace Finger_3

Chapter 111: Chapter 96: The Sword Furnace Finger_3

After a brief eye contact, the two men, also two martial artists, threw punches without exchanging a single word.

Overwhelming blood energy burst from their bodies, each punch and kick filled with immense power and weight!

Upon closer inspection, the man with a dull expression was in no way inferior to the Sixth Grade martial artist brimming with vigor; he was undoubtedly also of the Sixth Grade.

Two Sixth Grade martial artists capable of wrestling exotic beasts on land and capturing serpents in the water, fiercely collided and entangled with each other.

Fierce martial artists, relying on no external forces, used every part of their bodies as weapons, their punches and kicks all deadly moves.

The two were evenly matched!

The situation gradually became tense.

However, at a certain moment, the martial artist with bloodshot eyes slightly sagged his shoulders, which the expressionless man seized, kicking him and sending him flying into the spiritual barrier only to bounce back again.

The bloodshot-eyed martial artist took a deep breath, stabilized his form, and charged forward with all his might.

The two collided once more.

But.

Under the suppression of the array, the gravity weighing down the bloodshot-eyed martial artist grew heavier and heavier!

He gradually began to lose ground in their entangled struggle.

He started to react passively.

Time and again he was sent flying, his body plummeting to the ground under the mountainous gravity!

The bloodied man was covered in blood.

The blood of others mixed with his own, blood energy diffused, and his vision slowly blurred.

“What does it matter if he’s a Sixth Grade martial artist? With a thousand Iron Cavalry, the Four Spirits Formation, and continuous ‘attendance’ from a martial artist of the same grade, isn’t he still left with only a dead end?”

Li Shida squinted his eyes as he spoke.

Gao Yi coldly watched the situation on the street, then nodded in acknowledgment and said admiringly, “It is Teacher Li who had planned for every contingency from the very beginning, foreseeing even the worst-case scenario.”

Li Shida gave a faint smile.

In a guest room of a certain loft.

Su Xiaoxiao, upon seeing the figure drenched in blood and on the verge of collapsing on the street, turned pale with trembling eyelashes.

Especially after seeing Liu Sanbian being kicked in the head by the dull man and falling heavily to the ground once again.

The little fox demon closed her eyes and turned her head away, “Zhao Rong, you have to think of something, tell him to stop fighting and run away. If this goes on, he will die!”

Zhao Rong did not speak.

He pursed his lips and peered through the narrow slit of the window.

Quietly watching.

On the street, the battle between two Sixth Grade martial artists was starting to become one-sided.

The bloodshot-eyed martial artist was sent flying time and again, struggling to stand up tremblingly only for the expressionless man to swiftly appear and, without giving him any chance to breathe, send him flying in some direction.

At a certain moment, the dull man paused, his brows slightly furrowed. This was, in fact, an unequal battle, and his opponent was someone he felt deserved respect. Under normal circumstances, and with his temperament, he would never continue to fight.

But he owed the Qin family of Langxi a great favor, which he had to repay.

His brows relaxed, no longer hesitating, he delivered a punch with peak vitality.

“Bang—!”

The bloodshot-eyed martial artist was hit in the temple, his body flying horizontally towards the direction of Qin Ji outside the Spiritual Barrier, hitting the invisible spiritual barrier and then violently plummeting to the ground.

He didn’t move.

The expressionless man stood still for a moment, and seeing that the bloodshot-eyed martial artist still did not stir, he cautiously walked forward, stopping three meters in front of him.

“Hahahaha, he’s dead, this piece of trash is finally dead!”

Outside the barrier, Qin Ji walked forward laughing.

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The black-robed elder by his side frowned at the sight but, after glancing at the spiritual barrier he had laid out, he no longer dissuaded Qin Ji and instead followed closely, just in case.

The dull man glanced at Qin Ji slowly approaching from outside the barrier and said nothing. He used his foot to flip a long spear into his hand and gently prodded the motionless, closed-eyed bloodshot-eyed man lying on the ground.

Seeing no reaction from him, the dull man still did not crouch down to get closer but instead used the long spear to meticulously examine and turn over the clothing of the corpse on the ground.

Whether it’s cultivation in the mountains or walking in the Jianghu, being careful is always right.

Qin Ji fanned himself while stepping with splayed feet up to the barrier, clicked his tongue twice, crouched down three meters away, and through the barrier, with a tilted head, he grinned at the man burrowing through the clothes on the ground.

“That’s it? With your meager skills, you want my head? Hahahaha, come on, come and get it, right here. You trash, come take it! Tsk—”

The dull man pursed his lips slightly upon hearing this but said nothing; he pushed the spear tip into the abdomen of the bloodshot-eyed man on the ground, gently twisting it to tear off his clothing.

The next second.

An unusual pattern caught the dull man’s eye.

His pupils contracted slightly.

It was… a blood-red five-petaled flower pattern, and on each petal was a… ghostly face.

The dull man’s body hair stood on end!

Because he recognized it!

It could make a dying martial artist burn three breaths of blood energy!

Forcefully elevate them by one grade!

Just as the dull man was momentarily stunned.

A bloodied hand had somehow made its way to the front of that ghost-faced five-petaled flower.

Five blood-soaked fingers with viscous black blood gently pressed on the five ghostly faces with different expressions.

“Hahaha, you’re just as useless as your dead old man….”

Qin Ji’s voice suddenly choked!

Because the head of the man he was mocking suddenly lifted, revealing a pair of…

Bloodshot eyes!

A punch.

The dull man was sent flying.

A second punch.

The Four Spirits Formation broke.

A third punch.

The black-robed elder died.

One breath had passed.

A fourth punch.

Blocked by something.

A golden light erupted from the necklace on Qin Ji’s neck.

Another breath passed.

A fifth punch.

The necklace held strong.

The bloody hand extended a finger.

The Mountain Carrying Volume pierced the cauldron.

The necklace shattered.

Three breaths had elapsed.

Liu Sanbian, dead.

A finger to the forehead of Qin Ji.

A drop of fresh blood emerged.

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