Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#773 - Showdown

Therefore, Cheng Dingxiang snorted coldly, like an icicle in the winter wind, with an unquestionable determination. She stepped onto her flying sword and instantly soared into the sky, leaving behind only a fleeting shadow and the lingering chill in the air.

Seeing this, a stubborn glint flashed in Mei Wenxiu's eyes. Unwilling to be outdone, she leaped nimbly, following closely behind Cheng Dingxiang, like a butterfly chasing spring, yet containing considerable power.

Li Chengfeng's lips curled into a hint of untamed smile. He also released his own flying sword, which seemed to understand his intentions, transforming into a dazzling stream of light, cutting through the sky, and chasing after the two women.

Qiu Qiang stood on the spot, his gaze like a knife, staring intently at Li Chengfeng's back, his heart filled with murderous intent. He murmured in a low voice, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Don't think I can't see it, Cheng Dingxiang, my good senior sister, that unusual affection she has for you.

But I, Qiu Qiang, am the one who loves her the most. I must defeat you and extinguish her thoughts."

With that, he stomped down fiercely, and his flying sword rose in response, carrying him like an arrow released from a bowstring towards the Life and Death Arena.

After flying for about ten miles, a massive high platform suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes. The platform was stained with mottled bloodstains, and time seemed unable to erase the traces of those battles. A strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted their nostrils, causing many to change color and feel like vomiting.

This was the Water Moon Sect's renowned Life and Death Arena, a place where life and death were decided, regardless of background or origin.

The Life and Death Arena was surrounded by a special kind of restriction, making it difficult for outsiders to interfere, even if they wanted to.

This particular one was the Foundation Establishment stage Life and Death Arena, while the Qi Refining, Core Formation, and even Nascent Soul stage Life and Death Arenas were located in other areas of the sect, each clearly demarcated and orderly.

The four of them naturally chose the Foundation Establishment stage Life and Death Arena, which matched their cultivation levels.

Once someone stepped onto the Life and Death Arena, the contract would automatically take effect, without the need for complicated procedures or anyone to watch over it. This was the Water Moon Sect's unique rule, which saved resources and avoided unnecessary trouble.

On the Life and Death Arena, life and death were determined by fate; the victor lived, and the loser died, simple and cruel.

At this moment, the area below the Life and Death Arena was already crowded with disciples who had come to watch the excitement. Some were excited, some were curious, and some were indifferent, but without exception, none of them wanted to miss this sudden life-and-death contest.

What was originally just a small face-slapping competition had inadvertently evolved into a life-and-death决战, and all of this would be given a final verdict on the Life and Death Arena.

Mei Wenxiu pointed her finger at Cheng Dingxiang, her words like blades, piercing straight to the heart: "You little bitch, you've repeatedly opposed me, truly seeking your own death! Today, on the Life and Death Arena, I swear to cut you down with my sword to vent my hatred!"

With that, her body shook, and her hands rapidly formed hand seals, her magical power surging. A pink flying sword shot out into the air, entwined with a grim aura of slaughter.

Yet it also strangely mixed with a hint of affection. This aura was strange and unpredictable, enough to disturb people's minds and cause them to fall into a brief trance.

Hearing this, Cheng Dingxiang roared angrily, her voice shaking the heavens.

What she cultivated was not the worldly path of love, but a unique and unparalleled tragic love technique.

This technique required cultivation with someone deeply affectionate and devoted, while the cultivator themselves had to be ruthless and unfeeling towards them. The emotional entanglement between the two, difficult to sever, would then stimulate the ultimate power of the technique.

At this moment, the aura of great sorrow within Cheng Dingxiang's body surged and surged, as if she was heartbroken, yet also containing endless power.

With a wave of her sleeve, a black small sword whistled out, meeting Mei Wenxiu's pink flying sword in the air, colliding with dazzling sparks.

The two swords intertwined in the air, like two shooting stars, sometimes colliding, sometimes intersecting, displaying amazing speed and skill between pursuit and interception.

These two small swords were both top-grade magical artifacts, not easily obtained. Now, under the infusion of their magical power, they were even sharper and more powerful, each strike enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

However, wielding such powerful magical artifacts also consumed a great deal of their magical power, testing their cultivation and perseverance every second.

At the same time, Li Chengfeng and Qiu Qiang's eyes met in the air, their gazes clashing, sparks flying.

In each other's eyes, besides deep hostility, there was also undisguised murderous intent.

Qiu Qiang said in a gloomy tone, filled with jealousy and resentment: "You're just a rogue cultivator who has just entered the sect. How can you, with just this handsome face, make these senior sisters so infatuated?

I really can't stand it. Your arrival will only create unnecessary divisions between these senior sisters and the senior and junior brothers who practice with them.

Therefore, I, Qiu Qiang, will clear away this pile of trash for them and restore peace to the sect."

Hearing this, Li Chengfeng nodded lightly, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his lips: "Don't make it sound so high-sounding. I see that you cultivate the technique of biased love, while your senior sister has the intention of tragic love.

You love her wholeheartedly, but she may not choose you.

Unless you suppress her, but your strength can't catch up to her, so inevitably, a lot of tragic love aura will be absorbed by her.

You are destined to be a useless person without results. If you don't concentrate on cultivation and are still jealous here, you will only die faster."

Li Chengfeng's substitute puppet had already thoroughly studied the Water Moon Sect's techniques and could naturally see through the subtleties at a glance.

Being so bluntly exposed by Li Chengfeng, Qiu Qiang was furious and roared: "Boy, you're eloquent now, but I'll knock out your teeth and slash your face in a moment, and then we'll see how arrogant you can be!"

As he spoke, his body shook, and he was about to launch another attack.

He did not rush to use spells, but calmly patted his storage bag. Accompanied by a crisp "swoosh," a flying sword leaped out of the sea of clouds like a dragon, piercing through the air.

These flying swords were all carefully crafted by the Water Moon Sect for its disciples, containing the sect's glory and heritage. Once a disciple fell, the flying sword would seek a new owner and continue its unfinished mission.

At this moment, the sword he sacrificed not only carried his tragic love intention, but also, because of his biased love, the sword body was dyed with a faint pink color, like the shyness of first love.

Yet it contained endless killing intent in its tremor, slashing towards Li Chengfeng at extreme speed, trailing a dreamlike pink tail light behind it.

In Li Chengfeng's view, he had only entered the sect for seven days, and the other party was probably relying on this point, underestimating his strength.

Such a magical artifact was no small matter. It required every disciple who entered the sect to transform their own magical power into the Water Moon Sect's unique technique power in order to control the flying sword.

Recalling the previous battle, Xie Heng underestimated Li Chengfeng and failed to sacrifice his flying sword in the first instance, instead choosing the biased love palm, and as a result, was preempted by the opponent and regrettably defeated.

The path of a rogue cultivator was full of thorns, and they had all grown up in endless killings and磨砺. Qiu Qiang would naturally not show any mercy.