Magic Martial Arts

Soon, as their bodies intertwined, Wei Qianxiang changed his claws into palms and chopped at the back of Su Chen's neck at an extremely tricky angle.

This attack was so fierce that it seemed to split Su Chen's neck. However, at this moment, Su Chen showed amazing reaction speed and swordsmanship skills.

He held the sword in his right hand, and his wrist turned slightly, causing the sword to draw a graceful arc in the air. As he moved, the ice-blue sword light flashed with a cold light, like a smart dragon.

"Breaking Palm Pose!"

With a low shout from Su Chen, the sword in his hand seemed to be given life and stabbed quickly towards Wei Qianxiang's palm.

This sword seemed simple, but the sword intent contained in it was frightening. The sword light was as agile as a swimming dragon. No matter where Wei Qianxiang's palm came from, Su Chen's sword could accurately find the flaw and pierce Wei Qianxiang's face through the gap between his fingers and palms.

At this moment, Wei Qianxiang felt a chill in his heart. He had never thought that Su Chen's swordsmanship was so superb that his attack was completely ineffective.

Faced with Su Chen's ghostly sword moves, Wei Qianxiang had no choice but to dodge sideways in embarrassment.

"Strange? How come his swordsmanship is so advanced?"

As he moved vertically and horizontally, Wei Qianxiang was even more shocked. Even if he racked his brains, he would never have thought that there was such a place with such a magical sword technique - "Nine Swords of Loneliness".

It seemed that something was wrong, but at the moment, Su Chen did not think too much about it. He just shouted with a sharp look and a little excitement:

"I travel the world alone with my sword, slaying the injustice with my sword and punishing the evil with my heart!"

He held the sword again, but the moves in his hands changed again.

"Nine Swords... Sword Li Style!"

As Su Chen rushed over again, what Wei Qianxiang did not expect was that the sword in Su Chen's hand actually flew out of his body, as if it was thrown directly at Wei Qianxiang.

However, such an unexpected scene made Wei Qianxiang stunned for a moment. But he quickly regained his composure, and with a disdainful smile, he sneered and said:

"A swordsman who doesn't hold a sword? How ridiculous!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Qianxiang quickly stretched out his claws, trying to grab the flying sword. However, just as his claws were about to grasp the sword, something shocking happened - the ice-blue sword seemed to suddenly come to life. As Su Chen turned his wrist and flicked his fingers, the sword light immediately rotated, instantly changed direction, bypassed Wei Qianxiang's fingers, and continued to slash at Wei Qianxiang's arm at an astonishing speed.

"Swordsmanship?"

Wei Qianxiang's eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief on his face. He had never expected the other party to launch such a fierce and unexpected attack. His expression, which was full of disdain just now, instantly became extremely shocked.

Wei Qianxiang did not dare to hesitate, and quickly retracted his outstretched arm, and tried to retreat quickly to avoid the sudden sword move. However, at this time, the ice-blue long sword followed Wei Qianxiang's body like a shadow, and quickly slashed at him. The sword was as swift as lightning, and it was approaching in the blink of an eye.

He had no time to think whether this sword move was really the legendary "Sword Controlling Technique". Wei Qianxiang looked solemn, and without hesitation, he formed a strange hand seal with both hands.

In an instant, demonic energy surged and blocked in front of him. Dark mist spread out, like thick ink, as if it could swallow everything, even the sharp thunderbolt sword.

However, Su Chen was not surprised by the scene in front of him. He saw his figure flying at an extremely fast speed and caught up with the ice-blue sword in just a moment.

"Break... Qi style!"

Following the roar, Su Chen changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands. Facing the evil black fog in front of him, his expression showed no panic at all. His eyes seemed to be staring at Wei Qianxiang behind the surging black fog.

This sword looked ordinary, without even the most basic sword light fluctuation. However, the ice-blue sword body was trembling slightly, making a buzzing sound, as if an invisible force was gathering in it. Then, Su Chen's body began to tremble involuntarily.

Then, the sword moved with the heart, the heart moved with the sword, the heart moved, the man moved, the man moved, the sword moved! In an instant, Su Chen and the ice-blue sword in his hand seemed to be one, turning into a dazzling sword light, like a meteor, rapidly rotating around Wei Qianxiang, who was filled with demonic energy and black fog. The sword light seemed to be constantly exploring something, trying to find the enemy's flaws.

Just as Wei Qianxiang gradually relaxed and thought he had successfully resisted the opponent's attack, Su Chen's figure suddenly rose again along with the sword light, and the sword light in his hand became brighter.

Then, he raised the ice-blue sword high in both hands, and stood upside down in the air, like a ferocious eagle, falling straight down from the sky with unparalleled sword light and momentum...

"puff!"

With a sound so light that it was almost inaudible, Su Chen's figure landed three meters away as light as a feather. At the same time, the magic mist around Wei Qianxiang behind Su Chen slightly fluctuated a few times, and then gradually dissipated.

The body of Wei Qianxiang gradually became clearly visible under the moonlight. However, the difference was that at this time, a very thin blood-red line appeared in the middle of Wei Qianxiang's forehead extending to his lower body.

"How can it be......"

The pupils that were originally as dark as ink seemed to gradually become clear black and white again. The bright moonlight slowly sprinkled down and reflected on Wei Qianxiang's face, revealing endless astonishment and disbelief.

It was as if time had frozen at this moment. He tried to lower his head and confirm again what was happening in front of him, but it was in vain.

Because, that's the truth.

"Is this destiny?"

At this moment, Wei Qianxiang seemed to have regained some of his original consciousness. He murmured to himself, tears flashing in his eyes. At this moment, he felt like a puppet played by fate, powerless to resist, and could only silently bear the blow of all this.

It seemed like only a moment, but it also seemed like a very long time had passed. Suddenly, Wei Qianxiang's entire body began to slowly split apart from the middle, and blood stained the ground red, but no internal organs or bones were seen. This person didn't feel like a human, but more like a demon in human skin!