Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

"You can't keep me."

As soon as Shen Qiao finished speaking, Zui Bugui made a loud buzzing sound and cut off the "person's" hands. Immediately afterwards, the sword turned and slashed in the air.

The ghost's movements paused noticeably, and a faint bleeding line appeared on its neck.

When the long sword returned to Shen Qiao's hand, the head fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, Shen Qiao had raised the sword and pointed the tip of the sword at Song Shi's face!

Song Shi's eyes lit up when he saw this scene. He turned his head and dodged to the side at a very fast speed, but saw Shen Qiao turned his wrist flexibly, and the sword blade swung horizontally, leaving a deep mark on the wall. The strong wind it brought up cut a large scar as soon as it touched the flesh.

Song Shi, who failed to dodge the attack, covered his wound and hurriedly stepped back several steps. When he finally stood still and looked up, he saw that the bloodstain from his shoulder to his waist almost cut him in half. The black dirty blood soaked through his clothes little by little, and the black and red color was mixed with a bitter and smelly smell of medicine.

"It's a good sword." Song Shi said as he slowly stood up. Shen Qiao noticed that the blood from his wound did not continue to spread, as if it had stopped on its own.

"You are different now." He still smiled gently.

Shen Qiao looked at him indifferently, "I'm not her."

Song Shi was slightly stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "You misunderstood. I mean, you're doing very well."

Song Shi suddenly disappeared from the spot when he finished speaking. Shen Qiao's eyes trembled slightly, but the next second he heard a very low voice coming from behind him.

"But, it's not enough."

Shen Qiao suddenly turned around, and a flash of knife light flashed across her eyes. Before she could judge what it was, she raised her sword to block it.

The sound of iron colliding rang in my ears.

The sound was not like the harsh clashing of weapons during an ordinary fight, but more like the sound of wind chimes blown by the wind, crisp and echoing.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Shen Qiao waved his sword to push him away. Perhaps because he was dazzled by the bright light, his vision was not obviously dazed for a moment.

She raised her eyes to look at Song Shi who was retreating, but something seemed to flow out from the corner of her eyes and down her cheek.

Warm...smell of blood...

"You can't beat me." The three-edged dagger turned in his palm. Song Shi still looked gentle, but the knife in his hand had already taken on a powerful force. "My realm is above yours."

Is it because of the knife flash just now?

Shen Qiao closed his eyes, and the blood and tears on his cheeks disappeared instantly. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils had turned silver-white.

"My victory was never due to my realm."

The silver spiritual power and the aqua-blue spiritual power were mobilized at the same time, and the oppressive feeling of the spiritual power field increased sharply. "I can kill Wen Xiaotong, and I can kill you too."

Song Shi narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at her now fully developed spiritual power. "You never put life and death on your lips."

Shen Qiao raised her hand, and the silver-blue spiritual pattern centered on her spread out at a constant speed. A thin layer of ice soon formed on the ground. Song Shi saw Shen Qiao suddenly raise the sword without any warning. The black long sword cast a shadow above his head and chopped down directly from the air.

This move was unstoppable, and he knew he couldn't block it, so he tried to move to the side. The sharp energy of the sword blade struck the ground, stirring up many broken ice chips that cut Song Shi's clothes and skin.

It seemed like a blow that just missed.

He raised the dagger in his right hand and held it horizontally in front of him to block Shen Qiao's subsequent sword attack.

"You are more beautiful now."

He looked at Shen Qiao's eyes through their weapons, with fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

Shen Qiao felt a chill as the sword blade brushed against his dagger and pressed down, then suddenly turned and swept across. Song Shi raised his head and dodged backward, but a strand of hair floating in front of him was also cut off.

He no longer simply defended, but retreated a few steps, blocking with one hand and slashing diagonally with the knife with the other.

Shen Qiao always reacted very quickly. She raised the scabbard with her left hand to block it, then turned sideways to relieve the force. The scabbard hit Song Shi's wrist very accurately and broke his bones.

Song Shi frowned as if in pain. Although his right hand was forced to release the strength, his left hand that was blocking Shen Qiao's sword did not relax at all.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment, until Song Shi felt ice crystals beginning to spread on the soles of his feet. He suddenly woke up and wanted to step back to relieve the force, but it was too late.

Shen Qiao's pressure became heavier and heavier, and Song Shi's knife was pressed against his neck.

"I'll ask you again, where is that ghost?"

Song Shi's whole body was shaking without any effort. He smiled hastily and said, "I don't want to talk about it."

There was a flicker of murderous intent in Shen Qiao's eyes. "Then go to hell."

Song Shi looked at her and smiled.

Seeing this smile, Shen Qiao felt an inexplicable palpitation in her heart. As expected, before she could make a move, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck. Her pupils trembled, and she violently knocked Song Shi away, ignoring the pain and grabbing the thing biting her neck.

The thing didn't bite deeply, so she pulled it off easily. When she looked closely, she saw that what she was holding was a child's head with its skin and flesh rolled up. There was still her blood in the teeth of the child.

Song Shi, who was knocked flying, slammed into the wall, punching a hole in it. His bones cracked and he immediately vomited a mouthful of black water, but when he saw Shen Qiao being bitten, he laughed uncontrollably and trembled.

"Ahem...you know what?"

"The first time I saw you, I felt that you were as clean as these white jasmine flowers." He moved his fingers and picked up a jasmine petal.

"I want you to be clean forever, but... I've waited for you for too long."

The petals that touched his fingers began to decay rapidly and eventually rotted away completely.

"Now I'm stuck in the mud... since you can't accept me like this."

"Then I'll have to drag you into the mud too."

The toxin was corroding his nerves, and Shen Qiao could feel the light in front of him rapidly dimming.

Song Shi slumped against the wall, looking at Shen Qiao who was standing there motionless. His usually gentle smile finally took on a hint of triumph. "I won't kill you. I just want to cripple your spiritual power and turn you into an ordinary person."

"I will take care of you and never leave."

The head in Shen Qiao's hand was still creaking, and Song Shi was admiring her. He hoped that Shen Qiao could continue to crush the child's head in her hand. This head was cut off from a child alive by him, and it was only temporarily operated on and had not yet been eroded by the poisonous insect.

He wanted to see Shen Qiao's body covered in blood, he wanted her to be as dirty as him.

"Someone has said this before." Shen Qiao said, pointing his finger at the center of the eyebrows.

The aqua-blue spiritual power surrounded the head and repaired the horrifically curled flesh.

On the other side, Song Shizheng was holding onto the wall to stand up again. Seeing that she was still using her spiritual power to protect a dead body despite being poisoned, he couldn't help but snort and chuckle. He slowly walked over and leaned closer. "I thought you had changed, but I didn't expect... you are still so naive."