Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

But the monster before them was vastly different from a martial artist at the Transformation Realm.

In fact, he could no longer be considered a martial artist.

Martial artists have fragile physical bodies and must rely on stances, weaponry, or powerful internal energy and neutralizing force to make effective defenses.

But Yan Qingshi, who had already swallowed that strange thing, didn't care about any of that.

He made no show of force, barely using his long sword, and spontaneously released a protective energy shield.

The physical body alone is enough to withstand it.

The swords and blades kept breaking through the defenses, aiming at various parts of Yan Qingshi's body, but only managed to leave white marks on his scales and tear sparks.

When it grew impatient, its right arm claws suddenly lashed out with a speed beyond human comprehension, gripping the swordsman's blade aimed at its neck.

The sword tip still pierced a gap in the scales on his neck, the sword energy of a martial artist of neutral strength penetrating into it.

However, the result was only minor scratches on the rough skin, which was not considered damage.

Xi Heng stopped behind, the blood-red patterns on his arms glowing, coating the longsword in his hand with a layer of magical amplification.

In fact, long before the battle began, while preparing in the camp, she imbued the blade with a blood poison spell.

But for some reason, the blood poison is always ineffective against this kind of monster.

Perhaps, when facing someone with a strong physique, the blood poison will take much longer to take effect, or perhaps it is because the blood flowing from that person is already very different from that of an ordinary person.

Or perhaps, it's simply that the amount of spiritual energy was insufficient when activating the blood poison.

"Hopefully it will work..." Xi Heng thought to himself.

At the same time, his gaze fell on the enemy, carefully focusing on every detail of their movements.

Yan Qingshi felt a slight pain in his neck from the sword, but instead of getting angry, he excitedly released his grip on the longsword and attacked with both arms and claws, roaring:

"Come again!"

The swordsman frowned deeply, exchanging glances with the knife-wielding man beside him.

Immediately afterwards, he turned and shifted his position to stand next to the swordsman.

The two first stood together, then each retreated to the side.

As they moved, the energy from the swords and sabers connected with the spot where Yan Qingshi and the other two stood, forming an equilateral triangle.

He stopped and assumed a fighting stance against the enemy.

Just as the two were about to make their move, Yan Qingshi felt a subtle, enveloping sensation lingering over him.

The two martial arts masters, though their stances appeared different on the surface, revealed a certain sense of 'unification' deep within them.

Although their weapons, personalities, and even martial arts styles are different...

But in that instant, their auras strangely overlapped.

Two similar auras emanated from them, converging, intertwining, and becoming more complete.

Just like the yin and yang fish of the Tai Chi symbol meeting and combining to form the complete Tai Chi Yin and Yang.

"Oh?" Yan Qingshi, who was being pointed at by swords, narrowed his eyes.

He could see that the two men's thoughts were resonating.

It's not just about their physical appearance or posture; it's about their spirits intertwining.

The two experts simultaneously raised their weapons, the blades aimed at the monster in front of them.

"Interesting." Yan Qingshi remained calm and composed, neither retreating nor dodging, but instead straightening his chest.

It seemed as if they wanted to openly and honestly accept this obviously extremely dangerous move.

"The intent of the blade and the intent of the sword can overlap and be so strong that they affect the present world... making people feel cold all over, as if they are being pricked by needles, and unable to move an inch... Indeed, after experiencing such sword intent, I do not feel itchy."

After he finished speaking, he chuckled a few times:

"Let me see what you're capable of!"

As soon as Yan Qingshi finished speaking, the swordsman and the knife-wielder, as if their minds were in sync, simultaneously took steps forward and rushed forward—

With equal strength, consistent speed, and shared will, the two were practically one.

Stomp the ground, swing your arm, and thrust.

In an instant, their speeds simultaneously reached their limits, and the two transformed into black and white figures, unleashing their fully charged sword and saber auras, along with their overwhelming internal energy that nearly crushed the air!

"Duan Kong!"

The sound was uttered simultaneously, and the sharp blade was thrust forward violently.

The stone slabs outside the dilapidated hall, covered in moss, were shattered by a single footstep, creating large cracks. The surging sword energy in front of the figure was clearly visible—like steam billowing out and white flowers blooming.

The distance of several meters was covered in an instant, and the knife and sword struck the monster's bulging chest together.

The black scales guarding his heart shattered inch by inch under this attack, revealing the withered and wrinkled skin inside.

The seemingly indestructible scales broke, but the surging momentum of the swords and blades continued unabated.

Layers of flesh and blood were destroyed by the ultimate move, worn away inch by inch. The originally smooth skin immediately became a bloody mess, revealing the skeletal remains behind it.

Then his ribs shattered, and from between the tears in his flesh, the shape of a beating heart emerged.

The other person's heart was no longer the flesh color that a human should have, but had become a deep black like charcoal.

This heart seems to be more resilient than scales, flesh, bones, or anything else.

As a result, even the seemingly invincible combined sword and blade technique, capable of crushing everything, came to a halt before this point.

Even now, Yan Qingshi remains motionless.

A few seconds later, the momentum of the sword and the ripples of its energy dissipated, and he suddenly raised his hand and gripped the sword tightly.

"pain……"

A spray of scarlet blood, along with fragments of bone and flesh, flew out in all directions when the attack was received.

But just by looking at it, one knows that it must be unbearable pain.

If it landed on an ordinary person or martial artist, they would surely faint from the pain.

However, the excruciating pain only caused Yan Qingshi to grin and widen his mouth to both sides.

"However, it doesn't itch anymore." He sounded quite relieved.

Thank you all.

Immediately afterwards, he clenched his fists, and the broadsword and straight sword shattered into two pieces.

"Why aren't you dead yet!" The swordsman reacted the fastest, drawing his broken sword and slashing straight at the man's head.

block--

However, it produced a sound like metal clashing against metal.

The tip of the broken knife has split open again.

Yan Qingshi released his hands, and the weapon fragments fell to the ground.

“You should die too, but the one who dies is not me, but you.” He then struck forward with his giant claw.

The two experts, realizing they could not withstand the attack, retreated simultaneously without hesitation.

The next instant, a silver dragon spear gleamed coldly between the two figures, carrying a faint dragon's roar, and pierced the enemy's chest wound.

Yan Qingshi pressed down with both hands, unleashing his full power.

Zhao Wanli was pushed back several meters, but he did not stop. Instead, he spun his silver dragon spear and continued to attack and thrust in a spiral motion.

Clang——

The spear tip collided with the black scales, only to create a burst of sparks.

The spear was blocked for a moment, then suddenly veered to another direction and struck the face again.

The opponent twisted his wrist as if to grab the gun, but he dodged it repeatedly in a flash.

Zhao Wanli's spear speed was extremely fast; one moment it was aimed at the center of the forehead, and the next it was already piercing the dantian.

Xi Heng remained in the rear, searching for a suitable opportunity to make his move.

Rather than fighting the enemy and slowly wearing down their spirit with her sword, she preferred to defeat them with a single blow.

Her internal energy was already insufficient. If she continued to rely on individual qi and blood techniques to activate her sword heart, as long as the enemy defended carefully, even if she used up all her internal energy, she probably wouldn't be able to cause much damage.

The girl slowly gathered her strength.

Ahead, Zhao Wanli exchanged several blows with the monster. Although he tried his best to dodge, he was eventually caught by the black-scaled giant hand that grabbed the tip of his spear.

Since swallowing the dragon meat, Yan Qingshi has not used any martial arts skills.

With just his physical strength and reflexes, he seized the weapons of three martial arts masters at the Transformation Realm, gaining a decisive advantage.

Two weapons had already been destroyed, and now they were about to break Zhao Wanli's Silver Dragon Spear.

"Silver Dragon Spear? Mortals can only ever imitate us celestial dragons."

"You deserve it too?!"

After Zhao Wanli finished reciting the command, he slammed his right arm against the gun handle, channeling the force into the opponent's arm.

The shaft vibrated, releasing a torrent of energy.

This move had once shattered the palm of a female general of the Yanmeng Transformation Realm, but its effect was not good when used on Yan Qingshi, the monarch of the Yanmeng Kingdom.

Yan Qingshi's right arm, covered in black scales, trembled slightly from the shockwave, but then, without any further impact, he grabbed the Silver Dragon Sword along with Zhao Wanli.

Its left claw lunged forward, as if to smash his skull open.

Zhao Wanli released his grip and ducked to avoid the sharp claws, but instead of retreating, he used the momentum to launch an attack with his palm.

The palm, wrapped in neutralizing force, suddenly struck the beating heart in the enemy's chest.

At the same time, two other cultivators with only broken swords and sabers on either side also stabbed at Yan Qingshi's cervical spine.

boom--

The palm strike hit, injuring the monster's heart, and it froze for a moment.

Xi Heng's eyes flashed, realizing the time had come, and he unhesitatingly activated the vital energy within his body.

The vital energy surged through his meridians, rolled into his arms, and gushed onto the sword.

The neutralizing force wraps around it layer by layer, binding it to the sharp blade.

Not only physical energy, but also the spirit, along with the sword heart, extends outward, influencing reality—

Yan Qingshi, who was being attacked by the three of them, felt a chill run through his body. He looked up and saw Xi Heng raising his sword and preparing to strike in the distance.

Upon seeing the sword, he seemed to suddenly forget what he was supposed to do, and for a moment he just stared at it blankly.

The broken swords and blades on both sides pierced the seam between the scales on his neck and became embedded there.

"Get out of the way." Xi Su finished speaking and closed her eyes for a moment.

Though his eyes were closed, Kenshin could see much more.

The broken sword and blade pierced in from two directions simultaneously. The two people's internal energy seemed to be attracted by a magnetic force, intertwining and penetrating the flesh, affecting the monster's spine.

Although this move cannot actually cause harm, it should be enough to affect their actions.

Zhao Wanli struck the enemy's heart with his palm, which was more effective than shooting him.

Neither a gun nor a palm can penetrate the heart's defenses, but it is enough to disrupt the blood flow within, further weakening the opponent's physical condition.

Kenshin's spirit spreads outwards like ripples on a lake.

She heard the dust settle, felt the weight of the air, and took in every detail within dozens of meters around her.

Only then was the sword ready.

"The sword of death." The girl murmured, opening her bloodshot eyes.

The phrase "to determine one's fate" generally refers to determining one's own fate.

However, Xi Heng had used this desperate sword technique a hundred times before achieving sword heart, and then honed it countless times in the spiritual space of sword heart.

This technique is now quite perfect; it will no longer sever her meridians and take her life due to the surge of vital energy.

After using it, one may only be weak for a few days or ten days.