Just as Hua Ling threw away the veil, she was startled as Wu Qiyue looked over.
A green light flashed in Wu Qiyue's deep eyes, as if she could see through her completely. Under those eyes, there seemed to be no secrets.
"Ah!"
Hua Ling sucked in a breath of cold air. She was shocked and looked back in disbelief.
Wu Qiyue smiled and nodded at her. Her eyes were still as clear as before, but there was no longer that strange feeling from before.
Hua Ling nodded mechanically in return, but her heart was full of doubts. She thought to herself, "Was I hallucinating?"
"Boom!"
Just as she was pondering, a violent tremor came from the cave. Then, two figures shot up into the sky and fought in the sky. Sword Qi shot down and slashed into the crowd from time to time, taking people's lives.
At a closer look, Zuo Heng's face was covered in blood and malice. He wanted to break free from Yang Qingxuan's restraint, but he was firmly entangled by Yang Qingxuan. Zuo Heng was suppressed to the point that he could only defend himself. His defense was getting weaker and weaker, and his body was covered in injuries.
Previously, he relied on his cultivation to defeat Yang Qingxuan, but he could use his Martial Spirit to intervene. Now that he was seriously injured, his Martial Spirit was immediately cut off by the Parade of Hundred Ghosts. It was useless.
"Damn it! How did you know that I was hiding down there?! "
"Pfft, with your IQ, you want to hide it from me? There is a neat crack on the formation. Obviously, it was cut by a sword. "
"Damn it!"
Zuo Heng was furious. Previously, he tried his best to cut the formation and hid in the big hole created by Fu Zhuo, but he was still injured.
However, that was the only way to escape. Otherwise, he would have been turned into ashes by the World Brilliant Seal.
The two fought more and more fiercely. Both of them were covered in blood, but it was obvious that Zuo Heng was at a disadvantage. His vital points were hit several times, and his consciousness was blurred. The speed of his sword began to decrease.
"That is …"
Many people were shocked. The blood on Zuo Heng's body began to turn black, purple, green, yellow … It was a riot of colors.
"Oh no, I've been poisoned!"
Wang Qing cried out in alarm. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that Zuo Heng's body had been poisoned. Moreover, the poison was in all sorts of colors. It was obviously a very terrifying poison.
Previously, Zuo Heng's vital essence was vigorous and was able to resist the poison in his wounds. Now, he was gradually at a disadvantage and could no longer suppress the sword poison. The poison in the dozens of wounds suddenly erupted and became colorful, as if it had come out of a dyehouse.
Yang Qingxuan was also shocked. He was the closest to Zuo Heng, so he could clearly see that it was no ordinary poison. Every wound on Zuo Heng's body was emitting a faint black aura, as if there was a ferocious ghost inside.
After being struck over a hundred times, Zuo Heng was now surrounded by a hundred ghosts. It was the ghost energy that was eating away at his body!
Zuo Heng's consciousness was becoming more and more blurry. The sword energy that filled the sky was like a hundred ghosts, rushing towards him with all their might. He could kill one evil ghost with each sword strike, but there were too many ghosts. Many of them pounced on him and tore at his body.
"Chi!"
Yang Qingxuan stabbed Zuo Heng's left shoulder. The pale green sword energy turned into a ferocious ghost and drilled into his body, letting out an excited ghost cry.
Zuo Heng was shocked. He hurriedly released his martial soul. Poisonous vines burst out from his body and surrounded the sword energy.
At this moment, he realized that his flesh and blood had turned ink-black where the poisonous vines had burst. A rotten smell was emitted.
"You've lost."
Yang Qingxuan coldly said. How could he let go of this opportunity? With a shake of his sword, he swiftly stabbed Zuo Heng's right shoulder and cut off his right arm.
"Ah!!"
Zuo Heng screamed miserably. He looked at his arm and Ye Ting Chunyu falling from the sky. His face was ashen.
Yang Qingxuan raised his hand and stabbed his sword at Zuo Heng's face again.
"No!"
Zuo Heng roared. He burst out with his life's potential and slapped his palm on the sword.
"Bang!"
He himself was also shocked by the sword energy. He spat out a mouthful of black blood and flew backwards, crashing to the ground far away.
The crowd had already dispersed, leaving a large empty area.
"Quick, look …"
Frightened voices came from the crowd. Zuo Heng's severed arm fell to the ground and writhed like a snake. The muscles on it twisted like a fried dough twist. There was also a ghostly "hee hee" sound coming from it, which made people's hair stand on end.
In the end, the arm twisted into a black ball of flesh and swelled up. It looked sticky, as if the bones had been completely corroded.
"Puff!"
The round meatball exploded, and a thick liquid splattered all over the ground.
The ground that was stained with the poisonous liquid immediately withered and became charred black.
The students who witnessed this scene were all pale. They looked at Yang Qingxuan and the sword in his hand in horror.
There were thousands of malicious spirits on the sword. They screamed and danced wildly. The skull on the hilt was surrounded by a ghostly aura and black fog.
Zuo Heng was scared out of his wits when he saw the strange changes in his arm. He couldn't resist those malicious spirits in the first place. The last palm strike had exhausted all of his True Essence. At this moment, he felt hundreds of ghosts tearing at his body. His whole body was like his arm, and his muscles began to twist.
"I've lost, I've lost. Save me, save me!"
Zuo Heng was scared. His face became colorful. He looked pleadingly at the red line forbidden area and shouted, "Save me!"
Yang Qingxuan flew down with his sword and looked coldly at him.
"The competition is over. Yang Qingxuan wins!"
Yi Kun immediately announced. He flew over and stood in front of Yang Qingxuan, afraid that he would kill him.
"Heh."
Yang Qingxuan sneered. He shook his right hand and the Night of a Hundred Ghosts disappeared. The dense ghostly aura also gradually dissipated.
"Not good! What kind of poison is this? "
Three or four medical personnel had gathered around Zuo Heng. They were all teachers of the academy. Their faces were full of fear, but they couldn't do anything about the poison.
Zuo Heng's muscles began to twist and contort like his arm. His left hand swelled into a ball of flesh.
"Not good, scatter!"
One of the medical personnel shouted. The four of them quickly retreated.
With a "pu" sound, the left arm also exploded, and a pool of thick liquid splashed out.
"Hehehehe."
The sound of ghosts laughing in the air above the black liquid was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
"Ah? Ah … "
Zuo Heng was scared out of his wits. He couldn't stop his tears. "Save me, save me!"
His legs, stomach, neck, lower abdomen, shoulders, and other parts of his body began to twist. Even his forehead was swollen and growing.
Qing Buli and the others were horrified. They had never seen such a terrible state before. This wasn't poison, but being possessed by a hundred ghosts. Ghostly shrieks came from his twisted muscles.
Zuo Ming was so scared that he opened his mouth wide and cried, "Help, help me!"
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