Crimson blood splattered onto the inky-black blade of the sword.
At this moment, Helen's sleeves were already flying toward An Lin with killing intent surging from her body. She was even faster than An Lin in his triple-buff state.
An Lin didn't evade. Streams of wind revolved around his Evil-Slaying Sword, and at the same time, his extremely powerful consciousness was imbued with his Evil-Slaying Sword, which swept through the air toward Helen's neck!
He was going to kill Helen again. Even Dao Integration Stage Blood Tribe cultivators with freakishly powerful life forces would eventually reach a tipping point, and even a god would perish once they passed that tipping point!
Furthermore, this sword strike that had been imbued with the power of his blood and consciousness would perhaps be even more effective!
A hint of ferocity appeared on Helen's face upon seeing that An Lin was completely unfazed by her counterattack. No one dared to look down on her in her Dancing Lotus state!
The smooth, inky-black ground that had already been assimilated by her divine dao was her stage. She was the only scenery between heaven and earth as she danced on the stage, and everyone paled in comparison to her!
She tapped her foot lightly into the ground and twisted her waist. Her black dress fluttered in the wind, and her slender body slanted to the side like a phantom.
An Lin's Wind Sword was about to miss its target, but it suddenly changed its trajectory in mid-air!
Helen's expression shifted drastically. What kind of insane reaction speed was required to keep up with her dance?
"You're courting death!" She harrumphed coldly as her sleeves reached An Lin's back.
An Lin's sword fell without any hesitation, tearing through Helen's black dress and slashing a gash into her shoulder. At the same time, Helen's sleeves struck An Lin's back with devastating force.
Devastating power surged forth in a frenzy.
An Lin felt as if his back had been crushed by over a hundred divine mountains, and his divine body was being torn apart. Even his bones were beginning to crack from the crushing force.
"Pfff …" An Lin's blood churned as he threw up a mouthful of blood.
An Lin was knocked flying for over a kilometer.
Helen turned around with a disdainful smile on her face. "What an idiot. You're planning to trade wound for wound with me? Can you afford it? "
As soon as she finished speaking, she even rather provocatively used her slender finger to scratch the wound on her shoulder, and then she stuck out her tongue to lick it. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she moaned lightly, and she seemed to be rather enjoying it.
An Lin crawled up from the ground, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter upon seeing this.
In Helen's eyes, she had profited greatly, but little did she know …
In An Lin's eyes, she had already been killed in an instant!
Helen was a little displeased to see An Lin's expression.
It was obvious that she had gained the upper hand, but that man revealed such a wretched smile. How hateful!
The tip of her foot stepped on the ground, and like a graceful swan, she once again swept towards An Lin. Her sleeves were as light as mist, and they carried the darkest and most despairing power as they enveloped the man not far away.
An Lin merely stood on the spot and didn't move. Instead, he looked at her with an expression of anticipation and victory in his eyes, which made her feel even more uneasy.
Helen thought back to Emperor An Mang, who was still in a deranged state in the Blood Tribe holy land. He was once the most powerful Holy Disciple, but now, his hair was completely disheveled, and he was constantly muttering to himself, "What is the ancestor? What is the dao?"
She knew that it was very likely that An Lin was behind all of this. Hence, her previous disdain toward An Lin was only a strategic one. She still took him very seriously in battle.
So what was the meaning of An Lin's smile?
For some reason, Helen felt like An Lin's smile was a little horrifying, and she swept her sleeves through the air before crashing toward An Lin like a dragon. "Lotus Dance, Sleeves of Death!"
Her inky-black sleeves were imbued with the power of trillions of tons as they hurtled directly toward An Lin.
Even a Dao Integration Stage super mighty figure would have their flesh and bones shattered if they were to take this attack head-on!
Bam!
The power of the divine dao surged forth for over fifty kilometers.
The sleeves crashed into An Lin's green turtle shell like meteorites, and the turtle shell tremored violently, but showed no signs of breaking.
"So hard …" Helen's expression shifted slightly.
The unease in the Blood Tribe empress' heart became more and more intense. An Lin could evade and retaliate, but he chose to defend in the most cowardly manner possible. What was he waiting for?
Thump …
Her heart suddenly began to beat very quickly.
The blood in her entire body began to churn for some reason. This was a type of destruction brought about by extreme exercise and refinement!
"Ah …!" Empress Helen's face was flushed, and her chest rose and fell violently. She clasped a hand over her heart, and her eyes alternated between clear and unfocused.
"This power … I feel like every single cell in my body has been activated …" She stared at An Lin with astonishment on her face. "You … What did you do to me?"
With a triumphant smile on his face, he looked at the woman before him, whose face was so red that she couldn't even move. "Do you want to understand the true meaning of life?" he asked with a serious expression. "Do you want to understand the true meaning of life? Do you want to truly be alive? The holy blood will give you the answer … "
Helen faltered momentarily before recalling how An Lin had slashed himself with his sword, and her pupils contracted drastically. "So it's your blood … You poisoned your blood?!"
"No, I didn't. My blood itself is poisonous." An Lin chuckled coldly.
"Ah …!" Helen let loose another delicate cry, and her breathing accelerated. A peculiar flush appeared on her snowy-white skin, and her entire body trembled as if she were resisting some kind of special power.
"The first time always hurts a little, but you'll learn to enjoy it in the future." An Lin offered words of consolation with a smile.
Helen: "…"
Dao Integration Stage Blood Tribe mighty figures were no idiots, and they were naturally aware of the special properties of An Lin's blood.
That type of blood was extremely pure, and it was capable of making the blood in one's entire body churn and tremble. This was the power of destruction! If one didn't die in destruction, then they would be reborn in this destruction!
"Ah …" Helen's delicate cry was intermingled with a hint of seduction.
She bowed slightly, and her long legs were pressed together as she gripped her chest with her hands. Her skin was a little moist, and she was sweating profusely. From An Lin's perspective, he could even see a pair of snowy-white breasts trembling gently beneath Yun Shang's collar.
On the city wall, all of the cultivators who were paying close attention to An Lin's battle were a little confused and astonished.
"An Lin and Helen's battle is so strange. They only exchanged a few blows before suddenly stopping."
"Empress Helen looks like she's in a lot of pain. Has she been cursed?"
"Why does it look like Helen is feeling a little good … No, it should be ecstasy."
"… What the hell is Sect Leader An Lin doing?"
Regardless of what everyone was saying, An Lin had managed to hold off Helen, and that was already a massive turnaround for both sides.
The Kingdom of the Nine States United Army was beginning to gain the upper hand on both sides!
Xu Xiaolan stood atop the phoenix and looked down at the ecstatic Helen, as well as An Lin, who wore a wide smile on his face. Even though she knew what they were doing, her lips still twitched involuntarily.
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