"Using his body as an arrow?!"
This time, not only were the elites of the demon race stunned, even Bai Xing and Wu Ji, who were hot on their heels, were dumbfounded.
It was just as they thought.
It was almost impossible for a single person to break through the encirclement of tens of thousands of soldiers and reach the cliff. Even Xing Yuanguo, who was the most powerful person present, did not dare to think of doing so.
However...
Fang Zhengzhi had done it.
Using an unbelievable method, he turned into a ray of purple light and shot towards Yun Qingwu right before everyone's eyes.
It was not a difficult method.
Bai Xing and Wu Ji could do the same. In fact, any elite demon with a sturdy bow could do the same.
However, they did not expect...
This did not mean that they could not think of a way to do it. It was just that they could not think of a way to do it under such circumstances.
After all...
Who would have thought that when Fang Zhengzhi used the Returning Dragon, his goal was to carve a ditch in the ground?
Shock, shock, helplessness...
That was what Bai Xing and Wu Ji were thinking. They wanted to charge up the cliff to save Yun Qingwu, but they realized that it was futile.
Fang Zhengzhi's Sun Shooting Bow was still in the ditch.
However, after one person used this method, the difficulty of a second person trying to do the same thing would increase by several times.
Even if they took a step back...
What was the point of going up now?
Fang Zhengzhi's sword was not as fast as Bai Xing's, but with the help of the Sun Shooting Bow, even Bai Xing could not stop Fang Zhengzhi's attack.
...
A ray of purple light shot into the sky, then shot down from the sky. It pierced through the rain like an arrow, shooting towards Yun Qingwu.
The disdainful expression on the face of the young Vice Domain Chief who was standing beside Yun Qingwu had completely disappeared. It was replaced by a look of disbelief and shock.
If Fang Zhengzhi were to climb up the cliff...
He had almost a hundred ways to stop Fang Zhengzhi, or even to the point where Fang Zhengzhi would not be able to return. This was because, on such a steep cliff, he had the absolute advantage.
However, when he realized that he had to raise his head to look at Fang Zhengzhi, how could he still look down on him?
Clang! A sharp blade was unsheathed. It was not a sword, but a saber, a very special saber. The tip of the saber had an opening like a snake's tongue, and the blade was thinner than ordinary swords.
However, this was a knife.
This saber was called "Spectre".
If the Blazing Qilin Spear was one of the ten most famous treasures of the Great Xia Dynasty, then the Spectre Blade was one of the five great demonic blades that represented supreme power in the ten devilish domains.
To be able to possess the Spectre Blade.
The young vice domain chief's identity was naturally not ordinary.
However, this had nothing to do with whether he could block Fang Zhengzhi's attack. No matter how noble his status was, when he saw Fang Zhengzhi charging towards him, he still stood in front of Yun Qingwu without any hesitation.
Yun Qingwu stood quietly on the cliff, raising her head to look at the purple ray of light descending from the sky. She could feel the murderous aura emanating from it.
"So he still managed to make it up?" Yun Qingwu's lips parted slightly, almost as if she was talking to herself. It was almost as if she had already imagined this.
"Kacha!" Purple lightning descended from the sky as the clouds rolled. A gigantic tree made entirely out of purple lightning lit up the sky.
The twisted purple light shuttled back and forth in the dark clouds, like a soaring dragon roaming in the clouds, exuding a powerful aura that looked down on the entire world.
"Kill!" A cold voice rang out from the clouds.
Then, a ray of purple light shot out from the clouds. It was a demonic purple. It was a figure wrapped in purple light, wielding a sword.
He stared coldly at the figure in the white dress, his murderous aura pressing down on her like a mountain.
It was a domineering aura.
Coupled with the bright sword light in his eyes, this was definitely a strange scene that would make one's heart tremble.
"Why is he so powerful?!" The young Vice Domain Chief raised the Spectre Saber in his hand and held the scale-like engraved hilt tightly in his palm.
He had never felt this way before.
He had never felt this way before.
That kind of coldness, that kind of powerful murderous aura that seeped out from the bones, made him finally understand that there was actually such a person in this world.
Now, he understood why Shi Kou had lost.
Shi Guan did not lose because of his cultivation state.
He lost because of his aura!
A drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, followed by a second, then a third. In an instant, his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
However, the Spectre Blade in his hand was still held high. He did not relax at all, nor did he tremble at all, even though his face was deathly pale.
The green demonic eye on his forehead glowed with a dazzling light.
The young Vice Domain Chief's eyes were fixed on the sword in the sky, as well as the twisting, dragon-like purple on the sword's blade.
"Boom!" A loud crash rang out, and a strong tremor came from the cliffs of Wind Valley, causing the ground below the cliffs to tremble slightly.
The water droplets from the torrential rain covered the ground, but it did not affect the tens of thousands of pairs of eyes that were staring at the shocking scene on the cliff.
The Great Xia soldiers grabbed onto the spears in their hands while the Southern Region soldiers gripped onto the broadswords in their hands tightly. The demon elites widened their eyes and stopped what they were doing.
The other candidates, the Dragon Protection Squad, the 500 Silver Horned Wolves, Xing Qingsui, Nangong Hao, Bai Xing, Wu Ji, and even Xing Yuanguo, who was in charge of the battle, all stopped in their tracks. They stared intently at the two figures clashing on the cliff.
"Kacha!" At this moment, a huge crack appeared on the cliff of Wind Valley.
A huge piece of rock fell from the cliff as if it had been sliced by a giant sword. With a loud bang, it smashed into the ground, turning into a pile of rubble.
The torrential rain fell from the sky, washing away the newly exposed mountain rocks. The broken rocks were washed clean in an instant, revealing the hard rocks inside.
At this moment...
There were three figures standing next to the broken rock.
As the mountain breeze blew, Yun Qingwu's white dress began to dance in the wind. Her slender and snow-white calves were revealed as the dress fluttered in the wind. Below the dress, there was a tear. It was only a finger's distance away from where she was standing.
In front of Yun Qingwu, there was a figure kneeling on the ground.
His black cloak had already been taken off, revealing a delicate and handsome face. A dark green demonic eye flickered on his forehead.
The young Vice Domain Chief stared intently at the youth in front of him.
He bit his lip, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Other than the blood on his lips, his sleeves were also stained red.
The red stretched from his shoulder to his palm.
The rain continued to fall.
After washing the blood off, it revealed a horrifying wound that was so deep that bones could be seen. Apart from the wound, there was also a kind of silver-white metallic luster faintly flickering within.
"Huff, huff..." The young Vice Domain Chief's chest rose and fell violently. This was a sign of extreme exhaustion.
One strike was enough to render him unable to stand.
For a naturally noble demon, not being able to stand straight in front of an opponent was already a kind of humiliation.
"Why is he so powerful? Why? It's impossible, it's impossible for him to be so powerful …" Murmurs came from the young man's lips. His heavy breathing intertwined with the heavy rain.
Fang Zhengzhi stood quietly on the cliff. He did not look at the young Vice Domain Chief kneeling in front of him. Instead, he pointed his Traceless Sword at Yun Qingwu, who was also standing in the rain.
A demonic purple light flickered on the Traceless Sword. Drops of fresh blood were washed off the blade by the torrential rain, dripping onto the cliff.
"Hum!"
The blade vibrated slightly, emitting a sound that sounded like a dragon's roar. It sounded like a whisper, but it also sounded like a form of excitement, a bloodthirsty excitement.
A monstrous murderous aura wreaked havoc in the air, emitting ripples of aura.
"Are you going to kill me?" Yun Qingwu finally spoke. Her beautiful eyes stared at the purple sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand. Her tone was extremely calm, as though she was greeting a friend.
Of course, the reality was that there was a sword in front of Yun Qingwu, a sword that was less than three steps away from her throat.
Fang Zhengzhi did not answer Yun Qingwu's question.
He looked at Yun Qingwu quietly, the sword in his eyes becoming clearer and clearer, almost as if it was about to break out of his body.
...
At the bottom of the cliff.
More than 100,000 pairs of eyes were staring at the three figures. More specifically, they were staring at the Traceless Sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand.
That was because every move made by the sword would determine Yun Qingwu's life and death.
Kill!
Or not kill!
From the looks of it, Fang Zhengzhi was in control of the situation.
After all, other than Yun Qingwu, no one else could defend against Fang Zhengzhi's sword. The demon elites, Bai Xing and Wu Ji were also helpless.
What else could they do other than wait?
It was too close. Fang Zhengzhi's sword was too close to Yun Qingwu. At this distance, if he tried to rush up the cliff to save Yun Qingwu, his fate would be sealed.
"Kill him!"
"What is he hesitating for?"
"If you were in his shoes, would you kill Yun Qingwu?"
All of the candidates were conflicted when they saw this. They knew that the sword would change the outcome of the battle.
Without the support of the demons, how would the Southern Region dare to go against the Great Xia?
Most importantly, it would be a great meritorious service for him.
However, that was Yun Qingwu.
A peerless beauty with unparalleled talent, even if she was the young lord of the Devil Race, even if she had no pity for the human race.
Xing Qingsui stared intently at Fang Zhengzhi. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it, then opened it again. There seemed to be an unspeakable decision in his eyes.
Xing Yuanguo had the same expression as Xing Qingsui.
However, Xing Yuanguo watched on silently. As the commander of the Southern Region war, he did not say a word.
No one knew what he was thinking.
Nangong Hao sheathed the Wuwei Sword on his back. A faint icy mist began to emanate from his body. He did not chase after Bai Yue or stop Wu Ji.
There was no need to.
...
Time trickled by. Fang Zhengzhi's sword was pointed at Yun Qingwu's throat. Yun Qingwu seemed to be waiting for something.
After some time, Yun Qingwu's voice was heard again.
"Since you have already made your decision, why aren't you attacking? You spent so much effort to rush up the cliff. You can't just let me go like this, right? " Yun Qingwu looked at Fang Zhengzhi and took a step forward. Instead of retreating, she took a step forward and her dress danced in the wind.
Compared to the calmness from before, there was a clear sense of relief in her voice this time. It was as if she was relieved of the shackles that had been shackled.
The torrential rain poured down from the sky, washing away her veil until it became more and more transparent. Her exquisite face was clearly displayed in front of Fang Zhengzhi.
She was like a prideful white lotus on a snowy mountain.
Aloof and arrogant. She stood at the top of the world. She did not need pity or sympathy. She looked down at the world beneath her.
"Kill... all those who tried to hurt me, kill them all, kill them all... kill..." Fang Zhengzhi's lips moved.
He seemed to be talking to himself.
However, his voice was so cold that it sent chills down everyone's spine. It was no longer a voice, it was a sound wave formed from killing intent.
"Kaboom!" A bolt of purple lightning streaked across the sky, cutting a huge crack in the sky that was already so dark that it was almost devoid of light.
At the same time, the Traceless Sword in his hand lit up once again. The purple light flowed on the blade like blood.
"Die!"
"Die!"
"Die!"
Fang Zhengzhi's mouth opened and closed.
His murderous aura gushed out like a tidal wave, spiraling up from the bottom of his feet like a giant whirlwind. The whirlwind swirled around the cliffs of Wind Valley, blocking out the torrential rain that was falling from the sky.
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