Not to mention the lightning, even a First Rank Martial Artist might not have seen a living person evaporate into thin air, let alone ordinary people like them.
However, just as everyone was still in a daze, Qin Yiqiu's disintegrated body began to gather again. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his original state. It was as magical as a magic trick.
If it was a magic trick, there was still a way to do it. However, this was a duel of life and death. It was the most important part of the competition between the two academies. Blasphemous behavior was not allowed. Performing magic tricks on the duel was a blasphemy against a Martial Emperor. It was a serious crime.
Therefore, this was not a magic trick. Qin Yiqiu really came back from the dead.
Yan Li squinted his eyes slightly. He kept his hand in the scabbard and said, "I'm not prepared at all. Are you a human or a ghost?"
Qin Yiqiu first closed his eyes toward the eastern sky and prayed. He mumbled for a while as if he was mourning.
After that, he turned to Yan Li and gently opened his left hand. A cluster of dense green flame was ignited in his palm, reflecting his honest and peaceful face, which seemed to be full of murderous intent. He said, "Brother Yan, what you just killed was only Ju Lei. I have more than Ju Lei with me." He raised his left hand so that Yan Li could see it more clearly. "Green Ghost is only one of them. Its power is even greater than Giant Lightning."
As soon as he said that, not only did Yan Li feel shocked, even Lianhai Changjin and the others felt their hearts sink. They could see that Yan Li had put in a lot of effort. He had made use of all kinds of factors in the environment to make such a powerful counterattack. However, it seemed like it was not enough to hurt Qin Yiqiu. How many more times could Yan Li make such a counterattack?
In fact, he could only do it once.
In the eyes of a Martial Artist, a Fourth Rank Martial Artist's body was too weak. Even though Li Ya had taken most of the force, only a small part of it was enough to heavily injure Yan Li's body. Just one more time and it would be enough to cause a fatal injury that he would not be able to move. If he was unlucky, it would not be impossible for him to directly die.
The Hidden Sword Spell was indeed miraculous. It allowed Yan Li to bear a power that he would never have been able to bear. It made it no longer a myth to challenge someone of a higher level. However, there was still a limit to this technique, and this limit was Yan Li's Spiritual God Realm.
Qin Yiqiu's face was filled with sorrow. "The Lightning Ancestor has been with me since I was young. He knew that his time was up, but he still risked his life to protect me. I really owe him a lot …"
"Then let's hurry back to the sea of stars and show our respect to him!" Yan Li suddenly let out a loud shout and mobilized his Qi of vitality. The Green Lotus Lamp shone brightly and two of its petals slightly opened.
Because of the 'Critical Strike', whenever Yan Li mobilized his Vital Qi, he would have to give it his all. However, the second style of the Green Lotus Lamp was different. After all, it used the swing of the sword to increase one's speed and achieve an unexpected attack. Therefore, the output of Vital Qi was within a controllable range.
However, this range was also very subtle. If Yan Li's Vital Qi was divided into ten equal parts, then the controllable range was between one and two equal parts. Therefore, the number of times he could use it was actually not that many. It was also because Yan Li's cultivation base was too weak, and the amount of Vital Qi he had was too little.
The light from the sword was so blinding that Qin Yiqiu squinted his eyes. He seemed to be indifferent towards Li Ya who was about to slice through his neck. A sliver of the dense green flame on his left palm suddenly separated and quietly climbed onto his face, like a sly smile slowly appearing on his face.
Roar!
The flame suddenly let out a high pitched cry, the dense green flame suddenly condensed into a beast claw, grabbing Li Ya.
At the same time, the flame on Qin Yiqiu's left palm suddenly rose. In the inhuman roar, it condensed into a monster that looked like a wolf and a tiger. The beast claw that caught Li Ya also formed a connection with it and joined together. It looked down at Yan Li and roared fiercely.
"The spirit of the Thunder Ancestor has existed for a very long time. It's a pity that he lost his Natal Spirit God in a battle. Otherwise, the sea of stars wouldn't have sensed him. Although he will eventually return to heaven, he was killed before he did. It's like a loved one who didn't die of old age. My heart is very pained …"
At this moment, he realized that Qin Yiqiu's eyes were no longer as calm as before. There was now a little anger. This was not anger from humiliation, nor was it hatred from a blood feud. It was just that one of his own was bullied and he wanted to stand up for them.
Fortunately, he still had the ability to change his emotions. Otherwise, he would be like a monster.
Yan Li's sword was caught and could not move for a moment. However, his face was still full of mockery. "Since you brought another ancestor's spirit, you shouldn't have used him. The one who killed him is not me, but you."
Qin Yiqiu sighed and said, "I didn't want to be Brother Yan's enemy."
Yan Li laughed coldly and said, "How extravagant of pity is that? However, you still don't have the right to choose your side. When you become the master of the military council, perhaps your words will carry some weight. "
As he said this, he suddenly circulated his Vital Qi and the second style of Green Lotus exploded. Li Ya shook violently and produced a strong cutting force. He forcefully broke free from the beast claw and disappeared in a flash.
Actually, those with good eyesight could already see Yan Li's shortcomings. His strength was mysterious, and all of the techniques he practiced were top-notch techniques. For example, the Cleansing Heart Hidden Sword was an ultimate technique from a famous sect. Out of the eight battles of the sword in the world, the Sword Sect alone occupied seven of them. In addition, the Green Lotus Sword Song also had an unfathomable power, not to mention the unimaginable technique of Sword Heart Realization. There was also that strange Death Grudge power and the unprecedented first-class true name.
All of these were opportunities that ordinary people could not imagine. However, success came from understanding, and failure came from understanding. For example, the first, third, and fourth styles of Green Lotus could not be easily used by Yan Li. This was because once he used them, he would release all his Vital Qi. If he could not kill the enemy, he would be waiting for death.
In other words, Yan Li's explosive power was terrifying. He might be able to threaten a Rank-1 martial artist, but continuous battles were not his strong suit. After a short period of strength, there would be a long period of fatigue that would make people not know whether to laugh or cry.
Yan Li knew his own weaknesses very well. Therefore, he relied on shifting positions that could not be seen by the naked eye to attack from Qin Yiqiu's blind spots.
However, with the monstrous ancestral spirit protecting him, Qin Yiqiu was still calm. No matter which angle Yan Li attacked from, he could defend perfectly. He even had the time to speak, "Brother Yan is cold by nature. You are extremely cold to things that have nothing to do with you. However, Brother Yan has a warm heart too. It's just that you haven't realized it yet. I deeply agree with the coldness of the world. Brother Yan, everything you do is to protect yourself. There's nothing wrong with that. "
"Then I really have to treat you as my confidant." Yan Li sneered.
"You're exaggerating." Qin Yiqiu smiled.
"Since you're my confidant, why don't you die for me!" Yan Li's voice suddenly became extremely cold. It was like a sharp knife that pierced through one's heart.
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