While the six great system-allocated sects and Ming Cult were at each other's throats, a girl dressed in the uniform of Ming Cult calmly walked to Yin Tianzheng's side.
"I am Phantasmal Shadow. Greetings, Senior Eagle King. I am willing to take your place in this battle."
Her voice was neither haughty nor humble. It was clear and powerful.
The trio's expressions changed slightly again.
Even Ancient Wind, who had mocked them just now, had a shocked expression appear on his face when he heard the person's name. It was her — the second strongest player on the Phoenix Rank, Phantasmal Shadow.
"You?"
White-browed Eagle King had been stabbed in the chest, but he did not even want to deal with the wound. With an awe-inspiring gaze, he stared at the petite and young Phantasmal Shadow, and hesitation appeared on his face. "That won't do. Great Swordsman Song is the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang Sect. He is kind and virtuous. You're just a junior, and you're not worthy of him attacking you.
You should leave. "" It's just as Eagle King said, Great Swordsman Song is famous all over the world. He will not bully the weak, and he will definitely not attack an injured old man. That's why, Wudang Sect, please choose another person to fight against me. "Phantasmal Shadow reacted very quickly.
Song Yuanqiao frowned slightly, but just when he was about to speak, he heard a familiar voice suddenly rise.
"Alright! I'll go up against you and make all of you evil cult submit to me wholeheartedly! "
Under the gazes of the disciples from the six great system-allocated sects, Song Qingshu shot out of the crowd with a clear shout. With a loud clang, he drew his longsword in the air and landed elegantly behind Song Yuanqiao. "Father, let me take your place in this battle." As he spoke, he quickly cast a glance at Emei Sect.
Ding Minjun cast Zhou Zhiruo a glance and said in a mocking tone, "After this battle, Wudang Sect's Song Qingshu might become famous in the world of martial artists." Zhou Zhiruo quietly shifted her focus slightly.
Since Song Qingshu had already come out, Song Yuanqiao, who knew his child's temper, knew that he wanted to show off, and it would not be good for him to reprimand him in front of the disciples from the six great system-allocated sects. He cast a deep glance at Phantasmal Shadow and Eagle King before he nodded, tacitly agreeing to their fight.
"Please grant me your teachings."
Phantom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when she faced a disciple from the younger generation of the WuTang Clan. She raised her hand, and a purplish-red whip shadow tore through the air, leaving a trail of afterimages in its wake. It let out a clear cracking sound, and it marked the start of the duel between the two.
"Whip Technique!"
Oldwind revealed an excited expression. "Interesting."
Happy and Momo looked at each other, and solemn expressions appeared in their eyes.
Phantom.
She was the second on the Phoenix Rank, and it was said that her strength and intellect were on par with Dream Clouds. She had actually joined the quest at this moment and successfully changed the direction of the plot. Regardless of whether she won or lost this battle, she had succeeded.
Given the WuTang Clan's style of doing things, they would not easily force people to their deaths, especially when they were under the watchful eyes of the public. They would not kill their enemies. Moreover, the Eagle King had shown mercy to the six heroes of the WuTang Clan earlier, so it was very likely that the WuTang Clan would return the favor and not harm their opponents.
However, Phantasmal Shadow's appearance had helped White-browed Eagle King gain time to circulate his qi and heal his wounds. She left behind a good impression in the hearts of the Ming Cult elites and Zhang Wuji, and she would definitely have endless fortuitous encounters in Ming Cult in the future.
Just this point alone meant that Phantom's meteoric rise was just around the corner.
"As expected of the best actress."
Happy sighed in his heart as he watched the duo fight with sand and stones flying everywhere.
Ever since Dream Clouds, Blood Robes, Barren Murderer, Lin Xiao, Red Dust, Wind Void, and All-powerful Medicinal Stone appeared, the other empress of the two empresses finally showed herself.
And she stood on Ming Cult's side at Light Summit, which was the center of everyone's attention.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
It was Phantasmal Body Movement, and it was clear that she had mastered the true essence of this skill. When they fought, she moved as if she was flying, and she never stopped for even a moment. Her whip sliced through the air, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, and sometimes heavy. She did not give Song Qingshu the chance to get close to her. Every single time, she brought out the advantages of a whip as a long weapon to its fullest. She also used the incredibly explosive power at the tip of her whip to attack Song Qingshu at an astonishing speed.
Song Qingshu practiced Wudang Sect's sword technique, and he was very good at defense and offense. He also did not want to lose face, which was why there were many times when he had to parry Phantom's whip. While he parried her attacks, he quickly attacked.
On the surface, Song Qingshu's defense was impenetrable. He chased after Phantom and suppressed her completely.
"This Song Qingshu seems to have reached Moksha Realm as well. He's pretty good."
Ancient Wind could not help but sigh.
"This is the first time I've seen a player use a whip in such a lively manner, but she's still being suppressed by Song Qingshu. Tsk tsk, as expected, Phantom can't win."
"That's not right."
Momo suddenly spoke with a solemn expression.
"Phantom will win."
"Yeah."
Happy cast her a glance, and he agreed with Momo's gaze.
Ancient Wind was instantly rendered speechless. He cast the duo a surprised glance, rubbed his eyes, and cast a few glances at the battlefield before he quickly asked for guidance in a whisper.
He explained in a low voice, "Whip techniques are different from the sword and palm techniques we practice.
It's a flexible weapon, and since the weapon doesn't have a fixed shape, it's very difficult to control. That's why very few people can use it well. But in truth, its damage does not lose to our sword and saber techniques. Besides, it doesn't stick to one style when it comes to defense, and it can be used with great agility. There's a lot of room for it to create its own techniques. Phantom has clearly already mastered the essence of whip techniques. "
"Can't you put it in simpler terms?"
Ancient Wind was completely baffled.
Happy sighed.
"Look carefully. Every single time the two of them fight head on, who loses?"
When Ancient Wind heard this, he focused his gaze on the battlefield. Phantom moved as if she was flying. Every single time she attacked, the shadow of her whip would move like a dragon. It would attack Song Qingshu's vital spots and force him to block them.
But most of Song Qingshu's sword glares were avoided, and deep trenches were left behind on the ground.
Ancient Wind seemed to have understood a little, but he was also a little confused.
"In truth, every single time he successfully blocks, the qi attached to the weapon will still invade Song Qingshu's body. Song Qingshu might be fine right now, but as time passes, the accumulated internal injuries will act up, and he will lose."
Momo could not help but butt in.
Ancient Wind was even more puzzled. "But Song Qingshu uses offensive techniques to fight against her. How could he lose?"
Happy smiled faintly.
"That's the benefit of flexible weapons."
"Huh?"
"It means that at the moment the damage from the whip technique explodes, Phantom's qi will be sent out, but Song Qingshu's qi will not be reflected back into Phantom's body through the flexible weapon, because flexible weapons are intangible and cannot absorb force. Even if some qi is reflected back, Phantom can use that force to negate it."
"Is that so?"
Ancient Wind came to an understanding. While he was immersed in his own teachings, Zhou Zhiruo and Mistress Annihilation also heard Happy's words. Zhou Zhiruo nodded slowly.
"Young Swordsman Qingshu, please come back!"
Mistress Annihilation stepped forward.
Song Qingshu might have been unwilling to admit defeat, but he knew that he would be in an even worse state if he continued to drag things out. Hence, he decided to use the excuse to return to Wudang Sect in a huff. However, when he looked at them, his gaze was slightly ashamed.
"Miss, judging by your whip technique, you shouldn't be a disciple of Ming Cult, right?"
"I am a disciple of Ancient Tomb Sect."
"What a joke! Since you're not a disciple of Ming Cult, don't join us! "
Mistress Annihilation's tone changed, and she looked at the abbot of Shaolin Temple.
"Master Kong Wen, this time, we've surrounded and destroyed the evil cult, and all the sects respect your reputation and status in the world of martial artists. We've unanimously elected you as the person who will give the orders to attack Light Summit. Say something!"
"What else is there to say? We cannot leave a single person alive from the evil cult today. We must get rid of all evil! Otherwise, if they rise from the ashes in the future, they will definitely bring harm to the world of martial artists, "Kunlun Sect's He Taichong said!
"Wait!"
Zhang Wuji, who had long since been discovered by the trio, finally held down Xiao Zhao and walked out of the crowd from the six great system-allocated sects.
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