When Zhu Luo was like the moon in the water, transforming into a seemingly solid clone that easily passed through the crack in space created by Wang Po's blade and arrived at the other end of the street, if he had directly attacked Su Li, perhaps Su Li would have died in the next moment, or perhaps he would have ignored Chen Changsheng who was about to be stabbed to death. Nothing else would have happened.
But Zhu Luo did not do that. This was not a mistake. At least in that instant, those people who had not predicted the following changes all believed that Zhu Luo was not wrong, even feeling that his response was flawless. They sighed with emotion that the strongest expert of the human world had always been in control of the situation, and so they all thought of that beautiful phrase: the storm envelopes Xunyang.
Even Zhu Luo himself believed that his response was perfect. Su Li would die, but he would not personally kill him. The Zhu clan of Tianliang County would be able to avoid many troubles in the future, and he would not leave a dishonorable mark in the annals of history. Even if he did leave a mark, it would be a little fainter. At the same time, he did not forget the request of the Li Palace, allowing Chen Changsheng to live.
The storm invaded the city, the moon hid behind it, the moon in the water split into two, the illusory and real corresponding. His main body and his clone had almost the same battle prowess, and he was multitasking. Like a god, he used the simplest method to solve the most complicated problem.
The scene at the time was truly very beautiful, and the conclusion of this matter should have been perfect. There was no reason for this legendary human expert not to be confident, but he had forgotten one very important thing. Confidence often meant underestimating the enemy. Moreover, it was not until the final moment that he realized who his true enemy was.
The cold sword stabbed into Zhu Luo's illusory body.
Chen Changsheng had previously felt that this sword was not as frightening as he imagined it to be, but only now did he realize that his opponent had always been holding back. This sword was truly very frightening, so frightening that even a person like Zhu Luo could not avoid it.
There was a light squelch.
Liu Qing's sword drew a strange curve in the torrential rain, like a branch in a moon pond, cutting the moonlight in the water into several pieces. At the same time, it also cut through Zhu Luo's illusory body, stabbing deeply inside!
This was not the end, but the beginning.
Only after Liu Qing's sword stabbed into Zhu Luo's illusory body did it truly begin to explode with its most powerful might. The cold sword suddenly became incomparably hot, and then it began to glow, began to burn, spitting out countless golden birds of fire. Each bird of fire seemed to be carrying a sun on its back. The rainy street was suddenly illuminated, and Zhu Luo's illusory body began to burn from the inside out!
This was a secret technique of Mount Li.
Golden Crow Sword Technique.
An angry howl resounded from the other end of the rainy street.
Zhu Luo's gaze passed over Wang Po's blade and looked at the scene several dozen zhang away, his anger reaching its peak. Liu Qing's sword had clearly pierced his illusory body, but for some reason, his chest began to bleed!
In the several centuries since he had stepped into the Divine Domain, had anyone dared to injure him? Had he ever bled before? He had long forgotten the feeling of being injured, and he had even forgotten that he could be injured.
Until this moment.
However, what truly enraged him was not the matter of his injury, but the identity of the assassin and the fact that the assassin had used the Golden Crow Sword Style of Mount Li. This made him incomparably furious, and he even had a faint feeling that something bad was about to happen!
The angry roar resounded through the rainy street. Zhu Luo's sword slashed towards Wang Po in front of him. His sword intent surged, the dark clouds parting and the moonlight growing countless times brighter. At the same time, the number of sword lights that landed on Wang Po's body increased by countless times.
Wang Po's blood gushed out of his body like a torrential rain, but the iron blade remained motionless in the rain.
Zhu Luo's sword slashed in front of him, but it landed even further away. At the same time that he attacked, he used the Moon in Water Movement Technique to appear on the other end of the rainy street and simultaneously attack Liu Qing. Although it was an illusory body, it possessed a strength almost identical to his own. Even if his opponent was the world's third-ranked assassin, how could he possibly block the might of this strike?
Liu Qing's strange and elusive figure was completely enveloped in the sword light. Chi chi chi chi, countless sharp sounds rang out, and in just an instant, dozens of bloody holes appeared on his body.
Any other opponent, even an upper level Star Condensation expert like Liu Qing, would have died on the spot under Zhu Luo's sword brimming with rage. There would have been no accidents.
But Liu Qing was no ordinary cultivator. He was an assassin.
He was most skilled at killing people, so he was naturally most skilled at not being killed.
The clothes he wore seemed very ordinary, even somewhat shabby, but they were actually woven from ghost silkworm silk and could block the cuts of ordinary blades and swords. Of course, in a battle of this level, this did not have much meaning. More importantly, underneath his clothes was a soft armor manufactured by the Wenshui Tangs. His ordinary and unremarkable face was actually a mask. Unlike the white paper on Xiao Zhang's face, his mask came from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets and had the same defensive power as armor. Of course, this actually did not have much meaning, but … when all of these things were added together, they had meaning.
The meaning was that Zhu Luo's furious strike could not kill him on the spot, but that he could still stand in the torrential rain and continue to strike.
The whizzing sounds became the crisp cry of sword intent colliding with a hard object.
Liu Qing's entire body was covered in blood, but he still stood majestically.
At this moment, the assassin had become a death soldier.
Because behind him was Su Li.
The sword in his hand, which was like the sparse branches of a moon pond, had clearly already exhausted its energy, but it still forcefully advanced a little more. The burning sword, spitting out countless birds of fire, exuding boundless light and heat, exploded in the next moment!
The sword exploded in Zhu Luo's phantasm!
A loud bang resounded!
The torrential rain on the long street was jolted away.
Zhu Luo's phantasm suddenly became incomparably bright, the edges faintly showing signs of damage.
And on the other end of the street, Zhu Luo's chest was a bloody mess!
… …
… …
He had silently followed Su Li and Chen Changsheng for several dozen days. Just a moment ago, he had suddenly launched an attack and covered Chen Changsheng in blood. Only when Zhu Luo arrived did he finally reveal his true goal. As it turned out, it was not to kill, but to protect.
This strike, whether in terms of calculation or in any other aspect, had reached the pinnacle.
It could be said that this strike was the best conclusion to Liu Qing's life as an assassin.
A very strange strike, a very bright strike, a very patient strike, a very terrifying strike.
This strike was powerful and terrifying to an unimaginable degree.
But … it was still not enough to kill Zhu Luo.
Because this pinnacle still belonged to the pinnacle of the human world.
And for an expert like Zhu Luo, after stepping into the Divine Domain, one could say that they were no longer human!
Before the angry howl had ceased, it suddenly became a clear howl, desolate and cold to the extreme, like the bright moon over the snowy plains.
Zhu Luo's phantasm swayed under the assault of the torrential rain, but it did not disperse.
In the next moment, a phantasm sword suddenly appeared in the phantasm's hand.
A sword stabbed at Su Li.
Su Li expressionlessly gazed at this sword, his right hand already gripping the handle of the Yellow Paper Umbrella at some point.
Even if they were powerless to fight, people like them would still die in battle.
This was the general meaning.
After Liu Qing attacked, he could no longer hold on and sat down in the rain.
Blood spurted from his body and face.
He was already incapable of doing anything else.
Zhu Luo's sword had come, pure and cold.
Because he was truly enraged.
He was determined to kill Su Li. No matter who tried to stop him, they would all die together.
Suddenly, the faint cry of a dragon could be heard on the rainy street.
Or perhaps it was the cry of a dragon.
As it turned out, Chen Changsheng had still been present the entire time.
Just when Zhu Luo was prepared to throw him to the corner of the street, Liu Qing's sword had arrived.
So he had fallen on the rainy street.
The Dragoncry Sword was in his hand.
He stood on the water and swung his sword through the air.
When he swung his sword, it was the cry of a dragon.
His sword had met Zhu Luo's sword.
The real Dragoncry Sword had met the illusory Moonlight Sword.
Perhaps there was no difference between swords, and the Dragoncry Sword might even be stronger.
But the disparity between sword users was truly too great.
Noiselessly, the illusory sword was like moonlight illuminating the snowy plains. It easily and easily passed over the edge of the Dragoncry Sword and continued forward.
But then, it was blocked by the sheath.
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