amaotonovel Chapter 309 It's either her or him who dies.
Chapter 309 It's either her or him who dies.
In the dim light, Yu Quan's reflection in the mirror was a bright red.
The fiery metallic threads emitted by the fan hooked onto Yu Quanjing's sword, and under Wan Qiziye's manipulation, Yu Quanjing and his sword were pulled together.
The fan hovered in the air, and Wanqi Ziye slightly bent his fingers, pulling Yu Quanjing forward several steps.
At the same time, the golden spiritual energy on the metal wire rushed towards Yu Quanjing's sword.
Yu Quanjing tried to cut the metal wire with both hands.
Unsure of its material, Yu Quanjing tried to cut it down for a long time but failed.
Wanqi Ziye's fire elemental energy was extremely hot, and in less than a minute, Yu Quanjing could no longer fully grip the sword hilt.
The scalding spiritual energy, carrying heat, continuously burned Yu Quanjing's hands.
She swallowed hard, unable to grip the sword hilt with her fingers together.
Yu Quanjing's expression turned serious. She decisively discarded her sword and replaced it with another blue spirit sword.
The metal wire discarded Yu Quanjing's original spirit sword, and then wrapped itself around Yu Quanjing again.
Wanqi Ziye's spiritual energy continuously kept the fan running. Unlike the cultivators he had encountered before, Yu Quanjing's cultivation level was comparable to his, but unfortunately, he was still too weak.
Wanqi Ziye looked at Yu Quanjing, not wanting to get entangled with her any longer. After opening his fan, he pressed down on his wrist, and all the metal wires detached and flew out.
The metal threads that had been re-entangled around Yu Quanjing gradually merged into one, transforming from fine, hair-like threads into a single metal rope.
The rope was covered in scalding lava. He closed his fan, and the metal folding fan transformed into a sharp dagger.
Wanqi Ziye leaped over the surrounding cultivators, his bright yellow school uniform billowing as he moved.
All of Wan Qiziye's red hair, tied low, swayed behind him, and his eyes gradually turned red.
His pupils, which were slightly red like crimson flames, also deepened.
From within Wanqi Ziye's pupils, a stream of red magma appeared, and wherever this magma flowed, the skin was burned.
Wanqi Ziye was used to this level of pain. Without saying a word, he raised his sword, and the spiritual energy in his pupils overflowed onto the sword.
"Flame Eye, damn it!"
Yu Quanjing observed carefully. Just as she broke free of the metal wire, Wan Qiziye unexpectedly unleashed a powerful attack right in front of her.
This is a pupil technique, even rarer than a mutated spiritual root.
Yu Quanjing had heard of Wan Qiziye's great name before in Zhongzhou. At that time, she and Wan Qiziye were both among the top three high school students in their respective schools.
The only difference is that she is a senior in high school, while Wan Qiziye is a freshman.
The news that Yu Quanjing heard most often was about Wan Qiziye.
For example, when she was in her senior year of high school, Wan Qi Ziye had already reached the Golden Core stage.
Back then, Yu Quanjing broke through to the Golden Core stage in the last semester of his first year of high school.
After she was admitted to university, Wanqi Ziye's cultivation reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm in less than a year.
What shocked Yu Quanjing the most was that Wan Qiziye broke through the Golden Core stage and advanced to the Nascent Soul stage in his senior year of high school.
They were two years apart in age, but their cultivation levels were the same.
The pre-exam period, the "nascent stage" of academic achievement, naturally carries high value.
Yu Quanjing had never fought against a cultivator as talented as Wan Qiziye before.
As soon as Wanqi Ziye unleashed his pupil technique, Yu Quanjing knew he was no match for him.
Seeing the molten lava flowing from Wanqi Ziye's eyes, she immediately turned to leave.
Shortly after, Yu Quanjing felt a sense of suffocation.
She stood rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch.
From his skin to his internal organs, Yu Quanjing sensed that his body temperature was constantly rising, and under the extreme heat, his organs would gradually stop functioning.
This feeling is so familiar; Yu Quanjing had experienced it not long ago as well.
That is the extreme high temperature caused by uncontrolled temperature.
The early signs of heatstroke told Yu Quanjing that if he didn't take further action, he would easily die here...
Jiang He slightly turned the sword in her hand, and looked at the person who had returned, her expression returning to calm.
The spiritual energy in his hand was mostly depleted and could not be restored in a short time. He kept turning the prayer beads in his hand, waiting for the moment when Jiang He's thoughts would become rusty before throwing the prayer beads out.
Jiang He didn't have a strong sense of morality. Normally, she might have to use all her skills to beat Kong Ji, but now that Kong Ji's golden cage couldn't be released, and she had fewer moves to be wary of, Jiang He became even bolder.
She struck Kong Ji's elbow with her longsword, and as she turned to the side, the angle of the sword shifted slightly, the tip no longer pointing at his arm but at the Buddhist prayer beads in Kong Ji's hand.
The black iron sword was inserted straight into the gap of the Buddhist beads.
Kongji flipped his wrist and escaped along the direction of Jiang He's longsword, still holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads firmly in his hand.
Jiang He pursed her lips tightly, and suddenly a spirit sword appeared in her left hand. With the wind spirit energy surrounding her, the spirit sword moved extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the Buddhist beads in Kong Ji's hand broke and rolled to the ground.
The prayer beads were a one-time-use ritual implement brought in by Kongji. There were two strings in total. One string had already been used last time, and the other string was the round bead that fell to the ground.
Amid the explosion, Kong Ji was about to take cover when a pair of icy hands suddenly touched his neck.
Jiang He grabbed Kong Jicibai's neck with both hands, and stepped on his foot with her other foot.
The imprisoned Kong Ji's face was gloomy: "Jiang He, let go."
Jiang He remained silent, her composure terrifying. She knew about the explosion of the Buddhist beads, but she didn't know whether the explosion would result in mutual destruction or her death first.
The sword in Jiang He's hand had long since fallen to the ground.
"madman."
Kongji muttered a curse under his breath, and the flames from the explosion quickly engulfed the two of them.
The surrounding cultivators looked at the two people standing within the blast radius with surprise.
When the smoke cleared, Jiang He and Kong Ji were still in the same spot, both barely clinging to life.
Despite having no healthy flesh on her body and experiencing excruciating pain in every part of her body, Jiang He's brain was constantly releasing endorphins due to the stimulation from the explosion.
She stared intently at the emptiness, her limbs still resting on the empty neck. Jiang He quickly rotated her wrist.
She didn't die; he was the one who died.
The empty, fragile neck was snapped in an instant, and Jiang He put down the empty corpse and stood up shakily.
In the distance, Zhong Liyu struck Li Songcheng's zither with a blow, making Li Songcheng so angry he almost jumped up:
"You're not just a sound engineer, why are you using a sword? If you're so capable, why don't you compete with me in playing the zither?"
"What the hell are you comparing? Who the hell is a sound cultivator? I'm a sword cultivator."
Zhong Liyu dodged and struck again with his sword, still aiming at Li Songcheng's zither strings.
If the sword is the lifeblood of a sword cultivator, then the zither is the lifeblood of a music cultivator.
Li Songcheng quickly put the zither into his backpack. The music faded away, and the various buffs he had applied also disappeared.
He looked at the cultivator before him; Zhong Liyu's androgynous face, coupled with his rough voice, left Li Songcheng utterly speechless.
"??? You're not a music cultivator? I clearly remember that the magical weapon you're holding is an erhu."
Magical artifacts are divided into ordinary magical artifacts and spiritual artifacts. Spiritual artifacts possess a spirit, have their own thoughts, and are at least of the high grade.
"What's it to you? It's none of your business."
Zhong Liyu didn't want to say more; sound editing and such were things of the past.
The cultivators from Lingqing Academy have already started fighting against the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. As long as they can restrain these Nascent Soul cultivators from Lingqing Academy, the other cultivators will be able to reap another wave of kills.
Holding on to this thought, Yu Quanjing fiercely wiped the blood from his lips.