Chapter 193: It’s Snowing
Under the moonlight, a sword light shot out rapidly. The leopard and dragon fought, and the sword light that poured out like moonlight was actually blocked.
At this moment, everyone had the illusion that they could finally breathe. They looked inside through the dust and found that the two people inside seemed to be in a stalemate.
“This… that girl’s strength has not only reached the Battle King level, but that beast soldier actually didn’t fall into a disadvantage in the competition!”
Seeing this, Mr. Tusk’s masked face was somewhat stunned. He was extremely glad that he had not joined in.
A life-and-death battle at the Battle King level was not common or frequent in Florida. Once one reached the Battle King level, they usually had a certain status, so who would engage in a life-and-death battle on a whim?
And this kind of battle between swords and sabers gave people the illusion of returning to ancient times. It was a feeling that made one’s blood boil.
Watching the clash of swords and sabers at such close range, he even had the illusion that he would die without regret. This clash between the Frost Blade and the Thunder Saber was likely a rare sight in decades.
But was that sword really just one sword?
“Ch।” Although the sound of metal striking metal had just been heard, a smear of crimson bloomed on the Headmaster’s chest like a cold plum blossom in the snow, bizarre and dazzling.
Moon hidden in frost, a sword hidden within a sword.
This is the Crescent Moon Style!
With Su Jiu’s strength amplified, having two moons in parallel was not difficult.
“The Headmaster was hit by the sword?! What’s going on? Weren’t they evenly matched?” The Mr. Tusk with the mask’s eyes suddenly widened, a hint of inexplicable chill rising from the soles of his feet.
Before everyone could exclaim, the bald Headmaster spat a mouthful of blood, looking at Su Jiu with fear and uncertainty. He ignored the sword wound on his body, gritted his teeth, roared, and drew his saber again, slashing at Su Jiu—at this moment, an abnormal red light had already appeared in his eyes.
“Lucky enough.”
Facing the Headmaster’s counter-slash, Su Jiu smiled faintly. His short sword slid past the saber’s edge, he spun around, and using the force, kicked the saber body, sending it flying towards the sky with a “bang!”
Although the sword missed, the Frost Blade was adorned with specks of red ice crystals. The ice crystals fell in the wind, exceptionally beautiful.
“Damn it! You b*tch, die for me!”
The bald Headmaster looked at Su Jiu in the sky, his face becoming more and more ferocious. In the next moment, he roared and swung a huge slash from his Thunder Saber, which transformed into a black leopard’s shape and lunged at Su Jiu, cloaked in black lightning.
Su Jiu’s expression was as calm as an ancient well. The sword in his hand had already been gently waved, as if charging for something.
“E Huo, let’s let him…”
The short sword emitted a crisp sound like cicada wings, a soft hum, like a lone ancient boat in the vast misty waves.
“Ch!”
Then, the sword light bloomed. Under the night, a white light suddenly flickered, and in the next moment, a dragon’s roar sounded.
“Listen to the sound of frost.”
“Iaiburi!”
The sword light flashed out, and a phantom of a white dragon carrying frost roared and lunged at the phantom of the black leopard. The white dragon’s eyes held a hint of disdain. The moment they touched, a brilliant light erupted.
The white dragon seemed to possess some strange characteristic. With just a touch, the black leopard’s power rapidly weakened. In a short while, it was madly devoured by the white dragon.
The black arcs of electricity, under the white frost, had no resistance at all. They twisted like earthworms before ‘zizizi’ and fell silent.
Both being Level 1 Extraordinary Attributes, Su Jiu’s was stronger. This made the bald Headmaster’s eyes tremble as he looked at the dragon-shaped sword light that was charging.
He could not see the trajectory at all. No matter how frantically he shouted inwardly, it was useless, because he discovered that Su Jiu’s previous sword had already severed three of the eight main meridians in his body. The immense pain made him unable to escape, and he could only watch helplessly as the white dragon carried him into the sky.
As he was being carried into the sky, a metal box fell not far away. Su Jiu’s eyes narrowed, and he darted forward, catching it…
Around the battle, the onlookers were stunned as they looked at the frost dragon in the sky. Mr. Tusk with the mask suddenly felt a coolness on his face.
He looked up and saw snowflakes falling from the sky, piercingly cold!
Yun Xi glanced coldly at the piles of corpses, then at the vines that were secretly dragging away the corpses. Her crimson eyes were still indifferent.
“It’s snowing, it must be the frost dragon colliding with the clouds.”
As if sensing something, she held out her hands to cup a piece of frost, exhaled a white breath, snapped her fingers, and a rose umbrella made of blood qi appeared in her hand. She walked towards Su Jiu, who had already landed.
“Alright, VIIII II (Ling Jiu Ling Qi) are you okay?”
Su Jiu heard the sound and looked up slightly, only to see Yun Xi holding an umbrella behind him. She wore a gentle smile.
“It’s okay, I… phew, using Elegy twice in a day, my body can’t take it anymore.”
His tense expression immediately relaxed. He retracted the “Elegy,” and suddenly felt a wave of fatigue. With just a stumble, he fell into the embrace of the beautiful woman.
“Sleep.”
The red umbrella was gorgeous, the white frost was biting. The beautiful woman hummed a gentle song, but no one dared to step forward. Who knew if the red umbrella was blood or external qi?
“Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.”
“Between the salt water and the sea strand.”
…
White Eagle Harbor, at the ancient castle.
Deep in the night, moonlight poured down like water. The weather in July inexplicably turned cold.
Count Sam and his entourage were having dinner, not energy instant noodles, but food made from the flesh of advanced monsters after special cooking. He said to Viscount Andrew beside him,
“Viscount Andrew, how are the arrangements going? Is your alchemy equipment ready? This should be very simple for someone with a doctorate, right?”
Andrew, sitting in the second seat, flicked his hair and sent a piece of meat full of sauce to his red lips, smiling and saying, “Of course. If she wants to resurrect her sister, she will naturally approach the coffin. We just need to activate the alchemy equipment when she activates that resurrection formation…”
Andrew licked the sauce on his fork, his eyes full of confidence as he looked at the Count. He parted his red lips slightly and said,
“We can sacrifice her together. By then, let alone reaching the Marquis, even Duke will be within reach.”
“If it’s successful… there will be all sorts of rewards, and you can have both coffins.”
Count Sam nodded slightly, preparing to eat. He suddenly frowned as he saw the food start to steam, then turned his head sharply to look out the window, muttering, “Snow in July, what’s going on?”
On the second floor of the castle, in an empty guest room, there were no electronic devices.
Leaning against the headboard, Bairnis chewed on a magic crystal. She was like an old lady from the last century, holding a thick novel titled “Beast Love” in her hand. Under the lamplight, she read it word by word.
“Modern novels are indeed interesting, but once you sign a contract with a human, you, like me, will never be able to leave.”
She chuckled, gently caressed her butterfly hair clip, and suddenly sensed something. She looked up at the window.
She walked straight towards it, gently opening the curtain. A touch of frost white landed on her brow, cold and sharp.
“It’s snowing?”
