coobybook Chapter 344: Enough with the useless chapters!
Chapter 344: Enough with the useless chapters!
"I'd rather die than see you die; you must die today."
Yan Chengxue looked at the several sharp wind blades flying towards her and spoke sharply:
"Activate the formation!"
Yan Chengxue retreated quickly, the small array flag in her hand flying out and breaking through Lin Shuang's defenses, landing at the feet of the giant blue python.
The intricate array unfolded beneath Lin Shuang's feet like a kaleidoscope. Before the woman could react, a dark green figure appeared directly in front of her, raising his hand to grab Lin Shuang's exposed neck.
The woman instantly raised her hand, and six wind blades transformed into a small shield in front of her. Behind the pale blue wind blades, Lin Shuang saw a mask that only revealed one eye.
There is also a blood-red eye.
"A puppet!" Lin Shuang murmured to herself.
The Azure Puppet Mother's fingernails gleamed with an eerie blue hue, slicing through the wind shield like sharp blades and leaving a gruesome bloodstain on Lin Shuang's neck.
Lin Shuang retreated a dozen steps to the edge of the formation. A blue oil-paper umbrella appeared in the woman's hand at some point, with a lifelike blue snake painted on it.
Lin Shuang slowly straightened up, touched the wound on her neck, and her sharp gaze passed over the tall puppet blocking her way, landing on the red-clad figure that had appeared out of nowhere.
Wu Yijun had a faint smile on his lips, like a camellia quietly blooming in the night. On his slender white fingers were buttons for pulling puppet strings, with silver puppet strings hanging from them, tugging at the tall woman.
With a flick of his fingertips, Lin Shuang drew blood.
Lin Shuang held up her umbrella and looked at Wu Yijun, her beautiful features serene.
The night began to grow damp, and the dark clouds in the sky completely blocked out the starlight.
A damp, cold autumn rain began to fall, and through the gradually thickening curtain of rain, Lin Shuang's voice carried a faint sigh:
"I retract what I said earlier. In the current situation in the lower realm, the two of you are undoubtedly the best."
"However, Lin and you two are ultimately on different paths and cannot work together."
Xue Lan, who was chasing Lin Xunfan within the great formation, heard Lin Shuang's words and seized the opportunity to speak:
"Fellow Daoist is truly interesting. Here you are talking about mutual appreciation, but those who walk different paths cannot make plans together."
Xue Lan dodged a sword strike from behind Lin Xunfan, her voice still tinged with laughter:
"They're still going to kill me!"
Yan Chengxue, who had recently hidden in the shadows manipulating the formation, couldn't help but send a telepathic message to Xue Lan, the sarcasm in it obvious:
"They were talking about me and Junjun, what's it to you?"
Xue Lan: "I'm quite willing to help others. You're my friends. If you're accidentally turned by this person and they try to kill me, where will I go to cry?"
Xue Lan's words were not only meant for Yan Chengxue, but she also copied them for Wu Yijun.
Wu Yijun couldn't help but laugh when he heard Master Xue's absurd reasoning.
The woman looked at Lin Shuang and slowly spoke through the autumn rain:
"Fellow Daoist, you've misunderstood. If you want to kill my friend, then we'll be locked in a life-or-death struggle."
"We children in the lower realm still prefer to play with our childhood friends!"
Upon hearing this, Xue Lan immediately stood up, her invisible ears perking up.
She was now brimming with power and felt she could still dribble around Lin Xunfan seven or eight times inside the formation.
But playing like this is pointless. It's time to end it.
"boom!"
After a fierce collision, a scorching wave of air rippled out from the center of the formation, and Xue Lan knew that Wu Yijun had clashed with his opponent again.
It's about time she stopped.
Lin Xunfan was chasing after Xue Lan when he suddenly saw the person suspended in mid-air, motionless.
The moment Xue Lan turned around, the blue light that had been chasing her finally got close to her and was about to pierce through her.
In a battle between immortals, the outcome can change in an instant.
Just as the blue light was about to injure Xue Lan, Lin Xunfan saw a jet-black blade of light fly out from the man's sleeve, carrying unparalleled killing intent, directly deflecting the blue light.
The young man was horrified as he stared at the thing that had suddenly appeared.
It was a long, black sword with a gleaming blade.
Xue Lan slowly raised her hand and grasped the hilt of the black longsword, a cold killing intent appearing in her pale eyes.
"I was thinking of playing with you a bit more, but it seems your older sister is quite difficult to deal with now."
Xue Lan held his sword horizontally in front of him, his voice filled with icy killing intent:
“Fellow Daoist Lin, in Xue Lan’s opinion, you should stay in the Upper Realm and never come down.”
"But there are always some people in this world who are tired of living!"
Lin Xunfan didn't take Xue Lan's words to heart. The young man slowly drew his long sword, his eyes filled with resentment.
"In your opinion, they are nothing more than ants from the lower realm."
Xue Lan sighed deeply, her voice as soft as a light rain falling obliquely.
"Xue Lan, I've already wasted enough time talking to you today."
A piece of trash whose mind is in turmoil should be discarded after playing around to this extent.
Xue Lan held a long, black sword in his hand. The blade reflected a bright silver light on the woman's face in the night, as if slicing her gentle features in two.
The lower half of his lips was slightly upturned, making it appear as if he was smiling.
The upper half of his eyes was a deep blue, cold as ice... Wait, deep blue!
A sudden surge of fear welled up inside him, like an overwhelming ocean. The unease that had always plagued Lin Xunfan resurfaced and gripped his heart once more.
It was more serious and more intense than ever before! The hand holding the sword was frozen and unable to move, and the spiritual energy in the body could not flow.
Lin Xunfan suddenly snapped back to reality and found himself shivering involuntarily.
Those deep blue eyes...
That's not Xue Lan, that's definitely not Xue Lan.
Who is that?
Who is it?!
"what!"
The blade flashed, carving a dazzling crescent moon, and the youth's arm fell directly to the ground. The longsword trembled twice on the ground.
With this one strike, Xue Lan ended Lin Xunfan's chance to wield the sword for the rest of his life.
The young man clutched his arm and knelt directly in front of Xue Lan. His elegant clothes were stained with mud from the ground.
As if driven mad, the young man spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Who are you? Who are you?"
"You're not Xue Lan! You're not..."
……
Xue Lan enjoys the feeling of looking down on others.
I also enjoy the feeling of shattering the mindset of the privileged.
The woman slowly bent down to look at Lin Xunfan, then raised her hand and brought down the knife.
A long line of blood splattered up, and Xue Lan heard the sound of something hitting the ground.
The woman spoke softly:
"A piece of trash abandoned by his own family is asking far too many questions!"