Seeing the stream of jade-green tea shooting toward her like an arrow, Gong Chenying still smashed her broken halberds down at Wang Lang, but her body had already twisted in the air, changing direction. The arrow-like stream of tea grazed past her side. Seeing this, a cold smile appeared on Wang Lang's lips. His giant sword had already met the broken halberds. With a muffled thud, Gong Chenying was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, a stream of blood shooting from her mouth. And after the arrow-like stream of tea had missed, it now strangely looped around and attacked the falling Gong Chenying from behind, as if she were crashing into the stream of tea herself.
"Just as I expected." Wang Lang gently waved the giant sword in his hand. In the clash just now, the girl's attack was more than ten percent weaker than before. It posed no threat to Wang Lang at all; it was all for show. But Wang Lang did not give her a chance. He still pressed forward, his plank-like giant sword chopping down directly like a great broadsword. At this moment, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
'So what if you're a body cultivator? I don't even need to use any immortal arts. I can just crush you with force.' Thinking that a Sword Cultivator had killed a body cultivator not with flying swords and immortal arts, but in such a brutal way, Wang Lang's mood improved greatly. All his previous anger seemed to have found an outlet.
As her body fell backward, Gong Chenying did not panic. Instead, as if she had been prepared, she slapped the storage bag at her waist, and a streak of light flashed and enveloped her—a "Ghost-Chariot Talisman." If Wang Lang had known that Gong Chenying had already given all three of her "Ghost-Chariot Talismans" to Li Yan, he would have been shocked and uncertain to see her take one out again. But how could he have known?
The moment the "Ghost-Chariot Talisman" enveloped Gong Chenying, a continuous "hissing" sound began. As the jade-green tea came into contact with the talisman, wisps of brown smoke rose. In this smoke, a lot of tea rust actually fell off, dropping to the ground and hitting the rocks with a "dinging" sound.
Just as the tea hit the outside of Gong Chenying's body, Wang Lang's figure once again approached like lightning. A patch of golden light flashed in the sky. The giant sword, like a giant blade that could cleave the heavens and earth, seemed to want to split the world as it slashed diagonally toward Gong Chenying's waist with a sharp whistle. The sword wind roiled the spiritual energy of this part of the sky. The weeds on the ground flew about, and the leaves and branches swayed wildly. Countless pieces of gravel from the ground shot up like waves crashing against the shore, making a "swishing" sound, cutting through countless leaves.
Gong Chenying's body was still falling. Seeing Wang Lang attack her previously injured waist and abdomen directly, she could only forcefully twist her body again in mid-air. Even with her tough physical body, she couldn't help but let out a sharp grunt, her face pale. She couldn't handle this sudden change of direction.
At the same time, she held her right broken halberd diagonally upward to meet Wang Lang's giant sword. And in a short moment, the Ghost-Chariot Talisman on her back had been corroded more than halfway and was about to disappear. And that stream of tea was also just about used up. This made her relax a little. That tea was too overpowering. It was clear that Wang Lang was also in a very bad state at this moment. After summoning the "Moon-Formed Shadow" and releasing this one stream of tea, he had not shot out another attack.
Just as she had guessed, Wang Lang's spiritual power was now entirely focused on the giant sword. He had no spare energy to continue using the "Moon-Formed Shadow" cup to attack. At the same time, he felt that the "Moon-Formed Shadow" cup had already completed its expected plan, cutting off Gong Chenying's retreat from behind.
Seeing Gong Chenying barely manage to dodge, with half a broken halberd blocking his giant sword, a fierce glint flashed in Wang Lang's eyes. 'You want to block it? You're dreaming!' he shouted in a low voice. Just as he was about to continue to exert force, his face suddenly changed drastically. He only felt an irresistible force coming from the body of the sword. Then, his chest felt tight, and his body was sent shooting backward. At the same time, a large amount of blood sprayed from his mouth, and he almost lost his grip on the giant sword in his hand.
Gong Chenying looked at the retreating Wang Lang, her figure following like a bolt of lightning. Her two broken halberds rained down on the retreating Wang Lang like a storm. She still kept her lips tightly sealed, but at this moment, every strike was powerful and heavy. There was no longer any sign of her previous weakness. Every time the unprepared Wang Lang blocked a blow, his body would tremble, and he would retreat even faster.
Gong Chenying felt some regret in her heart. 'I suddenly launched a surprise attack, but he still blocked it. It only made him spit blood and retreat, but it couldn't take his life. Is this the gap between a Pseudo-Core and a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator?' She had now recovered fifty percent of her spiritual power. A sudden counterattack with her spiritual power and her savage physical strength had not killed Wang Lang in one blow.
The retreating Wang Lang's eyes were crimson, his heart also in a state of confusion. 'This is impossible, impossible. She wasn't heavily injured at all. What kind of miracle pill did she take? Absolutely impossible. When I heavily injured her before, with her injuries compounding, she would have needed to recuperate for several months to recover.'
But for a time, he had been caught off guard by Gong Chenying and could only retreat again and again, trying to use the opportunity to dispel the force of her attack. As he retreated, although Wang Lang tried his best to avoid things like rocks and giant trees, he still overlooked the dark, oppressive shadow a dozen or so meters away. This was something he would never have thought of. He had only been careful to maintain a certain distance from the dark shadow on one side.
And just as Wang Lang was retreating and looking for an opportunity to turn the tables, a sudden change occurred. In the dark, oppressive shadow on one side behind him, a dark object suddenly shot out like a meteor, carrying a sharp glint as it stabbed straight for Wang Lang's back.
This sudden change was something Wang Lang would never have dreamed of. In his fight, he had prepared for all possible attacks, but he had never thought there would be a strike from that dark, oppressive shadow. There should be no living beings there at all. This attack came too suddenly, too bizarrely. Wang Lang had no defense at all. The distance was no more than ten meters. At this distance, even a third-level Qi Condensation cultivator would only need a single dash, and they would be there in the blink of an eye.
Amidst Gong Chenying's rain-like attacks, Wang Lang let out an extremely shrill scream. He was caught off guard, and a sharp weapon had been inserted into his back. After letting out a heaven-shaking scream, his body paused, and his right shoulder was pierced by a broken halberd that had taken advantage of the opening.
Amidst an even more shrill scream, Wang Lang's giant sword sent the broken halberd inserted in his right shoulder flying. With his other hand, he slapped his waist, and a red light fell into his mouth. His aura actually soared in an instant, his qi continuously climbing. He suddenly turned around, sending the object that was slowly piercing into his body flying backward. It fell back into the dark shadow. Wang Lang turned around and only saw an object being thrown into the dark shadow, but he didn't see clearly what it was. His whole body was covered in a great spiritual light. Amidst a painful shout, with a dripping sharp sword still stuck in his back, he fled, not even glancing at Gong Chenying behind him. He just fled for his life, his speed many times faster than when he had arrived.
Gong Chenying glanced at the fleeing Wang Lang, who was as fast as lightning, sighed, and then immediately shifted her gaze to the place where the object had fallen into the dark shadow just now. In her gaze, the dark, oppressive shadow on one side of the horizon churned for a moment, and then, amidst a series of coughs, a blurry figure walked out, hunched over. As he coughed, he said loudly, "Cough... took... took... cough... took a loss, cough cough... extremely... unlucky, this time I lost a magical artifact. That sword was a magical artifact... cough cough... cough."
The person who walked out of the dark shadow slowly became clearer. It was Li Yan, bent over and coughing continuously, with blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth. But before he could straighten up, a soft cry echoed here, followed by a light spit. "You... you... how could you be like this?" Gong Chenying had only seen a blur of the figure being sent flying back into the black tide by Wang Lang's instant shockwave, so she hadn't seen clearly.
After Wang Lang had left, although she had been mentally prepared, she was still extremely worried. Although she knew that Li Yan was not one to make empty boasts, she still stared at the large patch of churning, wave-like black tide until Li Yan reappeared, and only then did she let out a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, Gong Chenying's jade-like face was completely flushed, and she had already turned her head away.
Li Yan's internal organs had been injured by the rebound force. Although it wasn't too serious, his expression was also weak. At this moment, after he walked out of the dark shadow, his mind was filled with the thought of that one sword from among the hundreds of flying swords he had gotten from Miao Zhengyi. That was a magical artifact! Not a spirit artifact, nor a spirit treasure, but a magical artifact, much higher than them. Yet it had been taken away by Wang Lang. His heart was bleeding.
Suddenly hearing Gong Chenying's trembling, strange voice, he couldn't help but look up at the girl who had already turned her head away and dared not look at him. Then he looked down at himself in confusion. His face immediately turned extremely embarrassed. He was now completely naked. His dark skin could almost compete with that patch of dark shadow. But to appear like this in front of a young woman was truly shameless.
Li Yan quickly covered himself with his hands, not knowing which parts he had covered. He quickly shouted, "Throw my storage bag over!" He had given his storage bag to Gong Chenying earlier. Although his clothes were in the "Earthen Mark," he still endured the embarrassment and asked for his storage bag first, for fear of exposing the existence of the "Earthen Mark."
Gong Chenying was also in a flurry, fumbling at her waist and throwing all of Li Yan's dozens of storage bags behind her. Li Yan could clearly see the blood rushing to the tips of the girl's slender, jade-like fingers. He couldn't help but be extremely embarrassed. Before he had gone in, he had thought that the dark shadow could destroy everything and had given his storage bag to Gong Chenying. But when he came out just now, he had been so pained by the loss of the flying sword that he had forgotten that his clothes had been turned to ash the moment he entered the dark shadow.
'When I came out just now, I was bent over from the twisting pain in my abdomen from the rebound force. I wonder if I was covered.' Li Yan thought, his dark face burning.
A moment later, Li Yan looked ahead with a serious expression and gave a dry cough. "Ahem, that, ahem, that, Sixth Senior Sister, I'm ready." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Li Yan wanted to immediately slap himself. 'What do you mean, I'm ready?'
Sure enough, after hearing this, Gong Chenying actually subconsciously stomped her foot, a young girl's demeanor on full display. The red on her jade-like neck deepened, extremely alluring. This made Li Yan's mouth fall open, and something in his heart began to stir.
It was a long while before Gong Chenying slowly turned around. There was still a blush on her face. She carefully glanced and saw that Li Yan was already properly dressed, and only then did she relax. But her heart was still pounding wildly, like a small deer running about.
"Are... are... are you really okay?" the girl stood there gracefully, infinitely shy, and asked softly, biting her lower lip. But this voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, almost inaudible.
"Ahem, I'm fine. I was just hit by the rebound force. It's nothing serious," Li Yan stood there, his face red, constantly scratching his head, not knowing how to speak.
"Then... then let's go. I imagine Wang Lang won't be able to chase us now," Gong Chenying said in a low voice, one hand still holding the broken halberd, her long fingers constantly clenching and unclenching it, her knuckles already white. She had her head lowered, somewhat at a loss.
"Oh, okay, okay. He's been afflicted with the 'Maggot on the Bone' poison. It would be good if he can survive," Li Yan quickly replied after hearing this. Just like that, the two of them, one in front and one behind, got back on the White Jade Skiff. In a moment of silence, the White Jade Skiff whistled up and this time, flew straight for the center of the region.