C4 Consecutive Fighting

"It's too late to leave now!"

A sneer came from the air as two green figures flew through the air and landed on the open space in front of the thatched cottage.

"Senior Ming Chen's skills are superior. He really did discover two more demonic cultivators after he spared that demonic cultivator's cheap life. Tsk tsk, such a beauty is cultivating the demonic path. What a pity."

"It's a pity that all of them are insignificant characters, not worth several Demon Hunt Points. Junior Mingyu, why don't you give their heads to Senior so that Senior can make a breakthrough in the Demon Hunt Ranking."

"Senior brothers, please do as you wish. However, senior cannot have this witch alone."

The two chatted and laughed, as if Zhou Qing and the other two were meat on a chopping block, waiting to be slaughtered.

Zhou Qing looked at the family symbol on their clothes and his pupils constricted. No wonder they had chased him all the way here, they were the best scouts of the Lan family.

Lan Mingchen and Lan Mingyu carried magic mirrors on their bodies; they were obviously Demon Hunt Squad cultivators, and even more so, they wouldn't let a mage like Song Fugui go.

The two of them were both at the Soul Condensation stage, especially since Lan Mingchen's cultivation had already reached the middle stage of the Soul Formation stage. Zhou Qing's heart sank as she protected Song Zixuan, who had no cultivation.

Zi Xuan tightly gripped onto Zhou Qing's clothes. Under the lustful gazes of the two, her charming face turned deathly pale.

"They're not Devilish cultivators. Ahem …." I swear to the heavens, those two aren't Demonic cultivators! "Cough, cough …" Song Fugui anxiously vomited out a large amount of blood and shouted.

"Hahaha …" How can the oath of a demon be counted? " The two from the Lan family seemed to have heard the funniest joke and began to laugh. Their bodies were exuding a strong killing intent.

"Brat, quickly take Zi Xuan and leave!"

At this critical moment, Song Fu, without turning his head, took out the bone flute in his arms and shouted.

"A dying man dares to obstruct us!" Lan Mingchen sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

AHH!" This old man will fight it out with you!

Song Fugui's eyes looked like they were about to crack, he roared, and blew the bone flute, causing the ground to shake and the air to shake. Four black figures roared out from the ground, releasing a rotten smell.

"Soul Condensation ghoul!" Lan Mingchen's eyes lit up, revealing a pleasantly surprised expression. Such a powerful mage, his head should be worth a lot of Demon Hunter Points.

"Blue Orchid Sword!"

The Fine Steel Sword in Lan Mingchen's hand released a piercing blue light. The cold sword light was like a net that could not be broken as it stabbed into the neck of a corpse ghost.

The headless body of the headless body fell to the ground, and a large puddle of black liquid flowed out.

At the same time, the Junior Brother Lan Mingyu threw out three talismans and changed into three bolts of lightning in the sky, respectively striking the bodies of the other three corpse ghosts. Although they didn't die, they still instantly froze the movements of the three corpse ghosts.

The sword energy flipped over and in the blink of an eye, the other three zombies were also killed by the two swords.

Puff!

His eyes were wide open as he looked at Song Zixuan, his lips moving. He wanted to tell her the secret that had been hidden in his heart for so many years, but he had no time to say it out loud. His pupils gradually lost their light.

"Grandfather!" No! Don't leave me! " Song Zixuan cried out in sorrow, shaking off Zhou Qing as she threw herself into Song Fugui's arms, crying sorrowfully.

"Kill that brat first!" The two from the Lan Clan walked towards Zhou Qing, swords raised.

Zhou Qing's cultivation was only at the early stage of the Spirit Opening Stage, and Song Zixuan had no cultivation. She was completely unworthy of the Lan family's duo. Killing the two of them was as easy as crushing an ant.

"You deserve to die!"

Song Fugui had died miserably, and Song Zixuan was heartbroken. The veins on Zhou Qing's face bulged out, and the anger hidden in her heart for a long time had reached its peak.

He had always believed that the disciples of the immortal sects were filled with righteousness, and even after experiencing the great tribulation before, he believed that they were only a small number of bad people. But now, what had happened in front of him, Song Fugui never relied on the presence of Corpse Spirits to run amuck, and he only wanted to protect himself, but instead, these two disciples of the immortal sects killed the innocent, had lustful and selfish desires, how could this be done by the disciples of the immortal sects? This was the true path of evil!

Zhou Qing's hands quickly formed a seal, and a faint light flashed on his fingertips, creating a complex rune. A dim light flashed, and he inserted it into a corpse ghost's body, but that corpse ghost didn't move at all.

"The book can only control corpses and ghosts of the same level, it's too difficult to control ghosts beyond my level."

Zhou Qing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The curse immediately absorbed the blood essence, turning it into a blood-colored curse and entering the body of a corpse ghost.

To cultivators, every drop of blood essence was extremely precious. There were only a dozen or so drops of blood essence within the human body, but Zhou Qing was the lesser. Because his Dantian had been destroyed, his body only had five drops.

After losing a drop of blood essence, Zhou Qing immediately became listless. He did not care about the weakness of his body as he stared unblinkingly at the corpse ghost on the ground.

The ghost corpse clearly didn't have a head, but the moment the incantation entered its body, it strangely stood up straight.

Zhou Qing let out a sigh of relief and his hand quickly formed seals. The seals entered the zombie's body. Under Zhou Qing's control, the headless zombie flew toward Lan Mingyu like crazy.

"Senior Brother, help me!"

Lan Mingyu was shocked. A corpse ghost's weakness was its head; if it was beheaded, then it would die. However, this corpse ghost in front of him clearly didn't have a head, but it was still attacking him, instantly overturning everything Lan Mingyu knew.

"According to the ancestor's records, wherever the Divine Corpse Ancestor went, the Corpse Monsters would be killed. Could this be the case? "Junior brother, attack its legs!"

Lan Mingchen gave a startled shout as the magic sword in his hand hummed. One sword beam after another shot straight towards the corpse ghost's lower body.

Kacha Kacha …

With a strange sound, another headless corpse ghost jumped up and rushed towards Lan Mingchen like a ghost.

Lan Mingchen's pupils constricted as he noticed a strange light flashing on Zhou Qing's fingertip.

"It's that brat's fault, kill him!"

Lan Mingchen shouted, and once again fought with the two ghouls.

"Blue Orchid Sword!"

Lan Mingyu gave a long whistle, and the Fine Steel Sword seemed to transform into a cold and sinister water snake as it pierced towards Zhou Qing's forehead. Song Zixuan let out a frightened cry.

Zhou Qing lowered his body, dodging the longsword. Song Fugui's bone flute in his hand suddenly thrust out, its sharp bone blade aimed straight at Lan Mingyu's heart.

This was a battle of life and death. If he stabbed his opponent to death, he would also be injured. As a disciple of one of the Four Great Families, how could he be injured by a mere early stage spirit opening demonic cultivator?

Thinking of this, Lan Mingyu took a step back, dodged the bone spur, and attacked again.

Ordinary Spirit Opening Realm cultivators were not even qualified to fight with their lives in front of a Soul Condensation expert, but Zhou Qing was different. He had once been a Spirit Realm expert, and had eyes and experience that were extremely familiar with the Lan family's Blue Orchid Sword.

In just a few breaths, the two of them had already exchanged dozens of moves. Every time, Zhou Qing would rely on his rich combat experience to force Lan Mingyu's sword to retreat.

"Who the hell are you?"

The more he fought, the more shocked Lan Mingyu became. The opponent was so weak that he could collapse at any moment, but it was extremely difficult to kill. If it wasn't for Zhou Qing's Spiritual Energy being only at the Spirit Opening Realm, he might have even thought that he was fighting a cultivator of the same level.

"The person who killed you."

Zhou Qing kept on waving his bone flute to clash with the longsword, and he knew that this battle could not be delayed. Although the Spiritual Energy of his < Endless Spirit Curse > was four times that of an ordinary Spirit Opening cultivator, there was still a huge gap between him and a Soul Condensation cultivator.

On the other side, Lan Mingchen had already cut off the legs of a corpse ghost, leaving only a corpse ghost in front of him. It attacked ferociously without fear of death.

Zhou Qing thought to himself: "I must get rid of Lan Mingyu immediately."

The fifty-six whirlpools of spiritual energy in his body revolved crazily as spiritual energy endlessly poured into the bone flute.

With a twist of his body, he met the Fine Steel Sword. As the sword stabbed into his left shoulder, Zhou Qing kicked off the ground and shot up into the air, thrusting out with the bone flute.

Lan Mingyu's reaction was extremely fast. He immediately drew back his sword, but the sword was stuck in Zhou Qing's shoulder blade, and his expression immediately changed.

Puff!

The speed of the bone flute was extremely fast, fiercely piercing into Lan Mingyu's throat.

Lan Mingyu fell to the ground, blood coming out of his mouth, unable to get back up.

Zhou Qing spat out a large mouthful of blood, forcing himself not to fall down as he looked up at Lan Mingchen.

Mid Condensation Realm!

This would be his most difficult battle so far.

Killing intent surged in Lan Mingchen's eyes. He suddenly realized that he had underestimated the early stage Spirit Opening cultivator. Even with his cultivation, he wasn't able to see how an early stage Spirit Opening cultivator could control a headless corpse ghost.

This person must have a big secret on him!

"I've changed my mind. I won't let you die so easily. I want all the secrets on your body!"

Lan Mingchen's sword qi swept out, knocking back Corpse Demons and enveloping Zhou Qing with its sword shadows.

Boundless amounts of spiritual energy gathered at the tip of the sword, shooting straight towards Zhou Qing's dantian. The speed of the sword was so fast that it seemed to transform into an illusion.

"Pu ci!"

The sound of a sword piercing through flesh.

Lan Mingchen wasn't surprised. This was the essence of the Lan Family's sword art, and a Spirit Opening Realm cultivator was unavoidable. However, when he stabbed into Zhou Qing, he discovered that he had been tricked! This person did not have a dantian, so the place where the sword stabbed into was empty!

Zhou Qing's expression was indifferent, as if the sword did not pierce into his body. With a backhand strike, he struck Lan Mingchen's right hand that was holding the sword, and a dark light flashed in his palm.

"Is this the aura of death? How can you control the aura of death! "Damn it all! Damn it all!" Lan Mingchen screamed in horror, his voice also changing.

Zhou Qing staggered a bit, almost falling to the ground. He held on as he stared at Lan Mingchen, killing intent flickering in his eyes. He thought to himself, "Lan Mingchen must die. I can't let the Lan family find out. I can't let them have any hope of survival."

The Corpse Spirit once again rushed towards Lan Mingchen. Lan Mingchen was trembling, suppressing the death aura with all his might while fiercely fighting the Corpse Ghost, and his steps were a bit disordered.

Zhou Qing naturally would not let go of this perfect opportunity. He forcefully brought up a mouthful of spirit energy and the Fine Steel Sword in Lan Mingyu's hand exploded with a great power, stabbing towards Lan Mingchen.

"Thunderclap Sword Technique, how do you know the Zhou Family's Thunderclap Sword Technique?!" Lan Mingchen cried out in fear. This unfamiliar young man had truly shocked him. Fear gradually emerged in his heart as he was no longer obsessed with capturing Zhou Qing. Every move of his contained a fatal move.

The pitch black death aura was like a venom. The more Lan Mingchen used his cultivation base, the faster the death aura spread out along with his Qi and blood.