Chapter 189 Murong Qiushui
The Sword of Killing Heaven glowed in his hand, and every swing was accompanied by the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. Chu Tianjiao, with his icy sword, confronted it head-on, vowing to protect the peace of this world.
The wind gently blew away the tension in the air, leaving only a faint red afterimage.
Whoosh! Shangguan Jiannan used the remaining force of the two swords to retreat violently, like a fallen leaf swept by a strong wind. Although he was light, he could not hide the shock in his heart.
Although Chu Tianjiao's casual attack was not his full strength, it made his chest feel like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and his blood was churning and difficult to calm down.
Shangguan Jiannan did not dare to slack off at all. He fled at an even faster speed, secretly groaning in his heart: "The difference in strength is simply heaven and earth!" He recalled the previous battle with Guo Polu. The wonder of the two swords combined gave him a glimmer of confidence, but facing Chu Tianjiao, all of this seemed to have come to nothing.
Chu Tianjiao's face turned red with anger, his handsome features twisted, he growled, his voice as cold as ice, piercing the air: "Boy, do you think you can escape from me in the late Sword King realm? Too naive!" After that, he stretched out his body, like an arrow from a bow, and chased after Shangguan Jiannan, vowing to bring this provocateur to justice.
"Escape, escape, escape!" Shangguan Jiannan's heart was filled with alarm bells. He knew that he was in a desperate situation and could only rely on the Shadow Escape Technique as his last straw. His body turned into a stream of light and shuttled through the woods in an attempt to escape the pursuit of the god of death.
However, Chu Tianjiao was faster, and the distance between them was constantly getting closer, as if the web of fate had quietly tightened.
At this critical moment, a clear and pleasant laughter suddenly rang out, like the sound of nature, breaking the tense atmosphere.
"Haha, this kid is really not simple to make Brother Chu so angry."
As the words fell, the purple veil fluttered, and a graceful woman descended like a fairy, instantly appearing between the two of them and cutting off Chu Tianjiao's attack.
The appearance of Murong Qiu Shui made Chu Tianjiao's face instantly gloomy.
He swept his eyes fiercely over the woman, then turned to Shangguan Jiannan in the distance, his tone filled with unquestionable determination: "I can let the matter of the underground palace go, but I must kill this kid!" Although his voice was cold, he could not hide the unwillingness and anger in his heart, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Shangguan Jiannan was full of murderous intent.
Thinking back to Guo Polu's previous proposal, Chu Tianjiao felt a pang of regret.
He originally thought that a Sword King level guy would be easy to capture, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult, and he even got seriously injured.
At this moment, the murderous intent in his heart became even stronger, and he vowed to settle this feud with his own hands.
The appearance of Murong Qiu Shui undoubtedly added some variables to this chase.
She smiled gently, as if she didn't care about the dispute, but her arrival undoubtedly bought Shangguan Jiannan a moment of respite.
As for where things will go next, perhaps only the wind can tell.
Chu Tianjiao was burning with rage. The humiliation of being severely injured by a Sword King Realm expert made him swear to take revenge.
Especially when he learned that the dark red sword was actually a ground-level secret treasure, he became more determined to get rid of Shangguan Jiannan.
Recalling the sharpness and power of the sword, even though there was a huge gap in realm between them, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression and was secretly amazed in his heart.
At this moment, when his eyes fell on the long sword in Shangguan Jiannan's hand again, Chu Tianjiao's eyes flashed with an even hotter light, as if to burn all obstacles ashes.
At this moment, Murong Qiushui's appearance made Chu Tianjiao feel even more complicated. He frowned, his face was as cold as ice, and he thought to himself, "What a trouble."
Murong Qiu Shui tried to comfort him softly, but stood firmly in front of Shangguan Jiannan, obviously wanting to protect him with all her might.
The air around seemed to be frozen and extremely cold.
When Shangguan Jiannan saw this sudden change, his face changed drastically, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart. He hurriedly urged: "Hurry, run!" He knew very well that Chu Tianjiao's strength was unfathomable, and even himself in his prime would find it difficult to match him, not to mention that he was now at the end of his strength.
However, how could Chu Tianjiao let him go so easily? He suddenly jumped up and punched Murong Qiushui, who was closest to him. At the same time, he drew his sword, and a flash of cold light pierced the sky, pointing directly at Shangguan Jiannan.
A deafening roar broke out in the air, ripples spread out, and the scene was thrilling.
"Chu Tianjiao!" Murong Qiu Shui exclaimed, but the sword light was approaching like lightning. Although she tried her best to deal with it, she still felt powerless.
Swoosh! The sword light was like a dragon, cutting through the sky and heading straight for Shangguan Jiannan.
Chu Tianjiao's sword drew a perfect arc in the air, and it was so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze everything.
The distance between the two was rapidly shortening, and the cold light on the tip of the sword flickered, as if it could penetrate Shangguan Jiannan's body in the next moment.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and everyone's eyes were focused on the tips of the swords that were about to collide.
A life-and-death battle reached its climax at this moment.
In an instant, Shangguan Jiannan's body suddenly stiffened, and an indescribable chill quietly spread from somewhere behind him, like the coldest wind in winter, carrying a faint silver light, silently eroding the air around him.
The chill seemed to freeze time, causing Shangguan Jiannan to have an ominous premonition: "Could it be that the sharp tip of the sword has quietly reached my back?" Turning around, he saw that the skin on his back had turned strangely pale, as if it had been caressed by the first snow, and it was bone-chillingly cold.
The humming of the sword was like the roar of an ancient beast, which hurt his eardrums and made the blood in his body seem to solidify due to the extreme cold.
At this critical moment, the white light behind him suddenly condensed and turned into a crystal clear ice cone, pointing straight to the sky, like a poisonous snake ready to attack, which was frightening.
Chu Tianjiao's sword also reached its speed limit at this moment, but just one second before it was about to hit the target, it trembled incredibly, its trajectory shifted, and he missed the opportunity.
Shangguan Jiannan took the opportunity, twisted his body as flexibly as a loach, and rolled on the ground, cleverly avoiding the fatal blow.
Chu Tianjiao, who was far away, had a solemn expression on his face, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
He moved his wrist slightly, and the sword drew a graceful arc in the air. Then he chased Shangguan Jiannan again with even greater speed.
"Chu Tianjiao, you underestimate me!" The crisp and cold words, like a clear spring in winter, contained a power that should not be underestimated. It penetrated the air and struck people's hearts.
Murong Qiu Shui was seen with a light figure, quickly forming seals with his hands, and a suffocatingly strong cold suddenly erupted, instantly filling the entire space, as if even the air was frozen and everything was quiet.