Chapter 367: Purgatory: Unparalleled
Deng Yuxiang dragged his long night-killing broadsword and strode through the forest, getting faster and faster.

Judging from the situation, it seems that they want to skip all the red tape and start a war directly?
In the center of the venue far away, Liao Wushuang naturally sensed the young woman's overwhelming fighting spirit.

"Hmph." Liao Wushuang sneered.

The ring-handled sword stuck in the snow suddenly flew up, and the handle fell accurately into the palm of its owner.

Deng Yuxiang was full of vigor, her high ponytail almost flying horizontally, and she stepped out of the snowy forest.

Liao Wushuang pointed the knife at Deng Yuxiang, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and the ring-handled knife made a buzzing sound.

At this moment, the two sides met eyes.

They understood each other's meaning from each other's eyes.

war?
war!
Amidst waves of exclamations, the two sides started a life-and-death battle without a single word of conversation!
"Don't you want to say hello or say something?"

"What else is there to say? It's a life-and-death battle."

"Yes! One is to break through the obstacles ahead, and the other is to stick to his own path. These two Jiangjing masters may have no grudges before, but they must be mortal enemies now!"

"Aren't they trying to seize the Divine Weapon Domain? How did it fall into someone's hands?"

"You are still too young! We in the Beifeng sect rely on the sword to cultivate and advance."

"Which of the truly powerful Beifeng disciples doesn't have the unity of body and sword, the unity of mind and sword, and ultimately the unity of man and sword?"

"In this battle, one of the swords on either side will break! Think about it, what will be the consequences for the loser?"

"Hiss" the young North Wind believer took a breath of cold air.

When I turned around to look at the battlefield again, I saw a strong wind sweeping in.

Deng Yuxiang had just fought his way out of the snowy forest and had advanced only twenty or thirty meters when, just as he was reaching his full potential, a tornado suddenly arose out of nowhere.

In the center of the venue, Liao Wushuang had a cold expression on his face and stretched out one hand.

Waves of energy surged in her palms.

The North Wind Divine Technique: Howling North Wind!
When the North Wind disciples sparred, the unspoken rules prohibited them from using tornadoes.

Of course, this is a fight to the death, there are no such bullshit rules.

Liao Wushuang's attitude remains the same as always: even if an eagle hunts a rabbit, it will use all its strength!

Do you want to be in a good position?

Do you want to do it in one go?
You are dreaming!
Just like in the past few months, Liao Wushuang had challenged Deng Yuxiang three times!
In the sparring match, she seemed to be showing mercy.

But the act of suppression was done with all one’s strength.

She severely tortured this up-and-coming man who coveted the "kingdom".

She trampled on and crushed the opponent's ambitions again and again!
Or, from Liao Wushuang's perspective, what someone harbors is not ambition, but wolfish ambition!

As a senior with a distinguished identity and high status, should Liao Wushuang do this?
That's what she did.

A person's personality and living environment are different, so the choices he makes will naturally be different.

Liao Wushuang was born in the mid-1970s. During her childhood, she experienced the initial stage of the advent of gods and demons.

It was a chaotic era that later generations could not imagine.

That was a dark age when millions of people were displaced and struggling to survive.

In order to survive,
People do whatever it takes.

The so-called life creed is deepened again and again in the process of competing for food and competing for survival opportunities.

At the age of seventeen, Liao Wushuang was fortunately blessed by God.

Strictly speaking, her talent and qualifications are not enough.

But in that era when the gods were in urgent need of believers and resources to consolidate their rule, she was fortunate enough to join the North Wind camp.

However, what awaits her is the same fate as most of the North Wind's followers.

The fate of cannon fodder.

She was assigned to a veritable death squad, entering the devil's cave under the feet of the gods and going to the front line to "fill the holes."

As everyone knows, the devil's cave under the feet of the gods themselves is managed by the gods' subordinates and disciples of the sects.

In this regard,

Staying alive is still Liao Wushuang's life creed.

It has not changed due to the change of identity.

She went from lingering on among the dead in the human world to struggling and eking out a miserable life in a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses deep in the devil's cave.

But she survived.

Climbed out alive again and again.

This is a choice of will and a favor of fate.

The war on earth gradually subsided.

The flames of war deep in the devil's cave will never end.

During the endless years of war, on the battlefields of life and death, Liao Wushuang understood a truth:
胜，
Just live!
defeat,
Just die!
This is an equal sign concept.

I want to live.

I want to live!

I will definitely live!

so.
"call!!"

Tornadoes came one after another, rolling up the frost and snow on the ground and turning them into terrifying snow tornadoes.

Deng Yuxiang was surrounded by wind and waves as she quickly moved back and forth, dodging again and again.

The accumulated momentum was abruptly interrupted.

While dodging in a panic, in the gap between two snow tornadoes, Deng Yuxiang's bright and beautiful eyes met Liao Wushuang's fierce eyes.

The two sides looked at each other.

Liao Wushuang was filled with murderous intent!
A young junior, twenty-two years old, third level in Jiang realm!
This is a well-deserved genius of the human race, possessing terrifying talents far beyond those of ordinary believers!
Deng Yuxiang, a proud and bright young person, is extremely enviable and even makes people jealous.

In the future, Deng Yuxiang will definitely be someone I look up to!

So in this battle, she must die!

Just smash the Zan Ye sword?

Do not!
A knife, in the final analysis, is cultivated by the person who wields it.

The Zan Ye broadsword can be broken three times, ten times, or even a hundred times!

As long as Deng Yuxiang is still here, as long as her spirit is still here, as long as she is still proud and moving forward
Then maybe one day, she will come to him holding the next Zan Ye sword.

Will she spare my life then?

Maybe will.

Maybe not.

How could I possibly gamble?
How could I possibly put my life in her hands?

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh"

Liao Wushuang swung his hand fiercely, and 16 wind blades stabbed straight forward.

At the same time, the wind and waves were surging all around.

Liao Wushuang's feet were entangled with wind, and he quickly rushed into the distance. As expected, a tornado spun out, rolling up the snow on the ground and turning it into a terrifying snow tornado.

The hearing of the North Wind followers was far superior to that of ordinary people, and they all heard the sound of weapons clashing.

16 wind knives, like an overwhelming force, sprayed towards Deng Yuxiang.

There were another 16 wind blades coming towards them.

Point to point!
Amid the sounds of "ding-dong-dong", snow tornadoes spread out across the field.

The battle between the mighty ones in Jiang Territory was indeed earth-shattering.

Frost and snow were dancing all over the sky, and strong winds were raging on the battlefield.

People outside the field could not see clearly what was happening on the battlefield.

Deng Yutang clenched his fists.

The layers of wind and snow that rushed into the forest even made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

He tried hard to see something clearly, but to no avail.

Bai Manni covered her face with one hand. She could do nothing except praying silently in her heart.

Not to mention the Red Scarf believers and the Spellcaster believers, even the North Wind believers who were watching the fight on the sidelines were mostly unable to judge the movements of the two human mighty men.

The North Wind Magic: Listening to the Wind's Song can indeed listen to the sound of the wind.

However, the battlefield was too chaotic and the amount of information was too complex. Unless one was truly powerful, it was indeed difficult to lock onto the positions of both sides.

Lu Ran is locked!
He doesn't have the ability to listen to the wind of the North Wind School, but he has the evil knowledge of the Evil Dog Clan!

"Quickly!"

Lu Ran stood at the edge of the snowy forest with a solemn expression.

Since the beginning, his heart has gradually fallen to the bottom.

Liao Wushuang is indeed a soldier who was tempered in the war from the depths of the devil's cave!
The ordinary human believers all fought their way out during the fifteenth nights and during the city defense missions.

The difference is obvious!

What a sharp knife, what a cruel man.

After such a long time, there was not a single unnecessary movement.

They are all vital points, and every move can kill!
"Crack!"

Lu Ran tilted his head slightly and listened hard.

The two engaged in close combat.

The sound that just came out was probably the sound of a cut on the blade.

Lu Ran's expression changed slightly.

Big nightmare, can’t fight it head-on!
The opponent's ring-handled sword is of a higher grade than the Zanye sword.

In the snowy forest far away, Hu Jiaojiao looked unbearable.

As a powerful person in Jiang Realm, she naturally heard some of it.

"Grandpa, why do you think Yuxiang is unwilling to surrender?" Hu Jiaojiao asked in a low voice.

Next to her stood a tall old man.

Although he has white hair, he is in good spirits and has an extremely powerful aura.

If Lu Ran saw this old man, he would probably regard him as a domineering and heavy Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

The old man closed his eyes, with no expression on his face, and said calmly: "Jiaojiao, there is a kind of people in this world.

I would rather die than surrender."

Hu Jiaojiao had a complicated expression on her face. She opened her mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly looked up.

Just from this one action, you can tell how strong or weak people are.

The vast majority of Beifeng disciples who were watching the battle did not react at all.

Lu Ran, who looked up at the first moment, saw two figures fighting fiercely in the sky.

"Ding! Ding! Ding"

Frost and snow filled the battlefield and were gradually falling to the ground, but the sky was clear.

The two North Wind masters flew in the air as if they were walking on flat ground, and gradually a delicate balance was formed on the battlefield.

Thirty-two wind blades, divided into two groups.

One group besieged Liao Wushuang, and another group surrounded and killed Deng Yuxiang.

Deng Yuxiang held the Zhan Ye broadsword in both hands, which was wrapped in thick divine power, and opened and closed it vigorously, splitting the surrounding wind blades.

Liao Wushuang held the ring-handled sword in one hand, his movements were extremely simple and his attack was extremely swift.

Lu Ran opened his eyes wide!
Such a simple knife.

What an efficient killing!
Liao Wushuang easily handled the crisis on the path ahead with absolute crushing power and flew straight towards Deng Yuxiang!

Behind her, there was a group of wind blades chasing her.

Liao Wushuang doesn't care!
The ring-handled knife in her hand was buzzing and vibrating, leaving a long knife mark from the tip of the knife.

The North Wind Divine Art: The Remnant Wind Mark!
This method is known as the best single-target killing skill under the River Grade!

Although Jiang Pin Can Fenghen cannot be the number one, he is definitely in the first echelon!
"Come on, young man."

Liao Wushuang's voice was hoarse, and it sent chills down one's spine.

Her white hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a pair of eyes full of murderous intent.

Deng Yuxiang's eyes narrowed!
You can never defeat him!
She didn't care about anything else and just raised two fingers, and a tornado bloomed in the air in front of her.

At the same time, Deng Yuxiang fell rapidly diagonally downward.

"Ding! Ding! Ding"

"Crack!"

In just a moment, Deng Yuxiang, who was forced to change his tactics and cast spells, was stabbed by four wind knives in the waist, abdomen, back, shoulders and neck.

The North Wind School's Broken Wind Armor she was wearing shattered with a loud bang.

It doesn’t matter, Deng Yuxiang still has the universal technique of human believers: Water Flow Armor.

But the problem was that the incredibly powerful Jiang Pin Wind Blade, while stabbing and slashing Deng Yuxiang, also interfered with her flying speed and direction.

"call!!"

A tornado suddenly arose and engulfed Deng Yuxiang's slender figure.

Liao Wushuang firmly seized the fleeting opportunity!

Get involved and pierce the storm with a knife.

Her voice became increasingly eerie and hoarse, as if tens of thousands of dead souls were within her body, speaking with her:
"Come on, young man!"

This road of life is destined to be filled with bones.

I have lived for more than forty years.

Lord Beifeng threw me into the devil's cave, and I stumbled and struggled for nearly thirty years.
They die.

I am alive!

(End of this chapter)