Chapter Seven Hundred and Sixty-Two: Fierce Battle

h a deep, yellowish light. Its weight surged severalfold, forcibly suppressing the ghostly flames as it slowly descended.A dull thunderous boom echoed where the ghostfire met the Earth-Shaking Monumen...He suspected that Qin Sang was involved in the secrets of the ancient divine platform and believed that other forces were hiding behind him, causing him to be cautious and wanting to investigate the truth.

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After learning that everything was a misunderstanding, the young man became carefree and took a step forward.

'Sizzle...'

The ground suddenly cracked, starting from beneath the young man's feet. A fissure spread with terrifying speed toward Qin Sang's direction.

The fissure glowed with an emerald light, and a green vine grew rapidly inside, as thick as a python. It seemed to be targeting the two-headed hound rather than Qin Sang!

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The two-headed hellhound arched its body, lowered its head and let out a ferocious roar, staring intently at the crack.

"Boom!"

The vine burst from the crevice with a 'whoosh', and Qin Sang only saw a flash of green before it shot towards the two-headed hound.

The two-headed hound's fur stood on end. Without hesitation, it unleashed its Shadow Splitting Technique, its figure flickering and instantly dividing into several figures that charged in all directions.

Unbeknownst to him, the vine suddenly whipped around, splitting into several branches from its apex. They moved with the agility of a serpent, swift as lightning.

'Plop plop plop...'

The phantom of the two-headed hound was entangled by vines and shattered, but its true form successfully dodged the vines and escaped.

The vine relentlessly pursues, its hunt still ongoing.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared, severing the vines.

Qin Sang dodged with the two-headed hound, retreating together. His ebony sword flew like a dragon, cutting through the vines. He didn't stop there, rushing into the crack and effortlessly severing several sections of vines, pulling them out by the roots.

But Qin Sang not only had no joy, but his heart tightened instead.

The power of the vines could startle a two-headed dog to use its shadow clone technique for evasion. It's impossible for it to be so easily severed unless the youth did it on purpose.

At this point, Qin Sang's heart felt a surge of warning. His gaze sharpened, noticing the young man standing motionless in the distance seemed unusual. He didn't hesitate and urged the Jiulong Tianlian Talisman to activate.

The giant serpent coiled around Qin Sang's body, and his whole being was enveloped by the dragon spirit. His speed surged instantly, disappearing from his original spot and reappearing several meters away.

Just as Qin Sang vanished, the ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded, and a green light shot into the sky.

The Greenlight Core is a bizarrely shaped spirit sword. Its body resembles a gray sword carved from old tree bark, its surface rough and uneven, yet radiating a vibrant green light that symbolizes burgeoning life.

The Ash Sword appeared without any warning, lurking beneath the ground before erupting suddenly.

If Qin Sang were still there at this moment, he would probably have been split in half by the gray sword.

The young man let out a surprised cry, staring at Qin Sang with some astonishment. "It seems your escape technique is stronger than I imagined, but it's still not enough!"

Before the words left his mouth, the young man swiftly cast several seals. His grey sword trembled, emitting a low, resonant sword cry. The green light it emanated became even more dazzling and intense.

As the green light intensified, the form of the gray sword gradually dissipated until it vanished completely.

On the barren ground, surprisingly, grass and small trees grew.

In an instant, the space around Qin Sang transformed from a purple mist wasteland into a green wilderness.

Of course, these are all illusions.

The body of the Gray Sword disappeared, concealed within the wilderness. However, every blade of grass and every sword in the wild emitted sword energy, perhaps a manifestation of the Gray Sword, making it impossible to guard against.

If the Sky-Eye Butterfly had already completed its third metamorphosis, Qin Sang could easily see through these illusions. At this time, however, he could only prepare for battle.

This illusory realm, composed solely of sword qi, actually has many flaws. It is more showy than substantial. Unless the user possesses extremely high skill in the sword way, alas, Qin Sang and the young man's cultivation levels differ too greatly. Unable to overcome cunning with brute force, Qin Sang was restricted by the young man.

The vegetation grew wildly, compressing his activity space.

Qin Sang knew she couldn't just sit back and wait for death. Pointing at the ebony sword, she didn't order it to return and save her, but instead commanded it to strike straight at the young man's true body.

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At the same time, Qin Sang took out a scroll, tossed it lightly, and flying flowers and falling leaves rustled down, perfectly complementing the surrounding scenery of grass and trees.

Qin Sang's figure flickered, then vanished into thin air.

He was able to perfectly blend into the illusionary realm through his scrolls and hide in the most dangerous places precisely because, like the young man, he majored in wood-element spiritual energy.

The young man's vision showed no sign of Qin Sang. He couldn't feel Qin Sang's presence even within the illusion of sword energy. Realizing he had overplayed his hand, he roared angrily, "Blast!"

'Boom!'

The entire sword qi illusion shattered at once, as if the genuine grass and trees were revealing their true nature. However, they were merely illusions, fracturing into countless shards like a mirror.

These fragments converged swiftly, coalescing into the form of a gray sword.

As the illusion shattered, the scroll was struck, petals trembling in the disturbance. Qin Sang's true form also revealed itself, his gray sword quivering before slashing towards Qin Sang's nape.

Sensing the rapidly approaching gray sword, Qin Sang felt a chill run down his spine and could only dodge again.

From the start of their fight, he has been almost completely outmatched by the youth. All he can do is parry and counter, daring not to directly confront him. The gap in their realms has been thoroughly exposed.

If you don't know how to break the deadlock, you will only be worn down by the youth.

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Qin Sang and the grey sword weaved around each other, the ebony sword already flying toward the young man's face, while the two-headed dog seized the opportunity to charge at him as well.

The youth's carefree expression froze for a moment when the rumble of thunder echoed through the air.

"Sword Qi and Thunderous Sound..."

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The ebony sword flashed like lightning, piercing straight for the young man's throat. The young man reacted with incredible speed, stomping his foot and leaping backward. At the same time, he swung his arm, striking a golden light from his palm.

The essence of the golden light was a gold ring, originally only the size of a ring. After being struck out by the youth, the gold ring rapidly grew larger, comparable to the size of a bracelet, and then spun rapidly, heading straight for the ebony sword as if it were going to encircle it.

“Another mid-grade magic treasure!”

Qin Sang's face darkened slightly. The gray sword wielded by the young man just now should be his natal spirit sword. Given his cultivation level, it wouldn't be surprising for him to refine his natal magic treasure to the level of a mid-grade magic treasure.

But casually taking out a mid-grade magic treasure, this person was indeed difficult to deal with.

Uncertain of the abilities of the Golden Ring Relic, Qin Sang dared not let it come into contact with the Ebony Sword. With a change in his incantation, he hastily used his sword light splitting divine ability.

As the golden light descended, the ebony sword came to a sudden halt before abruptly splitting in two.

In his youth, he was careless. The golden ring only covered the sword light, and the black wood sword's blade plunged straight in.

"Sword light divides!"

The young man exclaimed in astonishment, his face contorting with envy and jealousy.

He had immersed himself in kendo for many years, yet he was unable to grasp the principle of sword light splitting. Qin Sang's split sword light, though only a single strand, remained an insurmountable gulf for him.

Although surprised, the young man was not flustered. The difference in strength between them could not be bridged by a single sword technique.

The ebony sword was within reach.

The two-headed hound also realized this was an opportunity. It widened its erect pupils, exerted all its strength, and unleashed a whirlwind of wind blades that swept out in a raging storm.

The two clashed, and unexpectedly it was the young man who first found himself trapped by the烏木劍 and the雙頭犼.

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