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Chapter 572: Victory after Victory

In an instant, a black shadow swooped down from the sky like lightning. It was the mysterious bird. A strange light surrounded its body, and its sharp beak and claws flashed with cold light. With a fierce momentum, it rushed straight towards Pu Chuang. The bird was extremely fast, and it whistled sharply, like a sharp blade cutting through the sky.

Pu Chuang heard Ling Ye's shout, and his heart tightened. He looked up and saw the spirit bird rushing towards him, and a trace of panic flashed across his face. He hastily waved the Ice Soul Sword, trying to resist the attack of the spirit bird, but at this time his moves were a little messy, and he seemed to be unable to resist.

Lingye took advantage of the moment when Pu Chuang was distracted, and the Chixiao Sword in his hand suddenly burst into a stronger flame, and the flames rolled and swept towards Pu Chuang. Lingque and Lingye's attacks coordinated with each other, forming a powerful offensive. Lingque flexibly shuttled between the cold light of the Bingpo Sword, constantly looking for Pu Chuang's flaws, and each attack carried a fatal threat.

Under the dual attack of Lingque and Lingye, Pu Chuang gradually couldn't hold on. Many parts of his body were scratched by Lingque's claws. The coldness of Bingpo Sword was suppressed by the flames of Chixiao Sword and became weaker and weaker. Fear and despair appeared in his eyes, his body began to tremble slightly, and his steps became staggering.

Ling Ye got ready, his aura was calm and restrained. His moves were both hard and soft. When he threw a punch, it was powerful and full of momentum, but he cleverly avoided Pu Chuang's fatal weakness; when he finished, his movements were clean and neat, without any delay, showing the gentleman's demeanor.

Every time he exerts force, it is just right, without any abuse of brute force, demonstrating his precise control of strength and self-restraint.

Ling Ye seized the opportunity and used his unique skill "Blue Abyss Destroying the World". He did not use his full strength in this move, just to defeat the enemy, not to kill him.

A powerful blue light burst out from his hand, like a surging blue torrent, sweeping towards Pu Chuang.

Pu Chuang was terrified and wanted to dodge but it was too late. He tried his best to use his last trump card "Smoke and Haze Covering the Sun" to try to resist Ling Ye's attack.

However, his resistance seemed so weak in the face of Lingye's powerful offensive.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the light dissipated, and Pu Chuang fell to the ground, dying.

Ling Ye stood there, looking at the loser in front of him. There was no mercy in his eyes, but in his heart he was happy for this victory of justice.

Suddenly, a spirit bird swooped down from the sky like black lightning, its sharp cry piercing the tense air. At this moment, Ling Ye shouted loudly, and the Chixiao Sword, wrapped in rolling heat waves, stabbed towards Pu Chuang with the force of a prairie fire. Wherever the sword passed, the air seemed to be ignited. Pu Chuang's face was stern, and he quickly held up the Bingpo Sword to resist. In an instant, the Bingpo Sword burst out with a dazzling blue light, and built an indestructible ice shield in front of him.

"Boom!" The Chixiao Sword and Bingpo Sword collided violently, and the power of ice and fire exploded in the air, making a deafening roar. Circles of strong air waves spread wildly around the collision point. The nearby trees were hit hard by the powerful air waves and shook violently. The branches and leaves rustled and kept falling. Some small trees with shallow roots were even uprooted and spun in the air.

In this moment of chaos, the spirit bird landed lightly on Lingye's shoulder. Its small claws clasped Lingye's clothes tightly. It tilted its head, and its smart eyes watched the fierce battlefield in front of it with curiosity and vigilance.

Ling Ye felt the weight of the spirit bird and tilted his head slightly. A hint of tenderness flashed across his cold eyes, but it was fleeting and he immediately returned to his cold expression.

Then, Ling Ye suddenly pulled back the Chixiao Sword. The flame on the sword burned even more vigorously after the collision just now. He tapped the ground lightly and attacked Pu Chuang again like an arrow.

Pu Chuang was not willing to be outdone. He gritted his teeth and swung the Bingpo Sword in his hand tightly. Countless sharp ice spikes shot out from the sword, like a group of deadly hidden weapons, flying towards Ling Ye.

Ling Ye was agile and nimble. He dodged flexibly while waving the Chixiao Sword to block. The ice spikes and flames kept colliding. For a moment, ice chips and sparks flew everywhere, flashing a strange and dangerous light in the air.

In front of Lingye's wooden house, the disordered spiritual power was like a violent undercurrent, surging and roaring wildly, causing the surrounding air to distort and deform, making a "sizzling" sound.

The dense spiritual mist filled the air, like a heavy curtain, shrouding everything in a hazy haze. After Liu Miao was moved to the lush and leafy Lingqi Tree, the leaves of the Lingqi Tree flickered with a strange glimmer, like countless vigilant eyes, trembling slightly, as if conveying uneasiness. She was breathing rapidly, her chest heaving violently, her eyes fixed on the direction of the battlefield, her expression solemn, and the crazy light of spiritual power reflected in her eyes.

She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her pounding heart. She subconsciously clenched her hands, using her knuckles to exert force. Fine beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, but even so, her slightly trembling shoulders still revealed the turmoil in her heart.

The soft spiritual grass under her feet gently rubbed her ankles, as if to comfort her. Liu Miao looked down and saw the spiritual grass swaying slightly with the fluctuation of spiritual power, as if telling of danger. She took a deep breath, regained her rationality, and realized that she couldn't panic at this moment.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes sharply, with a flash of determination in them.

He stood up suddenly, and the movement created a strong wind that blew the branches and leaves of the Lingqi tree.

She strode towards the battlefield, and with every step she took, the spiritual herbs on the ground trembled, as if trembling with fear for her arrival.

Her hair fluttered in the wind, her clothes rustled, and she looked like a fearless warrior heading to the battlefield.

"Pu Chuang!" Liu Miao spoke, his voice low but full of spiritual power, instantly penetrating the noise of the fierce battle, "As the Grand Master of Xiuyanxu, you don't know the secret of the Dark Feather Crow?"

At this time, Pu Chuang was fighting fiercely with Ling Ye.

The Ice Soul Sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and every time he swung it, it brought up a biting icy mist.

Hearing Liu Miao's voice, Pu Chuang's body suddenly paused, and the hand holding the Bingpo Sword tightened unconsciously, and a tiny crack quietly spread on the sword.

In an instant, that bloody past flashed through Pu Chuang's mind like a sharp lightning. In the rain, Qin Yi blocked the knife for him, and his back was exposed without any defense. At the critical moment of life and death, he instinctively dodged sideways. There was a dull sound of the blade entering the flesh, and Qin Yi looked back in disbelief, his eyes like a thorn in his back. But Pu Chuang only paused for a moment, then disappeared into the rain, leaving Qin Yi's screams behind him.

Pu Chuang's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if he was disturbed by the memory that broke in for no reason. He closed his eyes fiercely, and when he opened them again, there was only the usual coldness and indifference in his eyes.

In the dim secret room, Li Ying tapped the table quickly with his fingers and said in a low voice: "Now that the spiritual object has appeared in the world, we have to act quickly." Xuan Fang stroked his beard, his eyes vicious: "Yes, we can't let others get ahead." Pu Chuang sneered, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "What are you afraid of, with our means, this spiritual object will be in our pocket sooner or later." The three of them looked at each other and smiled knowingly, their smiles hiding greed and calculation that others could not understand.

Just as the smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth, a cold wind blew from somewhere, and the candlelight flickered. Pu Chuang's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if he was swept into an indescribable vortex of emotions by the wind, but the emotion was fleeting, so fast that others could not catch it at all.

His eyes dimmed instantly, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and slid across his bronze cheeks.

Seeing this, Liu Miao's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he took the opportunity to chase after it: "Look at this Dark Feather Crow. Everyone knows that it feeds on carrion and is a symbol of bad luck. The ruthless Greedy Clan all look disgusted when they mention it, and practitioners with a little knowledge will even stay away from it. Why is it entangled with you alone?"

At this moment, the Dark Feathered Crow let out a shrill cry, vibrated its pair of black wings that emitted a rancid smell, and used its hook-like claws to grab Pu Chuang's shoulders tightly. Its sharp toenails pierced through his clothes and embedded into his flesh, leaving a trail of blood. Pu Chuang's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to shake the Dark Feathered Crow off his shoulder. But as soon as his hand touched the feathers of the Dark Feathered Crow, the bird turned its head fiercely and pecked at the back of his hand with its sharp beak, instantly leaving several bloody wounds, and blood dripped onto the ground.