The Psychic Girl

Chapter 142 The Man on the Tower

"Get out of the way! I don't have time to waste with you today!"

Seeing Mu Ye taking off the mask on his face, Qing Liu finally remembered this enemy who had fought with him several times but he couldn't beat him.

"You want to leave now? It's not that easy!"

How could Mu Ye miss the opportunity to compete with him? Seeing Qing Liu's anxious expression, he was secretly delighted and immediately drew the sword from his waist. The blade pointed directly in front of Qing Liu.

"Xuan Yang Sword" is ranked tenth in the "Fengwuzhi" weapon ranking. It is forged with the Jingyang Stone from the ten thousand year old spiritual stone vein. The entire sword body is full of pure Yang energy. It is the only sword with light attribute among all swords.

Looking at Ye Lianxi who was still in the water dungeon, Qing Liu felt anxious. He was so close to her, yet she was out of reach for him.

With a cold snort, Qing Liu's eyes turned cold, and in an instant he grasped a sword handle surrounded by a proud aura.

"Xu Shang Sword", ranked ninth in the weapons list of Fengwuzhi, was a spiritual weapon forged by the sword formation master Xu He with the flesh and blood of his first wife. When the blade is unsheathed, it will injure people and draw blood. However, it had one exception, and it was the only time, when Qing Liu first met Ye Lianxi.

"Don't push me! Do you really think you can beat me?"

One is number nine, the other is number ten. Even the weapons they use are so similar. It’s no wonder that these two people become enemies.

"How will you know if you don't try!"

As soon as Mu Ye finished speaking, the other party had already taken the initiative to deflect the sword that was pointing at him.

As he shouted, a silver light flashed, and the scarlet-red Xu Shang sword trembled and made a sound.

The crisp sound of swords colliding rang in my ears. The two swords, one red and one yellow, collided with each other, and spiritual energy burst out.

Stab! Slash! Cut! Hit!

Qing Liu's movements were swift and decisive. Every move he made was a fatal attack that did not give the opponent a moment to breathe. But although his moves were formidable, he was no longer as steady and calm as usual, just like the reckless boy he was in his youth.

Shocked by the opponent's unprecedented fierce attack, Mu Ye was dumbfounded for a moment and could only defend himself. However, this also aroused his competitive spirit and made Mu Ye realize that Qing Liu had never used his full strength in previous fights.

Once the two men started fighting, the men around them naturally became busy too. They immediately drew their swords and joined the fierce battle between the two sides.

"Oh no! It's... it's An!!

Run! Run! Run! "

In the already crowded stands, many people were accidentally injured and fell to the ground by the spiritual power and fierce sword energy as the fight continued to spread.

The air was filled with the smell of blood. The people in the stands were in a panic and were running away in all directions, eager to leave this dangerous place.

Although the guards at the auction city wanted to stop it, they were powerless and could not control the situation.

No one could have imagined that the auction, which should have been a lively one, would suddenly become a chaotic and violent arena.

The out-of-control situation that could only occur when top-level items appeared was unexpected by the auctioneer, who was usually only responsible for the simple opening of the auction. You know, the items he was responsible for tonight were just a few female slaves!

“Is it really ‘dark’?”

They came to Yancheng? !

This, this is the territory of our Phantom Clan!

Quick, go find the Ninth Master!"

The An and Phantom tribes have always had grudges against each other, but the two sides have never invaded each other's territory, and what kind of people are these who dare to fight with An?

Faced with such an extremely uncontrollable situation, the first person the auctioneer thought of was the manager of the underground auction city, the Phantom King's son - the Ninth Prince.

Although he is the manager of the auction city, the Ninth Young Master rarely comes to Yancheng, where the climate is dry and windy. But today, he happens to be in Yancheng.

In fact, it was not just him. The young descendants of various tribes and families in some powerful forces on the mainland all came to Yancheng in the desert one after another within half a month, as if they had made an appointment. On the surface, it seemed like a coincidence, but in fact it was intentional...

In the dark midnight, on a high tower in the center of Yancheng, a man stood with his back to a half-human-length witchcraft puppet, holding a jade-faced folding fan. Unlike during the day when he would block out the sunlight, he tore open the tin cloth that blocked the sun, looked down at the brightly lit town outside through the round window lattice in front of him.

In the desert, the temperature difference is drastic, especially at night, when it gets colder. But facing the cold wind blowing from the window, he did not wrap his scarlet robe tightly, but untied it instead, lowered his eyes, and through the light outside the window, he was shocked to find that his seemingly young and strong body was covered with traces of broken pieces that flickered red, as if the body was torn into pieces and put together again.

This was a sequela of not being able to shed his skin properly and evolve. Over the past hundred years, facing the pursuit of the Three Heads and An, it was not easy for Fang Jueqi to find a safe and hidden place on this continent where he could stay for a year. Shedding his skin would be his weakest time, but his whereabouts were discovered several times and he was almost caught.

He was still staring outside intently. As far as his eyes could see outside the window, beyond the distant Yancheng, the softly undulating dark grey sand dunes appeared tranquil and mysterious under the dim moonlight, revealing a kind of eternal and lonely beauty.

Fang Jueqi, who always had a high opinion of himself and was convinced that he could defeat aging and death, never regretted the reasons that led to his current state, and never regretted what he had done in Yanjiabao, even though he was in such a miserable state now.

The pleasure of killing that girl with his own hands, taking her heart out of her body, and watching the pain on the face of the person who loved her. Even now, Fang Jueqi's hands tremble with excitement when he thinks of it.

In Fang Jueqi's eyes, love is supposed to be full of hypocrisy, suspicion, deception and betrayal. He hates and detests all the sincere emotions expressed between lives. The more sincere they are, the more he hates them. The more he hates them, the more he wants to destroy, tear them apart and destroy them!

“You know why I love this desert in the Igneous Region?”

Because it is pure, the less life there is, the cleaner it is! There is no false adulteration.

Greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love, desire, and hatred, life is so hypocritical! Only time is eternal..."

He seemed to be talking to himself, or to the puppet behind him.

"Hehehe! Our ancestors were right! Then when can I have my own body?

Alive! I want a living body! More flexible! A body with warmth and touch!

I want it! I want it now!

ah!!!"

The witchcraft puppet behind him let out a strange giggle, and then became emotional and turned it into a shrill, crazy scream.