Travel To The World Of Ca Li
The Pressure That Strangles
Time was like freezing in the air by bringing a sharp gloom. The two tough men who each had great strength in their hands were seen throwing cold glances at each other.
Xiu Qixuan could feel a strong pressure that was so suffocating. Meeting one that is difficult to handle alone has made his head dizzy. And now, being in between these two people at one time can make him die out of breath.
After all, why did Xia Qian Che come? Xiu Qixuan could still deal with the cloaked demon man if it did not get any interference. Look, now that Mozi has already unleashed the power of his aura.
Although Xia Qian Che's internal strength became one of the strongest in the Ca Li Mainland, but, still, he was just an ordinary human without having the slightest bit of aura power.
'Fring...' Xia Qian Che was about to step forward by taking out the sword from its sheath. However, his movements instantly came to a halt when a person's tapered fingers hooked so tightly on his wrist.
"Don't!" Xiu Qixuan's jolt put on a serious facial expression with a twinkle of firmness, as if it could imply the word. Don't do it, you're not enough!
With a slight bow of face to stare at the figure of the petite girl, Xia Qian Che furrowed his brows, "Why? Don't you trust Zhen's ability?" His question was full of dislike.
Xia Qian Che could not see the flow of aura with the reddish fire lava color that was enveloped in black clouds from within Mozi's body. But, Xiu Qixuan was able to see clearly with the help of life aura power.
It seemed that Mozi had lost control of such a large part of his power if he had been overcome with an outburst of emotion. Previously, the man was able to control and hide the circulation of demonic aura power in the pulse stream with manipulation tricks.
"Your Majesty, you better bring the Prince and the Princess back. They were waiting at a famous restaurant near the road. Don't mind this is my business. Go!" His calm voice carried a sharp firmness.
Xia Qian Che paused for a moment to stare intensely at Xiu Qixuan full of powerful probing shingles.
Then he lowered his head to get closer to Xiu Qixuan's earlobe and slowly his lips hooked up to whisper in his low baritone voice, "You're worrying about zhen." It is not a question but an absolute statement.
Before Xiu Qixuan could react or retaliate, their interaction came to a halt when, 'Boomm..' From the opposite direction a wisp of blackish red light shot out to blast their bodies.
Silent.
Beneath the puff of smoke soaring high with the whirling wind, slowly looks Xiu Qixuan and Xia Qian Che who were coughing at the end of the road in a messy condition.
Xia Qian Che clenched the slender body of the beautiful girl tightly which was soft. They managed to avoid the attack thanks to his reflex motion which reacted faster.
It was indeed not in vain his identity as the ruler of the north because Xia Qian Che did indeed have the feasibility of such a high position.
On the other hand, Mozi clenched his hands with his nails firmly planted in the palm releasing a stream of fresh blood from the skin of his torn flesh. The look on his face grew increasingly dark with his teeth that were bluffing full of outbursts of anger.
The corner of his tail glanced sharply full of sneers at Xia Qian Che's arm that was draped on the slender waist belonging to the figure of the girl who would soon become his toy. Yes, he just wants to play around with the girl, he doesn't like the bugs that bully along with his toys!
Mozi's body gasped as Xiu Qixuan raised her face to look back at him with a piercingly cold gaze.
Without saying anything more, Xiu Qixuan released Xia Qian Che's close hook then rushed quickly to step up. One of his hands raised, 'Sring..' His Xue Yue sword trembled in a grasp and emitted a dazzling light.
"Devil Zi.." His sharp voice implied ferocity. "I don't know what you really want. But, you're too noisy to bother!" His touch.
"How dare you—," Mozi growled with a breath of hunting full of emotion.
A sneer immediately formed behind the mysterious robe, his two eyes flashed red, his devil-faced black sword vibrating showing such a strong killing intent. "I've never given anyone this much of a chance." His voice sounded like a sneer of regret for already making such a foolish decision.
"Then I won't hesitate anymore!" In a blink of an eye Mozi's body was already right in front of Xiu Qixuan with his sword drawn sharply.
The murderous desire that radiated strongly made the atmosphere around them so terrifying.
'Tours..' Xiu Qixuan cut off the attack with an unexpected reflex motion. The girl could not hide her surprise as Mozi looked like a demon crawling out of hell.
Mozi's sword ability so hypnotize opponents with sharp accuracy, firmly and precisely target the condition of vital organs without throwing or giving a chance.
For these few years Xiu Qixuan had already been able to judge the origin of a person by their sword ability. Because each area of power has a difference.
The southern regions fought with wider and larger swings that almost hypnotized their opponents. Meanwhile, the Northern Region was fighting with great reckoning which paid attention to the efficiency of moving less.
Sima Junke who fought with assertiveness without limited motion to corner the opponent. Xia Qian Che who fought full of cunning and stratagem in one deadly attack.
Whereas Mozi was so different, this man had a quite strange fusion, as if he was indeed born to break the laws of the heavens. His attack movements were boundless but filled with sharp calculations.
Some time passed with a fierce fight full of killing intent. Xiu Qixuan looked increasingly weakened and the fatigue cut through the attack, his breathing already hunting intensely with cold sweat flooding his body.
The emitting demonic aura was so suffocating to death that he did not neutralize it with the aura of life.
He had never seen such a powerful aura. After all he had to successfully escape the crisis to immediately go home and ask Baijin Hu and Lao Yong.
Xiu Qixuan moved at the speed of manipulation to deceive the motion of the attack. Useful enough to avoid a blow but useless to deliver a crushing blow because Mozi was so sensitive.
"Hey, enough playing!" Mozi's touch was full of disrespect. The man had already lost his fighting interest from getting tired of seeing Xiu Qixuan repeatedly jump over to dodge attacks like a hunted rabbit.
Mozi intended to end the fight with a light gust of wind as his steps spun sharply.
'Singer..' Xiu Qixuan was silent stiffly glancing at a glance at the sturdy hand that grasped the cold sharp object that was already above the skin of his neck.
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