Capítulo 1056: Chapter 829: To Stand Beside You, I Would Die Without Regret
At this moment, neither Mu Fan nor Lu Qingxue expected the Night Ghost’s momentum would double once again.
Now shrouded beneath the black and white skeletal armor, the Night Ghost truly resembled a zombie skeleton.
The Night Ghost’s cruel gaze skipped over Mu Fan, then settled on the coolly majestic Lu Qingxue, extending a scarlet tongue to lick the corner of its mouth.
“Ready to enjoy the gluttonous feast of slaughter? Cackling…”
The Night Ghost’s hands hung at its sides, instantly enveloped by black fog.
Its eyes were crimson like a ghost.
Then the whole figure stepped on the treetops, carrying dreadful might, and slowly took a step forward.
“How is it?”
Mu Fan stepped forward to stand in front of Lu Qingxue, holding the Dark Gold Short Stick horizontally across his chest.
As for the code case, he had already casually tossed it aside on the ground.
Seeing Mu Fan protect her with his body, a mysterious glimmer flashed in Lu Qingxue’s cold yet captivating eyes.
Then she firmly shook her head and put down her hand.
The Snow Building Sword swirled into a beautiful sword flower as she stepped ahead to stand shoulder to shoulder with Mu Fan.
The distinct side profile appeared in Mu Fan’s view.
Lu Qingxue’s look was unwavering, merely positioning the Snow Building Sword vertically in front, slowly slanting, her fingers brushing along the sword spine.
In Mu Fan’s Spiritual Perception, Lu Qingxue’s Flame of Fighting Will soared up at this moment.
It was a coldness and sharpness that had been compressed to the extreme.
“The Swordsmanship Heart advances relentlessly.”
“Though fierce clashes may seem hellish, further progress brings ultimate bliss.”
“In this battle, one stands unyielding; fighting alongside you, I am fearless of death…unregretful.”
The simple yet profound words were imbued with a unique coolness that belonged to the Valkyrie, reaching straightforwardly into one’s heart.
At this moment, Lu Qingxue’s left hand finally brushed up to the sword tip.
Crack crack crack crack… Amidst a dense sound, frost spread all over the entire sword blade.
At this moment, her cold eyes held neither joy nor sorrow.
From start to finish, the Valkyrie from Ding Chuan hadn’t glanced once at her shoulder wound.
…
“Tsk tsk, this kind of emotion, why does it excite me even more when I look at it.”
“That kid, I’ll make you watch as I slowly drain her of her lifeblood…”
Already the third step was taken…
The Night Ghost’s body instantly shattered into a circle of airwaves!
Vanishing without a trace!
Only seeing two black shadows crisscross fiercely in the air.
The short stick in Mu Fan’s hand spun so fast it became a blur, suddenly thrusting to his side.
Redemption First Stage—Fanatic Cutting.
A spark exploded instantly…
And on Lu Qingxue’s side!
Sword Move Heavy Rain—Wind Blowing Willow!
A brilliant, snow-like sword light soared beside her.
At this moment, countless metallic collisions rang out.
Moreover, the attack on Lu Qingxue’s side was several times more dense!
“Hmm?”
A distant sound of surprise rang in his ears, and the pressure beside Mu Fan was instantly gone.
His mercenary outfit behind him again had a long mark drawn out, but Mu Fan’s body, already iron-hardened this time…
Underneath three claw marks, no blood seeped out.
The terrifying muscle defense evidently surprised the Night Ghost somewhat.
But before the Night Ghost retreated, a shadow suddenly emerged, then a fist rose high.
A punch struck out, crashing down with a boom!
A circle of airwaves exploded, Mu Fan grunted as he braced against the heavy hit, his body skidding straight backward nearly three meters!
A heart-jolting indentation, black and purple, spread across his back.
“Then, it’s your turn!”
A shadow instantly invaded Lu Qingxue’s surroundings, shattered by the sword aura like dense rain and slender willows.
The black and white skeletal armor shattered in front of Lu Qingxue and reformed behind her.
Its claws crossed in front.
The Snow Building Sword closely against his back, outlining that stunningly beautiful curve.
“Heh heh.” The Night Ghost’s sinister laugh lightly echoed.
Mu Fan’s gaze was icy as his right foot stomped heavily, a dirt wave over two meters in diameter crumbling towards the surroundings, his legs rapidly vibrated as the whole person abruptly shot forward at three times the previous speed.
Six Forms·Charging Step.
A punch violently hit the Night Ghost’s back.
That ghostly grin froze on his face, then shattered into a sky of black mist…
“Heh heh…”
However, within the eerie laughter, the black mist at a distant treetop once again coalesced into form.
“The scent of a virgin, always so intoxicating…”
A scarlet tongue licked the fingers.
Elegantly turning around, the Night Ghost, wrapped in black and white skeletal armor, laughed neurotically with cruel excitement.
And at that moment.
Lu Qingxue, with her sword on her back facing away from the Night Ghost, suddenly trembled slightly.
From the mercenary clothing on her back seeped… crisscrossing rows of blood marks!
The Snow Building Sword blocked only that crossing point…
In the piercing chill wind, the light red blood with a slight transparency silently solidified.
Lu Qingxue simply clenched her teeth and then turned around as if nothing had happened.
Her clear, captivating gaze looking ahead, “His attacks on me, immunity.”
Mu Fan looked at her but said nothing.
Just standing up, step by step, he walked to Lu Qingxue, standing firm again, leaving only a strong back for the Valkyrie.
Arms spread wide like a cross.
At this moment, Mu Fan was once again protecting Lu Qingxue in front of him.
A man, after all, should stand at the forefront.
“Tsk tsk, it seems the feelings are very deep.”
The Night Ghost scratched his chin, speaking earnestly, “Or should I kill you first?”
Suddenly his laughter was eerily sinister like a night owl, and amidst twisted sounds, his body spread into an attacking black mist!
“This time, I shall go!”
“…Don’t move.”
Mu Fan left Lu Qingxue with one last sentence, his whole person like ready-to-launch in a hundred-meter race posture, hands supporting the ground.
All muscles trembled at this moment, suddenly like a missile blasting forth.
The fierce wind blew Lu Qingxue’s delicate black hair backward and lifted the veil covering her face.
Sharp white chin, cherry lips tightly pressed.
In Lu Qingxue’s view, Mu Fan’s raging figure collided fiercely with the descending black mist.
Countless clanging sounds erupted, countless sparks flew!
Mu Fan penetrated straight through the black mist, paying no heed to the shallow white scratches on his arms from claws.
His body, already steeled.
Before exhausting his strength…
He would not feel any pain!
Boom!
Rebounding on the sturdy trunk, the whole giant tree trembled violently as Mu Fan reversed direction into the air.
Fire burst among the black mist.
Mu Fan was like a meteor being struck down.
Hands supporting the ground, battling once more!
At this moment, Lu Qingxue stood alone, watching Mu Fan just ten meters in front, fighting desperately like an untiring beast.
The most striking was the back of Mu Fan, already shredded beyond recognition by claw marks!
One strip, one string, his back no longer had any intact spot.
Her gaze lowered, looked at the bracelet on her wrist that seemed jade but not jade.
[Snow Spirit] If present, how could she let Mu Fan suffer so many wounds.
But even if not here, how could she let Mu Fan face it alone!
Lu Qingxue’s gaze turned ice-cold again.
Right hand gripped the Snow Building Sword tightly, stepping forward in a flowing spin.
And just then…
Bang!
A wave burst vertically in the sky.
The black shadow flew back to the nearby treetop, recomposing into a body.
The voice of the Night Ghost carried a hint of panting, gaze ruthless.
“What a tireless fellow… If I hadn’t seen your blood before, I might’ve thought you were Iron Head.”
And Mu Fan, again kneeling three meters before Lu Qingxue, looked up at the treetop, eyes sinister.
“Hey… If you’re capable, kill me.”
He supported himself with one hand on the ground, using his left to fetch a fiery red fruit from his waist, stuffing it into his mouth, chomping vehemently.
“Mu Fan.”
The black voice was unusually cold, abruptly sounded.