Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 365 6 Treasure Secret Realm 19

The wind was howling and dust was filling the sky, as if the whole world was caught in a violent storm.

Jia Rannian held a ghost-head broadsword in his hand, and his posture was mighty, like an unshakable god of war. His tall body stood firm in the strong wind, and his yellow robe rustled in the wind.

His eyes revealed a cold and resolute look, a disregard for life and a persistence in victory. It seemed that everything in the world was insignificant in front of him, and only fighting and victory were his only pursuits.

On the other side, Fang Qingtian held his spear tightly, his posture as straight as a pine tree. Although his body was covered with scars from the battle, and his clothes were stained with blood, his eyes were still firm, with no intention of retreating.

There was an unyielding flame burning in his eyes, which was the persistence of the love in his heart. This love gave him endless strength, allowing him to stick to his position and refuse to retreat even when he was so seriously injured.

Jia Rannian took the lead in launching the attack. His feet were like the wind, and his figure was like lightning, closing the distance between him and Fang Qingtian in an instant. He raised the ghost-headed broadsword high, and with a sharp gust of wind, he slashed at Fang Qingtian fiercely. The blade flashed with a cold light, as if it could cut off everything.

Fang Qingtian dodged sideways and swung his spear at the same time, trying to block Jia Rannian's attack. However, Jia Rannian's swordsmanship was extremely sharp and his moves were varied.

His knife was like a flexible poisonous snake, making it hard to predict. Fang Qingtian was careless for a moment, and Jia Rannian's knife left a deep wound on his left arm. Blood immediately gushed out, staining his sleeves red.

But Fang Qingtian gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and raised his spear again to meet the enemy. There was no fear in his eyes, only firm belief and unyielding will. He knew that he could not retreat and could not let his beloved Li Yatong get hurt.

Jia Rannian was in a strong position and did not show mercy. His second move followed. The knife flashed like lightning, so fast that it was dazzling. Fang Qingtian was unable to dodge and was hit in the right shoulder again. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible. His body trembled slightly, but he still held the spear tightly and refused to fall.

Then, Jia Rannian's third move came like a violent storm. This knife had the force of a tidal wave, as if it could split the entire earth. Fang Qingtian tried his best to block it with his spear, but he still couldn't avoid it completely. A long cut was made on his abdomen, and blood gushed out, staining the ground under his feet red.

However, despite being seriously injured, Fang Qingtian still stood firm. Although his body was shaky, his eyes were full of determination and indomitable spirit. He knew that he could not fall down and could not let Li Yatong lose her last hope.

On the other side of the battlefield, Li Yatong, who had collapsed to her knees, had been crying silently. Her heart felt as if it was cut by thousands of sharp blades, and the pain and helplessness made it almost impossible for her to breathe. Seeing Fang Qingtian fighting so hard for her, her heart was filled with emotion and guilt. She hated her own powerlessness and hated that she could not share Fang Qingtian's pain.

At this time, the battle was almost over. Jia Rannian once again raised the gleaming ghost-head broadsword, ready to give Fang Qingtian a fatal blow. His eyes were full of murderous intent, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. He believed that under his powerful offensive, Fang Qingtian no longer had any power to resist.

Fang Qingtian was determined to die at this moment. He knew that he might not be able to leave this battle alive, but in order to protect his beloved Li Yatong and for the determination in his heart, he was not afraid. He used up his last bit of strength and thrust out with the spear, which condensed all his strength and faith.

At this critical moment, Li Yatong, who had been in extreme pain and shock, finally reacted. A hint of determination flashed in her eyes, and she quickly threw a mechanical ball out of her storage bag.

The mechanical ball rolled down to Jia Rannian's feet at a high speed, and the mechanism was activated instantly, and the complex mechanical structure started to work quickly. Countless tiny ropes and metal claws popped out, tightly binding Jia Rannian's feet. Jia Rannian tried to break free, but the binding force of the mechanical ball was so strong that he couldn't get away for a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Qingtian's eyes flashed with determination, and he used up the last bit of his strength to thrust the spear forward like lightning. Although his movements seemed a little slow due to his serious injuries, the power contained in the spear did not decrease at all, and he carried an indomitable momentum.

At this moment, Jia Rannian saw that he had nowhere to hide, and a fierce force surged in his heart. He opened his eyes wide, gritted his teeth, and stabbed Fang Qingtian with his ghost-headed sword without hesitation. In this moment of life and death, time seemed to freeze, and everything around him became silent.

Fang Qingtian's spear was like a silver lightning, instantly piercing Jia Rannian's heart. Jia Rannian's body shook violently, and his eyes showed an unbelievable look. He never thought that he would be defeated by this seemingly weak opponent. However, his ghost-headed broadsword also pierced Fang Qingtian's chest at the same time.

Fang Qingtian felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment. His body was shaky, but his eyes were still firmly looking in the direction of Li Yatong. He knew that he had completed his mission and protected his beloved.

Blood continued to flow from the wounds of Fang Qingtian and Jia Rannian, staining the ground beneath their feet red. The wind was still howling, and the dust was still flying in the sky, but the battlefield fell into a dead silence.

Li Yatong screamed in terror, the sharp sound seemed to penetrate the howling battlefield and echoed in the air for a long time.

Her body was shaking violently, and she struggled to get up in a panic, and rushed towards Fang Qingtian with her legs a little weak. Every step was filled with endless panic and eagerness. She had only one thought in her mind, which was to quickly get to Fang Qingtian's side, as if only in this way could her panicked heart find a trace of stability.

"Uncle Fang!" Li Yatong's voice was filled with fear and despair, and it seemed like a cry from the depths of her soul.

Tears blurred her eyes like a flood, making the world in front of her hazy. She looked at Fang Qingtian's blood-stained body, her heart was broken, the pain spread in her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"Uncle Fang, why are you so stupid? Why do you do this for me..." Li Yatong burst into tears, her voice trembling, full of pain and regret.

She hated her own powerlessness, hated that she could not share Fang Qingtian's pain, hated that she could only watch Fang Qingtian get hurt for her at this dangerous moment. Her tears kept flowing, dripping onto the ground, mixing with Fang Qingtian's blood.

Fang Qingtian smiled with difficulty, and that smile was full of tenderness and determination. His eyes were full of love, as if telling Li Yatong that he did not regret his choice.

"Because... you are the most important person in my heart." His voice was weak and trembling, and every word seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His eyes gradually became blurred, but he still tried hard to look at Li Yatong, wanting to deeply engrave her appearance in his heart.

"Uncle Fang, quickly swallow the healing pills." Li Yatong wiped her tears and hurriedly took out the healing pills and talismans from the storage bag.

Her hands were shaking, but she tried to keep herself calm and used all these things on Fang Qingtian. Her movements were a little clumsy, but full of concern and anxiety. She hoped that these pills and talismans would work and relieve Fang Qingtian's injuries.

After the ghost-headed sword was pulled out of Fang Qingtian's body, his face paled even more, as pale as paper. His body was trembling slightly, as if he might fall down at any time.

Blood continued to flow from his wounds, staining his clothes and the surrounding land red. His eyes were full of pain, but he clenched his teeth, trying not to let out a painful groan.

"Yatong... I'm already like this. I can't leave. You should leave quickly." Fang Qingtian's voice was weak and trembling. He covered the wound that had just been bandaged, his eyes full of helplessness and determination.

At this moment, he only felt a strange energy running through his body, preventing him from healing. If it weren't for the control of the healing talisman and the elixir, he would have collapsed to the ground. But now it was difficult for him to move, let alone escape. He knew that his injuries were irreversible, and he didn't want Li Yatong to be in danger because of him.

"Uncle Fang, don't blame me." Li Yatong shed tears. At this moment, she was truly grateful to Fang Qingtian. At this critical moment, he was willing to sacrifice his life for her.

Her heart was full of contradictions and pain. In the end, the man who was worthy of her trust and willing to give for her was the man she despised the most.

But now is not the time to be sad. Who knows when those two Skull Mountain monks will turn back. With the will to survive, she gritted her teeth, turned around and left.

Fang Qingtian supported himself with his hands, trying to support his body. He watched the beautiful figure gradually disappear into the distance, his heart filled with reluctance and worry.

Maybe this separation will be forever. But he has no regrets. In order to protect the one he loves, he is willing to give everything.

The wind was still howling, the dust was still flying, Fang Qingtian lay quietly on the ground, waiting for the judgment of fate. His eyes were full of calmness, as if he had accepted his fate.

He knew that his life was about to come to an end, but there was no fear in his heart, only thoughts and blessings for Li Yatong.