Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 357 6 Treasure Secret Realm 11

As the saying goes, too much defense leads to a loss. During a fierce battle, a monk from the Sheshen Temple was careless and his spear was blocked by Wang Qiye's double swords.

At this moment, Pang Cen of Skull Mountain seized the opportunity and slashed down fiercely, breaking the spear into two sections. He took advantage of the situation and slashed horizontally, with a momentum as fierce as a storm.

The disciple from the She Shen Academy quickly raised a defensive magic weapon to resist, but at this time Wang Qiye appeared beside him like a ghost, and the two swords in his hands flashed with cold light, and one of them stabbed into his back.

The two of them withdrew their gazes, preparing to deal with the last remaining disciple of the Self-Sacrifice Academy, but they were startled the moment their eyes met.

The disciple of the Self-Sacrificing Academy had died together with the six-faced phantom. The six-faced phantom fought a desperate battle with the disciple of the Self-Sacrificing Academy with its unpredictable means, and in the end both sides paid a heavy price.

Suddenly, only Wang Qiye and Pang Cen were left on the field.

The air seemed to freeze, and a tense atmosphere filled the entire space. They stared at each other, their eyes full of vigilance and determination. In this cruel trial, they had already experienced countless life-and-death tests, and now, the final showdown was about to come.

Wang Qiye and Pang Cen stood opposite each other. In the ancient hall, there was a tense atmosphere, as if a storm was about to come.

Pang Cen was wearing a yellow robe, his tall body was like a small mountain, and the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand emitted a cold light. His eyes were fierce, like a hungry beast, staring at Wang Qiye closely.

Wang Qiye held two swords in his hands, his posture was upright, his eyes revealed determination and fearlessness. Around him, the defensive magic tools and talismans were shining with a faint light, adding a mysterious aura to him.

Pang Cen took the lead in launching the attack. He shouted loudly and swung the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand fiercely. A sharp blade energy whistled out and went straight to Wang Qiye. Wherever the blade energy passed, the air seemed to be cut, making a sharp sound.

Wang Qiye's eyes condensed, his toes tapped the ground, and his body retreated like lightning. At the same time, he crossed the two swords in his hands and blocked them in front of him, ready to meet the impact of the sword energy.

"Bang!" The sword energy hit the double swords fiercely, making a loud noise. Wang Qiye only felt a huge force coming, his arms went numb, and his body involuntarily stepped back a few steps. He was secretly shocked, Pang Cen's strength was indeed strong.

Seeing that his attack missed, Pang Cen swung his ghost-head broadsword again and rushed towards Wang Qiye. His steps were heavy and powerful, and every step seemed to shake the ground.

The ghost-headed broadsword in his hand seemed to have life, dancing vigorously. Wang Qiye was not afraid at all, he dodged Pang Cen's attack with a flash, and then stabbed out with the two swords in his hands, stabbing at Pang Cen's vital parts like a flash of lightning.

Pang Cen reacted very quickly. He dodged sideways and swung the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand to chop at Wang Qiye's waist. Wang Qiye quickly retracted his two swords and blocked in front of him again. "Dang!" There was another loud noise, and the two weapons collided again, sparks flying.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, Wang Qiye and Pang Cen fought back and forth, neither of them giving in. Their figures moved quickly in the ancient palace, the flashes of swords and shadows intertwined, dazzling the eyes.

Wang Qiye relied on his agility and superb swordsmanship to constantly look for Pang Cen's flaws, while Pang Cen relied on his powerful strength and rich combat experience to resolve Wang Qiye's attacks time and time again.

“Hah!” Pang Cen shouted, and swung the ghost-head sword in his hand upwards. A powerful sword energy shot up into the sky, shaking the roof of the ancient temple slightly.

Wang Qiye's eyes shone, he knew that this was Pang Cen's full-strength attack. He quickly mobilized the spiritual power in his body to the extreme, and the two swords in his hands flashed with dazzling light.

"Break!" Wang Qiye shouted, and swung the two swords in his hands forward fiercely. A powerful sword energy met Pang Cen's sword energy.

The two blades collided in mid-air, making a loud noise that shook the earth. The powerful impact caused the surrounding air to distort, and cracks appeared on the stone pillars in the ancient temple.

Wang Qiye and Pang Cen were both knocked back by the powerful impact. Wang Qiye felt a surge of blood in his chest, a sweet taste in his mouth, and he almost vomited blood.

He endured the discomfort in his body and clenched the two swords in his hands again. Pang Cen was also not feeling well, his face was pale, and the ghost-headed sword in his hand was shaking slightly.

After a short respite, the two rushed towards each other again and started a more intense battle. Their figures moved quickly in the ancient temple, and the flashes of swords and sabers kept flashing. Every collision made a huge noise, which made people tremble with fear.

"This is a powerful opponent." Wang Qiye secretly admired while fighting fiercely in his heart.

The monks of Skull Mountain were indeed specialized in hunting monks for a living. They had a very deep understanding of the monks' various methods and weaknesses. Pang Cen in front of him relied on this understanding to fight with him.

Wang Qiye knew clearly that Pang Cen must have some hidden cards that he hadn't played yet, and he also had a hidden trick up his sleeve.

The two sides are now evenly matched in terms of strength and skills. Once all their cards are revealed, it is estimated that the fight will be evenly matched.

If that happens, even if they win, it will probably be a pyrrhic victory. If a new opponent comes in, wouldn't the opponent be able to easily kill the final winner without any effort?

This is not okay!

Wang Qiye's eyes became more solemn, his brain working rapidly, thinking about how to deal with the situation.

Wang Qiye saw the opportunity and instantly approached and knocked down Skull Mountain Pang Cen. He hugged Pang Cen tightly, and the two rolled out of the basket.

"Are you crazy?" Pang Cen of Skull Mountain was unable to break free for a moment, his heart full of shock and anger.

At that moment he also became ruthless, "Okay, since you are not afraid of death, I am not afraid either." After saying that, his face became ferocious and he also rolled hard outside the basketball hoop.

After the two of them left the circle, the weapon spirit turned into a white light and went straight towards Wang Qiye. It was as fast as lightning and carried a deadly aura.

"Hahaha kid, you lost the bet." Pang Cen from Skull Mountain let out a hearty laugh, which sounded particularly harsh in this tense atmosphere.

The ferocious look on his face became even more intense, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. Now it was his turn to hold Wang Qiye tightly, his heart full of pride and expectation.

He waited for the final victory of this trial, as if he had already grasped glory and wealth firmly in his hands.

"A Flash of Spiritual Stream"

Wang Qiye suddenly disappeared from the spot, and appeared in the circle the next moment. This sudden change caught everyone off guard.

The weapon spirit lost its target for a moment, paused in the air, then turned a corner and shot towards the only monk from Skull Mountain who was outside the circle at this time.

"No!" Skull Mountain Pang Cen's smile froze on his face, his expression almost twisted. His heart was filled with despair and unwillingness. He still had a trump card, and several tricks that he hadn't used yet. He was unwilling to die!

The weapon spirit mercilessly passed through his forehead, and his head, which had just been raised, fell to the ground again. His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

"I obviously won the bet!" His voice seemed to still echo in the air, but it could no longer change his fate.

Wang Qiye wiped the sweat off his forehead and secretly rejoiced in his heart. If he hadn't used the rules today, he would not have been able to defeat him so easily. "These people who specialize in eating monks are difficult to deal with."

There was only one person left standing on the field, and Wang Qiye couldn't believe that he could survive the trial to the end. Until this moment, he felt that he was really strong, and with the "God Armor" on his body, he felt that no one else could do it.

However, he waited and waited, but the reward from the weapon spirit did not come. Suddenly, he realized something, turned around quietly, reached into his arms, and took out ten attack talismans. He turned around suddenly and threw them at the six-faced phantom corpse.

Seeing that she had failed to trick Wang Qiye out of the circle, Jian Yi, the six-sided phantom, went to pick up the spoils, and was finally killed by the weapon spirit. She secretly said it was a pity. Knowing that she could no longer pretend, the dead body threw out several talismans that had been prepared long ago and collided with him.

However, as soon as she stood up, Wang Qiye's two swords came towards her.

"You are pretending to be dead!" Wang Qiye's eyes were full of anger and vigilance.

He knew that this cunning woman had been looking for an opportunity to deal him a fatal blow at the last moment.

"Wang Qiye, you really don't know how to be gentle with women." Six-faced phantom Jian Yi said with a hint of resentment at the critical moment of life and death. Perhaps the desperate situation stimulated her potential, her ghostly footwork was even more graceful, and her figure was as unpredictable as a ghost.

But the hoop was so small, and there was a weapon spirit outside guarding it. Normally, she would have distanced herself and fled. But now, she was trapped in this small space.

"Since you have recognized me, I will naturally take good care of you."

Wang Qiye's two swords were always following behind her. No matter how her body movements changed, the two swords opened and closed wildly, covering this small world.

As the six-faced phantom Jian Yi's footsteps paused, she casually threw out a handful of silver needles. The silver needles sprinkled towards Wang Qiye like drizzling rain, flashing with cold light.

At first she thought Wang Qiye was just a fan of Black Raven. However, when the Lingxi Valley's sign Lingxi flashed and appeared, she knew that this must be the real person.

A strong sense of uneasiness surged in Jian Yi's heart. This Black Crow was indeed as powerful as the rumors said. The silver needle that she had just thrown out was easily broken by him and could not get close to him at all.

It just so happened that he was only at the sixth level of foundation building, and he encountered this freak at the ninth level of foundation building. If their strengths were equal, he would definitely not be able to win so easily.