My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1189: Chapter 647: Gongsun Guan (Double-Length) (2)

However, the killing intent did not solely come from the front.

Just as he was exerting all his efforts to counter Chen Yi’s sudden sword strike, a more domineering and fierce aura had already descended behind him!

The tip of the spear flashed chillingly, drawing a dazzling trajectory, the spear momentum like a dragon, piercing straight towards his back.

The timing was exceptionally subtle, just as the Chief Envoy’s old strength was exhausted and new strength was yet to rise.

The Chief Envoy had no way to avoid it; despairing madness erupted in his eyes, True Qi surged desperately toward his back, attempting to withstand that spear, while his body frantically twisted, trying to avoid the vital point of his heart.

Poof.

The Purple Electric Gun pierced through the hastily gathered True Qi as if it were paper, the spear tip emerging from his chest with a burst of hot blood flowers.

The Chief Envoy let out a shrill wail, his body staggered forward by the spear’s force.

And Chen Yi’s sword followed closely, precisely across the front of his neck as he lunged forward.

With a slash, the head was severed, bloodied in the night, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Qin Qingluo expressionlessly withdrew the spear.

The Chief Envoy’s breath ceased, his body limply collapsed to the ground, blood quickly spreading beneath him.

In the alley ruins, the fierce battle between the Supreme and the official puppet had reached a fever pitch.

Each step the official puppet took caused the ground to tremble, its giant fists carrying explosive force, the intricate blood-red lines on its armor flickering, fiercely menacing.

However, the Supreme, like a specter, floated erratically amidst the violent assault. He wielded no weapons, relying solely on his bare hands, striking, pointing, brushing, redirecting, his movements seemed slow and clear yet could always precisely land on the weak points of the puppet’s energy flow nodes and the joint dead angles that its massive body could not cover.

"Ding!" A finger like a sword, pointed at the puppet’s knee joint, the hard alloy groaned under strain, and the massive body stumbled once more.

A palm lightly imprinted on the side of the sweeping giant claw, the overwhelming force redirected harshly, crashing into a nearby broken wall, collapsing with a roar.

Then the fingertips flickered with a dim glow, striking the puppet’s chest, though it didn’t pierce through, it prompted the complex lines to flicker violently, the puppet’s actions momentarily stalled.

No matter how the official puppet howled or erupted, it could never truly threaten him, instead, many joints deformed, and the rune operation showed signs of stagnation, its actions gradually less agile than at first.

Yang Chongwei and the remaining elite Forbidden Army had already retreated to a relatively safe corner, watching in fear, cold sweat soaking their backs.

They had also tried shooting cold arrows or finding opportunities to flank, however, the Supreme seemed to have eyes on the back of his head.

A soldier found an opening, lunged with a spear piercing the back of the Supreme, who didn’t even turn his head, merely waved his sleeve seemingly casually backward.

Whoosh.

The soldier was struck as if by a heavy hammer, spewing blood, flying backward with his spear crashing into the ruins, life or death unknown.

Another just raised his crossbow to aim, only to see the Supreme pass by the puppet, flicking his finger.

Twish!

An imperceptible dark finger force shot through the air, accurately piercing the crossbow, the remaining force burst the soldier’s hand holding the crossbow into bloody fragments.

"Retreat! Keep a distance! Don’t fucking go up there to die!"

Yang Chongwei, liver and gallbladder split, screamed out hoarsely.

The fierce combat between the individual and the puppet continued, with the Supreme holding a substantial advantage.

However, even with the deep and unfathomable cultivation support, he still felt a lingering sense of danger.

His mind was tightly entangled by it.

Then, the Supreme suddenly raised his eyebrows, sensing something, his pupils contracting to pinpoints.

The Chief Envoy was dead...

This place can’t be stayed any longer...

"Demonic fiend! Face death!"

Though Yang Chongwei was apprehensive, upon capturing a momentary shift in the Supreme’s composure, he mustered the remaining ferocious spirit, wielding his chipped longsword, once again roaring as he charged, the blade light slashing towards the back of the Supreme’s neck.

"Scram!"

The Supreme didn’t turn his head, uttered a low command, as his free left hand spread five fingers, pressing towards Yang Chongwei and his men direction in the air.

Boom.

An invisible air wave exploded suddenly, overwhelming like a tidal wave.

Yang Chongwei’s blade light dispersed instantly, as if hit by a charging rhinoceros, spitting blood once more, flung heavily into a pile of rubble, his accompanying soldiers likewise shocked by the aftershock, weapons knocked out, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

Almost simultaneously as the left hand struck, the Supreme’s right hand formed fingers like a sword, the dark light surged violently, striking at the giant fist’s side joint of the official puppet readying to strike down.

Only to see the significant force of the puppet’s punch forcibly diverted, grazing the Supreme’s robe, smashing to the ground with a roar, sending stones shooting out.

Utilizing the recoil from this punch, the Supreme’s dark figure seemed to lose weight, feather-light flying, seemingly slow, but with a blink covering a dozen yards.

"He’s going to run."

From afar, Chen Yi captured the Supreme’s movement, eyes cold, figure suddenly accelerating, transforming into a sharp sword light, piercing straight towards the retreating trajectory of the Supreme.

The sword tip directed, the cold penetrating to the bone.

The Supreme’s retreating figure paused slightly in mid-air, facing this sword without dodging, lifting the right index finger that had just forced back the official puppet again towards Chen Yi’s thrusting direction. freewёbnoνel.com

At the fingertip, a point of ultimate darkness condensed in an instant.

"Break."

An icy syllable was uttered.

A hair-thin dark finger force silently shot out, its speed far exceeding Chen Yi’s sword light.

Chen Yi’s pupils constricted dramatically, without hesitation, transforming the thrust into a block, the Sword Intent World sketched a rounded sword screen before him.

The sounds of gold and stone clashing as the finger force struck the sword, the Kang Sword astonishingly bent into a breathtaking arc by the finger force.