The Invincible Strongest Student

Chapter 1180: Chapter 1180: Purple Talisman

Wang Sicong couldn’t move, he felt like a piece of wood.

Even as the blossoms of sword flowers bloomed on his body, he couldn’t feel a trace of pain.

But why is this?

Wang Sicong was puzzled... Suddenly, he recalled the moment he locked eyes with Xu Xianrong earlier, her eyes seemed to turn red, mesmerizing like flawless rubies.

With just one glance, he was deeply entranced, unable to free himself, all sensation disappeared.

At this moment, from Wang Sicong’s left arm to his heart, his flesh and blood were blurred. It was merely a waste of an arm.

The last sword strike should have pierced through his heart, but before it could, Xu Xianrong suddenly felt a stuffiness in her chest, and the Spiritual Qi within her Sea of Qi began to surge tumultuously, as if turning the world upside down.

Thud!

Xu Xianrong dropped to one knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her breath instantly weakened, and her fairy-like face turned much paler, losing its color.

In fact, this situation had already occurred before, she had just been suppressing it with great effort, otherwise, she would have vomited blood long ago.

"Hehe."

A hoarse, ear-grating laugh sounded.

Kun Yun walked gracefully to Xu Xianrong and laughed, "Xu Shoujiang’s personal disciple, the Blue Sword Xianrong, indeed lives up to the name. If it weren’t for me holding the line, this useless eldest young master of the Wang Family might have really been dealt with in two or three moves."

Kun Yun squatted down, squinting his eyes with a strange smile, saying, "Now you’re just like Lin Tian, with your Qi and blood reversed. Continuing to use power would be suicide. Without Spiritual Qi, you’re nothing but a cripple. I could kill you with just a finger... Yet, with such a face and figure, I just can’t bear to, hahaha..."

In Kun Yun’s eyes, Wang Sicong was no different from a puppet. With early-stage Golden Core strength, he could naturally exchange several moves with Xu Xianrong, and these few moves would cause chaos in Xu Xianrong’s spiritual energy, as it is now.

This was the old man’s true aim.

"Ha, you are only at the level of a high-level Martial Artist, what right do you have to act arrogant in front of me?" Xu Xianrong laughed disdainfully, her gaze sharp and condescending.

"Hahaha, how naive you are, little girl! What if you’re a Golden Core expert? Can you still lift your sword now? How will you kill me?" Kun Yun laughed heartily.

"Indeed..." Xu Xianrong sighed, "But what the Xu Family is known for has never been swordsmanship."

Hmm?

Kun Yun was momentarily stunned but quickly responded.

Xu Shoujiang was famous in his day, renowned for his remarkable swordsmanship. As Xu Shoujiang’s closed-door disciple, Xu Xianrong’s swordsmanship was naturally superb, which many focused on, forgetting she was from the Xu Family.

What is the Xu Family most famous for?

Charm Technique!

Wang Sicong!

Kun Yun was shocked, quickly turning his head to look at the blood-soaked Wang Sicong, an inexplicable chill enveloping his heart.

Whoosh~

Wang Sicong turned with the wind, his eyes blood-red, glaring at Kun Yun with ferocity, as if there was a deep-seated grudge.

"You vile woman! I’ll kill you!"

Immediately, Wang Sicong charged with his right fist, in a relentless manner.

"You fool! I’m Kun Yun!" Kun Yun cursed, jumping and retreating several steps quickly, dodging the Fire Fist that could end his life.

Xu Xianrong watched this scene, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, smiling.

She knew from the start, even if she exhausted herself killing Wang Sicong, there was another Kun Yun waiting in the wings, so she deliberately crippled Wang Sicong’s left arm, halving his strength, so he would first entangle with that old man. Until the two of them were both exhausted.

Kun Yun cursed while retreating, even stumbling and falling in a humbling manner, which was deeply satisfying to witness.

The Xu family’s Charm Technique disrupts the nerves, causing mental chaos, leading to control. To break this technique, aside from the Xu Family members, requires very specific methods, and even then, they are extremely difficult.

The Xu family’s Charm Technique has been passed down for hundreds, or even thousands of years, becoming increasingly refined and difficult to break. Even someone like Kun Yun, who has studied both righteous and wicked paths for most of his life, is at a loss.

"Wicked woman, weren’t you ruthless just now? You crippled one of my hands, I’ll make you pay with your life!"

Wang Sicong shouted loudly, approaching like a dragon, raising the Fire Fist high, landing it directly on Kun Yun’s left shoulder, sending the old man flying ten meters, crashing to the ground.

Ordinary people couldn’t see the nuances, but Xu Xianrong could see clearly. The punch this old man took only caused impact damage; the high temperature didn’t affect him at all, not even scorching his clothes.

However, the sheer force was enough to severely injure the old man’s chest, at least crippling one arm.

"Pah!"

Kun Yun spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with saliva, his already wrinkled face contorting further.

Suddenly, he pulled out a purple talisman from his bosom, the smile on his face turning sinister.

"That talisman..."

Xu Xianrong’s expression changed as well.

It’s known that ordinary talismans are yellow because they’re easy to make. A stronger one is blue, which is rarer, created by powerful Daoists. As for purple, it’s even rarer, requiring profound skill and high material requirements; otherwise, it would just be waste paper.

As for silver, there are few remaining in the world, and golden talismans are legendary.

So, even a purple talisman is a very precious item, not used unless absolutely necessary.

In terms of power, it’s exceptionally terrifying, at least enough for Xu Xianrong to feel uncertain facing it.

Kun Yun has murderous intent!

But who does he want to kill? Is it me or Wang Sicong?

This, Xu Xianrong couldn’t yet discern.

Seeing the strange old man biting his right middle finger, reciting an incantation, squeezing out a drop of pale golden blood to smear on the purple talisman, he then flicked it, sending it flying towards Wang Sicong.

"Hmph, putting on airs!"

Wang Sicong snorted heavily, striding forward.

Thousand Cyan Threads doesn’t frighten him, let alone a piece of paper!

Strangely, with Kun Yun’s flick, the lightweight talisman flew against the wind, sticking to the right side of Wang Sicong’s chest.

Immediately, Kun Yun quickly retreated, stepping in Gang Step, forming hand seals, chanting an incantation rapidly and eerily, more confounding than scriptures.

"Evil spirits scatter, goblins vanish!"