My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 851 - 517: Kill Wang Jian (Super Update: 4-in-1)

The smoky battlefield covered the scene in a gray haze, as the figure emerged through the Penetrating Clouds, killing relentlessly and moving closer.

Zhao Shourui pondered for a moment, his eyes flickering, then he waved a large hand.

Wang Jian jumped down from the bronze battle chariot, grabbed a rotted warhorse, mounted it, raised his halberd, and galloped away in a cloud of dust!

Soldiers who couldn't dodge were crushed to pieces, their remains trampled into the ground. Facing the Taoist who was fiercely breaking through the formation, the phosphorescence in Wang Jian's eyes burned even brighter.

In the valley, the army of the undead surged like a tide, clearing a narrow path as they passed. The wind roared, and the horse galloped like thunder, with the fearsome halberd and iron tower reaching Chen Yi in an instant!

Beside Chen Yi's ears, the sound of clashing metal thundered. He turned abruptly, with the Mystic Iron Halberd pressing close, the swirling dark wind solidifying, and even before the halberd tip arrived, the sharp wind pressure already cut painfully into his face.

He retreated half a step, No杂念 swerved upward, the blade precisely slicing into the juncture between the halberd's edge and shaft, Wind-breaking and Rain-cutting!

"Clang!"

The clash of metal resonated, causing the tide of the undead to momentarily pause. The blade spiraled down the halberd shaft, shooting out a series of sparks. The person and the ghost hadn't yet separated when Wang Jian's rotted warhorse suddenly reared up, its front hooves stamping down heavily, causing black flames to churn.

Chen Yi's pupils contracted sharply, his left hand's sword fingers swept across the sword's spine, and the Thunder Talisman's electric light wound along the blade.

"Break!"

The sword's lightning and the horse's hooves collided thunderously, as the rotted warhorse collapsed with a crash, instantly disintegrating the surrounding undead soldiers within a ten-zhang radius.

Chen Yi leveraged the counterforce to soar three zhang into the air. He glanced up, quickly locking onto a crack in Wang Jian's armor, where the residual sharp Sword Intent lingered. If Zhao Shourui could sense it, how could he not?

With his fingertips, he pinched out a glimmer of Sword Intent. If used as a trigger, could it ignite the Sword Intent within Wang Jian's armor, annihilating him in one strike?

Wang Jian seemed unwilling to give Chen Yi time to think. He shattered the warhorse's bones and stepped forward, swinging his halberd to sweep away the thousands, the powerful wind roared and surged. Chen Yi struck the iron halberd with his blade, leaping into the air, and charged towards the Ghost Lord Wang Jian's face armor.

Wang Jian, once a fierce general of the Qin in life and now the Ghost Lord in death, emanated the ancient killing aura, spreading from him as a center. Chen Yi's robes flapped wildly as his pupils slightly contracted. The killing aura solidified, transforming into spear shadows filling the sky, seeking to utterly tear him apart. Yet, Chen Yi's feet lightly tapped the ground, not retreating but instead facing forward with overwhelming Sword Intent.

The two sides lunged at each other in an instant, with shadowy images of swords and spears mingling chaotically, growing increasingly frenzied. From beneath Wang Jian's face armor came sharp howls, his massive arm swinging with lingering shadows. The killing aura that had been sealed for centuries erupted with a roar, and the halberd in his hand became a tidal wave, seeking to engulf Chen Yi.

As they fought faster and faster, in the blink of an eye, it was impossible to count how many moves they exchanged. The dark valley seemed to house innumerable shadows in battle, and any undead soldiers or generals who came too close were ground to bone dust by the shockwaves.

"Taoist, what, what should we do?"

Seeing the two locked in an indecisive struggle, Ye Liangcai's complexion turned pale, unable to remain calm. What was happening before him was beyond his grasp as a mere household captain, so he turned his head, only to find Zhao Shourui already staring straight at him.

"...Taoist?"

"The undead soldiers and generals can't stop him, only the Ghost Lord can contend. Yet, there's a third person manipulating this battlefield, and the situation isn't optimistic,"

The violet-robed Taoist's voice was hoarse, but he had said all that needed saying, and Ye Liangcai could only slightly nod.

Zhao Shourui's eyes were sword-like as he asked, "But, Captain Ye... do you think... the Ghost Lord will fall at his hands?"

"This... I fear just in case..."

"That's a coincidence," Zhao Shourui grinned, "I, a humble Taoist, also fear just in case."

Ye Liangcai's heart thumped suddenly, his eyes quivering as he slowly looked over, realizing that at some point, the violet-clad High Priest's eyes had become suffused with blood-red killing intent...

Similar to that of the Ghost Lord Wang Jian!

When did it happen? Ye Liangcai was horrified and shocked, his hand reaching for the knife at his waist. But just as his fingers touched the knife handle, it was already too late...

A flash of blood,

Ye Liangcai felt sweetness in his throat. Unbeknownst to him, an undead officer had reached his back, a bronze blade piercing through his chest, while Zhao Shourui's lips moved as if chanting, blood dripping in rhythm with the incantation.

As the blood seeped from the ground below, Ye Liangcai's mind became muddled, the colors swirling and blending until they solidified...

There, amidst the clash of weapons and the thunderous explosion, Chen Yi and Wang Jian once again separated by tens of zhang. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The bronze battle chariot slowly moved away, while Ye Liangcai was cast towards the towering Ghost Lord. He attempted to struggle and save himself but touched something warm and pulsating. The armor suddenly opened a rift, letting black, decayed flesh rush at him, squeezing into his apertures!

His vision suddenly darkened, an erroneous harmony echoing as though bells clashed in the blackness. The chains binding the warrior effigy suddenly stretched taut, mingled with armor clashing and the sound of bones cracking piece by piece, as though having a feast, the body grew in size by a circle.

And the rift in the armor became increasingly larger... ready to shatter at any moment.