My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 854 - 518: Ghost Lord Annihilated (Bonus: Four-in-One)

But at this moment, a bizarre, twisted incantation and waves of frenzied laughter echoed in the sky.

A chill wafted in with the wind, prickling the back of Chen Yi's neck. He spun around sharply, only to see patterns emerging on Xu Zhou Daoist's body, with blood bursting from his skin, dyeing the bronze chariot beneath his feet red. Behind him, the spectral image of Emperor Zhenwu appeared, eyes wide with rage, standing with a sword in hand, yet stained with fresh blood.

Is it really over?!

Crash! The sharp edge of the great halberd burst out of Yuan Qi's abdomen, dragon blood splattering, as the towering figure strode forward once again, like an Asura returned from Hell!

The River God let out a wailing cry, its dragon body severely wounded as it collapsed to the ground, sending huge waves skywards.

Zhao Shourui's purple robe tore apart as he laughed wildly, ripping open his chest. Densely packed bloody spells tore open his flesh, turning into thousands of arms that intertwined with the agitated Ghost Lord. In almost an instant, the two had merged, their bodies fused, as the Ghost Lord's form grew ever larger.

Zhao Shourui's flesh was molded like dough, transforming into a Peach Wood Sword covered with lumps of flesh, tightly gripped in the Ghost Lord's hand.

Boom!

The bronze face armor of Ghost Lord Wang Jian shattered explosively, revealing a grotesque visage of half skull and half human face, as sword scars on his body gleamed brilliantly!

The True Martial Sword Intent realized by Xu Zhou Daoist infused into this Ghost Lord!

With eyes wide open in anger, he stood with a halberd in one hand and a sword in the other, like a heavenly king — vividly resembling the majestic posture of the Northern Emperor vanquishing bandits and suppressing demons a millennium ago. What should have been a solemn and sacred visage was instead drenched in blood, making it incredibly terrifying to behold!

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Yi stepped forward briskly, raising his sword once more.

The sword momentum was as strong as before, undiminished by the shocking transformations.

However, a powerful gust suddenly pressed forward like a surging tide, with halberd and sword raised together, moving even faster than Chen Yi's sword. Chen Yi could only lean backward swiftly, blocking with his blade, being swept away an entire dozen or so zhang before he finally landed.

"Damn it!" Chen Yi couldn't help but curse.

Once more, Wang Jian charged forward furiously, with long winds swirling around him, the fleshy long sword sealing off Chen Yi's blade momentum, while the mighty halberd slashed down from above.

Chen Yi turned aside, flashing violently, advancing instead of retreating, his right-hand long sword striking the weaker spot three inches up the halberd shaft, as sparks burst from the weapons, forming a line of golden thread.

The left-hand long knife seized the opportunity to thrust into the middle gate, aiming straight for the Ghost Lord's throat.

Wang Jian twisted his wrist, pulling back the halberd blade, hooking the sword body with a crescent moon grip and wrenching hard, causing Chen Yi to stagger half a step, with the blade edge scraping the armor.

Zing——

The sound of metal scraping was piercing to the ear.

Chen Yi deftly pivoted to unload the force, grinding a half-circle white mark into the ground beneath his feet. Wang Jian pressed on, the halberd tip like a venomous snake striking seven critical spots in rapid succession. Chen Yi retreated while parrying, each clash of blade and halberd exploded with fist-sized sparks, his tiger's mouth long since cracked to the bone.

"Take this!"

The Daoist suddenly ducked, avoiding the sweeping halberd blade, the Brocade Spring Blade rising from below to strike at Wang Jian's wrist, intending to break it with Wind-breaking and Rain-cutting!

The Ghost Lord released the halberd, his fan-sized right palm slapped toward Chen Yi's celestial cover, the blade edge piercing the flesh three inches deep, yet became lodged in the muscle, forcing Chen Yi to abandon the knife, leaning back. That splitting mountain palm wind grazed the tip of his nose, its aftermath reducing the buildings several zhang behind him to dust.

With each move of Wang Jian, momentum and force were immense, as though True Martial descended to the mortal realm!

It was as if Chen Yi was the demon to be wiped out.

In his struggle, Yuan Qi roared skyward, realizing he had boarded Chen Yi's pirate ship, with no possibility of stopping here, bloodied all over as he raced into the sky, tearing down a bolt of heavenly thunder.

Wang Jian reversed and hurled the fleshy long sword, colliding with the thunder, exploding into brilliant electric shards, while Chen Yi seized the moment to swing his sword, the Ghost Lord snatched the great halberd and with a turning lance aimed directly at his heart.

Chen Yi's sword tip touched the ground, using it to spring into the air, as the halberd blade grazed his side, his Daoist robe being shredded to pieces by the Qi Force.

He hadn't even landed when the halberd came again!

In a close evade, Chen Yi moved sideways, his sword sliding along the halberd shaft, the hilt striking hard against Wang Jian's knuckles, as Sword Qi stirred into the flesh.

The Ghost Lord winced in pain and loosened momentarily, the Daoist spinning to kick the halberd shaft, sending the Mystic Iron Halberd flying horizontally away, deeply embedding into the rock face ten zhang away.

Who knew which Peak Stepping Cloud this was, yet another sword slashed out.

Wang Jian raised his hand, the punch coming slower at first but striking faster than the long sword!

Boom!

The air between them rippled like a lake surface, spreading in heavy waves before shattering with a crack.

Chen Yi clenched his teeth tightly, his Sword Intent rising once more, climbing to the peak, a Sword Creation of Heaven and Earth erupting again!

The Sword Intent encased the two of them in a narrow domain like an upturned porcelain bowl, yet at this moment, Wang Jian let out a thunderous roar, the light from the sword scars on his armor flared violently, the spectral image of Emperor Zhenwu forcefully broke through this Sword Intent World!

Another punch blasted out, Chen Yi's body slammed into the Fist Gang, sending him flying backward, crashing through numerous broken walls and ruins before coming to a stop.

Summoning his strength, he lifted himself up from the ground, as the massive Ghost Lord and the Zhenwu specter behind drew ever closer.

"Damn, with cheats."

Chen Yi never thought these words would burst from his own mouth, yet they just had to come out.

Wang Jian drew out the great halberd from the rock face, closing in step by step, the pitch-black halberd looming like a guillotine.

And just as Wang Jian was about to raise his hand,

Suddenly,

A Corpse People woman appeared at his side, arriving at the most opportune moment, a planned contingency by Chen Yi.

The Corpse People woman clasped her hands together, eliciting an irresistible tender expression on Wang Jian's face. His actions slowed, halted, as if the killing intent was eroded bit by bit. Even though he knew he shouldn't stop now, familiar emotions still assaulted his soul.

It was as if he remembered the time Princess Huayang tied a long sword to his waist.

At this moment, the sword box on Chen Yi's back buzzed furiously, agitated and restless.