Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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Then, Mu Qinghan lightly touched the ground with her toes and instantly retreated, creating a distance of several hundred meters, while keeping a wary eye on the corpse on the ground.

Meanwhile, the masked group on the other side had also finished their battle.

With Wang Quanba's sword flashing and Mu Shenqi's powerful physique, Zhang Zheng and the others worked in perfect harmony, and in no time at all, they wiped out the remaining black foxes.

The ground was covered with the corpses of black foxes, their black blood staining the dark purple ground.

Everyone sheathed their swords and looked at Mu Qinghan, who had a solemn expression, not far away.

"Qinghan, have you dealt with all the black foxes on your side? You don't look well, is it... that you've run into trouble?"

Mu Qinghan did not respond, his brows furrowed even more, his gaze fixed on the corpse of the Black Fox Lady.

The magical power in his palm gathered like a tide, and a silvery-white halo flowed around his fingertips.

The fact that the monster had died so easily made him feel uneasy.

That thing is definitely not simple!

A cold wind blew again, and the corpses on the ground gradually turned into wisps of black mist, dissipating slowly in the direction of the wind.

Seeing this, Mu Qinghan's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, alarm bells suddenly went off in his mind, and a sense of crisis came from the side!

Almost instinctively, he pushed the magic power in his palm forward, and the silvery-white sword energy instantly condensed into a shield.

With a soft "poof," a jet-black, tadpole-shaped object slammed into the shield, instantly shredded into dust by the sword energy, and dissipated into the air.

Mu Qinghan's pupils shrank suddenly. He didn't have time to think and abruptly looked up at the crowd rushing towards them, his voice full of urgency.

"Get out! Get away from here!"

Wang Quanzui suddenly sneezed, rubbed his reddened nose, and looked puzzled.

"Leave? Why would you leave for no reason? Weren't all the Black Foxes killed?"

Although she was completely puzzled, she still subconsciously took a step back.

But at that moment, Wang Quanba Ye, who was beside him, suddenly moved.

He suddenly raised his arm, the Wangquan sword in his hand gleaming coldly, and without warning, he slashed at Wangquan Zui!

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Wang Quanzui stared at the Wang Quan Sword so close at hand, her pupils reflecting the cold light of the sword, and despair instantly gripped her.

The distance is too close, there's no way to avoid it, there's absolutely no way to avoid it!

She's going to die...she's going to die!

She instinctively closed her eyes, waiting for the excruciating pain to begin.

The dull thud of metal piercing flesh rang out, but Wang Quanzui felt no pain.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw a figure in white standing in front of her. Mu Qinghan actually stretched out his left hand and caught the blade of the Wangquan Sword with his bare hands!

Even with the powerful magic in his palm creating a barrier that weakened the sword's power, the King's Sword was still the strongest sword in the world, and that last bit of its power still tore through his flesh.

Mu Qinghan frowned slightly; the human body was still too weak.

Blood gushed out from between his fingers, instantly staining the sword hilt red. Mu Qinghan's hand became a bloody mess at a visible speed, with even his finger bones faintly visible.

At the same time, a strong gust of wind came from the right.

Mu Qinghan reacted extremely quickly, holding his sword horizontally in his right hand to block the punch with a crisp clang, forcefully taking Mu Shenqi's full-force blow.

His fist slammed into the sword, the impact sending numbness through his arm and causing his wrist to tremble involuntarily.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were empty as he slashed at Mu Qinghan with his black sword, which whistled through the air.

Ji Wuji was enveloped in purple lightning, and a bolt of thunder condensed at his fingertips, striking straight at him.

Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo then used their escape techniques to flank from both sides, the light of their magic flashing in their palms.

"Everyone...everyone..."

Wang Quanzui trembled all over, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

Seeing her once close friend and blood brother now turning on her with a ferocious expression, she choked back tears.

"Why...why did this happen..."

"They were controlled, it wasn't their intention."

As Mu Qinghan spoke, she dodged Ji Wuji's purple lightning by sidestepping, and at the same time kicked Wang Quanba Ye hard in the chest, forcing him back two steps.

Immediately afterwards, he drew an arc with his longsword, and the silvery-white sword energy spread out, instantly forcing the oncoming crowd back dozens of meters and temporarily creating distance.

He turned to look at Wang Quanzui, whose face was covered in tears. His expression remained calm, but his voice was more solemn than ever before.

"Next, you need to stay calm."

"Among us, only you have mastered the path of spiritual cultivation."

"Try to wake them up; they must regain their senses before I reach my limit."

Mu Qinghan's left hand was still bleeding, the blood dripping onto the ground and spreading into dark red flowers.

His wrist trembled slightly, and his gaze swept over his controlled companions, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

How could he bear to hurt these friends he spends every day with?

But he gritted his teeth and added.

"If you haven't awakened them before I reach my limit..."

"Then I will cut off their hands and feet and cripple their magical cultivation."

"At least... we can bring them back 'alive'."

"Destroy...destroy it..."

Wang Quanzui murmured these words repeatedly, his voice trembling.

But when she saw Mu Qinghan's bloodied left hand, his wrist trembling slightly yet still gripping the sword hilt, and the deep pain and determination hidden in his eyes, the fear in her heart was gradually replaced by a force.

She took a deep breath, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and her originally confused eyes gradually became firm.

She couldn't let Mu Qinghan bear the burden alone, nor could she let her friends end up like that. She had to do what she was told.

"I...I know!"

Although Wang Quanzui's voice was still a little tight, it was exceptionally firm.

A soft white light emanated from her fingertips as she silently circulated her magic, her gaze fixed intently on the people she was controlling.

"Qinghan, hold on! I will definitely be able to wake them up!"

Mu Qinghan responded softly, without saying anything more, but it seemed to reassure Wang Quanzui.

As long as he is still standing in front of her, then... she will not be harmed in the slightest!

Mu Qinghan never breaks his promises!

He slowly turned around and looked once more at the group of people before him, whose eyes were empty and who exuded a fierce aura.

His body suddenly erupted with silvery-white magical power, sweeping around like a tidal wave and protecting Wang Quanzui behind him.

His originally solemn face was now ignited with intense fighting spirit.

He gripped his sword tightly, the tip pointing at the crowd, his voice clear and firm.

"Come on...come on!"

"Didn't we always say you've made great progress?!"

"Didn't you say you were going to catch up with me?!"

"Today... let me see how much you've grown during this time!"

"Don't let me down... my dearest friends..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qinghan rushed out first.

He didn't kill them, but skillfully parried and deflected their attacks with the blade of his sword. Each collision precisely avoided vital points, both blocking their attacks and minimizing their harm.

Silver-white sword light weaved through the crowd, colliding constantly and emitting crisp sword cries.

Outside the chaotic battle, Yang Yitan stood alone in the mist, his figure frozen like a stone statue.

His eyes widened, his face filled with shock.

No, it should be said that it was her.

The body now occupied is that of the Black Fox Queen, who should have been killed.

She had her eye on this boy with the third eye from the very beginning, and the moment the boy in white relaxed his guard, she entered Yang Yitan's body.

She had intended to observe the battle from the shadows and find an opportunity to launch another sneak attack, but Mu Qinghan in front of her completely shattered her understanding.

"No... How could this be? This is absolutely impossible!"

Everything in the world has weaknesses, and humans are no exception!

"How could someone... not have even the slightest flaw?"

Undeterred, she suddenly activated her Heavenly Eye.

A pale golden light shone from Yang Yitan's eyes, piercing through layers of mist and locking onto Mu Qinghan.

In the vision of the Heavenly Eye, the magical power within Mu Qinghan's body flowed like a rushing river, circulating smoothly through his meridians without the slightest stagnation.

Every time he raised his hand to block or dodged to the side, it was as precise as if it had been calculated. His moves were seamlessly connected, and there was no weakness in him that could be exploited.

Whether it's reaction speed, mana control, or judgment of the battle situation, it's all perfect.

The Black Fox Queen was filled with shock and confusion as she watched this scene.

Is this...is this really a human?

When did the human race... produce such a monster?

It must be that the owner of this body wasn't strong enough to see through that kid's weakness.

That kid must have a weakness.