Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

As he spoke, he took out packets of powder from the Rat Stone, sprinkled them all on a Ganoderma lucidum as if they were seasonings, and then swallowed them whole.

Changge frowned as he looked at Changqing, who was a little embarrassed and a little crazy, with a hint of pity in his voice.

"You have turned yourself into a half-human, half-ghost, even if you get what you want, what's the point."

"Hehe..."

Changqing smiled, and for some reason a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, with a strange black color.

Not only that, even his eyes, nose, and ears were bleeding black pus and blood.

But he did not show any expression of pain, restrained his smile, and still looked at Changge calmly.

"Why, are you sure that you will go all the way and never look back?"

Although Changge said this, his expression became solemn.

At first, he just thought that Changqing had something to do with the evil way.

Later, he found that Chang Qing was hiding his true power and was far more sinister and vicious than he had imagined.

And now he has completely regarded Chang Qing as a monster.

Even if he is his brother no matter what, even if he killed him today and was a demon-killer, how would he judge his merits and demerits in the future?

His identity is too sensitive. Is it worth it to bear the stigma of kinslayer for nothing?

There is no third pair of eyes here. Who can prove that all this is not a self-directed and self-acted game he set up to get rid of his brother with a narrow mind?

No, it is not like that.

The Lingyu family is a righteous family. Whether it is the patriarch, the master of the academy, or the book, they all teach this truth.

People who have fallen too deeply into the evil way can no longer be regarded as human beings and have lost their qualifications to be human beings.

Moreover, if he wants, he can make Chang Qing disappear without anyone noticing.

No, there is no need to do this. He is killing the evil way. This is no longer his brother. Even if people know about it, it doesn’t matter.

"No matter how many tricks you have, just use them. Don't be so mysterious. I will kill you today."

Thinking of this, Changge's eyes regained their firmness and he took a stance.

And Changqing just raised the long sword he had just sharpened.

With a "puff".

Blood flew everywhere.

Changqing actually swung his sword and chopped directly at his neck.

A large amount of blood mist instantly spurted out from his neck, far more than the sword that Changge had just chopped him with.

If it were an ordinary person, even if his neck was cut open, even if the blood mist spurted out, he would stop immediately, because his blood pressure would drop to a very low level in an instant.

And Changqing had blood energy and had just eaten Ganoderma lucidum. If he wanted, he could keep spurting out, anyway, he could continue to eat Ganoderma lucidum to replenish it.

There are many ways to kill him by external force, beheading, dismembering, smashing into meat paste, but it never includes bleeding.

The blood mist spurting out from his neck was extremely strange, it was dark red, and there was no sign of stopping at all.

In a few breaths, the blood mist actually floated in the air, forming a light mist that diffused the entire cave.

Changge's vision suddenly became blurred.

He could only vaguely see the figure belonging to Changqing not far away, who was twisting his chopped neck into a terrifying angle and staring at him.

In a moment, the blood mist had completely covered the cave. Changqing and Changge were separated by some distance and could no longer see each other.

With a "ding" sound, a long sword cut through the blood mist and slashed towards Changge, but was easily blocked by the soft sword in his hand.

"I thought it was some kind of trick, but it was just a despicable trick. Power!"

Changge bounced Changqing away with a sword, and the soft sword in his hand turned into a giant sword like a mountain again, sweeping in the direction of Changqing's retreat.

The giant sword was like a long wind breaking through the waves, breaking a huge gap in the blood mist.

With a "bang", Chang Qing held the long sword across his chest and barely blocked the attack, but was knocked back several meters by Chang Ge.

"Quick!"

The giant sword turned into two swords, and Chang Ge flew very fast. With a kick of his feet, he flew towards the gap he had torn in the blood mist like a swift flying close to the ground.

The two fought again, and Chang Ge changed his target this time. He also found that Chang Qing was just like the black-clothed evil in the spiritual vein, with a strong self-healing ability.

So his target has changed from Chang Qing's vital points to the long sword in his hand.

He saw that the long sword in Chang Qing's hand was just an ordinary item, and it could only barely support it with the reinforcement of several imperial spirits.

But imperial spirits also have limits.

To break this limit, the long sword must rely on its own strength to take the damage.

So as long as Chang Ge's every attack breaks this limit, what awaits Chang Qing is bound to be the end of a broken sword.

Chang Ge also saw it, if we only look at the body, Chang Qing is also a mortal, and his sword is no different from killing pigs and sheep.

At that time, just behead him.

No, cut him into a human stick, then behead him, there is no way he can't be killed.

So Changge began to stare at the weapon in Changqing's hand. He was already entangled with Changqing. The distance between the two was close enough. Even if the blood mist was thicker and deeper, it could hardly play any role in obscuring the vision.

Changge's two swords slashed on Changqing's long sword in succession, just like hitting the seven inches of a snake. As his speed increased, every strike began to make the long sword scream.

Sparks flew under his slash, iron filings flew, and it was on the verge of collapse.

"Bang."

The sharp spirit of the strengthened long sword was shattered.

"Bang."

With another sword from Changge, the tough spirit was shattered.

"Bang, bang"

Not only the hard spirit, but even the sword wind spirit that Tang Zichen won, which was quite powerful among the mysterious spirits, was broken and completely destroyed.

In the end, only the snow blade was left, which could not stand alone.

The long sword in Chang Qing's hand had almost become a piece of scrap iron, covered with cracks and jagged teeth, and was about to fall.

How could Chang Qing not see Chang Ge's plan.

But he remained calm.

Seeing victory in sight, Chang Ge turned the two swords into strange soft swords and chopped them with all his strength.

"Phantom!"

The soft sword was like the last death god, entangled with the already dilapidated long sword, like a rope strangling a person's throat.

A sound of metal and iron interlacing sounded, and the soft sword directly smashed the long sword into scattered fragments.

The snow blade returned to Chang Qing's acupoint in an instant. It seemed that the Yuling made by Shi Qiuqi himself really had some tricks and did not break with the long sword.

But it was no longer important.

Chang Ge saw that he had broken Chang Qing's weapon, and immediately attacked Chang Qing with the soft sword in his hand again.

This time, without a weapon to defend himself, Chang Qing could only raise his arms to block his chest.

However, the soft sword was like a flexible long snake, piercing directly into his chest along the gap between his arms.