manynovel Chapter 209 The Death of Qingfeng
Chapter 209 The Death of Qingfeng
Chapter 209 The Death of Qingfeng
Mingpo simply brought the dagger to her lips and gently licked it.
Under the chilling gazes of the other three, Mingpo revealed a gentle, almost benevolent smile.
The faint glow of the rock formations obscured half of Mingpo's face, making him appear like a demon.
"Ah—it smells like a lie."
Mingpo said leisurely, "Qingfeng, right? Why didn't you let me explain things to him?"
"Is there something you're trying to hide?"
Is it because you're taking advantage of him?
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Since you're teammates, did you tell him the truth?
Or perhaps—
When Mingpo got to this point...
Qingfeng drew his sword again and attacked.
As she charged forward, a violent gale erupted from the tunnel!
The storm was so intense that the other two couldn't even open their eyes.
Mingpo simply replied casually, "You really don't trust him at all?"
When he got close, Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Only when she got closer did she realize that Mingpo hadn't opened her eyes at all!
Ding!
With her eyes closed, Mingpo once again parried Qingfeng's longsword.
The blade of Qingfeng's sword was deflected.
So she flipped her wrist, and the sword was turned sideways.
The fierce hurricane roared and wind blades spewed out from both sides. Taking advantage of the momentum, she used the storm as a propulsion device, slamming the sword horizontally towards Mingpo like a baseball bat!
Just then, she suddenly heard a buzzing noise behind her that amplified instantly, like the buzzing of flies.
Even so, Qingfeng was still unwilling to back down.
A fierce glint flashed in her eyes; she was determined to perish together with Mingpo!
With a whooshing sound like kicking a motorcycle, Qingfeng's sword blade spewed out a violent blast of air and slammed down!
Mingpo extended her left hand, barely managing to block Qingfeng's attack. Even though her eyes were closed, it was as if she could see something.
But Mingpo could see her attacks, yet she didn't know her abilities—the extent to which they were capable.
The moment Qingfeng's jet-powered longsword struck Mingpo's left arm, it canceled the jet-powered attack on the "upper side." The lower side, however, continued to emit jets.
In an instant, the blade shifted upwards.
Mingpo jerked back, and the sword blade only sliced off the hair on Mingpo's forehead.
If this sword strike lands squarely, Mingpo's head will fly off instantly!
However—it cannot be said that Qingfeng's attack missed.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Mingpo's left hand, which was blocking the way, had two fingers chopped off!
The bone on the outer side of the forearm was cut in half, exposing the bone marrow inside. The wrist was severed in half, and the little finger and ring finger were completely cut off, while the middle finger was also beheaded.
Mingpo's face turned pale instantly.
The excruciating pain nearly overwhelmed Mingper's consciousness.
But he didn't collapse, nor did he cry out in pain. Because that part of his emotion had been erased by Mingpo.
Qingfeng was also not in good condition.
Because, accompanied by a buzzing sound like flies approaching, the drone exploded with a bang behind her!
Those were the drones that Shen Yiqi released earlier!
In order to behead Mingpo, Qingfeng exposed himself to Shen Yiqi's attack range.
If it weren't for concerns about Mingpo's safety, it would have exploded closer to Qingfeng. In that case, Qingfeng would have been instantly blown to pieces—but her broken bones and the wreckage of the drone would have left Mingpo a bloody mess, and most importantly, her "eyeball" would have been damaged.
It exploded a little further away, but still managed to burn through Qingfeng's clothes on his back. His back, which might have been fair before, was now a bloody mess, almost completely rotten.
Even so, Qingfeng launched another attack.
"What are you waiting for!"
She roared at the top of her lungs in near rage.
The slender longsword, carrying the weight of the storm, was swung out with extreme force.
And at the moment it approaches the amber, it releases the opposing force, thus creating a powerful and crushing effect.
It is precisely this mechanism that makes her longsword, when wielded, as unstoppable as a giant sword.
The sound of a dagger being drawn rang out.
On the blade of the Silver Oak Blade, the dark red blade pattern, resembling a bloodstain, flashed by in the darkness.
iZongZong—ZongiZong—The heavy sword blade was deflected by the dagger.
Two side slashes, followed by a spinning top-like follow-through slash. Her attack rhythm was extremely unpredictable. Just when you thought the blade was about to fall, it would suddenly pause in mid-air, gathering momentum; and when you thought the blade was still far away, her movements would suddenly accelerate.
Mingpo was repeatedly repelled; after all, his strength alone was no match for Qingfeng's.
This technique, which uses the direction of airflow around the blade to achieve the effect of "manual fast and slow blade," is truly a "master-level killer."
It's difficult to counter fast and slow blade attacks by relying solely on prediction. The more skilled the fighter, the more honed their instincts become. Forcibly avoiding the attack points prompted by these instincts often creates an advantage.
—But coincidentally, Mingpo's skills in this area are basically at the level of a novice.
He relies entirely on his reflexes.
He could "see" a ball of flame attacking him even with his eyes closed, directly observing the landing point of each strike, rather than predicting the movements in advance through the initial stance. Therefore, he was not so afraid of Qingfeng's fast and slow blades.
Sparks, like those from a blacksmith's hammer, exploded repeatedly in the darkness, only to vanish in an instant.
She raised her leg, intending to kick Mingpo in the knee.
But at that very moment, a pity and hesitation suddenly arose in her heart.
Before Qingfeng could figure out where this strange, abrupt emotion came from, her movements had already hesitated for a moment.
In that instant, Mingpo stepped forward and kicked her hard in the knee!
Gala—
With a sharp crack and a suppressed groan, Qingfeng's left knee was shattered by Mingpo's kick!
The pain instantly shattered the allure, and the filter that Mingpo had cast upon her crumbled. She felt no pity for Mingpo whatsoever.
But it's too late.
Mingpo fell to the ground due to the reaction force, her tailbone throbbing painfully. Her back tingled.
Qingfeng fell backward. The moment her bloodied, mangled back hit the pebbles on the ground, she held her breath in pain, her mind going blank. She even suspected that for a fleeting moment, she had indeed blacked out from the pain.
Let's make a pact.
At that moment, black flames rose from the darkness.
That thing finally moved—
It was almost over when it finally moved—
This thought surfaced in Qingfeng's hazy consciousness.
Lay down your weapons!
A majestic voice rang out.
As a black flame spread, Mingpo's blade automatically retracted. Even if he pressed the switch again, it wouldn't obey him.
A cross-shaped black and red seal appeared out of nowhere and completely bound it.
Qingfeng suddenly looked up, his face showing astonishment.
Because among those who are oppressed—even she herself is included!
Her weapon was completely disarmed; the cyan longsword was released from her hand and then pressed back into its sheath.
What are you doing?!
Aren't you my teammate?!
"—You're very capable, Qingfeng."
Mingbo said softly, "But you have one very important flaw."
He looked down at his left hand. He discovered that he couldn't even make a fist, let alone hold a weapon. A third of his palm had been severed, perhaps including the ligaments connecting it to the palm.
You don't understand people's hearts.
Mingbo said in a low voice, "Do you think covering up the truth will work?"
When your teammates start to doubt you —
"It's too late to cover it up now."
"The Contractor of Black Flame" slowly walked out.
His originally deep green pupils were now surrounded by a layer of dull yellow.
He was expressionless and silent, clearly under Mingpo's control.
In his hesitation, in his fear, in his breakdown—he had already proactively softened his mental defenses.
Although the control time won't be too long, it's enough.
"Kill her—but don't hurt her eyes."
Mingpo, who had collapsed to the ground, weakly gave the order.
As the battle ended, cold sweat began to bead on Mingpo's forehead. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his left arm with his right hand. The pain had made Mingpo's face turn as red as a boiled shrimp.
The "Black Flame Contractor" walked step by step toward Qingfeng, who was slumped on the ground.
Qingfeng didn't resist. She just stared at them, breathing heavily.
Her leg was already broken, so there was no way she could run away now.
As the "Black Flame Contractor" drew ever closer, her breathing grew heavier and more rapid.
The "Black Flame Contractor" stood expressionless beside her and picked up the cyan longsword.
As his fingers slowly pushed from the end of the scabbard to the head, the longsword, which had been dull, was reactivated.
He slowly walked to Qingfeng, who was slumped on the ground, panting heavily, and watched her slowly draw her longsword.
He solemnly raised his sword as if performing some sacred ritual.
Aim at her chest.
Then, he suddenly stabbed down!
Even without removing his clothes, he precisely pierced the lung with the blade, reaching the heart, simply by sight.
In that instant, Qingfeng's body froze.
The light in her eyes dimmed rapidly. Her lips moved as she looked at her companion, as if she wanted to say something—but only blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
As the sword was pulled out, blood splattered. Her stiff body slowly went limp again.
Qingfeng is dead.
The game's designer was, in fact, the first person to die.
The Spider game has completely spiraled out of control—
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