Chapter 111 The Demonic Seed Falls

The Demonic Seed fell just like that, carrying with it a sense of determination and resolution.

Without a greeting, without leaving any room for maneuver,

It left naturally, freely, without a trace of nostalgia.

Marquis Zheng hadn't anticipated this situation, because it defied logic.

But fortunately, the woman had already made her move, which to a certain extent solved Marquis Zheng's embarrassment, sparing him from having to contemplate this twisted ethical dilemma.

Wu Ya was held horizontally in front of him, his qi and blood rising.

The woman's two leather whips had already sealed off the area below, but when she truly rushed forward, she used the leather rope originally tied around her waist.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

The rapid exchanges in a short period of time

surprised the woman somewhat. Her leather rope seemed to strike from tricky angles with bizarre momentum, yet the Marquis before her always managed to anticipate and react in time.

The woman attacked again, the leather rope becoming a leather whip, whipping, pulling, dragging in a dazzling series of attacks.

Marquis Zheng merely defended, defended, and defended.

If I don't attack, I can minimize openings.

Moreover, Marquis Zheng's defense was quite good. Wu Ya flipped, parried, deflected, and pushed, accurately dissolving the opponent's attacks.

The woman was genuinely surprised. She knew that the man before her came from the military, so he should be accustomed to the straightforward tactics of the military. Logically, he shouldn't be able to adapt to and discern her moves in advance.

In truth,

Marquis Zheng himself found it a bit strange.

Honestly, when facing a master wielding a leather whip, the psychological pressure is actually much greater than facing a master with a blade. With a blade, you just block it.

Numb arms, blood at the corner of the mouth, surging qi and blood, these were all expected. Whether you can win or not is another matter, at least it feels real.

But facing this kind of unpredictable attack, if you're not careful, or even when you're fully focused, you might inexplicably get a hole poked in you or be flipped over. There's really no confidence in that.

But after a few rounds, Marquis Zheng was also a bit surprised, surprised that he seemed to be able to smoothly block the opponent's ghostly moves.

In fact, this benefited from the teachings of needlework.

Si Niang's silk threads were definitely superior to the woman's in terms of application, and silk threads and leather whips had a similar rhythm in combat that was different from swords, sabers, and spears.

Sometimes fast, sometimes spinning,

Sometimes unexpected,

If you can't predict and judge in advance, you will inevitably be defeated in an instant.

Now, Marquis Zheng was becoming more and more confident in his defense. As long as you don't use absolute power to break through my defense, I can hold out until my own qi and blood are exhausted.

Furthermore, Marquis Zheng sometimes underestimated himself too much, always thinking he wasn't a martial artist, and would be as low-key as possible, but in reality, he often went out with Grandmaster Chen or the Sword Saint alone to fight smugglers. Usually, A Ming accompanied him when practicing archery, and A Cheng when practicing swordsmanship.

In terms of combat experience, he certainly couldn't compare with the Demon Kings, but he wouldn't be much worse than other martial artists of the same realm.

Ultimately, he had to thank himself for his perseverance in practicing the saber every afternoon, even when his lower back was sore and aching.

For a time,

The two battlefields on the river presented completely identical situations.

One side attacked while the other defended.

...

The Li Dragon Spear moved like a dragon, and each of the Sword Saint's strikes was extremely powerful. It was clear that Wei You could only parry, but it was also extremely difficult to break through his defense in a short period of time.

Without opening Second Grade, it was impossible to achieve quick results.

But the problem was...

Kong Shan Yang just stood there, constantly isolating the Heavenly phenomena and qi dynamic. He simply didn't directly participate in the battle, his purpose being to prevent the Sword Saint from having the slightest chance to open Second Grade.

And the Sword Saint, while continuing to suppress Wei You, had already begun to prepare to break the situation.

"He's going to attack me directly."

Kong Shan Yang shouted at this moment.

His voice seemed to form rolling sound waves on the river.

This was also a reminder,

Reminding the woman over there that the time they could buy was running out.

After all, the two of them were jointly fighting the Sword Saint of this era!

Especially since this Sword Saint's strength was even greater than when he had roamed the martial world years ago, and much greater at that.

Wei You felt that when he had sparred with the Sword Saint in Li Tian City, although he couldn't win, he could at least put up a fight for a while before ultimately being defeated.

Now, even with a Qi Refiner helping him, he was still being completely suppressed.

Even though his purpose had been discerned, the Sword Saint still forcibly retracted his sword and swept a sword qi towards Kong Shan Yang, not hesitating to leave an opening for the Li Dragon Spear.

But the Li Dragon Spear didn't covet this small advantage, but quickly retreated and held itself horizontally.

In front of Kong Shan Yang, it once again blocked the Dragon Abyss.

One had to be prepared and determined to fight a dull battle.

Even if the Sword Saint managed to pierce a hole in your body, as long as you didn't die and broke Kong Shan Yang's restrictions, Wei You truly didn't have the confidence to withstand that blow after forcibly unleashing Second Grade.

Because he could feel that the Sword Saint before him was determined to protect that Marquis of Yan.

To that end, he would do anything.

Even,

Trade his own life for the life of that Marquis of Yan.

This was the truth.

The Sword Saint wasn't Grandmaster Chen, but the Sword Saint was also Grandmaster Chen. Otherwise, the Sword Saint wouldn't have accepted Grandmaster Chen as his registered disciple, and the Sword Maiden wouldn't have called Grandmaster Chen "Junior Brother."

At other times, if Zheng Fan died, the Sword Saint would be sad, then pack his bags and perhaps take his family and livestock to live somewhere else.

But the problem was,

The Sword Saint blamed himself for everything that had happened today, because it was all caused by him.

He had done a lot for the greater good. Risking his life before the Snow Sea Pass was the last repayment to the Jin territory.

Now, he was repaying his own guilt.

If Zheng Fan really died here today, he wouldn't have the face to live on.

But alas,

The Li Dragon Spear still blocked his path, and Kong Shan Yang continued to be protected behind him.

The Sword Saint had already contributed his full strength at this moment, but he still couldn't defeat the long spear of Jin in a short time.

In contrast,

The woman over there, after receiving the reminder, finally became "serious."

It wasn't that she hadn't been serious before, but she had consciously sealed off the surrounding area. Now, she lifted her hand, and a real leather whip under the ice entered her grasp.

"Boom!"

This whip struck directly at Marquis Zheng.

This was a shift from trying to break the situation with moves and reaction awareness to forcibly striking with strength, purely bullying others with a higher realm.

Now, it could be considered to have entered the rhythm that Marquis Zheng was accustomed to.

He blocked the first strike, but both arms began to go numb.

He didn't dare to block the second strike, but quickly dodged. This kind of evasion was actually equivalent to one side having to abandon its camp during a battle between armies. In the face of this level of confrontation, the opponent would not give you a chance to rebuild your camp.

Marquis Zheng knew this very well, but he had no choice.

The leather whip didn't strike the ice, but instead swept out, lashing at Marquis Zheng, who was maneuvering away. Marquis Zheng used the blade of his saber to block, and the leather whip quickly wrapped around Wu Ya.

As expected of a divine weapon, Wu Ya quickly cracked the leather whip, but before it broke, it suddenly released its force against Wu Ya.

The woman forcibly tried to snatch the saber from Marquis Zheng's hand.

Marquis Zheng didn't let go,

Causing his whole body and the saber to be pulled into the air.

This was actually the weakest moment for a martial artist. With both feet off the ground, he couldn't borrow any strength, and in the air, he was essentially a live target for his opponent.

The woman stretched out her right hand, and the second leather whip under the ice flew out again, like a bloodthirsty python, striking fiercely at Marquis Zheng in the air, the sound of it breaking through the air almost able to rupture one's eardrums.

"Bang!"

He blocked with the back of his blade, but still took the blow head-on.

Marquis Zheng was like a spinning top, knocked down, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, his body crashing heavily downwards.

The woman immediately moved forward, wanting to take advantage of this opportunity to kill the Marquis of Great Yan in one fell swoop.

This was the most critical moment, because during the fall, Marquis Zheng's consciousness was a bit hazy, and the qi and blood in his body were collapsing and reversing due to the previous blow, making it impossible for his body to react in any way.

Having just entered Fifth Grade, Marquis Zheng had already done extremely well to persist for so long against a Third Grade expert, and he could even be praised for it.

Unfortunately,

He wasn't wearing armor. If he had the Xuan Armor on, he could probably withstand another whip.

Before his eyes,

The woman's figure seemed to appear, swift as the wind, carrying boundless killing intent.

"Snap!"

The next moment,

The ice in front of the woman cracked open, and the Fishskin Ma burst out of the ice, upside down with his feet above and hands below, in an extremely strange inverted posture.

Then, his hands and feet began to fold and stretch on their own, and the cracking of his bones sent chills down one's spine.

Moreover, Fishskin Ma was still grinning, his expression extremely comical.

This extremely terrifying scene was like a possession.

In fact, that was exactly what it was.

Fishskin Ma had been struck by Marquis Zheng's blade,

And sunk into the river.

He was definitely dead, but not completely dead yet. Then, the Demonic Seed brought him up again. Possessing a dying person was simply too easy.

This series of unbelievable actions did indeed stun the woman for a moment. Anyone facing such a scene would subconsciously raise their defenses.

But that was the only use Fishskin Ma had.

Marquis Zheng was smashed down from the air, breaking through the ice and falling into the Wangjiang River.

In fact, this fall also hurt a lot, even more than the whip strike in the air, and the damage was even greater.

Because when you saw the leather whip coming in the air, you were actually prepared mentally, with your qi and blood defending, your muscles tensed, waiting to be hit.

But after being knocked down, your body was relaxed, and your consciousness was blurred. People who are good at swimming know what it's like to fall flat into the water. It's like a whole row of slaps hitting you hard on your body. What's more, Marquis Zheng had smashed into the ice, and face first at that.

For a moment, several ribs were broken, and another mouthful of blood was spat out, but before it could come out, it was choked back by the cold river water, and the lungs seemed to explode.

And at this moment, the Demonic Seed unhesitatingly abandoned the toy it had directly broken.

With a "plop,"

It went back down from where it had come up.

Fishskin Ma's body could have enjoyed the memories of his life from childhood to adulthood as it sank to the bottom of the river, perhaps with slow-motion actions that would allow him to savor his unremarkable life, but now he had been deprived of this right, dying decisively and completely, but also fulfilling his mission.

With a wave of her hand, the woman blew Fishskin Ma's body away with her Gang wind, and then immediately rushed towards the location where the Marquis of Great Yan had fallen.

The two leather whips that had previously sealed off the ice were drawn out during the battle, and without the restrictions under the ice, she saw a red stone quickly meeting the body of the Marquis of Great Yan.

Then,

The stone seemed to be "pulling" the Marquis and began to move rapidly at the bottom of the river.

Marquis Zheng was now completely disoriented, his consciousness beginning to blur, but he was still able to instinctively sense a warmth in the dark and cold environment around him.

Even though his mind was almost stuck, he was still able to understand what was happening in an instant.

Logically speaking, sentimentality was inappropriate at this time, but he couldn't help but feel that this was a true father-son connection.

This son,

Hadn't given up on his daddy after all.

The woman was furious. She knew that her husband was risking his life to buy time for her, but she had actually let the Marquis of Great Yan enter the river.

She leaped in, driving her qi and blood without hesitation. Because of the premature birth that had greatly damaged her vitality, resulting in a fluctuating realm, she didn't hesitate to drop her realm to Fourth Grade, trading it for a fast, accurate, and ruthless underwater propulsion like a mermaid.

In a few breaths, she had closed a large distance.

She knew that the Marquis of Great Yan should have some kind of spiritual body or magical artifact with him, or even a small demon beast, but this was not a problem. The Marquis was bound to be unconscious by now.

If she caught up, she could end his life.

Finally,

She caught up.

And at this time,

Marquis Zheng, whose consciousness was almost blurred, was unable to offer any mental resistance.

It was like when an old man was dying, no one could stop his son from trying to open the family vault. It was only natural and right.

The Demonic Seed,

Entered Zheng Fan's body at this moment.

Experience,

What was the experience of the Demon King?

Among the Seven Great Demon Kings, when it came to seniority, they would deliberately exclude the Demonic Seed, because they were adopted sons, and the Demonic Seed was their real son.

It was a Demon King that even the Demon Kings feared.

When the woman finally caught up,

And reached out,

Wanting to grab the Marquis of Great Yan,

Suddenly,

The Marquis of Great Yan's body rose from the bottom of the water.

His hand,

Grabbed her hand,

His face beaming with a smile.

It was difficult to transmit sound clearly in the water.

But the words Marquis Zheng spoke were transmitted into her "ears" in an extremely unbelievable way.

"He actually said he wanted to make your son a marquis?"