Chapter Sixty: Exterminate Two More People

  Earlier, Mo Men Sheng was injured by Qin Ke'er's Bing Po technique. Among the remaining three Mo Men Sheng, he was the weakest. Wang Ke slowly approached him.

  At this time, outside the body of this demonic cultivator, several faint spiritual energy shields enveloped him. His right hand grasped a black steel spear, with a dark light flashing on its surface. His left hand held a black triangular shield, which seemed to have a strong defensive power.

  His eyes gleamed with a hint of black, vigilantly observing the surroundings, "It's relatively calm" Not far away in the white mist, Wang Ke stared at this person for a while, thinking to himself.

  The calm monk was the most difficult to deal with. Wang Ke thought for a moment and decided to use his previous battle speed, but this monk was unusually cautious, unmoved by the surrounding movements, making it also difficult for Wang Ke to make a move.

  "Hmph, since that's the case, I'll have to use force." After a brief moment, Wang Ke's eyes flashed with a cold light as he decided not to waste any more time. With a flick of his right hand, a sword technique was unleashed, and streams of sword light burst out from his body, instantly merging into the white mist.

  "Whoosh...whoosh..." Sword lights burst out of the white fog, shooting towards the Mo Gate cultivator. The Mo Gate cultivator's spiritual pressure surged upwards, his right hand holding a black steel spear that conjured up an illusion to meet the several sword lights head-on.

  "Dang, dang, dang..." The dense impact sounds echoed in the air, several sword lights were blocked by the steel spear's phantom, and one or two sword lights that broke through the steel spear's phantom defense were blocked by the cultivator's triangular shield in his left hand.

  At this time, Wang Ke was hiding in the white mist, using the sword light to launch an attack. The opponent couldn't see his position and seemed a bit passive. Sword lights surrounded the Mo Men cultivator, starting to attack, but his defense was impenetrable, and after a long while, there was no effect. At this time, the cultivator was not flustered, responding to the sword lights flying everywhere while searching for Wang Ke's figure.

  "Hmph, did you think I couldn't find your location?" A cold hum came from the cultivator's mouth, and a flash of cold light appeared in his eyes. His right hand stretched out with a steel spear, and a powerful spiritual energy burst forth from it. With a swift motion, he swung the spear around, creating a black whirlpool that engulfed him completely.

  As the black whirlpool continued to expand, the surrounding white mist began to swirl around it. Not far away, Wang Ke frowned, sensing the change in the surrounding white mist, and was about to retreat when a loud roar burst out from the black whirlpool.

  "Boom!" A sudden black whirlpool exploded, a violent airflow swept around in an instant, and the white cold mist was rolled away by this airflow. The cold mist around Wang Ke disappeared, revealing him to the eyes of the magic gate cultivators.

  "So you're here, little one, accept your death!" His gaze shifted to Wang Ke, the cultivator's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his voice was low and menacing as he charged over, his right hand thrusting out with a steel fork.

  "Hiss...!" A strong spiritual energy flashed on the steel spear, and a hissing sound was emitted in the air, as if it had been pierced by the spear. Wang could feel the sharp aura coming from the spear, and his expression changed slightly. A black Xuanwu shield suddenly appeared and blocked in front of him instantly.

  "Hmph!" The sharp steel spear had deeply pierced the Xuanwu shield, but hadn't penetrated it, as if it was stuck inside. The mage's expression changed slightly. This steel spear's power lay in its piercing ability; when he had refined it initially, he had increased its piercing power and added a hint of the hardest Gengjin metal. Generally, defensive spiritual artifacts were like paper in front of this steel spear, yet now it hadn't even pierced the opponent's defensive spiritual shield.

  Wang Ke was also stunned for a moment. He knew the defensive power of the Xuanwu shield armor, but he didn't expect this steel spear to be so powerful. However, he quickly reacted and pinched a sword seal with his right hand, instantly shooting out several sword lights from his hand. The strong cultivator rolled away, and an astonishing sword aura spread out from the sword light.

  His complexion changed slightly, the Mo Men cultivator quickly withdrew the steel spear in his hand and danced it in front of him, blocking the flying sword light outside, while Wang Ke also took this opportunity to flash his body back and retreat two steps.

  A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and a powerful spiritual pressure burst out from Wang Ke's body. Twenty sword lights flew out of his body, surrounding him in front, and with a flash of light on his right hand, the Xuan Tie flying sword also appeared and was thrown into the air by Wang Ke.

  Suddenly, the sword lights surrounding him flew up and surged into the air, flying swords merged into them one after another. After the flying swords merged with these sword lights, they burst out with astonishing cyan light, and a powerful force exploded from above.

  With his right hand pinching a sword finger, he muttered to himself, and the flying sword's cyan light flashed violently on top of his head, instantly transforming into a two-zhang-long gigantic sword that emitted a terrifying aura.

  Wang Ke's movement was only a few breaths, and the demonic cultivators opposite him felt an astonishing spiritual pressure emanating from the giant green sword, their faces turning extremely unsightly.

  He can no longer regard Wang Ke as a mid-term Nascent Soul cultivator, the spiritual pressure emanating from Wang Ke's body is much stronger than that of an ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivator.

  Realizing it's now a matter of life and death, the monk gritted his teeth, threw the steel spear in his hand, spat out a mouthful of vital blood, and with a flick of his right hand, the vital blood instantly merged into the steel spear.

  A layer of blood light flashed on the steel fork, and a strong killing intent burst out from the steel fork, flashing suddenly to his head.

  Just then, Wang Ke pointed his right hand at the giant green sword in mid-air, and instantly the giant sword flashed with a burst of green light, slashing down at the Demon Gate cultivator with a single sword energy.

  The Demon Gate cultivator hastily urged the steel spear on his head, and the blood light surged to meet it. The two collided in mid-air, and a shocking burst of spiritual power erupted.

  Fierce power swept around, instantly dispersing the surrounding cold mist. In the air, green light and red halos entwined together. A giant green sword and a blood-red steel spear were entangled in an intense struggle. However, after one breath, the dark halos surrounding the steel spear gradually dimmed.

  "How is this possible, why does he still have such a thick spiritual power?" At this time, the Mo Men cultivator's eyes widened in shock, his eyes revealing a look of astonishment. The previous battle had already consumed a lot of his energy, and his strength was less than half of what it was before. He had thought that Wang Ke would have exhausted a lot of spiritual power after fighting with Ling Feng and the others, but it wasn't so.

  A green glow quickly covered the blood-red light, and the giant sword heavily smashed onto the steel spear. In an instant, the steel spear's light dimmed and was knocked flying out, while the green giant sword surged violently towards the Demon Gate cultivator.

  The Demon Gate cultivator raised his triangular shield to block, but was cut in half by the giant sword. The spiritual energy light screen outside his body couldn't withstand even a blink of an eye and shattered. With a flash of sword energy, the giant sword split the Demon Gate cultivator in two, and a thick bloody aura spread out. As the sword light retracted, Wang Ke didn't even glance at it before flashing into the icy fog, but his face had turned much paler by then.

  The powerful spiritual power fluctuations also made the other two demon gate cultivators slightly aware, and they rushed towards the direction of the spiritual power fluctuations. However, the Ice Origin Sword Array was under Qin Ke'er's control, and the two of them were moving quickly in the icy fog, but it seemed like they were running in place.

  "Good, another one is solved." Qin Ke'er's pretty face turned pale, and she swallowed a few more spiritual pills to continue controlling the sword array. She also transmitted her voice to Wang Ke: "I can hold on for at most half an hour, we must end this battle quickly."

  In the icy fog, Wang Ke swallowed ten small spiritual pills in a row, adjusted his breath slightly, heard Qin Ke'er's transmission sound, and stood up with a changed expression, flashing towards another demon gate cultivator.

  At this time, the Mo Gate cultivator holding a circular ring was wandering in the icy fog, with black rings shooting out from his hand, stirring up the surrounding white mist, but not seeing even half of a person's shadow.

  However, at this moment, a sword light flashed out from the white fog and shot towards the monk. The monk's face changed, and he waved his right hand, sending a black light circle flying out to collide with the sword light, which was actually shattered by the light circle. In the distant white fog, Wang Ke's face had already turned red, and upon seeing the power of the light circle, his expression also became solemn.

  The person in front of him was only second to the Second Master's Youhunzi in terms of strength, and it seemed that the previous battle hadn't consumed too much of his strength. Wang thought for a moment before deciding to be more cautious.

  Hiding in the white fog, a sword light suddenly attacked and engaged in an intense battle with the Mo Gate cultivator. In the time it took to burn an incense stick, the battle was fierce. Suddenly, a strange cold glow flashed in the eyes of the Mo Gate cultivator, and a black light ring shattered one of the sword lights before rapidly shooting off in a certain direction, taking the person with it.

  "Little kid, how long are you going to hide?" He naturally saw that the sword light was emitted by Wang Ke, and since the sword light had been shooting out from one direction just now, he suddenly guessed that Wang Ke was in that direction.

  He rushed forward, and the black light ring rolled up a whirlwind that drove away a lot of white fog around him. A black figure appeared not far away, although it was a bit blurry, but it looked like a human figure. At the same time, a sword light shot out from the position of the figure. Suddenly, this cultivator burst out with strong spiritual pressure, and astonishing spiritual power poured into the light ring in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the light ring in his hand out, and instantly, it shot out with a breaking sound.

  Sword lights shot out from the position of the figure in front, all of which were shattered by the light ring. "Heh heh, go die!" The cultivator's eyes revealed a cruel expression as he watched the light ring heavily smash onto the black shadow, his mouth slightly raised with some satisfaction.

  However, at this moment, a faint sense of crisis emerged from the bottom of his heart. The monk immediately became alert and a black spiritual energy shield suddenly appeared outside his body. At the same time, more than a dozen sword lights shot towards the monk from all directions.

  "What, you're still alive?!" Just now, his own black halo had clearly already hit the opponent, how could it be possible to burst out with such an attack.

  "It's a trap!" A thought flashed through the monk's mind, and his heart felt a chill. The previous blow had already used up most of his strength, and he was now at a disadvantage.

  A dozen or so sword lights shot out, shooting at the black light shield. The defensive power of this light shield was indeed astonishing. Although it wasn't a deep blue sword light, they were all blocked.

  Just then, a black figure burst forth from the white mist, and it was Wang Ke. The flying sword in his hand emitted an astonishing spiritual power, striking the black light shield outside this person's body in an instant.

  "Ka ka......" Only to see a crack in the light mask, after a moment, it shattered and flew out, the power of the flying sword was much stronger than the sword light.

  Shattering the light shield, the flying sword flashed before the cultivator's eyes, but at this moment, a black shield emerged and blocked the flying sword in front of it.

  "Ding!" A crisp sound came, and the flying sword was actually blocked!

  "Haha, you're going to die, kid!" With Wang Ke within arm's reach, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the demonic cultivator, and his other hand lifted a palm to slap towards Wang Ke, with immense power swirling around it.

  Wang Ke's expression changed, his left hand met the incoming attack, a powerful spiritual energy also condensed in his left hand. The two palms collided, Lin Qi felt a shock throughout his body.

  "Hmph, dare to exchange palms with me? You little one, go die!" The palm of this demonic cultivator was surprisingly as hard as dark iron. With a stir in his heart, a flash of clarity passed through Wang Ke's eyes, but he didn't panic.

  "Is that so?" A faint voice came out of Wang Ke's mouth, the demon gate cultivator was stunned, and at this moment a burst of electricity exploded from the position of their palms, instantly forming a lightning net that wrapped the opposing cultivator inside.

  "Ah, you......" The monk's external spiritual energy began to fluctuate violently. Although this thunder net wouldn't cause him much harm, at this moment more than half of his body had already become numb.

  "Hmm" was all he said, and with a flick of his right hand, the flying sword appeared at the opponent's neck. Without hesitation, one swift slash, and instantly a head flew out, blood gushing out.