I make a contract with myself

Chapter 443 All Grudges Settled

On the other side, Sun Yan wielded the Four Swords of Zhuxian, but his attacks on Ning Yi were weak and feeble.

It was nowhere near as domineering and unstoppable as that single shot.

Ning Yi held the knife in one hand, responding flawlessly.

"I have to admit, you are very strong, truly worthy of being the most perfect human being."

"Tsk, stop always talking about the most perfect human. I've been working my butt off and putting in just as much effort as you guys."

"...It's a real pity, this is our first battle, and also our last."

"You're starting to feel sorry for each other now? You should just go die!"

Sun Yan's face darkened, and he immediately set up the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, placing the two of them within it.

Previously, in the Sword Dao Secret Realm, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram was torn to shreds by the Tender Affection Sword, but now a new one has been forged, and it is even stronger.

The Immortal Slaughtering Formation stretches for hundreds of miles, its sword energy raging and rampant.

Ning Yi had no choice but to fight and heal his wounds simultaneously, putting him in a perilous situation.

On the other hand, Sun Yan had nearly 90% of his spiritual energy depleted, and the loopholes in his attacks always gave Ning Yi an opportunity to continue delaying.

Right now, the two of them are focused on recovering.

Unfortunately, there are always people who don't play by the rules.

Sun Yan activated his spiritual realm, summoning the old tortoise and Meng'er, who then joined Shadow Commander in a group fight.

Ning Yi summoned the low-health War Dragon.

Sun Yan: "..."

Ning Yi: "..."

Neither of them said anything to the other.

Most people with abundant martial virtue are already dead.

Staying alive is the most important thing!

The two and the four spirits were locked in a fierce battle.

There's nothing much to see; it's just the last struggle of three crippled individuals. It's certainly thrilling and exciting, since their lives are at stake. One or two of them are incredibly cunning and scheming.

The sheer variety of items, such as clones, puppets, poison pills, and life-saving treasures and trump cards, is dazzling.

Mu Nian deliberately said, "Sun Yan is one thing, he was forced into it, but how could the Holy Son of the Lingjue Holy Land resort to such dirty methods..."

Jun Wuzhi remained expressionless: "That kid's puppet..."

Mu Nian readily admitted, "It was refined by this Palace Master, and it was made from the corpses of your disciples."

Jun Wuzhi: "..."

Who are you trying to fool?!

None of those humanoid puppets had flesh and blood; they were clearly magical artifacts.

Mu Nian, aside from having a slightly skewed view on love and being vengeful, is otherwise quite alright. He's incapable of doing something like turning a living person into a corpse.

“Palace Master Mu, once this matter is resolved, we can exchange our thoughts,” Cui Sisi said at the opportune moment.

"I don't play with corpses," Mu Nian refused.

"You're a puppeteer, I have a good idea..."

"No interest, I want to stay with my older sister."

"..."

Cui Sisi was speechless for a moment, so she had no choice but to try to persuade Liu Xian.

As for the life-or-death battles on the arena, the experts present had exceptional eyesight and could generally make their judgments.

Sun Yan's methods and trump cards are full of ingenious ideas that are truly eye-opening.

Take, for example, the gourd in his hand, which is filled with the spiritual energy he cultivated. One sip is equivalent to a top-grade Qi-restoring pill.

With this two-pronged approach, the speed at which spiritual energy is restored far exceeds the speed at which Ning Yi's injuries are rapidly healed.

The four swords of Zhuxian merged into one, merging with the Zhuxian Formation Diagram, and transformed into the sword in Sun Yan's hand.

"Any last words?" Sun Yan asked arrogantly.

"Heh, I don't think I'll die." Ning Yi, knife in hand, dragged his wounded body and charged forward.

Swords clashed, followed by a dense, resounding clang, like a sudden storm.

The sword is the symbol of killing and warfare.

The sword, advancing fearlessly.

Neither is superior to the other; both are weapons of killing.

At this moment, in this place, the two used all the skills they had acquired in their lives, acting as if they were possessed by madmen.

Ning Yi cultivates both Taoism and martial arts, with his spells and martial arts skills perfectly combined. Everything he uses and learns is top-notch, so even if he is injured, he cannot let his guard down.

Sun Yan used the same few moves over and over again. The moves weren't new, but they were extremely effective, allowing him to adapt to any situation with unchanging tactics.

The two fought each other for three days and three nights.

During this time, Lin Xiaoyu, accompanied by Sun Yan's spirit, fought a fierce battle with Mu Wanyi, with no clear victor.

Until the balance is broken, the situation changes rapidly.

Sun Yan took the blow with his head.

The blade struck the demon mask, causing his head to jerk to the side, nearly snapping his neck.

Fortunately, his bones were strong, and his neck wasn't broken.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he instantly split his sword into four, thrusting them one after another at the wounded areas on Ning Yi's body.

Pupil Domain!

The illusion shifted, and two more swords were thrust out in quick succession.

The Snow Sun Sword and the Azure Glass Sword are both divine swords.

It doesn't matter if I can't replicate the full power, since the opponent is also severely injured, just like me.

After fighting for so long, both of them were covered in blood, countless magical artifacts were destroyed, and they had long since run out of pills.

The two bloodied men were exhausted and were now locked in a battle of willpower... and endurance.

Clearly, all that multi-element refinement hadn't been in vain. It made Sun Yan's body and soul extraordinary, secretly accumulating some power, which he unleashed at the most opportune moment, reversing the situation in one fell swoop.

Having fought to this point, I never expected that this very body would still help me...

Sun Yan, dragging his exhausted body, threw a punch.

"what!"

Ning Yi exerted all his strength and slashed with his sword.

Sun Yan was stabbed; the blade had reached his bone, but he couldn't cut any further.

It wasn't just because his bones were hard; when Ning Yi swung his sword down, his heart meridian was already shattered.

Between his eyebrows, his divine soul condensed into a needle, his last trump card in his dying counterattack.

Despite the pain, Sun Yan used the power of the dead soul to crush it.

The Holy Land of Spiritual Desolation, the Holy Son Ning Yi, has fallen!

Sun Yan was panting heavily, and he longed to lie down and sleep.

Unfortunately, it was a two-on-two fight, and one of the spirit masters was still alive.

However, the Life Dragon is taking in little air and exhaling much air, so it's not far from death and there's no need to worry about it.

Mu Wanyi's other spirits were extremely exhausted, and their battle with Lin Xiaoyu was still at a stalemate.

"Husband..."

Mu Wanyi glanced at the person falling from the sky, her eyes filled with tears.

Old grudges remain unresolved, and new hatreds arise.

The arena is a battleground where both skill and life are determined, so Sun Yan wouldn't talk to her about martial ethics.

The Invincible Technique was operating rapidly, restoring spiritual energy and repairing various injuries, although the effect was not very significant.

Xiaoyou simply couldn't free her hands.

"Mio, it's all up to you."

Sun Yan opened the Spirit Realm and risked summoning Mio.

A cultivation level of Rank 4 Spirit is really not enough to stand out on a life-or-death arena.

They can't even withstand the aftershocks; they could easily be killed by the shockwave.

However, he had no better options at the moment. After all, he had finished all the pills, his magic gourd was empty, and his injuries were still severe, leaving him with less than one-tenth of his original fighting strength.

Wanting to fight alongside his master, he had to recover as quickly as possible, so he couldn't worry about the risks.

Fortunately, although Mu Wanyi was strong, she was not overwhelmingly powerful.

Holding the Supreme Umbrella, Lin Xiaoyu only needed to activate the magic weapon without needing to perform any hand seals, and the power of the eight elements flew through the sky like a machine gun.

His robes are incredibly defensive, the beads on his bracelet have a supportive effect, a large seal sits atop his head, several magical artifacts float behind him, and even his embroidered shoes have wings—he's definitely a whale (someone who spends a lot of money on in-game purchases).

A born Taoist master is not only highly talented, quick to cast spells, and powerful, but also wields magical artifacts with ease.

One has more spirits, the other has more magical artifacts; even if they were given three more days, it would probably be difficult to determine a winner.

The difference in cultivation level was erased by Sun Yan's spirit.

The battle has been at a stalemate until now, with both women only sustaining injuries, not dying.

Until Ning Yi's death and Sun Yan's intervention, no matter how powerful she was or how many methods she had, she was powerless to reverse the situation.

The Holy Land of Lingjue, the Holy Maiden Mu Wanyi, has fallen!