Chapter 980 The Time Has Come for the Retribution of Good and Evil

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"Ah-"

There was another scar with blood on Xue Jianing's fair neck.

She stood in the wind, shaky, and could only barely half-open her eyes to look at the Leng Rakshasa opposite.

Although Leng Rakshasa was only three meters away from her at this time, the distance seemed to be a moat.

This is the huge gap between ancient warriors and ancient Qi warriors!

"This blow will kill you!"

Leng Rakshasa drank with a cold voice, and prepared to raise the Wind Demon Shadowless Fan in his hand again.

Judging from its momentum, this blow must not be as trivial as before, it must be a lore move.

Xue Jianing was exhausted and covered in paint, as if she would fall down at any time.

"Ding! Automatically trigger the proficient education ability to improve the apprentice's comprehension ability."

Ye Hong was shocked.

At the time of life and death, Xue Jianing's mind suddenly became clear.

The key to [Qi] that Ye Hong told her in the past is now combined with the insights from today's competition, and inspiration is like a torrent, constantly emerging from my mind.

"So...this is [Qi]!"

Xue Jianing's round eyes widened angrily, and a dense breath emerged in her eyes.

At this time, Leng Luosha was proudly holding up the iron fan, and did not notice Xue Jianing's abnormality.

"If there is a flaw, it is now!"

Xue Jianing folded her hands in a cross shape, and aimed at Leng Rakshasa several meters away.

That move, taught by Ye Hong, that she had never been able to comprehend, but at this moment, she had a clear mind, and she naturally used it.

"Yewu Zhendian·Yiyin..."

A dense breath suddenly emerged from Xue Jianing's hand and wrapped around her palm.

"Cross Kill!"

Xue Jianing drank vigorously, and the breath in her hand instantly melted into the air.

Between the voids, an ethereal and transparent palm print faintly flashed.

"boom!"

A muffled sound came from Leng Luosha's chest.

She kept her fan-raising posture, staring blankly at the huge wound on her chest.

Leng Rakshasa's chest was completely sunken, and the dent happened to look like a palm print.

The look in her eyes became more and more dim, she glanced at Xue Jianing weakly, and then turned to look at Ye Hong beside her.

Ye Hong frowned slightly and took a sip of coffee slowly.

"Yewu Zhendian...Awesome..."

After Leng Rakshasa said the last sentence of his life, his body fell backwards.

The iron fan fell heavily on the ground, hitting Leng Luosha's temperatureless body.

Leng Raksha, the master of the iron fan gate of a generation of ancient martial arts, died today in the hands of a woman who had just broken through the realm of ancient martial arts.

Perhaps Leng Rakshasa's fate was already doomed when she came to snatch the Xue style Taijiquan manual more than ten years ago.

One drink and one peck, there is a certain number.

Good and evil are rewarded, the time has come!

Xue Jianing's face was filled with the pleasure of getting revenge, and then her body became unstable, and her delicate body fell backwards.

A figure suddenly flashed behind her and caught her firmly.

"Master, did the disciple not embarrass you?"

Lying in Ye Hong's arms, Xue Jianing asked with a weak smile.

Ye Hong smiled and shook his head.

"Ding! Disciple's realm breakthrough, enlightenment ability +1!"

"Ding! The apprentice defeats a strong enemy, and the education ability +1!"

"Ding! The apprentice uses the moves taught by the host to defeat the enemy. The host teaches well, and the education ability +1!"

"Ding! The host's self-created ancient qi martial arts moves successfully, martial arts creation ability +1, current progress: 1/10, current level: entry level."

"Ding! Trigger ability linkage, breath perception +1, martial arts +1..."