Chapter 490: Life and Death
"Ah...sister, save me...!" He Qingle let out a heart-wrenching scream, struggling desperately, trying to grab He Qinghuan with both hands, but her body was tightly held by the old ghost of the silver corpse, and she could not reach her sister in front of her.
He Qinghuan turned around and stared at the scene blankly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her mind was blank, as if she was scared silly.
After a moment, she finally came to her senses and screamed: "Sister...! No...!"
Before she finished speaking, she was like crazy, raising her sword to chop at the old ghost of the Yin corpse.
Since she could remember, she had never seen the appearance of her relatives except her sister. She had always depended on her sister He Qingle for life until she met the old ghost, which opened up a more miserable life.
Her sister was everything to her, and she could not imagine how she would live without her sister!
He Qinghuan's flying sword kept falling on the old ghost of the Yin corpse, making bursts of metal and iron intersecting sounds, as if hitting a spiritual treasure, and could not hurt it at all.
At this time, He Qingle's body had collapsed, her face was pale, her pupils gradually blurred, and her eyes were glancing at her crazy sister He Qinghuan.
After all... can't escape from the palm of this evil ghost!
Sister, Qingle never regrets being able to be sisters with you in this life!
If there is an afterlife... I really want to... be a man, and not suffer like a woman!
He Qingle's breath completely disappeared, and she died.
Seeing this scene, tears silently dripped from the corners of He Qinghuan's eyes, and her appearance was even more crazy. While slashing at the old ghost of the silver corpse, she said nonsense: "I will kill you, kill you, you have insulted my sister for half a lifetime, it is not enough, it is not enough...!"
Seeing that He Qingle had no breath, the old ghost of the silver corpse let go, and then threw her body away heavily, and grabbed the left arm of He Qinghuan who was attacking blindly.
He Qinghuan was caught by the old ghost, and fear deep in his bones appeared in his eyes, and he tried to break free.
But the old ghost's hand was stronger than iron and steel, and she couldn't break free even if she tried her best.
After the old ghost grabbed He Qinghuan's arm, he opened his mouth without hesitation to bite.
Seeing this, He Qinghuan gritted his teeth, a fierce look flashed across his face, and he swung his sword to cut off the left arm that was grabbed by the old ghost.
After the arm was cut off, He Qinghuan looked at her sister's body on the ground with determination, covered the broken arm and turned around and ran away without saying a word.
The old ghost let out a roar, threw away the broken arm in his hand, and turned into a residual shadow to chase He Qinghuan.
The old ghost's speed was amazing. He Qinghuan had just run out for more than ten feet when he was caught up by the old ghost and slapped He Qinghuan's temple with a slap.
He Qinghuan felt the strong wind behind his head, his face was ashen, and a look of relief flashed in his eyes.
Why is the world so unfair? Why did my sister and I meet this old ghost and have a miserable life!
Sister, sister is here to accompany you!
Bang!
The old ghost smashed He Qinghuan's head into pieces with one palm, and he died a miserable death!
Duan Qing, who retreated more than ten feet away in the chaos, saw this scene and couldn't help sighing.
From what He Qinghuan and her sister said, he could imagine the tragic life of the two.
However, there are thousands of unfortunate people in the world, and he did not sympathize with them.
There must be something hateful about pitiful people. If the two had left immediately after achieving their goals and did not trouble him, they would not have ended up like this.
Moreover, the motives of the two to find him to enter the Ten Thousand Corpses Cave were not pure at the beginning. They were harboring evil intentions and deserved to die.
Looking at the dying Fantasy Butterfly in his hand again, Duan Qing felt distressed and even more depressed.
He deserved to die for hurting his Fantasy Butterfly!
He spent so much effort to hatch the Fantasy Butterfly, and he was almost killed by someone when he used it for the first time!
Fortunately, He Qinghuan's flying knife was a little off and did not hit the Fantasy Butterfly's vital point, otherwise the little thing would have died on the spot.
However, the state of the Illusion Butterfly was not much better than death at this time. Its breath was extremely weak in his hands, and it seemed that it would die at any time, even worse than before hatching.
Duan Qing was so distressed that he almost vomited blood.
However, he had no time to rescue the Illusion Butterfly at this time, and could only put the little thing into the spirit beast ring first.
At this time, the old silver corpse ghost was attacking him after dealing with He Qinghuan.
Duan Qing looked at the attacking old silver corpse ghost, and the fighting spirit rose in his eyes.
At present, his body has not fully recovered. The reason why he still took the risk to stay here is naturally that he did not want to miss the silver corpse that came to his door.
He also took the opportunity to experience the strength of the silver corpse.
The old silver corpse ghost was very fast, and Duan Qing estimated that it should be about the same as an ordinary middle-stage spirit sea realm.
After such a while, his strength was only restored to about 50%, and he would definitely not be able to run faster than the old ghost.
But he did not intend to run.
Seeing the old silver corpse ghost attacking him, Duan Qing tightened the red spirit sword in his hand, swung the sword heavily and slashed it diagonally, hitting the old silver corpse ghost on the shoulder, and directly forced it back several steps.
After one move, Duan Qing was secretly shocked.
The body of this silver corpse is so strong that it is no different from a spiritual treasure!
His sword did almost no damage to it, but instead made his palm numb.
The old silver corpse ghost was forced back by Duan Qing's sword, let out a low roar, and then attacked Duan Qing again.
Seeing this, Duan Qing took the initiative to meet it with his sword and fought with it.
Although his strength has not yet fully recovered, he has extremely rich combat experience. Facing the old silver corpse ghost with low intelligence, even without using any magic, he seems to be at ease.
It's not that he can't use magic, but he deliberately doesn't use it.
As his body gradually recovered, he was able to mobilize the spiritual power in the sea of qi.
The reason why he didn't use it was because he had his concerns.
In fact, not long after entering the Ten Thousand Corpses Cave, he noticed something.
When dealing with the Yin corpse, the He Qinghuan sisters did not use any magic, not even the sword control technique, and relied purely on swordsmanship.
Even when the two wanted to take his life just now, they did not use magic.
This is very strange.
It is impossible that the two of them did not know how to use it, but they did not use it.
There is obviously only one possibility in this situation, not that the two did not use it, but that they could not use it, or they did not dare to use it.
Therefore, knowing that there might be risks in using magic, and being entangled with the old ghost of the silver corpse, how could he take this risk.
Anyway, the old ghost of the silver corpse could not hurt him.
In this way, Duan Qing and the old ghost of the silver corpse were entangled in a fight.
Before his strength was fully recovered, Duan Qing could not hurt the silver corpse in a short time, and with his superb swordsmanship, the old ghost of the silver corpse could not do anything to Duan Qing.
This situation was gradually broken as Duan Qing's strength recovered more and more.
After about two cups of tea, Duan Qing felt that his body had completely gotten rid of the effect of the poison and his strength was fully restored. He couldn't help but smile with joy. He immediately used all his strength and slashed at the chest of the Silver Corpse Ghost with a sword.
This sword directly cut a hole in the chest of the Silver Corpse Ghost.
After his body was fully restored, not only was his strength, but his speed was also slightly better than the Silver Corpse Ghost.
With his strength and speed slightly better than the Silver Corpse Ghost, Duan Qing only spent a dozen breaths to slash the Silver Corpse Ghost with his sword.