Has the Female Lead Turned Villainous Today? [Quick Transmigration] 95p1

Chapter 095: World Four [17-1]

Ling Yilin’s statement successfully enraged the sword cultivator, making him laugh in anger.

“Good, good. I’ll take this bet with you, but I don’t want you to commit suicide to atone for your crime. If I win, I also want you to be my slave, a dog that grovels at my feet!” the sword cultivator said, his voice unconsciously rising, completely losing his previous dignified appearance.

“Then let’s go,” Ling Yilin said, letting go of Meng Jiuge’s hand and walking towards an open space in the distance.

The sword cultivator snorted coldly, also holding his own weapon, and stood opposite Ling Yilin.

Their eyes met. Without the need for any extra words, the two of them made a move together. The pure black long sword and the silver-white long sword with a cold glint crossed, colliding with a crisp sound.

【Just an ordinary magic weapon. If I weren’t worried about you being exposed, Master, I could have cut it in half like cutting tofu!】 Xiao Qi said unconvinced, suppressing its own strength to a level similar to the other party’s, to prevent a certain sword cultivator from finding a reason in the quality of the weapon after he lost, and being unwilling to admit that he was a good-for-nothing.

A Golden Core stage cultivator’s power when they went all out was still very strong. Yan Zhiming had no choice but to retreat with her own little disciple. At the same time, she was glad that the barrier here had not yet been lifted. Otherwise, someone would definitely have called the police or filmed a video and posted it online.

In just three minutes, the two holding the swords had already exchanged over a hundred moves. As the number of exchanges increased, cold sweat couldn’t help but appear on the sword cultivator’s forehead.

Any cultivator was very clear that the advantage of the human race lay in their comprehension and inheritance, as well as their racial talent that could accommodate almost all daoist techniques. A human could cultivate spells, refine their body, research pills, and delve into talismans.

In comparison, the talent of the demon race was not so broad. They basically became strong by relying on their racial talent and inherited memories. Very few of the demon race could research pills and refine weapons while also tempering their bodies.

A sword cultivator was a sword cultivator, but his storage ring was definitely not short of talismans with various effects, and even precious scrolls that had been passed down from his sect.

Realizing that he might not be able to beat the demon race in front of him, the sword cultivator also couldn’t care about the pride of a sword cultivator. After getting a chance to catch his breath, he took out a talisman from his space ring and threw it at Ling Yilin like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, trying to use external force to defeat Ling Yilin.

The sword cultivator’s intention was very simple. He wanted to use the talisman to stack a low buff on Ling Yilin and at the same time, have her divert her attention to deal with the talisman, thus creating an opportunity for him to sneak attack.

This kind of move was not too excessive, but in a situation where it was tacitly agreed to only use swordsmanship to decide the winner, to suddenly use a large number of talismans was undoubtedly the act of a villain.

However, the sword cultivator could not care too much now. He had mortgaged his own life and dignity just to win this competition.

As long as he won, the powerful thousand-year-old great demon in front of him would be his slave. When the headquarters held a meeting, if he could lead this tiger demon out with a dog leash, then he would definitely become the focus of the entire meeting.

To make his own position clear, to show his own strength, and to show his loyalty to the superiors.

All of these could be successfully completed by taming a thousand-year-old great demon. If there were no accidents, he could even become the successor of one of the deputy bureau chiefs next year and become the second-in-command of the Administration.

The sword cultivator’s breathing changed. He was deeply struck by the future he had imagined, and he became even more determined in his decision at this moment.

He had to win, he must win. Even if it was by unscrupulous means, even if he became the sinister and cunning person he despised, he had to win!

The determination that spread in his eyes made the sword cultivator speed up his movements. When he activated the talisman and threw it at Ling Yilin again, the sword cultivator moved. He poured most of the spiritual power in his body into his weapon, wanting to end the battle directly with this one move.

The sword cultivator’s idea was quite good, but he could only enjoy it in his mind. At least, that was how it was in Ling Yilin’s eyes.

More than ten talismans with different effects came flying over in one go. This act did indeed delay Ling Yilin for a little time, causing her offensive to be blocked, thus making the two of them switch their offensive and defensive positions.

But defense was also a very simple matter for Ling Yilin, even more brainless than attacking. She just had to block the other party’s every attack.

“Demon! Take my sword!” The sword cultivator, who had finished his wind-up, shouted, raised his long sword, and slashed at Ling Yilin.

The moment the sword qi dispersed, the originally one-meter-long sword blade instantly became several times larger. Just from the picture, this sword seemed to be able to cut anything in half at the waist.

A sneer flashed in Ling Yilin’s eyes. She raised Xiao Qi with her backhand, preparing to take the other party’s big move head-on.

“Master, that cultivator from the headquarters is going to lose. He can’t beat senior,” after seeing the other party’s ultimate move, Meng Jiuge breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

“This sword is very strong. It’s very similar to a move used by a late-stage Golden Core cultivator I’ve seen. Ling Yilin might not…” Before Yan Zhiming could finish her words, she found that the giant silver-white long sword had been blocked by a black sword of just over a meter.

Wait, how did this sword move on its own? Where did the person holding the sword go? A person who cultivates the way of the sword, shouldn’t they not let the sword leave their hand?

Where did Ling Yilin, who had let go of Xiao Qi, go? Naturally, she had found an opportunity to come behind the sword cultivator, raised a Tang horizontal sword, and slashed at his neck.

The sword cultivator’s eyes were about to split. He wanted to pull himself out and try to avoid this killing move. But the black long sword was like it was covered in glue. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move the sword away.

The sword or his life? A difficult choice appeared in front of the sword cultivator.

Although the sword was half of a sword cultivator’s body, it was still not as important as a real life.

The sword cultivator seemed to have thought a lot, but in fact, these thoughts had all emerged in a second. The approach of danger made him give up his half-body and flee in a pathetic manner.

“Heh, what a good-for-nothing,” Ling Yilin had long expected that this sword cultivator did not have the quality of a qualified sword cultivator. He had no unyielding pride, no such thing as fighting to the death.

With a light change of move, the sword that was originally aimed at his neck slashed at the sword cultivator’s arm, directly leaving his left arm behind.

“Ah— Beast! I will kill you!” The sword cultivator howled miserably, and just like Lü Pei before, he took out a small porcelain bottle, poured the medicine inside directly into his mouth, and then took out a long sword of better quality.

That was not his weapon, but now the sword cultivator could not care too much.

“Damn it, master, is he really a spy?” Seeing this scene, Meng Jiuge’s eyelid twitched. A dead memory suddenly began to attack her. She didn’t want to see a monster again.

“No. What he took out is just a drug that forcibly raises one’s realm. A cultivator will more or less have some prepared, just in case,” Yan Zhiming said, subconsciously pulling her little disciple behind her.

Yan Zhiming: “I also have some of this drug, but the side effects of this drug are also very obvious. After the effect wears off, you will fall into a period of weakness, and your strength will probably only be one-third or even less. If you can’t win after taking the drug, then there is only a dead end.”

“Master, how long is the effect of the drug generally?” Meng Jiuge asked, with not too much worry in her eyes.

The strength of her own girlfriend, Meng Jiuge was very clear. A monster that had also taken a drug, Ling Yilin could easily use a spirit sword to deal with the other party. Now that it was a sword cultivator, it should be the same process. This sword cultivator did not look as strong as the monster before.

“This depends on the specific composition of the drug. It usually won’t exceed half an hour. The more your strength is increased, the more obvious the side effects will be. In serious cases, it will affect your lifespan and foundation. So unless it’s a last resort, you must absolutely not use it, understand?” Yan Zhiming said.

Meng Jiuge nodded like a chick pecking at rice and continued to watch the exchange between Ling Yilin and the sword cultivator from behind her own master.