649 This is Battle (2/2)

Ning Que felt a sharp pain in his chest. He felt as if his heart would split open the next moment. Howling in pain, he broke the water mirror on his face and smashed his right fist imbued with the Great Spirit toward the front.

Ye Hongyu's left hand seemed to wave casually but it held the secrets of the Cloud Hand which originated from the Cloud Taoist Temple of the Kingdom of Song.

Having experienced a long battle which was dangerous and difficult, Ye Hongyu finally had the opportunity to kill Ning Que. How would she be unprepared against Ning Que's dying blow?

However, she had forgotten an important matter at this crucial moment. The strongest power of the Cloud Hand Taoists Law from Cloud Taoist Temple of the Kingdom of Song should be hidden in one's sleeves. It was called Cloud Sleeves.

She was completely naked, so where would she find sleeves?

In principle, Ye Hongyu's rich combat experience meant that she should not make such low-level mistakes. However, she had never had the experience of fighting like a child in a quagmire without any clothes on.

Without the wind hidden in her sleeves, the powers of Cloud Hands of the Cloud Taoist Temple were weakened by half.

Ning Que's right fist, which was imbued with the Great Spirit broke through her left Cloud Hand pose. While it was slightly weaker, it still landed squarely on the left side of her chest.

His fist fell on her chest, and mud went flying, revealing her pale skin and tender and full chest. It was crushed like paper, and blood started to ooze from the sides, the sounds of cracking ribs rang in the air!

Ye Hongyu moaned angrily and painfully. The sword style in her fingers which were wedged in Ning Que's wounded chest grew and tunneled deeper. Fresh blood oozed from the corners where her fingers were wedged.

Ning Que felt as if his heart had been struck by lightning. His face paled suddenly and he felt his strength draining. He clutched Ye Hongyu's right wrist tightly in his left hand and curled up his right hand tightly, swiping angrily at her chest. He held her tightly in her chest and lowered his head, biting down into her mud covered neck.

After the slightly fishy taste of the swamp water was the metallic but sweet taste of blood.

Ye Hongyu's left hand fell with the wind, almost landing on the top of his head.

He would die once that happens.

Ye Hongyu felt the clear tearing at her neck. She could even feel her blood being drained. She thought of their meeting many years ago at the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. Her face suddenly paled considerably, and her fear, which had been repressed for many years, bloomed once more before her eyes and quickly took over her entire being.

Accompanying the pain at her neck was her weakening sense of perception and body. She finally believed that Ning Que was not using this method to frighten her, but that he would really use the evil Devil's Doctrine skill.

However, the fear in her eyes suddenly switched into absolute calmness. They were as bright as jewels.

Ye Hongyu's fingers on her right hand were wedged into Ning Que's chest. They were merely half an inch away from his heart. Her right hand landed on his head as if caressing him. Ning Que's right hand held onto her left bosom tightly and erotically. His head was pressed against her neck as if he was kissing it. The entire scene was intimate. It was an intimate act with Yama.

Ning Que could sense the change in her aura. He thought that the terrifying woman would forcefully lower her state without hesitation, just like she had many years ago, to obtain a chance for herself and for her opponent to die.

That was why he stopped sucking the blood. He said in a muffled voice, ”I'm not Lotus. There's no need for you to lower your state just to kill me. Shall we stop fighting?”

Ye Hongyu's face was devoid of any emotions. She said indifferently, ”You have learned the Practice of Tao Tie. There is no reason for me to let you live.”

Ning Que thought about what happened in autumn before the Red Lotus Temple and of how he had learned Tao Tie. He smiled bitterly and mumbled, ”But I have never used it.”

Then, his lips left her neck slowly and he straightened up.

Ye Hongyu's fingers drifted away from his heart slowly.

Ning Que fell backward into the swamp tiredly and scooted back about half a feet. He looked at her and said, ”I admit that I am indeed no match for you. Let's fight again after I rest a little.”

There was mud, blood, and a thin golden thread between his lips.

Ye Hongyu looked at him and said, ”If you had continued to bite down, you'd have been dead.”

Her fingers flicked lightly, and the golden thread on Ning Que's lips fell to the ground and disappeared into the ground with a poof.

Ning Que only noticed then, that there were many almost invisible golden threads on her wounds. He was extremely surprised, and asked, ”What are they?”

Ye Hongyu answered, ”After returning from the Wilderness, I buried 72 golden threads in my body. Each golden thread is a sword. If anyone tries to take a bite of my flesh, he would definitely regret it.”