767 Fighting Three Females in Succession (2/2)

The woman in front of him seemed to have the upper hand, her white robe was already soaked in blood. Under the endless brute force collision, every time it happened, the reaction force hurt her even more. All over her body, the woman's muscle split open and blood flowed out from everywhere like a spring. Both of her arms bent unnaturally, which showed that the bones had long been broken.

There were seldom such a tragic scene in a cultivators' battle. However, at this point, she still behaved like a lunatic. She flew up to the sky with a laugh and then dive down. With both hands holding the sword, she violently collided with Canglan. This time, Wang Wu's entire left hand flew away, and the broken bones and torn muscles were clearly visible at fractured surface. A part of her right hand had turned purple and black, which looked completely necrotic.

”... You're crazy.”

On the other side, it was also not easy for Canglan. He clearly felt that the providence of Nine Regions that he had gathered had been scattered a bit.

However, a lunatic was, after all, only a lunatic. After several rounds of collision, Canglan had suffered some injuries, but it was not at all serious. On the other hand, the opponent had suffered more than just serious injuries.

As he looked at her increasingly dim eyes, Canglan knew that she had run out of oil. Thus he sneered, relaxed his numb wrist, drew out a thin sword from the cuff, and planned to step forward to begin his counter attack.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a crisp sound of bone twisting and colliding… Wang Wu was like a marionette controlled by an invisible force. Every twisted place in her limbs was forcibly corrected and each time they made a loud noise. The left arm that had just fell off recovered at an alarming rate. Within the jade mansion, the broken golden core also shone again.

”What the…”

Canglan opened his eyes wide and looked at the woman in front of him incredulously. The shock in his heart was like a raging sea.

A death person could not be resurrected was an iron law that no one could disobey in the upper realm. Just then, the woman was like a dried out oil lamp, her life force had been extinguished. Yet, unexpectedly, in a twinkling of an eye, she suddenly came back from the death? This was tantamount to a miracle.

”Just now it was Youyou who fought you. Now it's my turn.”

It was still that same body and face, but the tone of voice and expression were clearly different. This abrupt change was simply creepy.

However, Canglan had no time to think about it, because the opponent had started a new round of offensive. This time, the combat style was completely different from the previous one. Nevertheless, it was similarly difficult.

Like a ghost, Wang Wu flickered around Canglan. The Non-Phase Sword Defense was used by her as a stage prop to hinder the eyesight. From time to time she propped up several sword defenses beside her opponent, making it difficult for her opponent to judge her exact position. Then she took advantage to make a lightning strike when Canglan revealed a flaw.

This kind of fighting style was also unbelievable. The strongest body protection sword technique was regarded by her as an illusion to hinder the eyes, and when she really made her move, she often exposed herself outside the sword defense protection...

This time, it took Senior Immortal Canglan a lot of effort to cause two fatal injuries to Wang Wu. One was to cut off her legs so that she completely lost mobility. Another was to burn the center of her forehead with the heavenly fire. The scorch mark of which ran from the forehead to the back of her head.

However, soon, Wang Wu came back again from the dead. This time, she had a warm and charming smile on her face.

”Humph, I knew Zhang Miao that bookworm was useless. Now it's my turn. Are you ready?”

The woman's expression was flirtatious, as if she was using an enticement skill… However, Senior Immortal Canglan didn't feel aroused. Instead, he finally experienced the taste of fear. As he looked at the blood-stained woman in dyed-in-red-white gown in front of him, he subconsciously wanted to flinch.

Who the hell was this woman?