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"It's just a few secret techniques. As for whether there are any future troubles, I believe I don't need to say more. Fellow Qu should understand as well." Lin Qing said indifferently.

Qu Ming nodded in deep agreement. Indeed, it was as Lin Qing had said. To be able to quickly recover from his injuries was far beyond Qu Ming's expectations.

If it was any ordinary healing method, it wouldn't be able to heal the wound this quickly. Only a secret technique would have such a miraculous effect.

However, this secret art usually had certain consequences.

It was evident that Qu Ming had attributed the rapid recovery of Lin Qing's injuries to this kind of Secret Technique.

No matter what Qu Ming thought, today's battle was inevitable.

Lin Qing stood at the side of the phoenix treasured sword with a cold look on her face, quietly watching Qu Ming. Although she did not move and looked like she was completely unprepared, she was actually very alert in her heart; as long as Qu Ming made even the slightest movement, Lin Qing would be able to immediately sense it.

Qu Ming did not care about Lin Qing's next attack. With his overwhelming strength, Qu Ming was destined to be fearless.

After waiting for not too long, Lin Qing lightly shouted as her hand slashed out towards the treasured sword. The sword light split into three parts, all of which were aimed at Qu Ming's vital points.

Qu Ming let out a cold laugh. The sharp sword in his hand did not want to be outdone, so he also swung it down.

A light, crisp sound of collision could be heard as the treasured phoenix sword clashed with the sharp sword in Qu Ming's hand, emitting a light sizzling sound.

After a single sword strike, the two would not be on the same level, neither would be on the same level.

Qu Ming frowned. Although he felt that Lin Qing's injuries had healed quite well, he never thought that they would recover so quickly. This was repeated several times, and this was probably not just a secret technique, there must be another reason behind it.

As he thought of this, Qu Ming's eyes glowed with a fiery light. However, when Qu Ming remembered the old man that had appeared in the northwest dense forest, he could not help but let go of this thought in his mind.

Before he was able to deal with the old scholar, Qu Ming would only hide his intentions deep within his heart.

After splitting his sword into two, Lin Qing took another step forward. Her body moved with her sword, forming a long dragon with her sword. With another wave of her sword, the sword light became as sharp as a blade.

Qu Ming sneered, and said, "You have to push yourself further. How can the light of a firefly compete with the splendor of the moon?"

With that, a black smoke curled up around Qu Ming's body, giving off a strange aura. At the same time, the sword in his hand was lifted up by Qu Ming and turned into the light of the moon as it descended.

The wind blew as the boundless trees fell down.

A light sound rang out, followed by two sword sounds. Lin Qing was forced back by a few steps, her figure staggering backwards. She finally managed to stabilize her body, and her expression changed.

Qu Ming was still standing at his original spot. A mocking smile appeared on his face, as if he was ridiculing Lin Qing for overestimating his capabilities.

After Qu Ming was defeated, Lin Qing had a rough understanding of Qu Ming's strength. He was a 3rd level Talent Warrior, infinitely close to the 4th level Talent Warrior. This kind of strength was enough to make one proud and proud.

With Lin Qing's talent as a warrior of the second level, if she wanted to defeat him, it would be extremely difficult, almost impossible.

Lin Qing was also aware of this result. She had predicted that this battle would be a sure loss and that the reason for her defeat would be because of her unyielding heart. Of course, it was also because Lin Qing could tell that Qu Ming was afraid and would not kill him.

Even though she knew that she had to lose this battle, Lin Qing didn't want to lose in an unsightly manner.

After being defeated with a single sword strike and hearing Qu Ming's mockery, Lin Qing coldly laughed as she said, "It's only so-so."

"You're courting death!" Qu Ming let out a stern shout. With a step, his figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already not far away from Lin Qing. His eyes were as dark as water.

With a wave of his sharp sword, thunderbolt shot out like a bolt of lightning, as fast as the limit.

Although Lin Qing was prepared, she never thought that Qu Ming would actually be so decisive. His speed was so quick that he had been caught off guard.

Facing the incoming sword, Lin Qing lightly shouted. The sword in her hand moved forward as she attempted to use it to block the incoming sword.

Qu Ming sneered. He tightened his grip on the sword.

With a clang, Qu Ming's sword swung out, but it was blocked by the sword Lin Qing held up, and it emitted a metallic clanging sound.

Although the sword had blocked it, the force from the sword hadn't been eliminated that easily.

With Qu Ming's one sword attack, Lin Qing felt an immense pressure gushing forth towards the treasured sword, causing her to involuntarily retreat a step. Although she tried her best to endure it, her arms still faintly trembled, betraying Lin Qing.

While the two swords were in a stalemate, Qu Ming suddenly laughed crazily and shook his sword.

Receiving the power of the sword, Lin Qing had no choice but to retreat a few steps. But right at this moment, Qu Ming let out a soft shout, and his figure flashed like a shadow. In just a split-second, he had arrived in front of Lin Qing.

With a bang, a palm print struck Lin Qing's chest, leaving a deep palm print on Lin Qing's chest.

With a blood-curdling screech, Lin Qing's entire body was sent flying backwards before crashing to the ground, producing a "Peng Tong" sound.

After being struck, Lin Qing felt an intense pain in her heart and abdomen. A stream of scarlet blood was involuntarily spat out by Lin Qing.

Forcefully enduring the pain in her body, Lin Qing prepared to stand up. He raised his treasured sword to fight with Qu Ming, but he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, causing his originally standing body to freeze.

Unknowingly, Qu Ming had already appeared in front of Lin Qing. He looked down from above, raised his sharp sword, and pointed it at Lin Qing's neck.

At this very moment, if Qu Ming was willing, with a slight movement, Lin Qing would be beheaded.

Although she knew that she would definitely lose this battle, she did not expect to lose so quickly. Although she already knew that the final outcome would be, when the final outcome arrived, she still felt an unease in her heart.

Qu Ming pointed his sharp sword at Lin Qing's neck. He stood high and mighty, as if his master was looking down at a slave from below with a great disdain.

Lin Qing clenched her fists secretly. She gritted her teeth so hard that she was about to bleed.

Feeling the chill on her neck, Lin Qing could only let out a long sigh. In the end, she loosened her grip on the treasured sword in her hand.

At that very instant, he had been defeated. The sword was already pointed at his own head, and he would not have another chance.

Losing was losing; there was no reason. One was the victor, the other was the loser. The victor would always be on the side of glory. The loser would always have to bear the consequences of losing.

"Does Branch Lord Lin still have something to say?" Qu Ming pointed his sword at Lin Qing's neck, but he did not move it away. Instead, he spoke with a hint of coldness.

"At this point, do I still have a choice?" Lin Qing laughed miserably as she involuntarily cried out.

Qu Ming couldn't help but let out a long laugh. It seemed that he was in an exceptionally cheerful mood.