Chapter 297

Chapter 297 The Battle without Right or Wrong

Yan Qing was murderous .

Mu Yi was like a boat on the peak of a large wave .

“Your choice is to kill me? I’m not such a great man that I can help you . I’m selfish enough to kill you . ” Mu Yi murmured . His words drifted through the wind and into Yan Qing’s heart .

Suddenly, a little blue light bloomed in the fierce wind filled with killing intention . It was a cluster of flame . The surrounding space seemed to be distorted slightly .

After the Nanming Li fire awakened and devoured the Nine You Fire, the Xin lamp recognized Mu Yi as its master and integrated with him .

In Mu Yi’s consciousness, a glass lamp was quietly suspended, burning with a light blue flame .

The magic of the Xin lamp was beyond his imagination . He couldn’t explore the full abilities of the Xin lamp in such a short period, but he knew that he was no longer afraid of illusions or enchantments . With the help of Xin lamp, he could always be awake .

Mu Yi didn’t practice with the help of Xin lamp, but he knew that he could control it more easily now if he did .

“No way, there couldn’t be the smell of Nine You Fire,” Yan Qing was shocked .

“Nothing is impossible, ghost emperor, you are not willing to accept my proposal, then to hell with you,” Mu Yi said ruthlessly .

Mu Yi could kill people to save more people . He was not a person who could save the common people by sacrificing himself .

Mu Yi felt that he was a little hypocritical, but he had to be ruthless . In this world, there was always someone to sacrifice .

Yan Qing stared at Mu Yi . She became serious . Her long hair and white skirt floated . She raised her hands to her chest and formed a blooming lotus .

When the lotus flower appeared, the power of heaven and earth suddenly surged wildly .

When cultivators reached the peak of the second difficulty, they could control a little of the power of heaven and earth . She was a piece of the ghost emperor and belonged to the peak of the third difficulty .

They had managed to seal the ghost emperor only because that part of her could not use the power of heaven and earth .

The lotus in Yan Qing’s hands was lifelike and had a holy beauty . Mu Yi knew that her killing intention was hidden behind the beauty . The lotus was made of the condensed power of heaven and earth .

Mu Yi’s retreated as the light blue flame covered his body to protect him . The flames in the strong wind expanded rapidly and flew towards Yan Qing .

“Open and destroy the world . ”

The white light surged .

Yan Qing became the center of the lotus and bloomed around her to cover half of the sky .

The Nanming Li Fire collided with the white light . They melted . Mu Yi didn’t control the Nanming Li Fire, but Yan Qing controlled the lotus . After a moment, Mu Yi extinguished the Nanming Li fire to keep it from falling asleep again . Four of the lotus’ petals withered leaving five .

Yan Qing looked at Mu Yi and pointed, “Go to hell . ”

Mu Yi felt a sense of disaster and was bound in place by countless invisible threads . He could only watch her point at him as another petal withered . He had to move or he would die . He connected with the Xin lamp and the violent Nanming Li Fire rushed out of his body burning the threads on him . Freed, Mu Yi threw a punch to meet her finger .

As they collided, time paused before a violent sound erupted .

The earth shook and split open . The pavilion collapsed again, the trees in the yard broke and the walls crumbled .

Yan Li and Xu Caiwei were thrown to the ground . When they stood up and saw the scene, they were shocked .

Yan Li and Xu Caiwei looked at each other, then a sharp pain went through their heads and they fainted .

Mu Yi and Yan Qing didn’t care about them . They only cared about who won .

Mu Yi’s power won out . because he had reached the embryonic form of fist consciousness . Mu Yi felt full and delighted . His fist was stained with blood, but his spirit was constantly rising .

Yan Qing was pale . One of the lotus petals withered as her hair flew behind her . She pointed again with two fingers and two more petals withered .

Mu Yi punched, using his full will and belief in his strength and victory .

His fist broke her fingers .

Mu Yi felt proud .

Again?

Yan Qing knew that the fist was close to Tao . The most intuitive expression of fist technique was to gather the will into the strike . That was called fist consciousness and it increased the strength of a punch . No matter how many petals she had, he would have been able to crush them .

“The fist consciousness?” Yan Qing whispered and dignified .

“Whatever . I got Tao! “