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Chapter 665: Chapter 665: I’m Determined to Kill You!

Hearing Chang Qinghe speak, Jian Qi burst out laughing, a smug expression overtaking his face. “Song Jian, did you not hear what elder brother had to say? better put down your sword and surrender. You’ll answer to the master when we get back to the Sect!”

Seeing his elder brother, Jian Qi became arrogant once again. Ever since he first saw Song Jian, Jian Qi had taken an instant dislike to him and had intimidated Song Jian as soon as they met.

Now looking at Song Jian humbled before Chang Qinghe, Jian Qi was filled with malignant glee. He wished he could be the one pointing his sword at Song Jian instead of being on the receiving end.

“Elder brother, his three swords are all of Dark Gold Quality. I think, till master forgives him, you should hold on to them,” Jian Qi said with a cruel smirk.

“Elder brother, do you really have to do this?” Song Jian asked without turning back, seemingly indifferent to Jian Qi’s words.

“That’s the rule, I can’t help it!” Chang Qinghe said calmly, his eyes falling on the three longswords controlled by Song Jian. A sparkle of desire flashed in his eyes.

Song Jian slightly smiled and nodded, as if resigned to his fate. “Alright then, I will go back to the sect with elder brother and see what the master says.”

A satisfied smirk spread across Chang Qinghe’s lips at Song Jian’s words, but it quickly disappeared. Jian Qi, on the other hand, burst out in boisterous laughter.

Even though Jian Qi’s vitality was less than a third of the others, he still had enough strength to fight. Moreover, Chang Qinghe’s abilities were unfathomable. Even Jian Qi himself had no clue how far his elder brother’s abilities could stretch!

Now it was two against one, this was unfavorable for Song Jian! Jian Qi concluded in his mind that surrender was the only option left for Song Jian.

But at this moment, Jian Qi suddenly felt a chill run through his body as if he had been thrown naked into a pit of ice. A look of fear crossed his face. “You actually…”

Just when Jian Qi prepared to mobilized his vigor, three loud blasts echoed around him.

Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh~

A sound of cleaving air suddenly rang out, almost synchronizing into one noise.

Jian Qi’s brow, throat, and heart were simultaneously pierced by a longsword, sending out three spurts of blood.

“How dare you!” Chang Qinghe roared in rage from behind him. Unbelief was etched across Jian Qi’s face as he slowly fell forward.

Feeling a tsunami-like force rushing at him from behind, Song Jian turned into a shadow and dashed towards the passageway in front of the hall.

Clank~

With a crisp sound, the Dark Gold Quality longsword that Jian Qi had just obtained fell to the ground.

As Song Jian brushed past him, he casually picked up the fallen longsword and popped it into his inventory, not having a moment even to look at it, and dashed straight towards the passageway ahead.

“You want to run? Think you can escape!” Chang Qinghe roared out in anger, swinging his longsword. The air around him exploded into a roaring sound akin to a tsunami.

“Is that… Sword Intent?” Song Jian was shocked and didn’t dare to look back. Grinding his teeth, he activated his Bloody Shield and continued to charge forward.

“Unpredictable water form, sever with a sword!” Chang Qinghe shouted: “Broken Water Flow!”

A white silken Sword Qi slashed towards Song Jian’s back. It sounded like a surging wave approaching his ear. Song Jian gritted his teeth, turned back and thrust his Crimson Fire Heart Ape Sword forward.

Sacred Parry!

A dazzling golden Sword Qi burst from the longsword.

Clang~

The sound of a resonating bell echoed. The river-like Sword Qi vanished into nothingness. Song Jian, on the other hand, utilized the impact force to somersault backwards, landing steadily on the ground.

After a glance at Chang Qinghe, a serious look appeared in Song Jian’s eyes. He didn’t expect Chang Qinghe to comprehend Sword Intent, and even the Broken Water Flow Sword Intention of the Sect Leader of Qingyun Sword Sect!

“It seems that among all the disciples, only Chang Qinghe is the real direct disciple accepted by the Sect Leader!” Song Jian thought to himself: “Until his death, Jian Qi probably didn’t realize that he wasn’t important in Liu Qingyun’s eyes!”

Chang Qinghe watched in amazement as his all-out attack vanished without a trace. But soon, a fierce Sword Qi mixed with an overwhelming wave-like Sword Intent slashed towards him.

“This is… my Broken Water Flow Sword Intention?” Chang Qinghe was stunned. Then, as if he had thought of something, he roared wildly.

“Foreigner, Song Jian, you are a foreigner!”

“Correct, I am a foreigner, and I’ve also obtained the inheritance of the strongest Swordmaster. Want it?” Song Jian coldly stared at Chang Qinghe, “As long as you kill me, you can have this inheritance to yourself. If not, you’ll have to hand it over to others!”

Boom!

Caught by surprise, Chang Qinghe was hit by his own full-strength attack and was sent flying. A damage of over 1600 points floated above his head.

Pallid-faced, Chang Qinghe slowly got up and looked at Song Jian, who was at the entrance of the hallway on the opposite side. “You can’t escape. Once your identity is exposed, the whole world will become your enemy. No matter where you run, endless pursuits would follow,” he said.

“You’re right!” A faint smile crossed Song Jian’s lips: “However, once you step out of these ruins, you won’t have any chance to obtain the strongest inheritance again. You can check under the Heritage Statue to see how formidable the inheritance I obtained is.”

Chang Qinghe’s face was dark and terrible. He knew that once he left the ruins, even if he managed to kill Song Jian in the future, there’d be no chance of obtaining the inheritance on him.

To get the inheritance, he had to kill Song Jian within the ruins to cause a drop!

Watching Song Jian gradually retreat, disappearing into the passageway, Chang Qinghe stood still.

“I wager you won’t leave!” Song Jian’s voice echoed from the distance.

Chang Qinghe walked slowly towards the statue that had become a shadow, his brows furrowed and his face ferocious. His expression alternated constantly as if he was in the midst of a fierce mental struggle.

Foreigners are the enemies of the world. Whoever discovers them must alert the entire continent. Chang Qinghe had discovered Song Jian’s identity and should have left the ruins immediately to report back to the Qingyun Sword Sect about Song Jian’s identity.

But if he did that, he would only receive a meager reward. Compared to the potential gains he could get from staying in the ruins, it was negligible.

Chang Qinghe’s eyes burned with passion as he silently reviewed Duan Wudi’s information.

“Sword Twenty-Three, it really is Sword Twenty-Three!” Chang Qinghe murmured to himself, staring fixedly at where Song Jian disappeared, and whispered: “You’ve won the wager!”

Finishing his sentence, Chang Qinghe stomped on the ground, making a loud sound. With the speed of lightning, he pursued Song Jian towards the passageway from which he left.

Now that he had made up his mind, he wouldn’t allow for any hesitation!

“Song Jian, you’re as good as dead!” Chang Qinghe’s eyes were filled with a strong intent to kill.

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