Chapter 175 Resurrection

The dormant spiritual energy in Lin Fan's body suddenly boiled up, as if awakened by an invisible force, and the long sword he held tightly glowed with dazzling spiritual light, like the rising morning light penetrating the night.

"Shua..."

A trace of residual shadow passed by, and Lin Fan's figure merged with the original place in the blink of an eye, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a faint spiritual power fluctuation, trembling gently in the air.

When he reappeared, he had turned into a gust of wind, and the long sword in his right hand was like the brightest star in the night sky, pointing directly at his opponent Ma Weihao. Its speed was so fast that even a sharp-eyed bystander could not catch its trajectory.

On the tip of the sword, a cold light quietly bloomed, like the sharpest ice blade in winter, foreshadowing the coming storm.

"Ding..."

Faced with this sudden attack, Ma Weihao reacted quickly, and quickly raised the heavy warhammer. The thunder wrapped around it was like the wrath of an angry god, and the lightning was like a cunning little snake, trying to wrap around the approaching long sword.

However, in the blink of an eye, the surging spiritual energy on the long sword suddenly burst out, like an irresistible torrent, defeating the lightning that attempted to invade one by one. Under the impact of the spiritual energy, the light of thunder dimmed in an instant and dissipated into the invisible.

Immediately afterwards, a silver light passed silently by the heavy warhammer, carrying a chill that could penetrate the bone marrow, and slowly spread out.

"Shua..."

A touch of scarlet suddenly bloomed on Ma Weihao's body, like a poppy suddenly blooming in the dark night, shocking.

That was the trajectory of the long sword in Lin Fan's hand. It gently crossed Ma Weihao's chest with an irresistible gesture, leaving a hideous wound.

The edge of the wound seemed to be condensed with fine frost, which stubbornly attached to it, as if the law of nature was forcibly curbing the wound's healing instinct.

"Ah...!"

The severe pain from his chest made Ma Weihao let out a heart-wrenching wail, and the voice was full of despair and unwillingness.

His body, as if pushed by an invisible force, staggered backwards, and every step seemed to be stepping on nothingness, shaky.

"Stop... Please, stop..."

Ma Weihao's right hand trembled as he stretched out, still holding the heavy spear tightly in his palm. His voice was intertwined with fear and pleading, but like a candle in the wind, it was difficult to shake the established situation in front of him.

Seeing this, Lin Fan did not move closer, but stood there quietly, his eyes locked on Ma Weihao not far away, his curiosity surged like a tide, wanting to hear what his opponent had to say.

"Junior brother, you and I belong to the same ten major sects, we should be in the same boat, how can we kill each other?"

Just now, Ma Weihao's eyes were still filled with a fierce killing intent towards Lin Fan, as if he wanted to devour him, but now, he changed into a sincere attitude, mentioned the friendship of fellow disciples, and tried to use this bond to calm this meaningless fight.

"Hahaha... Ma Weihao, Ma Weihao, I didn't expect you to have this day."

Si Qingchuan looked at the miserable Ma Weihao in front of him, and an indescribable pleasure surged in his heart.

As long as this source of evil is firmly controlled, the Twin Lakes will not be harmed for no reason, and the people of Luohui County will be able to avoid the ravages of the flood and be safe and sound.

Ma Weihao ignored Si Qingchuan's words, just glared at him fiercely, and then hurriedly turned his eyes to Lin Fan, trying to use his cunning tricks again to slip away from Lin Fan's eyes.

Seeing that Ma Weihao ignored him, Si Qingchuan did not get angry. He just focused all his attention on Lin Fan and laughed more and more wildly.

If everyone had not known the cause and effect of this matter, they might have mistakenly thought that Si Qingchuan had suddenly gone crazy.

"That's what you want to say."

Lin Fan's words were as calm as water, but they were sharp.

"This junior brother..." The other party seemed to have sensed the chill in Lin Fan's tone and called out hurriedly.

However, before the voice fell, Lin Fan waved his hand and said:

"You don't need to say more. People like you should start your life again." After the voice fell, Lin Fan held the long sword and narrowed his eyes slightly. The next moment, the figure disappeared directly from the spot.

When Lin Fan's figure came into view again, he was already standing quietly in front of Ma Weihao.

Then, the weathered long sword, like the sickle of death, silently pierced through Ma Weihao's chest.

"Puff..."

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, accompanied by the sound of "tick-tick-tick", and the scarlet blood slowly slid down the cold blade, like a tear of despair, outlining the trajectory of death in the air.

Ma Weihao's eyes froze on Lin Fan's resolute face, and then slowly moved down to his collar that was already stained with blood. His lips moved slightly, as if he had thousands of words to say, but at this moment, all of them choked in his throat.

However, before his words turned into a vocal call, his eyes gradually lost focus, and the light of life quickly dissipated like a candle in the wind.

At this moment of life and death, everything around seemed to be still, leaving only the faint smell of blood in the air and Lin Fan's still firm figure.

At this moment.

"Puchi..."

Lin Fan gently spun the sword in his hand and pulled it out from Ma Weihao's chest. A warm spring of blood gushed out, and a little scarlet splashed in the cold and lonely night, like a sad and beautiful flower blooming in the dark night, adding a touch of weird color to the darkness.

Lin Fan's eyes never lingered, as if it was just a wind that passed without leaving a trace. He turned around and walked firmly towards the direction where Lin Tian and the other two were.

However, things are unpredictable, and changes always come inadvertently.

Ma Weihao's chest, which should have gradually calmed down, suddenly had a strange phenomenon. At the wound, a black light flickered strangely, as if the messenger of the night quietly wove a spell of resurrection.

Then, his life breath that was about to dissipate was miraculously solidified, and his originally scattered eyes slowly focused and regained vitality.

The night was as dark as ink, and an unusual black light quietly bloomed on the wound on his chest, with an indescribable weirdness, as if the sleeping ancient power was slowly awakening and ready to go.

At this moment, above the sky, the bright moon also quietly disappeared into the heavy night, as if even the stars in the sky did not want to witness the change that was about to happen.

The black light on his chest, in an unnoticed corner, quietly brewed unknown secrets.

Soon, the light gradually converged, and was replaced by a slender and twisted tentacle, quietly protruding from his wound, with a strange vitality.

Then, the second, the third... as if endless, hundreds of tentacles followed one after another, they not only filled the wound, but also tore it more hideously.

These tentacles slowly crawled on his body, like the devil's vines in the night, spreading rapidly until they covered his whole body. Every inch of his skin seemed to be eroded by this strange existence, interweaving a picture that was both terrifying and shocking.

Soon.

Ma Weihao's figure was quickly submerged by densely intertwined tentacles, but his eyes, like a lone star in the dark night, still flickered.

Suddenly, his body trembled slightly, as if awakened by some ancient power. The once clear eyes were now replaced by a touch of rich green, flickering with a strange luster.

These tentacles not only wrapped him tightly, but also gave him an extraordinary majestic figure. The overall image was distorted and strange, like a nightmare crawling out of the abyss, which made people feel terrified.

Then, an ominous black mist slowly rose from his body, like the deepest haze in the night, spreading silently.

Followed by an indescribable stench, it drifted with the wind and quickly spread to every corner of the Twin Lakes, making this originally quiet space shrouded in a layer of depression and uneasiness.

This sudden change finally tore the tranquility around and attracted everyone's attention.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to the place where Ma Weihao's body was, and the air was filled with an inexplicable tension.

"Swoosh..."

In an indescribable chill, Ma Weihao's body, which had been lying quietly, strangely straightened up, like a zombie reviving, breaking the silence around him.

"How could this... come back to life?" The voice of the prince Si Qingchuan was full of disbelief, and his tone trembled slightly.

Just now, he had witnessed Lin Fan easily ending Ma Weihao's life with a long sword. He was shocked by Lin Fan's unfathomable cultivation. While secretly rejoicing, he couldn't help but worry about the anger of Mingyue Sect that Lin Fan might face.

However, before this thought was over, Ma Weihao's body stood up again inconceivably, as if violating the boundary between life and death.

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