Chapter 415: Uncovering the Identity

Instantly, a woman in a tight suit arrived on a sword.

The woman was emitting a wisp of thunder.

This indicated that she had just come into close contact with thunder.

Or, she had been attacked by Xing Chang's thunder spear.

However, the thunder spear was blocked by her and did not hurt her.

When Xing Chang saw the woman's face clearly, the arrogance on his face instantly subsided.

"Xing Xinxin, why are you here?"

Xing Chang's voice was obviously filled with fear.

The woman was the daughter of the Xing family, Xing Xinxin.

"Xing Chang, it turned out to be you."

Xing Xinxin said angrily.

The reason why she was so angry was not to speak up for those lowly casual cultivators.

As a corpse cultivator, she was attacked by thunder magic for no reason, which made her instinctively feel extremely uncomfortable. It was as if her intentionally disguised identity as a corpse cultivator was seen through and targeted.

"Xing Chang, watch me!"

Xing Xinxin roared, turned into a residual shadow, and pounced on Xing Chang.

Although she came with great momentum, she was very measured in her attack.

She did not even activate her spiritual weapon, but just slapped Xing Chang with one palm.

"Xing Xinxin, what are you going to do?"

Xing Chang was terrified, and hurriedly flew back on his sword, fleeing towards the city.

Xing Chang's speed was obviously not as fast as Xing Xinxin, and he was soon caught up by the other party.

Xing Xinxin slapped down with one palm.

Wherever the palm wind passed, the air was instantly torn apart, making a harsh buzzing sound.

What greeted this palm was a shield surrounded by lightning.

Xing Chang subconsciously activated the Thunder Shield Technique.

The Thunder Shield was easily shattered, and the palm continued to slap down, hitting Xing Chang's face firmly.

Xing Chang only felt his eyes go black, and the whole person was like being hit by a ferocious beast, and he immediately lost his balance and fell from mid-air.

"Bang!"

Xing Chang fell into a dilapidated house, and the house collapsed immediately.

Xing Xinxin intentionally held back, so Xing Chang was not seriously injured, but he looked extremely embarrassed.

Xing Chang's face was red and swollen, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were tattered.

"Xing Xinxin, you crazy woman, one day, I will make you look bad."

Xing Chang stood up from the ruins while grappling and cursing.

He thought that Xing Xinxin would beat him up and leave as usual.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, he saw Xing Xinxin standing in front of him, glaring at him with cold and sharp eyes.

"How dare you call me a crazy woman!"

Xing Xinxin raised his right foot and kicked Xing Chang fiercely.

"Xing Xinxin, do you really think I'm made of mud?"

Xing Chang roared.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Xing Chang also had to save face.

He condensed a lightning spear in each hand and stabbed Xing Xinxin fiercely.

Xing Xinxin's kick hit Xing Chang's chest.

Xing Chang flew backwards and knocked down several houses.

Xing Xinxin, who didn't expect the other party to dare to resist, was also stabbed by the lightning spear due to carelessness.

Xing Xinxin was no ordinary person. At the critical moment, she quickly condensed a spiritual shield to block most of the power of the lightning spear.

Only a small part of the lightning penetrated her body.

Although Xing Xinxin got the complete "Corpse King Blood Refining", the time was short and the problem of corpse transformation had not been completely solved.

As soon as the lightning penetrated her body, she felt an indescribable pain.

The corpse evil spirit in the body, stimulated by the lightning, became violent and showed signs of losing control.

"Roar!"

Xing Xinxin suddenly let out a low roar.

Her face instantly turned dark blue and looked extremely hideous.

The corners of her mouth kept twitching, revealing her white teeth, as if she would grow sharp fangs in the next moment.

"Xing Chang, you deserve to die!"

A killing intent gradually rose from Xing Xinxin.

He bent his fingers into claws, moved his figure, and quickly killed Xing Chang.

Xing Chang, who had just climbed up from the ruins, felt a cold wind blowing, and the next moment, Xing Xinxin's fierce attack was in front of him.

"Xing Xinxin, what do you want to do? Do you really want to kill me?"

Xing Chang felt the danger of life and death, and didn't care about much. He summoned a flying sword and slashed at Xing Xinxin.

Both of them got angry, and the battle became more and more intense.

Xing Chang was basically suppressed by Xing Xinxin, but Xing Xinxin didn't dare to really beat Xing Chang to death, and didn't even break Xing Chang's hand and arm.

But the surrounding houses and casual cultivators suffered.

The residual power of the two people's battle was like a destructive storm.

These dilapidated houses, in front of this storm, were as fragile as paper, and collapsed in pieces.

Debris was scattered and dust was flying.

The cultivators in the house had no time to escape and were ruthlessly swallowed by the residual power.

One cultivator after another fell down, their bodies torn to pieces.

Screams and cries for help came one after another.

In a dozen breaths, hundreds of houses collapsed and hundreds of cultivators died.

Xing Chang and Xing Xinxin turned a blind eye to this, and neither of them took the lives of the cultivators seriously.

The weak are ants, born to be crushed.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar, like a bolt from the blue, exploded in the air.

A young man appeared in the air.

The man was the eldest son of the Xing family, Xing Liren.

"Both of you, stop it!"

Xing Liren's face was full of anger, and there seemed to be a raging fire burning in his eyes.

The magic conference is about to be held, and many disciples from other sects and powerful independent cultivators have arrived in Fangzhu City.

Xing Xinxin and Xing Chang fought each other, resulting in the innocent death of a large number of low-level independent cultivators, which is undoubtedly a discredit to the Xing family.

Xing Liren's shouting shocked Xing Xinxin and she stopped in anger.

She glanced at Xing Liren in the air, her eyes full of rebelliousness.

It seemed that her own brother did not join her in beating Xing Chang, but instead stopped her, which made her very unhappy.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Xing Xinxin stepped on the flying sword and flew away.

Xing Chang seemed to have been pardoned. At this time, he was covered with wounds and bloodstains, and his appearance was horrible.

He looked at Xing Liren, and there was a little crying in his trembling voice.

"Brother, Xing Xinxin..."

Before Xing Chang finished speaking, he was stopped by Xing Liren.

"That's enough. Go back now and don't embarrass yourself here."

Facing Xing Liren, who was in the Jindan stage, Xing Chang did not dare to disobey him in the slightest. He dragged his seriously injured body and went to the North City in disgrace.

Then, Xing Liren also disappeared.

Leaving behind him only a ruin and hundreds of corpses.

When Xing Xinxin arrived, Song Wen hid far away.

He witnessed the whole process of the battle between Xing Xinxin and Xing Chang.

Because Xing Xinxin had a treasure on her body, which obscured her breath, Song Wen did not recognize her identity immediately at first.

When Xing Xinxin showed signs of corpse transformation, Song Wen recognized her and knew that Xing Xinxin was the female cultivator who had traded "Corpse King Blood Refining" with him before.

Looking at Xing Xinxin's back, Song Wen's mouth gradually curled up a smile.

Using the flying sword under his feet, Song Wen followed.

Xing Xinxin did not return to the North City, but wandered around the market in the South City.

When she walked to a relatively secluded place, a bug suddenly caught her attention.

"It's that person's poisonous insect!"

This thought flashed through Xing Xinxin's mind.

When she was about to take the poisonous insect off, she saw that the insect had drilled into the crack of the wall on the street and disappeared.

Next to the crack, there was a jade slip.