Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 875: The moon falls into frost

Chapter 875: The moon falls into frost

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Canglan Realm.

All-Continent Elite Soul Master Tournament, Finals.

As the captain, Li Qingran led the Battle Soul Hall's First Team through countless challenges. Originally, the Battle Soul Hall's First and Second Teams could have easily taken both the championship and runner-up positions in this Elite Soul Master Tournament, but an unexpected rival emerged halfway through.

A little-known team from Slime Academy.

This team actually managed to defeat the Battle Soul Hall's Second Team.

And today.

Was the moment when the Battle Soul Hall's First Team and the Slime Team would face off in a decisive battle.

Although the Soul Masters from Slime Academy's team weren't famous, they were incredibly strong, with remarkable talent, and their Battle Souls were each more troublesome than the last. Among them was even the young lady from the Eight Treasures Glass Sect.

The most troublesome ones were a girl with a Meat and Bone Rabbit Battle Soul and a boy with a Mother's Love Grass King Battle Soul.

It was this duo who had knocked down all of her teammates, and it hadn't even been half an hour since the match began.

Of course.

The members of Slime Academy weren't having an easy time either.

On the arena, Sword Qi crisscrossed the air.

Li Qingran, dressed in spotless white robes, held a three-foot longsword, resembling a female Sword Immortal descending to the mortal realm.

At her feet, several geniuses lay scattered in all directions, all defeated by a single sword strike.

As the girl with the Meat and Bone Rabbit also collapsed at the edge of the arena.

Only one person remained standing opposite her.

The captain of Slime Academy's team—Tang Er.

At this moment, Tang Er's blue clothes were tattered and torn. He tightly gripped a pitch-black fire poker in his hand, with eight strange metal spears resembling spider legs protruding from his back. He was panting heavily, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Too strong.

This girl before him was strong to the point of despair.

Clearly, they were both Soul Ancestors, both with four rings, yet her Battle Techniques were more terrifying than those of many Soul Kings. The configuration of those dark purple-black World Rings beneath her feet was enough to make one's scalp go numb just by looking at them.

His teammates had all basically fallen to Li Qingran's Battle Techniques.

It was a complete and utter suppression.

"Admit defeat."

Li Qingran lowered her sword slightly, her gaze cold and clear.

"I don't wish to use my Fourth Battle Technique."

"That move consumes too much; once I use it, I won't be able to hold back."

That's right...

This girl hadn't even used her fourth World Ring and fourth Battle Technique yet!

Tang Er gritted his teeth, a flash of madness and unwillingness flickering in his eyes.

Admit defeat?

Tang Er had lived two lifetimes—when had he ever admitted defeat?

"If you want me to admit defeat..."

Tang Er suddenly raised his head, the light in his demonic pupils blazing intensely.

A layer of eerie black fire ignited on the fire poker in his hand.

"Then break my legs first!!"

"First Battle Technique: Mother's Embrace!!"

Boom!

The arena shattered.

Countless thick black vines adorned with golden patterns burst from the ground like venomous snakes, surging toward Li Qingran in a sky-covering wave.

Li Qingran's brows furrowed slightly.

"Truly... stubborn and unyielding!"

She said no more.

The 49th-level Soul Ancestor Battle Power within her body poured madly into her longsword.

Hum—

A sword hum arose, and the heavens and earth turned cold.

An overwhelmingly violent sword pressure instantly enveloped the entire arena.

Those sky-covering black vines were shredded inch by inch by invisible Sword Qi just three feet away from her.

Beneath her feet, that pitch-black fourth World Ring, faintly tinged with bloody light, suddenly lit up.

The spectator stands erupted instantly.

"It lit up! The fourth ring lit up!"

"Unimaginable, what kind of Battle Technique will that be!"

"Li Qingran! Goddess!!"

Under the gaze of thousands, under Tang Er's utterly horrified stare.

Li Qingran slowly raised her sword.

Her movement was slow, yet it seemed to pull the entire curtain of the sky.

"Bright moon..."

She chanted softly.

"...emerges from the Heavenly Mountains."

Whoosh—

The light on the arena suddenly dimmed.

Everyone experienced an illusion, as if they were standing in a wilderness deep at night.

And behind Li Qingran, a cold, lonely full moon slowly rose.

That was no illusion.

It was a materialized, condensed-to-the-extreme Sword Intent.

Moonlight cascaded down like water.

But this water was icy, it was sharp.

Wherever the moonlight shone, the air was sliced apart, dust was pulverized.

Tang Er discovered in terror that he couldn't move.

That gentle moonlight felt as heavy as ten thousand jun, pressing in from all directions.

He wanted to dodge, but the moonlight seeped into every crevice; he wanted to flee, but the heavens and earth were all silver radiance.

What kind of sword move was this?

This was clearly drawing a circle on the ground to create a prison.

During the entire fight with this girl, he had never been able to figure out whether she was a Control System, Strong-Attack System, or Agile-Attack System Battle Master.

Because aside from support, she seemed to dabble in everything.

Now, wasn't he being controlled in place, unable to move?

In this instant.

Tang Er even felt a bit dazed.

This girl raising her sword right now seemed... to come from the same world as him...

The feeling her sword move gave him was too familiar!

Below the spectator stands.

In Slime Academy's rest area, the middle-aged man known as the Master was now gripping the railing so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He had never expected to encounter such a formidable opponent in the Elite Soul Master Tournament.

All his calculations shattered the moment Li Qingran's fourth World Ring lit up.

"This is... the embryonic form of a Domain?!"

"Impossible! She's only a Soul Ancestor! How could she comprehend a realm only titled Battle Masters can touch?!"

The Master's face was deathly pale: "It's over... Xiao Er can't block this sword strike. This strike would strip a layer of skin off even a Soul King!"

Everyone understood.

When the moon fell, that would be the moment of death.

Li Qingran's expression remained impassive. She pointed her sword tip toward the sky, guiding that solitary moon.

"Vast and boundless..."

As the girl softly uttered these two words, that new moon's light surged violently.

Countless piercing Sword Qi condensed within the moon's shadow, on the verge of transforming into a rain of moonlight that would bury everything.

However.

Just as the sword stance accumulated to its peak, just as that heaven-and-earth-destroying strike was about to descend.

Thump!

A sound only she could hear, the sound of a heart shattering, abruptly exploded within her chest.

That wasn't an injury.

But rather... a severance of a bloodline connection.

As if the string that connected her soul to her life had been brutally cut.

Li Qingran's originally ice-cold face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Her eyes, always as still as an ancient well, contracted to the size of needle points.

An unprecedented sadness, panic, and despair, like a black tide, instantly devoured her soul.

She couldn't even hold her sword steady anymore.

"Mas... Master..."

She opened her mouth, her voice as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

The next second.

Pfft—!!!

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of her lips.

Crimson blood stained the snow-white robes on her chest and splattered onto the Su Xian Sword that was about to descend.

Crack.

The terrifying solitary moon phenomenon behind her shattered like broken glass, instantly dispersing into countless points of light.

That terrifying Sword Intent, enough to sever mountains and rivers, vanished without a trace as if its backbone had been ripped out.

The sword fell from her hand.

Clang.

Li Qingran swayed.

Under the astonished gazes of the entire audience.

Under Tang Er's dumbfounded stare.

Like a kite with its string cut, she knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the Su Xian Sword.

Tears silently slid down.

Dripping onto the cold arena floor, shattering into pieces.

Master...

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