Chapter 1959 Trump Card
Under the high temperature of the Phoenix Fire, this ice city melted rapidly and violently like a snowman baked by the scorching sun.
The ice crystals shimmered under the firelight, and then turned into trickles, flowing into every corner of the city. After some of the ice water came into contact with the Phoenix Fire, it evaporated at an astonishing speed and turned into water vapor, rising up and floating into the sky.
The Eight-Winged Feather Emperor was suspended in mid-air. His deep eyes revealed a kind of detached indifference. He just stared at Liu Jun quietly below. There was both disdain and curiosity in his eyes, as if he was watching. It's an inconsequential sideshow, and Liu Jun is the clown who tries his best but fails to arouse his real interest.
Time passes quietly like sand in an hourglass. The Eight Winged Feather Emperor's patience was gradually wearing thin, and just when he was about to take action to end this boring farce, an unexpected change occurred.
The mysterious formation that had frozen the entire Qianyu City not long ago was quietly activated again.
This time, it was no longer an icy silence, but a cold air that was so rich that it was almost solid, suddenly bursting out from all directions in Qianyu City. This cold air was like a raging wave, sweeping towards the remaining Phoenix Fires. Wherever it went, the flames were extinguished, as if even the heat in the air was swallowed up instantly.
In a moment, the Phoenix Fire was completely extinguished, and not even a spark remained. The little Phoenix was also forced by this cold air and reluctantly returned to Liu Jun's body.
"First use the formation to freeze the entire city, then use the Phoenix Fire to thaw it, and then use the formation to freeze it... What on earth are you going to do?" The Eight-Wing Feather Emperor frowned, his face full of confusion and confusion. .
"You'll know soon." Liu Jun grinned.
At this moment, the sky suddenly changed. A drop of rain fell quietly to the ground, and then, as if receiving some kind of summons, countless raindrops fell from the sky and poured down. These raindrops intertwined into a huge water curtain in the air, covering the entire Qianyu City.
"For a rain? Are you putting so much effort into it?" The eyes of the Eight-winged Feather Emperor flashed with doubts and vigilance. He is not someone who is easily fooled, so he can naturally detect the difference between this sudden rain and Liu Jun's previous actions. There is some subtle connection between them. However, no matter how hard he thought about it, he could not understand the purpose of the rain, let alone predict the deep meaning behind it.
Liu Jun stood there with a smile on his lips, as if he had everything under control. He was in no hurry to say anything, just waited quietly.
It's not that he doesn't want to run now, and the Eight Winged Feather Emperor's eyes have been on him. If he runs, he will be caught up in a few seconds.
"No, don't let it rain!" The Eight-winged Feather Emperor suddenly roared, and his voice echoed in the air like thunder. The wings on his back vibrated violently, releasing a powerful wave of air that instantly isolated the surrounding raindrops, forming a dry field.
The six-winged princes below were bathing in the rain, enjoying the coolness. After all, they had just been burned by the Phoenix fire.
At this time, they were drenched by the rain, their feathers clung to their bodies, and they looked a little embarrassed. They were wondering why their Majesty was making such a fuss. After all, this little rain was nothing to them.
However, at this moment, an accident happened.
"No, this rain is poisonous!" Prince Weibai's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of panic in his voice.
He turned to look at his back and saw black spots already appearing on his white wings. These spots spread quickly like a plague, eating away at his white feathers.
"There's something dirty in the rain!" Prince Oladeqi next to him also shouted in horror. His body was shaking and his eyes were fixed on his wings. I saw similar black spots appearing on his wings, which were rapidly expanding in scope.
The other princes also noticed something was wrong, and they began to flap their wings in panic, trying to shake off the rain on their bodies. However, all this is in vain, those black spots seem to be alive, tightly attached to their feathers, constantly eroding their bodies.
The Eight-Winged Feather Emperor was suspended in mid-air, his face became extremely solemn, and his eyes flashed with sharp light. He took a deep look at Liu Jun below, and felt a strong murderous intention in his heart.
Liu Jun stood on the ground, facing the overwhelming pressure of the Eight-winged Feather Emperor, but he did not appear too afraid.
However, when the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor clapped his palm with the power of destroying the world, Liu Jun's eyes instantly became sharp.
"It's too late!" Liu Jun grinned and swept back like a ghost, throwing the barrel back as he ran. These wooden barrels drew strange arcs in the air, and then exploded instantly. Yellow filth flew all over the sky and rained down, making the surrounding environment a mess.
The Eight-Wing Feather Emperor's face became even more ugly. He was already a germophobe, and now he was almost contaminated by these filthy things, which made him furious. However, even so, he did not dare to get too close for fear of being contaminated by these filthy things. He gritted his teeth, his hatred for Liu Jun had reached its peak, but there was nothing he could do at this moment.
While Liu Jun rushed out of the formation, he looked back and saw that the Eight-winged Feather Emperor was stopped by these things, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart.
However, when he realized that there were not many barrels left in his storage space, his expression became serious. He knew in his heart that when all these wooden barrels were consumed, the Eight-winged Feather Emperor would definitely catch up with him, and his end would definitely be very miserable.
In fact, his original plan was to use formations to limit the speed of the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor. If that didn't work, he would use poisonous rain to contain it. Who would have thought that none of these two would work, and it would not be as effective as those buckets of feces.
There was a soft sound of "pop", like a bubble bursting. Liu Jun's figure flashed and finally broke through the light barrier formed by the formation.
Not caring to see if the Eight-winged Feather Emperor was catching up, he fled directly in a predetermined direction.
The figure of the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor followed closely behind him, like a black lightning streaking through the sky. His wings flapped gently, bringing up gusts of wind. Although he had not yet caught up with Liu Jun, the distance between the two was increasing. Amazing speed shortening. At this moment, his eyes were flashing with an icy coldness, and he must personally end this guy who made him angry and crazy.
Liu Jun was extremely anxious. He knew that although his speed was not slow, it was far from comparable to a being like the Eight-winged Feather Emperor.
In front of him were endless mountains with towering trees in the mountains, like a green ocean.
Liu Jun prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that this forest could become his life-saving straw.
This was his backup plan, a carefully planned escape route. If even this place couldn't delay the Eight-winged Feather Emperor, then he really had nothing to do.
Liu Jun took a deep breath and sped forward. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and every beat was full of tension and anxiety.
The Eight-winged Feather Emperor naturally noticed the woods in front of Liu Jun, but a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. In his opinion, these trees were just insignificant obstacles that could not stop him from moving forward.
And even if Liu Jun got into the woods before he caught up, he would still have a way to catch up.
As the distance between the two of them got closer and closer, the scenery of the woods in front of them became more and more clear before their eyes, and even the texture of the branches and leaves of the towering trees on the outside seemed to be within reach.
"Whoosh--" Two sharp and rapid sounds pierced the air suddenly sounded, piercing the tranquility of the forest. Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp breath rushed towards the face, making people palpitate.
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Liu Jun's expression suddenly changed, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He did not choose to dodge, but clenched his teeth, turned his body slightly to one side, and relied on his extraordinary reaction speed and keen intuition to skillfully avoid the fatal vital part.
He knew very well that once he dodged, the Eight-winged Feather Emperor's shadow-like speed would immediately catch up with him. By then, it would be really difficult to fly even with wings. Therefore, he chose to resist, even if it meant taking huge risks.
"Bang!" "Pfft!" Almost at the same moment, two daggers struck like lightning, and one of them hit hard on the ancestral dragon scales covering Liu Jun's body.
The dragon scales were originally a defensive treasure, but at this moment, they seemed to have encountered a more powerful opponent. Only a crisp cracking sound was heard, and the dragon scales shattered in response, turning into little bits of light and disappearing. The other dagger did not stop at all, penetrating through the fragments of the dragon scale like a ghost, and directly inserted into Liu Jun's body.
A sharp pain swept through his whole body instantly. Liu Jun felt his eyes go dark and almost fainted. But with his strong willpower, he clenched his teeth without letting out a single moan. His figure did not pause at all, but with the impact of the dagger, he rushed into the woods like a meteor.
"I'm so sorry..." Liu Jun smiled bitterly in his heart, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, staining the clothes on his chest red. However, even so, he did not dare to slack off at all, because he knew that only by constantly running forward could he escape the pursuit of the Eight-winged Feather Emperor and find a chance of survival.
In the woods, Liu Jun's figure shuttled between the shadows of the trees, appearing and disappearing, as if he was integrated with this ancient forest. Behind him, the roar of the Eight-winged Feather Emperor echoed in the forest and lingered for a long time.
"You can't run away!" The Eight-Wing Feather Emperor's eyes were as cold as frost, staring at the direction Liu Jun was escaping from. Those deep eyes seemed to contain endless chill and determination. The eight huge wings behind him suddenly spread out, and each rapid instigation brought a strong hurricane, rolling up the surrounding dust and fallen leaves, forming a chaotic storm.
Immediately afterwards, the Eight-Winged Feather King waved his wings, and countless feathers seemed to be given life. They instantly separated from his body and turned into sharp flying blades, shooting towards Liu Jun at an astonishing speed. These feathers drew silver trails in the air, and wherever they passed, whether they were thick trees or hard rocks, they were neatly cut open, leaving behind shocking cracks.
Liu Jun was shocked. He knew that if the feather caught up with him, it would be possible to dismember him.
At this moment of life and death, the surrounding land suddenly surged, and countless vines rushed out of the ground crazily as if they had been summoned. These vines quickly intertwined to form an indestructible shield wall, blocking the deadly feathers.
Although these vines seemed so fragile and vulnerable in front of the sharp feathers, because there were so many of them, they still succeeded in slowing down the feathers and gave Liu Jun a chance to breathe. There are constant splashes of sap on the vines, and a faint aroma of vegetation fills the air.
"Hmph!" Upon seeing this, the Eight-Wing Feather Emperor snorted coldly, with a look of disdain and anger on his face. He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered words in his mouth, as if he was chanting some ancient spell.
As the spell was completed, Liu Jun suddenly felt a powerful force pouring out of his body.
Looking down, he saw that the dagger stuck in his body was shining with a strange light, as if it had been given life. Immediately afterwards, the dagger suddenly flew up with his body, as if being lifted by an invisible big hand.
Liu Jun gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and without hesitation pulled out the dagger and put it into the storage space.
At the moment when the blood spurted out, Liu Jun quickly took out a handful of medicinal powder from his arms and stuffed it into the blood hole in his chest. The moment the medicinal powder came into contact with the wound, a cool feeling spread throughout the body, and the blood spurting from the wound also slowed down significantly.
However, the Eight Winged Feather Emperor did not give up the pursuit. He waved his wings again, and more feathers poured down like a torrential rain, vowing to completely wipe out Liu Jun from this land.
Fortunately, with the help of the vines controlled by the Wutong Spirit and his familiarity with this terrain, he began to shuttle flexibly through the air. He was constantly dodging those deadly feathers while looking for a place to hide.