Chapter 314 76. Pure Yang Sword
The sea is calm and the water is deep and dark.
The sparkling light flowed quietly, then began to tremble slightly, and blisters appeared on the surface.
Then came the wind, the fierce wind, like sharp knives cutting the sea surface into several parts along the direction of the wind. Terrible vibrations came, and the seabed was shaking. A corner of the continent that stood upright in the distance collapsed, and a huge creature fell straight down, falling into the depths of the ocean with blood and broken scales.
Blood flowers appeared, but the next moment there was steaming water mist.
A huge shadow broke through the sea, and divine fire surged. The golden flames outlined the appearance of the behemoth. The red scales closed, half of them were broken, and blood flowed down from the gaps in those scales like a stream, dripping into the sea water. He held his head high, his eyes still so majestic.
The golden eyes are more dazzling than the divine fire.
High above, a man with a sword stood, his robes dancing, raising scattered white snow.
The man's whole body was glowing, and a faint fluorescent light shrouded him. His figure was erratic, as if he would disappear in the strong wind in the next moment, but Senhan's sword intent was unparalleled and eye-catching, and he felt as if he was struck by the sharp edge at a glance. The feeling of terror in the center of his brow accompanies the man's trial from beginning to end.
"Are you really a dragon?" The man said calmly. He lowered his head and glanced at the sword in his hand. Blood slowly dripped from the sword, and there was a strange fragrance.
"The fallen dragon I once killed is not as good as you at this level, but you haven't even completed the transformation of the ten categories."
On the sea surface, red shadows hovered, and half of the scales on his body were shattered. His thorny and ferocious body now looked like a fish on a display board, a fish with scales cut off by life. He kept bleeding, but his momentum was increasing! The spiritual energy between heaven and earth contains his will, and the rainstorm falling wildly is his claws and teeth!
In response to Chunyang Fuyou's praise, there was a loud roar.
A loud noise from above the clouds.
Above the rain curtain, four arms formed a dharma seal. The ancient power of the four constellations was gathering, and complex patterns covered the sky.
Chunyang Fuyou watched this scene calmly, with a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.
"The jade hand of creation gives life and death..." He softly recited a ballad from the Kyushu era and tightened his grip on the sword.
The creatures on the distant land looked up in shock. They saw a huge blue shadow appearing in the direction of the ruins of the mainland, hidden in the mist, under the sea of clouds, carrying a thousand hands.
On Li Xi'an's head, a broken crystal lotus flower was spinning, its petals blooming.
He paused briefly.
He has never activated the Lotus of Creation. This is the last thing Yuchai Shunde left in this world. He will not use this thing to fight with others. What's more, he hasn't reached the end of his rope yet, and the bloodshed is just the beginning. But the broken lotus of creation ignored Li Xi'an's thoughts. It just silently rotated, bloomed, and danced, like a pure white and holy dancer, singing and dancing.
The water flowed surging, and mist like rosy clouds filled the air.
Li Xi'an heard the sound of waterfalls, the sound of horse hooves, and misty soft singing.
Chunyang Fuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw a bridge spanning more than a hundred miles standing majestically on the sea, right behind the dragon. It is made of blue bricks and gray tiles, and mythical animals are carved on the stone railings. It lay there, with three arched caves like mountains and abyss, with thin mist and dense mist, and where it touched the sea there was overflowing colorful glow.
On the bridge deck, something seems to be coming out.
Chunyang Fuyou stood up and waved his sword, which danced like snow.
He wants to cut off the cross bridge.
The clear sound of collision resounded across the sea, and Taihang Baxing held the Xi Sword to block the sword light. Compared to Taihang Baxing, Chunyang Fuyou's figure was even inferior to the larger scales among them, but the sword in his hand made Taihang Baxing gradually lower his arms, and Li Xi'an rose up, his huge body carrying thousands of waves at this moment Water currents, heavy rain pouring down, chaos, flying backwards! The dragon's shadow raised his sword and descended with a force as strong as the sky!
The Xijian vibrated, bursting out with extremely bright light!
Chunyang Fuyou was repulsed.
The palm of his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
Without pausing, Chunyang Fuyou rushed forward again. Li Xi'an, who was high up, also raised his sword to strike down. Two unequal figures shot directly from high above the sea to the ruins of the mainland. The aftermath that escaped shattered the people standing on the sea. Plate of land. The tsunami reached the Tianzhu coast in just a few minutes, with each wave reaching a height of 100 meters.
The golden light extended, isolating the tsunami from this land.
King Daming looked back and saw Shi Wu Zhuo rebuilding the iron tree. She closed her hands, and a pair of wings made of light soothed. This power protected the land, and the light flowed like rain, comforting the creatures on the earth.
"This battle is destined to be engraved in history." Sibu opened his eyes, filled with the translucence and flame of colored glass.
King Daming looked at the sea, among the ruins of the mainland, and nodded gently, "Yes, before this, I never thought that there were such powerful beings in this era."
He thought about it, as if trying to describe it, but in the end he shook his head.
“It’s not like we are in this era.”
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Deep in the ruins, everything they passed was flattened.
Both of them realized that once the construction of the sudden cross bridge was completed, it would have an irreversible impact on the situation.
Chunyang Fuyou wants to cut off the cross bridge, while Li Xi'an wants to protect the cross bridge.
But he was a little powerless after all.
In just a few minutes, Taihang Baxing had lost six of his arms. The Xi Sword would not be damaged, but the sword holder would.
The two were in a stalemate until this moment.
Chunyang Fuyou squeezed the sword secret with his hand, and a powerful and yang aura burst out, surrounding him and his sword body. Li Xi'an's body tensed subconsciously, and he sensed the danger in that aura, as if the fear was hidden deep in his soul.
"Pure Yang Sword." The man said softly.
The three-foot sword's blade flashed, and the seal characters appeared.
This is the real ancestor weapon!
After returning from that chaotic land, Chunyang Sword restrained its sword brilliance. If Chunyang Fuyou just slashed with the scabbard in the previous period, now he has truly drawn the sword!
Chunyang Fuyou glanced at Li Xi'an lightly. There was no fighting intention in his eyes, but compassion.
Swing the sword.
"Boom——!" A blood-red meteor streaked across the sky, tearing the sky apart. The space was shattered as it passed by, and a shadow like an ancient demon flashed through the black fragments.
Heavy footsteps sounded in the ruins.
The burly Golden King slowly stood up straight, his arms still retaining the posture of throwing spears.
The fog dissipated.
The water mist turned into falling ice crystals, and Chunyang Fuyou was surrounded by ice crystals. The violent rainstorm turned into falling ice long swords, and the sky was filled with sword rain, leaving nowhere to hide.
Under the iron tree, Sibu Zhuo raised her head and felt the breath of her own kind.
Above the sea of clouds, the divine bird flaps its wings, and snow falls between its feathers.
Seen from a distance, the sky and the earth are divided into three parts. The sky is as blue as ice crystals, and sword rain falls from the sky. To the left is red gold as brilliant as the morning sun, and the shadow of a dragon is flying and roaring. To the right is the sinking battlefield, with the giant shadow of the devil standing tall. All the creatures who saw that scene could not help but shudder. This scene was like a picture from the primordial era, with the blue bird, the golden king, and the crimson dragon. These beings stood on the ancient land and raised troops to conquer.
If it is a description, it must be named after God!
This is...a divine battle!
I have been too busy recently, so I apologize and will update everyone tomorrow~
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Don't worry about entering the palace. University students sometimes really can't control such things.
(End of chapter)