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Every speck of dust in the air seemed to be ignited by an invisible force, and the atmosphere of a great battle exploded like thunder.
It exploded in an instant!
Jing Ni's sword light, Lei Qianjue's lightning, Sikong Yan's scrolls, Yan Lingji's flames...
Countless powerful auras collided on the cliff, and even the sky seemed to be stirred by this force, becoming increasingly gloomy.
Jingni lightly touched the cold shoulder armor of the bronze puppet with her toe.
The touch was like touching millennia-old ice, with the rust and hardness unique to bronze.
Her figure suddenly floated backward, tracing a light arc in the air like a kite with a broken string.
He had to retreat a good ten feet before he could regain his footing.
Before she could even land, the longsword in her hand had already transformed into a dazzling azure rainbow.
The sword reflected a chilling light in the dim light, aiming straight for the two Dark River Seven Killers on the left.
The two assassins positioned themselves in a pincer formation, one on the left and one on the right; the one on the left held a poisoned hook.
The hook blade gleamed with an eerie, cold blue light in the darkness; upon closer inspection,
A few drops of venom were still clinging to the hook tip, clearly indicating that it had been laced with a potent poison;
The one on the right gripped a short dagger tightly; the black venom congealed at the tip seemed to wriggle slightly as if alive, emanating a chilling aura of death.
The moment the two clashed, they unleashed the Dark River's unique and unpredictable killing move; the poisoned hook shot out like a serpent from its hole, aiming straight for Jing Ni's heart.
The short dagger then slashed cunningly at her wrist, which was holding the sword. The move was extremely vicious, and every strike was aimed at a vital spot.
A series of sharp clanging sounds rang out as Jing Ni's Azure Sky Sword Qi clashed violently with the Poison Hook Dagger in mid-air.
Every clash sparks a tiny burst of energy.
Strangely, the sparks emitted a pungent, fishy odor when they landed.
It splashed onto the nearby rocks, instantly etching out small black spots.
The rock surface is rotting and peeling away at a visible rate, revealing the dark brown soil underneath.
Jing Ni frowned slightly, clearly surprised by the venom's potent effects, but her swordplay suddenly quickened.
The sword light poured down like a sudden rain, enveloping the two of them completely.
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The sound of sword energy slicing through the air was deafening, forcing the two assassins to retreat repeatedly.
The gravel underfoot crunched underfoot.
The robes on their shoulders had been torn by the sharp sword energy.
A drop of blood seeping from several deep, bone-revealing wounds had just fallen to the ground when...
With a "whoosh," it turned into wisps of green smoke—it was injured by the awe-inspiring righteous energy contained within the sword energy, leaving not even a drop of blood.
At the same time, Lei Qianjue's roar resounded through the sky, causing the surrounding rocks to tremble.
He slowly pushed his palms upwards, and the lightning around him suddenly surged.
It was as if thousands of silver snakes were dancing wildly around him, emitting a "buzzing" sound of electricity.
In an instant, the clouds above the heavens churned violently, as if countless divine thunderbolts had been drawn down by him.
Thick, purplish-blue lightning bolts tore through the sky, crashing down with earth-shattering force.
The three bronze golems, bearing the brunt of the attack, were about to take heavy steps forward...
Then it was solidly struck by the backup (two) skirt lightning pillar, which was about to hit the eight-nine-three pomegranate.
With a deafening crack, the puppet's heavy bronze armor shattered instantly in the lightning.
Fragments flew everywhere, some embedding themselves in the nearby rock wall, while others landed on the ground with sparks.
Beneath the armor, a charred, coal-black body was revealed.
The once-resilient tendons had long since turned to ashes in the lightning.
The bone spurs at the joints snapped inch by inch amidst the purple-blue lightning, making a crisp "crackling" sound.
Thick, black blood mixed with molten copper slowly seeped onto the ground.
It pooled on the ground, forming eerie blackish-red puddles.
It emitted a nauseating stench, a mixture of burnt and bloody odors.
Lei Qianjue, however, did not stop. His expression was solemn, and lightning gathered again at his fingertips.
The purplish-blue light grew stronger and stronger, clearly intending to blast these few barely clinging puppets into dust.
On the other side, Sikong Yan unfurled his Mountain and River Fan to its full extent with a "whoosh."
The fan ribs make a crisp "click" sound when they rotate.
The famous mountains and rivers painted on the fan seemed to come alive at this moment.
The majestic Mount Tai in the east, the precipitous Mount Hua in the west, the beautiful Mount Heng in the south, the tranquil Mount Heng in the north, and the majestic Mount Song in the center are all vividly depicted.
The righteous spirit of Confucianism flows slowly along the fan ribs, like warm jade liquid, and in the blink of an eye, it transforms into thousands of phantom images of books.
The scrolls swirled and danced in the air, their pages turning with a rustling sound, as if countless sages were whispering within them.
They intertwined and entwined in the air, forming an invisible barrier.
The other two Dark River assassins were firmly trapped inside.
Seeing this, a flicker of panic crossed the two men's eyes, and they immediately swung their knives at the scroll.
The blade struck the phantom of the book, but it seemed to sink into an endless quagmire, requiring immense effort to advance even an inch.
Even more bizarrely, every time a page of the book was shattered, ten or a hundred pages would appear out of thin air, layer upon layer, blocking his way.
The tiny characters on the pages shimmered with a soft golden light.
The righteous spirit emanating from the words continuously eroded the inner strength of the two men.
Forced to use all their internal energy to resist, fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.
It slid down her cheek and dripped onto the dusty ground.
The surrounding area was filled with deafening battle cries, sword energy and lightning intertwined, and the stench of corpses and blood permeated the air, creating a chaotic scene resembling an overturned soup pot.
Only Wei Changxuan stood still, like an ancient, unchanging jade statue, his figure upright as a pine tree.
The hem of his clothes remained motionless in the howling wind.
His eyes were slightly closed, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow beneath his eyelids.
The golden wheel mark between his brows was slowly rotating, and circles of soft golden light rippled outwards.
It seemed to envelop him within a three-foot radius.