vncnus Chapter 1755 - 1752: Make You Bleed on the Spot
Chapter 1755 - 1752: Make You Bleed on the Spot
Hearing Xu Wendong’s words, Xuanxiao’s long-suppressed anger erupted like surging magma, instantly breaking the dam of reason and completely bursting out.
His face twisted with fury, turning as red as a ripe liver, veins bulging on his forehead like angry green snakes.
He let out a roar loud enough to shatter the sky: "Arrogant to the extreme! Today, I must spill your blood on the spot, and offer it as a sacrifice for the dignity of the Xuanyin Sect!"
With this roar, the True Qi around him surged like a tumultuous tsunami, overwhelming in its power.
The overwhelming True Qi swept in all directions like a tidal wave.
Where it passed, sand and stones flew, giant trees uprooted as if they were fragile straw, tossed skyward and then crashing heavily to the ground.
Cracks appeared on the ground, spreading continuously, like wounds of the earth, seeping wisps of light.
Suddenly, the sky changed colors, and thick bolts of lightning wildly ravaged the clouds.
Each bolt fell with deafening thunder, blasting huge pits into the earth, filling them with a nauseating burnt smell as smoke rose.
Xuanxiao lightly tapped the ground, his figure disappearing like a phantom.
When he reappeared, his hand held a longsword, entirely azure blue.
The sword was elongated and razor-sharp, gleaming with a chilling cold light.
Runes danced upon it like living creatures, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, as if telling tales of the countless thrilling battles it had seen.
Seeing this sword, the disciples of the Xuanyin Sect revealed intense fervor in their eyes.
For this was the sharpest and mightiest mid-grade Spiritual Artifact of the Xuanyin Sect!
With this weapon drawn by the Sect Leader, how difficult could it be to kill Xu Wendong?
Xuanxiao tightly gripped the sword hilt, his wrist giving a slight tremble, the longsword slashing through the air in a graceful yet deadly arc, accompanied by a crisp, lingering sword hum.
The sword hum was like a battle trumpet, piercing the sky and striking fear into the heart.
The next moment, Xuanxiao executed a set of exquisite and formidable Swordsmanship.
The sword moves flowed seamlessly like water, each imbued with vast Spiritual Power, as if gathering the strength of the heavens and the earth within them.
Each sword swing stirred a fierce Sword Qi that crisscrossed, resembling an invisible web of death, shredding the surrounding space into fragments.
"Xuanyin Seven Absolute Swords!" Xuanxiao uttered in a low hoarse voice, sounding like a tolled bell, carrying endless might and murderous intent.
Only to see his figure transform instantly into several afterimages.
The afterimages, illusory yet carrying real power fluctuations, each brandishing a longsword, striking at Xu Wendong from various angles at a speed beyond imagination.
In an instant, numerous blue sword lights rained down on Xu Wendong like a storm, shimmering and keeping everyone breathless!
Xu Wendong’s expression remained grim, but his gaze held no fear.
He stood firmly in the void, his robes flapping violently in the wind, resembling a Demon God descending upon the world.
His hands quickly formed seals, the black aura around him growing denser like a dark cosmic expanse, deep beyond measure.
A massive black vortex slowly formed before him.
Within the vortex.
Countless black runes shimmered and danced, as if narrating old and mysterious forces.
The rune’s glow fluctuated, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, as though breathing, each flicker accompanied by potent energy fluctuations.
Just as the myriad blue sword lights were about to hit Xu Wendong, his body trembled fiercely.
The surrounding air vibrated, forming an invisible sound wave shield.
The black vortex instantly emitted a powerful suction force, resembling the gravity of a black hole, immense and terrifying, warping the nearby space.
The blue sword lights altered their trajectory under the suction, dashing toward the black vortex.
The sword lights struggled fiercely within, emitting hum-like noises, yet could not escape the black vortex’s grasp.
Ultimately consumed wholly, they vanished without a trace, leaving only faint blue streaks like shooting stars across the night sky, briefly visible before disappearing, leaving a hint of blue in the air.
"You’re too weak!" Xu Wendong snorted disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt.
His figure flashed like a bolt of black lightning, instantly appearing before Xuanxiao.
Right fist clenched, with endless black aura entwined around it, bearing a force to destroy everything, swung toward Xuanxiao.
The fist wind howled, tearing through the air as if an invisible hand was ripping it apart, making a sharp whistling sound.
Surrounding space distorted under the force of the punch, like a shattered mirror.
Xuanxiao’s pupils contracted suddenly.
He hadn’t expected Xu Wendong to counter his powerful Swordsmanship so easily and quickly launch a counterattack.
He barely had time to think, hurriedly conjuring a Spiritual Power shield in front of him.
The shield, formed of dense Spiritual Power, radiated dazzling light like an indestructible wall.
Runes flowed across the shield’s surface, constantly changing shapes, striving to repel Xu Wendong’s lethal strike.
Each rune flickered with a kaleidoscope of light, every flash bringing a powerful wave of Spiritual Power, causing the air around to tremble.
"Bang!"
Xu Wendong’s fist slammed heavily onto the Spiritual Power shield, creating a thunderous boom.
The immense force made the shield tremble violently, and cracks quickly spread.
The runes’ glow flickered uncertainly on the shield, seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment.
Xuanxiao felt an overwhelming force crashing towards him, his body uncontrollably soaring backward, tracing a long arc in the sky before smashing heavily against a towering mountain.
The mountain collapsed instantly, countless boulders scattering like raindrops.
Xuanxiao stood slowly again from the rubble, his clothes tattered, hair disheveled, blood-stained strands stuck to his lips, looking utterly miserable.
His eyes filled with shock and anger, chest heaving violently, gasping heavily for air.
He couldn’t comprehend.
A Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator could fight him, an Early Stage of Divinity Transformation powerhouse, so fiercely, even gaining the upper hand.
Meanwhile.
The elder-level experts of the Xuanyin Sect appeared one after another, witnessing the fierce duel between Xu Wendong and the Sect Leader.
They were deeply shocked, clearly realizing that no matter what, Xu Wendong had to be eliminated, or the Xuanyin Sect would face utter calamity.
Grand Elder Mo Chen’s voice rang out: "Sect Leader, this individual’s power is too peculiar; in my view, we should activate the Seven Extremes Formation to trap and kill him at Tianyin Mountain!"