nucmednet Chapter 392: Battle!
Chapter 392: Battle!
Chapter 392: Battle!
The Gengjin stone flashed coldly under the sunlight and made a sharp whistle as it cut through the air.
The Gengjin stones, which contained sharp energy, were like arrows shot from a bow or swords drawn from their sheaths, carrying with them a powerful force and smashing towards Yong's body with the force of thunder.
A series of crackling sounds suddenly rang out, as dense as heavy rain hitting tiles.
However, the feathers of the dragon seemed to be made of steel and were extremely hard.
The attacks launched by Li Zhi were like mosquito bites on it and had no effect at all.
I saw the dragon suddenly spread its wings.
As it spread its wings, a strong gust of wind burst out wildly with it as the center. The power of the wind was so incredible that it seemed to uproot the entire desert.
Under the ravages of this strong wind, the sand and stones wrapped around the dragon were blown away and flew in all directions like dust.
There was a gleam of contempt in Yong's four eyes, as if he was mocking Li Zhi's insignificance and arrogance.
But in the next moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in its eyes.
No, that's not right.
Looking closely, it was not its eyes that were flashing light, but a reflection of a light in front of it was reflected in its eyes.
A tiger-head spear with a cold glow, like a silver lightning, tore through the strong wind caused by Yong and attacked it swiftly.
The tiger-head spear that Nangong Wen was holding had an extraordinary origin; it was the famous weapon of his master, Zhang Xiu, the Northern Spear King.
Since Zhang Xiu embarked on the path of martial arts, he has experienced countless battles, and countless people have been killed or injured by his spear.
Years of killing have made this tiger-head spear drink in the blood of strong men, becoming a real blood-sucking silver spear.
There was a strong evil spirit lingering on the gun, as if that evil spirit was condensed from the resentment of countless wronged souls. Even someone as powerful as a dragon would not dare to resist it easily.
Feeling the terrifying evil aura emanating from the gun, a hint of vigilance flashed in Yong's eyes.
It didn't dare to be careless at all. It flapped its wings vigorously, and its entire huge body flew into the air like an arrow.
Its movements were agile and quick, totally unlike a monster bird of such a huge size.
At the moment when Yong flew up, the tiger-head spear in Nangong Wen's hand missed the target.
However, Nangong Wen was not discouraged. As the descendant of the Spear King Zhang Xiu, his spear skills were superb. If his attack missed, how could he not have a back-up plan?
He just tapped the ground with his feet, and the whole person became like a phantom, using the force to flip in the air and attacked Yong again.
This time, his spear skills were even more fierce. The tip of the spear flashed with cold light, like cold stars, stabbing towards Yong's vital parts.
As a great demon who had practiced for thousands of years, Yong was forced into such a miserable state by a mere human. The anger in his heart was like raging magma, about to erupt.
Its eyes, which were originally filled with hostility, were instantly filled with anger, flashing with terrifying light, and it let out a deafening roar, as if to vent out all the resentment in its heart.
Before the roar ended, it suddenly stretched out its claws, and the sharp nails on the huge claws flashed with cold light.
The claw came with a whistling sound and grabbed towards Nangong Wen with the force of thunder, leaving claw marks in the air, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.
However, facing the astonishingly powerful claw of Yong, Nangong Wen, who was deeply trapped in the claw's range, did not show the slightest sign of retreat or fear in his eyes.
His face was solemn. He took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if he was trying to absorb all the air around him into his body.
Then, he mobilized all the Qi in his body, and that powerful force was like a raging torrent, continuously pouring into the tiger-head spear in his hand.
In an instant, the murderous aura on the tiger-head spear became increasingly intense. The originally silver gun body seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of black flames, emitting a terrifying aura, as if it was a deadly weapon born from the Nine Nether Hell.
"drink!"
Nangong Wen shouted loudly, his voice resounding through the sky like a huge bell, shaking the air around him.
He bent his legs slightly, then exerted force suddenly, and his whole body shot forward like an arrow. The tiger-head spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, with an indomitable momentum, and stabbed towards it with unprecedented speed and power.
The tip of the gun cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.
At this critical moment, the gun and the claw collided with each other without reservation.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still and the whole world fell into silence.
Immediately afterwards, a loud bang like a thunder sounded, and the powerful impact force spread out in all directions with the collision point as the center, rolling up yellow sand all over the sky.
The next moment, Nangong Wen's shirt was torn into pieces, turning into flying pieces of cloth.
He was like a kite with its string cut off, but he still held the tiger-head spear tightly in his hand, and fell to the ground uncontrollably. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with reluctance and stubbornness.
The fight between them was so fast that it was over in just the blink of an eye.
However, no one noticed that a deep scar appeared on Yong's claw. Blood slowly flowed out of the wound, dripping onto the hot yellow sand and evaporating instantly.
The pain from its claws made it twitch slightly. It couldn't help but bend the injured claw and stand on one claw alone.
A hint of surprise and anger flashed across its originally proud eyes, as if it had not expected that this human could cause it such harm.
Just as there was a blazing rage flashing in Yong's eyes and he was about to put an end to Nangong Wen once and for all, a loud shout suddenly came from the air.
"Look at the knife!"
The sound was like rolling thunder, carrying endless momentum, echoing over the desert.
Yong subconsciously turned his four eyes and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
Duan Heng was seen holding high the nine-ring broadsword in his hand.
The broadsword flashed coldly in the sunlight, and the nine copper rings on the blade made crisp sounds as he moved, as if playing a battle melody.
Duan Heng was stepping on a column of wind, which was spinning at high speed, making a sharp whistling sound, and carrying his body slowly upwards.
The cold and gloomy energy around him was like a surging tide, constantly pouring into his body, making the surrounding air seem to be frozen.
As the cold and gloomy air gathered, a faint shadow emerged behind Duan Heng.
The shadow was looming, but it exuded a powerful aura.
"Ghost Blade... Eight Cuts!"
Duan Heng roared angrily.
The muscles in his arms were tense and veins bulged, and the nine-ring broadsword in his hand chopped down heavily.
However, in Yong's four eyes, he clearly saw the shadow behind Duan Heng slash out eight times in an instant!
Each of the eight swords carried unparalleled momentum, one more powerful than the other, and the power of the eight swords seemed to be condensed into this fatal sword in Duan Heng's hand.
The power of this knife was so terrifying that Yongdu felt a strong sense of threat.
A trace of fear flashed across Yong's eyes, which reminded him of the time when he was chased by the Yongguo Night Patrol and had to flee to the yellow sand with all his might.
Just as it was about to dodge, it was horrified to find that it was surrounded by wind columns without anyone noticing.
These wind columns whistled and swirled, not only surrounding it tightly, but also disrupting the surrounding airflow as they swirled, making it difficult for it to spread its wings and fly for a while.
It flapped its wings desperately, but found itself trapped in an invisible cage and could not escape no matter how hard it struggled.
Seeing that Duan Heng's knife was about to fall, Yong could only gather all the demonic energy in his body on its beak at this critical moment.
Its beak suddenly became extremely hard, flashing with a strange light, as if it were an indestructible weapon.
Then, it pecked at Duan Heng fiercely, so fast that people could hardly see its movements.
"boom!"
A dull thud was heard, as if two planets were colliding.
The nine-ring broadsword in Duan Heng's hand flew out, drew an arc in the air, and then penetrated deeply into the yellow sand.
Duan Heng was like being hit by a cannonball. He flew backwards uncontrollably and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
However, his attack was not without effect. Under this huge impact, the dragon, which was originally standing on one leg, became unstable and fell backwards as if it was drunk.
Its feathers were disheveled and its eyes were full of shock and anger. It obviously didn't expect that it would be forced into such an embarrassing situation.