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Zhao Yujia's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief: "How is this possible! This peach wood sword was carefully crafted by me, yet it is so easily defeated!"
Yin Luoxia's beautiful eyes widened, and the folding fan in her hand danced like a butterfly.
In an instant, nine illusory figures appeared simultaneously, each forming a different hand seal.
The phantom body shimmered with light, forming a defensive barrier that enveloped everyone.
But the powerful impact made her body tremble, and a trickle of blood slowly spilled from the corner of her mouth. Her voice was weak but firm:
"Hold on, everyone! The difference in strength... is just too great!"
The group trembled within the barrier, their hearts filled with despair as they gazed at the boundless, icy sword energy. It was at this critical moment—
"Buzz!"
A dazzling bolt of purple lightning ripped through the sky, like a sharp sword piercing the heavens!
The roar was deafening, and the whole world trembled.
Wei Changxuan stood quietly in place, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He didn't even draw the sword at his waist, but simply stomped his foot lightly.
In an instant, lightning bolts, like dragons, roared and soared into the sky, their radiance illuminating the entire battlefield.
Chapter 340 The Shock of the Crowd! Is This Human Strength?
"boom--!"
A deafening explosion rang out, and the seemingly indestructible, frost-covered sword energy filled the sky...
Under the bombardment of purple lightning, it melted instantly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, turning into wisps of white mist that dissipated into the air.
The white-haired immortal was dumbfounded; his once confident eyes were now filled with shock.
His pupils contracted sharply: "What?! How is this possible! My sword energy is so easily defeated?"
The purple-robed marquis's face was ashen and gloomy, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes:
"Just who is this kid? Such terrifying strength is unheard of!"
Wei Changxuan stretched and yawned, a lazy smile on his face, his tone full of disdain:
"That's it? You dare call yourselves immortals? I thought you were something special, but it seems I overestimated you."
Enraged, the white-haired immortal roared and suddenly changed his sword stance.
He transformed into a dazzling white light, moving with lightning speed, aiming straight for Wei Changxuan's throat, leaving a long afterimage in the air.
The white-haired immortal's voice was filled with anger and resentment:
"Boy, don't be so arrogant! Today I'll show you what happens when you offend an immortal!"
Before the white light from the white-haired immortal reached three inches in front of him, Wei Changxuan finally moved.
The Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword hanging at his side gleamed with dark purple patterns, like a sleeping dragon awakening, with crackling lightning crackling around its blade.
With a slight turn of his wrist, seemingly casually, a charred crack was torn open in the void, and a sword intent carrying immense thunderous force erupted forth.
Click——!
Amidst the shattering sounds of metal and stone, the white-haired immortal's prized natal flying sword crumbled inch by inch.
Countless fragments of sword light flew backward like a rain of stars.
The white-haired immortal's pupils suddenly contracted, a muffled groan escaped his throat, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
His back slammed heavily against the dragon-carved stone pillar, and the exquisitely carved white marble pillar shattered with a deafening roar.
Amidst the flying debris, a trail of blood stretched across the ground, leaving a crimson mark over ten feet long.
Upon seeing this, the Purple-Clad Marquis suddenly unleashed a torrent of purple mist from his sleeves, which condensed in mid-air into a giant python three zhang long.
The python's mouth gaped open, and the venom dripping from between its fangs corroded the blue bricks, causing them to hiss and smoke. A foul wind carrying miasma rushed straight towards Wei Changxuan's face.
That's just a trivial skill. Without turning his head, Wei Changxuan swung his sword diagonally in a backhand motion.
The Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword suddenly transformed into a thousand-foot-long thunder dragon, its claws tearing through the sky as it swallowed the entire venomous python whole.
The deafening roar made everyone's eardrums ache, and the purple poisonous mist dissipated inch by inch in the lightning.
The purple-robed marquis staggered backward, his robes torn open by the shockwave, and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth stained his dark robes.
He stared incredulously at the cracked poison gu in his palm, letting out a low growl of resentment.
The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
The compass in Zhuge Yun's hand fell to the ground with a thud, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the bronze surface;
The silver ribbons that had been fluttering in the swallow's flight fell limply, unable to gather any more spiritual energy.
Tang Xuejian noticed that the bone-piercing nail between her fingers had fallen to the ground, gleaming coldly in the pool of blood.
As everyone gazed at the figure standing amidst the lightning, the scene before them felt like a different world—the two powerful figures who had been so arrogant just moments before were now easily defeated like ants.
The fragments of Zhao Yujia's peach wood sword were still scattered at his feet; his Adam's apple bobbed.
Gazing at the figure enveloped in lightning, the voice seemed to be squeezed out from a parched throat:
Is this even human?
His fingers trembled unconsciously; the magical artifact he had been so proud of just moments before seemed as fragile as paper in the other's eyes.
Chapter 341 The Fear of the Crowd!
Yin Luoxia's folding fan hung limply at her side, the gold thread on the fan ribs torn by the sword energy.
She shook her head with a wry smile, the jade hairpin in her hair swaying gently with the movement.
We actually wanted to fight him just now?
His tone was full of self-deprecation, referring to the hand seals and defensive formations.
Faced with absolute power, they can laugh like children playing games.
The white-haired immortal struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble, his Taoist robe stained with blood and dust, his white hair sticking messily to his sweat-drenched face.
He leaned against the broken stone pillar, barely able to support himself, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and shock, and roared in a hoarse voice:
Who are you?!
Before he finished speaking, the blood he coughed up splattered on the mottled stone bricks, blooming into eerie red plum blossoms.
Wei Changxuan casually flicked away the lightning from his sword, and the wooden sword emitted a clear, melodious sound.
He tilted his head, raised an eyebrow, and gave a lazy smile: Me? Ha, just passing by.
The tone was as if they were discussing the weather, completely disregarding the thrilling battle that had just taken place.
The Purple-Clad Marquis suddenly coughed violently. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.
Suddenly, he reached into his robes and pulled out a blood-red talisman—its surface was wrapped in strange incantations.
It glowed with a dark red light under the moonlight, like congealed blood.
Since we can't get it, then you can forget about leaving here alive!
His voice was filled with manic laughter as he suddenly crushed the talisman!
In an instant, the entire Zhenwu Temple emitted a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and the ground began to tremble violently.
The Zhenwu statue enshrined in the hall suddenly emitted a scarlet light from its eyes.
The once solemn and majestic statue now bore a strange, unsettling smile.
Dark red liquid seeped from the gilded armor on his body, dripping down the lines and corroding the armor, producing wisps of white smoke.
Tiles fell like raindrops, black mist rose between the beams and pillars, and a pungent smell of blood filled the air, as if the gates of the deepest hell had been opened.
A deafening roar shook the entire valley, causing rocks to fall in a flurry. The three-zhang-tall gilded statue of Zhenwu suddenly opened its crimson eyes.
The bronze-cast muscles cracked as they twisted, and a foul, rusty smell gushed from between the fangs.
Before the crowd could recover from their shock, the statue had already raised its fist, as thick as a water vat, and slammed down with the force of an earthquake.
Wei Changxuan raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples, his black Taoist robe fluttering in the strong wind.
I told you long ago that the seal on this Demon Suppression Tower is unreliable.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure leaping into the air like lightning, purple lightning crackling as he drew his Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword.
The ancient runes engraved on the sword shone brightly amidst the lightning.
As the sword technique was activated, the sky suddenly darkened to midnight, and countless silver-serpent-like bolts of lightning weaved and converged within the clouds.
Finally, it condensed into a beam of light as thick as a bowl, illuminating an area of ten miles around as if it were daytime.
break!
The violent energy waves created shockwaves that uprooted the surrounding trees.
When the lightning dissipated, only bronze fragments remained on the scorched earth, glowing with a dark red hue; the statue of Zhenwu had been reduced to dust.
The White-Haired Immortal and the Purple-Clad Marquis exchanged glances. Both were renowned martial arts masters.
At this moment, however, they were terrified by the strength that Wei Changxuan displayed in every move.
After exchanging a glance, the two immediately used their lightness skills to scatter and flee into the distance!
Wei Changxuan didn't even bother to glance at him, casually slinging the wooden sword over his shoulder.
Turning around, he raised an eyebrow at Mu Nanzhi behind him and smiled: Let's go, it's time to get the key to the underground palace.
Chapter 342 The assassination attempt targeting Wei Changxuan!
The setting sun, like blood, cast a long shadow of Wei Changxuan as he sheathed his sword.
Zhuge Yun stood with his eyes lowered under the corridor, and the bronze compass in his sleeve suddenly trembled slightly.
A fleeting hint of sinister intent flashed across the usually gentle and refined face of the young master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.
With a soft click, fine cracks appeared on the surface of the compass, and the gears in the hidden compartment began to turn strangely, slowly disassembling and reassembling the octagonal dial.
Three poisoned, triangular short blades emerged from the crack, reflecting a cold, eerie blue light in the twilight.
Zhuge Yun lightly touched the blade with his fingertips, feeling the icy chill of the Nine Nether Cold Iron that had been deliberately mixed in during the poisoning process.
This poison is lethal upon contact with blood, and it can sever the meridians of the victim. Even if Wei Changxuan possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, there is absolutely no chance of survival.
From afar came the clear, resonant sound of the Xuan Tie sword being sheathed, and Zhuge Yun's Adam's apple bobbed violently.