noffsinger Chapter 320 The Defeated Challenger
Chapter 320 The Defeated Challenger
Chapter 320 The Defeated Challenger
"A general should lead by example. The 'Flame Patterned Liewang Spear' in this general's hand has been sharpened for a whole cycle, and is about to bloom with splendor and show its edge!" Wen Ji raised his arm slightly, and the finger wearing the Kunzai Ring moved slightly, and a large spear suddenly appeared in his palm.
The spear was about eight feet and one inch long, with red runes engraved all over the spear body, and three Danlings embedded in the spear hoop emitting a blazing red light. The spear blade sometimes turned black and sometimes white as the light changed. This was a wonderful soul weapon made of yin and yang iron, which was slightly higher in grade than Wu Qiubai's Shuanglong Soul-breaking Spear and more powerful.
Wen Ji let out a long roar that reached the sky, and strange phenomena rose in the field. The quiet and peaceful plain instantly turned into a tragic battlefield of bloody fighting.
Looking around, countless soldiers emerged like a tide, brandishing their weapons one after another, shouting and killing, interweaving into a symphony of cruel killing and death, unfolding a picture of a strong and murderous atmosphere that covered the sky and the earth.
Wu Qiubai watched the battle and commented: "The Duke of Zhenguo is indeed a descendant of the Human King's bloodline. His actual combat skills are better than mine. The vision of the 'Bloody Battlefield' appeared, sweeping across the army with majestic momentum!"
Cai Youling said nothing, but nodded slightly as if full of confidence.
Wen Ji's vision enveloped the vast plain, and his figure flashed like a wild dragon dancing wildly, using the move "Hundred Dragons Burning the Wilderness". The tip of the spear flashed with a little cold light like a hundred dragons roaring, and he rushed ahead of thousands of troops, biting at Feng Jinglun with irresistible swiftness.
Facing the shouts and cries that resounded through the heavens and earth, Feng Jinglun turned a deaf ear to them, stood firmly on the spot, waved his palms and rolled up hundreds of tornadoes, and rushed towards the opponent's gun tip with unparalleled force. He dared to use his flesh to confront the Horcrux magic weapon, fearless!
Hei Long's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Hundred Dragon Spear Technique! Tornado Hand! Both sides are performing dragon martial arts."
Cheng Bai asked curiously, "Is the Dragon Clan's martial arts widely spread? Both humans and demons can use it."
Bei Tingjun responded: "The martial arts of the Dragon Clan are famous, and are ranked among the top ten sects of all clans. They are honored as the 'True Dragon Sect'!"
Li Tong echoed, "The True Dragon Dao tradition was created to adapt to the changes of human and dragon forms. Both humans and demons can practice it, and it is unprecedented. Occasionally, some masters can master one or two of them, which is enough to dominate the world. So far, I have never seen anyone who has mastered all of them. Even I only have one martial art, the 'Flying Dragon Claw'."
After a short conversation, the outcome of the battle was decided.
Feng Jinglun's tornado hand technique had just the right amount of power, completely offsetting the power of the Hundred Dragons Spear Technique.
When Wen Ji's Flame Pattern Liewang Spear stabbed in front of Feng Jinglun, it was like a spent bow. All his energy, strength, intention and momentum were exhausted but to no avail. It was just like a show that was only for show.
Feng Jinglun didn't even move his lower body, his tornado hand technique was still fresh, and he took advantage of the situation to accurately touch the opponent's gun, and with just a light tap, Wen Ji couldn't hold the weapon anymore.
The Flame Pattern Liewang Spear flew out of his hand and flew several miles away, drawing a long arc in the air, and then pierced into the grass and soil with a "clang" sound. The remaining power made the spear body tremble continuously.
Although Wen Ji guessed that he was inferior to the other party, he did not expect to be defeated as soon as he came into contact. He was immersed in incredible shock. The bloody battlefield vision was filled with shouts of killing, and his fighting spirit weakened as he lost momentum.
The Smoker was surprised and said, "Does the Cai family's prince lack experts under his command? Why would he send out such a coward? He can't even hold out for a single move."
Zhai Xufei's nine faces were all solemn. He shook his head and said, "No, it's not true. This sturdy general with a big belly is much more powerful than me. His cultivation is similar to that of Xiyi Ghost King."
Cheng Bai said softly: "Wen Ji still has fighting spirit, let's see how he fights back desperately."
The bloody battlefield was covered in fierce winds, and the troops in all directions had lost their morale and dared not advance an inch.
Feng Jinglun had the upper hand and said calmly: "Wen Ji, according to the bet, I have to keep your soul. You must accept the defeat!" His voice was not loud but it echoed on the vast plain and was clearly heard by everyone present.
Wu Qiubai shook his head and sighed sadly: "My lord, I still underestimated him. He can only hold out for a short time..."
Wen Ji's face was ashen. He looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahaha... This general has been through hundreds of battles and regards life and death as nothing. What's a mere Yuanshen worth? Want it? Come and get it if you can!"
He waved his hand violently, urging the still trembling Flame Pattern Liewang Spear from a distance, cursing, "After sixty years of sharpening the spear, you have only produced a useless piece of trash! Who are you afraid of? Charge!"
"Buzz buzz..." The spirit of the magic weapon wailed in grief and anger, as if it was greatly stimulated.
The spear flew up from the ground with a "whoosh" sound, performing the fierce move of "Hundred Dragons Flying in the Sky", roaring like a dragon, and the tip of the spear stabbed towards Feng Jinglun's side with the momentum of sacrificing one's life for righteousness.
Wen Ji used his fists and palms to transform into spear moves, and coordinated the attack of the Flame Pattern Lie King Spear with the "Hundred Dragons Hiding in the Abyss" trick, using all his strength to kill Feng Jinglun from the other side. He attacked from both sides with physical skills and magic weapons, and was really willing to die in order to save the defeat.
The bloody battlefield was boiling again, as thousands of troops and all kinds of strange phenomena swept in, vowing to completely drown the lone opponent and trample him into dust.
However, it backfired.
The place where Feng Jinglun was turned into a darkness like the night.
Many soldiers on the bloody battlefield disappeared as soon as they rushed into the darkness!
Wen Ji's two combined attacks penetrated into the darkness, as if there was a void of space inside. He completely lost his target and felt his eyes bloodshot.
He suddenly realized, "Why can't such a magnificent soul weapon penetrate even a piece of mud?"
Wu Qiubai's eyes twitched as he watched the battle, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "Eternal Night Overlord!"
Cheng Bai sensed that night was approaching, and after repeated exploration with Phoenix Force, he still could not tell whether it was real or fake. He asked in shock, "Is that the vision of the Night Demon Prince? It looks like it, but it doesn't look like it."
Li Tong said: "The Eternal Night Overlord is a unique secret technique of the Night Demon Clan. The effect is simple to explain. Wherever the night is widespread, the caster's power will be doubled. It is everywhere and yet nowhere to be found, so it has an absolute advantage."
When the dark night faded away, the bloody battlefield vision disappeared without a trace. Wen Ji collapsed like mud, and the Flame Pattern Lie King Spear fell to the ground in silence.
Feng Jinglun stood there as steady as a mountain, holding Wen Ji's neck with one hand, and chuckled, "Your soul is in the late Nirvana stage, and I will accept it with pleasure. But you are still one step behind Miao Yuan from fourteen thousand years ago." He casually threw Wen Ji's body and the Flame Pattern Liewang Spear high up and threw them in front of the eight lords.
Gao Xu's blood-red eyes flashed with greed, and he hissed, "With his cultivation level in his lifetime, it's no problem for him to become a ghost king in a moment. Maybe someone will want to compete with Gui Mang for the seat."
Ghost King Xiyi said unhappily: "Guitou Mountain is a small place, send it to your White Bone Villa."
Yin Mei rolled her eyes, dragged the corpse and the weapons away first, and said, "I'm short of a gatekeeper in my underground palace. A gunman would be perfect for me."
Wu Qiubai's face turned pale, but Cai Youling remained calm.
"If you two have nothing to do, you can leave on your own." Feng Jinglun said to the Cai family prince in a cold tone, then ignored him and turned to face the Yong Yao camp, "The Mo family's immortal demon body, come out and fight."
Mo Gui hurriedly said, "Wait a minute. Let me make some preparations."
Binghu raised his chin and shouted contemptuously: "If you are afraid, kneel down and beg for mercy. Your Highness will be kind enough to let you die comfortably."
Mo Gui seemed not to hear the ridicule. He bowed slightly to Yong Yao and said, "My lord, the opponent is strong. If I want to win, I must use all my strength! I must use the Golden Light Flying Armor with all my strength and without reservation."
Yong Yao responded calmly: "It's okay to try your best."
Mo Gui again told Dharma King Miaoyin, "Dharma King, please help me."
Dharma King Miaoyin nodded slightly.
Mo Gui raised the Sumeru mustard seed, which gushed out golden light, and continuously released 168 golden flying armors that he had prepared in advance.
Golden light shines and dances all over the sky, and miracles happen.
The bat-shaped flying armor groups were pulled by an invisible force, gathered together and quickly merged into one, forming a huge human figure standing in front of Mo Gui, looking as if they were supposed to be a whole.
Cheng Bai was amazed inwardly: "The art of flying armor is extremely wonderful, it can change shape and rotate freely at will! This black technology is very advanced... Could it be that he wants to wear it on himself?"
Sure enough, Mo Gui slowly opened his arms, walked forward steadily, and entered the golden flying armor as if wearing extraordinary armor.
The humanoid golden flying armor seemed to be endowed with life, and quickly fitted his entire body tightly to form a seamless golden armor giant. He looked majestic, about six meters tall, even more muscular than the Yellow Turban Warrior, with an imposing manner like a mountain and divine power like a prison.