ATPnovel Chapter 244: Both Sides Suffer Losses
Chapter 244: Both Sides Suffer Losses
"So, it turns out that niece Murong recruited young friend Li to join forces with her to deal with this old man..." Yan Zekun chuckled, then said, "Unfortunately, even if you join forces this time, it will be in vain. Today, you will all perish here."
As he spoke, he made a hand gesture, and yellow light emanated from his body, manifesting the extraordinary phenomena of his immortal foundation.
Heaven, Earth, and Man—the three flowers converge at the top.
A powerful surge of "Earth Qi" emerged from the flower.
"Earthly Radiance..." Yan Zekun made a hand gesture, and the Qi of Earthly Radiance burst forth from the three flowers.
Under his hand gestures, the powerful "Earth Qi" swept away like a long river.
The yellow aura, tinged with silver light, was the result of a secret technique that condensed the "Earth Qi" to its ultimate form.
It transformed into "Earth Flowing Light," its sharpness like a blade and its speed like flowing light.
"Hmph, how dare the light of a firefly compete with the brilliance of the moon!" Murong Qingshuang snorted coldly, took a step forward, and wielded the long sword in her jade hand. "Cold Current Sword Technique: Sixth Form: Sword Qi Comes Like a Tide, Frost and Snow Dance Like Butterflies..." her melodious voice rang out.
Beneath Murong Qingshuang, the long river moved in sync, and a powerful cold current roared in from the three flowers behind her.
The cold current of the Sword River merged with the sword energy emanating from the sword, transforming into a vast and mighty river of sword energy.
Guided by her 'Frosty White Sword', the sword river surged forward, rising three zhang into the air like a raging torrent.
It was slapped towards the 'Earth Flowing Light' sweeping towards it.
At the same time, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped, a cold front swept away, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
Accompanying this was the howling wind of swords, which swept forward along with the waves and snowflakes.
Snowflakes are falling.
The speed of the 'Earth Stream of Light' sweeping in front suddenly slowed down, and the light became frosty, as if it were frozen.
At the same time, the icy sword wave surged down, its powerful sword energy chilling. Wherever it passed, the momentum of "Earth Flowing Light" was blocked, and it even showed a slight tendency to be frozen. Such a scene made Yan Zhenshu behind him feel horrified.
"This woman's combat power is close to that of a fake Core Formation cultivator!" Yan Yicheng's face was also solemn.
"With Sister Qing Shuang here, what's the point of pretending to be a True Immortal?" Murong Xi's eyes lit up, her face burning with excitement.
Ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators are not worth fearing at all.
Yang Jiuli remained calm upon seeing this.
This woman was originally a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who also controlled a near-third-tier sword immortal inheritance, so her combat power was incomparable to that of ordinary people.
Just then, Yang Jiuli's eyes flashed as he looked at Murong Qingshuang in front of him.
But then, the massive, unstoppable wave of sword energy in the sky abruptly stopped.
Murong Qingshuang, who was walking on the waves, stumbled and almost fell into the long river.
She steadied herself, raised her head slightly, and felt a moment of disorientation.
"Sister Qing Shuang..." Murong Xi's heart tightened as she looked to the left.
"Haha, niece Murong... I told you, today you will die here!" Yan Zekun laughed loudly.
He formed hand seals, and the "Earth Qi" from the three flowers behind him roared out again, transforming into a stream of light that surged forward furiously.
The flowing light swept away, covering the previously frozen light and shattering its frost crystals. The two merged, becoming even more powerful.
Then, taking advantage of the momentum, he drew out Murong Qingshuang's sword and shattered the surging sword river whose momentum had slowed down.
The snowflakes falling from the sky were scattered by the yellow hurricane whipped up by the flowing light.
As the surging "Earthly Flowing Light" swept in, Murong Qingshuang felt a chill in her heart. She used the wind to retreat immediately.
At the same time, she activated a second-tier high-grade talisman called "Iron Wall".
A metallic luster erupted before her, and immediately a three-zhang-tall 'blue bronze wall' rose from the ground, blocking the sweeping 'Earth Flowing Light'. A fierce collision took place in the air, and the bronze wall trembled.
However, they managed to hold on with difficulty.
In that instant, Murong Qingshuang had already flown back three zhang to one side.
She stood on the waves, looking ahead with a solemn expression.
At this moment, Yan Zekun used hand gestures to draw out the "Earth Qi," which shattered the "Azure Copper Wall."
The "Earth Flowing Light" also turned into yellow mist and disappeared.
"When did you poison me!" Murong Qing Shuang flipped her hand, and a jade bottle was opened, from which she put an antidote into her mouth.
Then, she looked at Yan Zekun and asked.
By speaking like this, she was clearly trying to buy time so that the antidote could take effect.
"I'm afraid we'll have to wait until you go to the underworld to ask them!" Yan Zekun naturally understood Murong Qingshuang's intentions. He didn't say much, but looked at Yan Zhenshu beside him and said, "You two go and kill these two."
"Yicheng, go and capture Li Sanshui."
Yan Zekun clearly had no intention of letting Yang Jiuli go.
"Yes!" Yan Zhenshu and Yan Yicheng nodded.
"Haolin, go to the Sutra Repository!" Yan Zekun continued to instruct.
"Yes!" Yan Haolin nodded.
Yan Zhenshu's gaze sharpened, locking onto Murong Xi and the woman in colorful clothes.
When he looked at her, Murong Xi's heart skipped a beat, and her mind went blank for a moment, her body swaying as if about to collapse.
The woman in colorful clothes and the woman at the ninth level of Qi Refining beside her were the same.
"When were I poisoned?" The three looked at each other, clearly realizing that they too had been poisoned.
Just then, Yan Zhenshu flew over on the wind. With a hand gesture, a "Mysterious Light Mother-Child Blade" flew out. The mother blade was like a knife, and there were three child blades above it that looked like bone spurs. As it cut through the void, they detached themselves.
Murong Xi only felt four streaks of rainbow light flash before his eyes, and they attacked him from different directions.
Accompanying it was a fierce golden gale.
Murong Xi felt a chill run down her spine. With a flick of her wrist, a mid-grade second-tier talisman appeared, transforming into a protective shield around her.
However, the four beams of light arrived in an instant, piercing the light shield and causing cracks to appear, making it look like it was about to shatter at any moment.
"This is a second-tier high-grade spiritual weapon... Damn it, this guy has been hiding his true strength all along!" Murong Xi gritted her teeth upon seeing this.
He then summoned a second-tier high-grade talisman, the "Golden Light Shield".
The moment the talisman was activated, his protective shield shattered, and the mother-and-child blades seized the opportunity to attack Murong Xi.
In the blink of an eye, a golden light shield protected it, blocking the mother and child blades.
"A high-grade second-tier talisman!" Upon seeing this, Yan Zhenshu's gaze sharpened, and he said, "Once the poison attacks your heart and your mind goes blank, let's see how long you can hide!"
He sneered, not in a hurry to kill Murong Xi, but instead formed hand seals and cast a spell: Golden Cage.
A surge of powerful golden spiritual energy erupted from the ground, resembling a blooming golden lotus flower, trapping Murong Xi within it.
The lotus petals closed, completely sealing it off.
Then, Yan Zhenshu's eyes flashed and locked onto the woman in colorful clothes next to him.
Just now.
The woman in colorful clothes also took an antidote to suppress the deadly poison in her body.
However, just as she took the pill and her dazed state began to ease, she saw Yan Zhenshu giving her a cold look.
Upon seeing this, the woman in colorful clothes dodged and immediately retreated.
Yan Zhenshu flashed away, his feet moving like the wind, his body like a rainbow, and he had already given chase.
As he gave chase, he formed hand seals, his body shimmering with golden light, and unleashed a second-tier mid-grade spell: 'Golden Light Sword Rain'. The golden light behind him burst forth, condensing into countless golden light swords that swept towards the retreating woman in colorful clothes.
The woman in colorful clothes immediately conjured a talisman, which then transformed into a shield of light to defend herself.
He moved to the side, wielding his sword to unleash a river of sword energy towards Yan Zhenshu, fighting and retreating simultaneously.
"The Murong clan cultivators have been poisoned, their combat strength has been greatly reduced, and it will be difficult for them to reverse the defeat." Upon seeing this, Yang Jiuli murmured.
With a thought, he took in everything in the arena.
The Murong clan was clearly in a state of decline.
On the other side, the woman at the ninth level of Qi Refining was also secretly suppressing the poison, but no one paid attention.
Murong Qingshuang summoned the "Frosty Ice Fiend Bell" to protect herself.
Yan Zekun used the "Earth Flowing Light" technique to pursue her, causing the giant bell to tremble and the sound waves to make her feel dizzy.
Left with no other choice, she had to retreat while riding the bell.
Clearly, even if she took the antidote, it would not be able to neutralize the deadly poison in her body in a short period of time.
She even showed signs of her magic power starting to wane.
"I wonder if this woman has any other tricks up her sleeve..." Yang Jiuli thought to himself.
In his view, Murong Qing Shuang seemed to be wary of the Yan family, otherwise she wouldn't have hidden her cultivation level.
Therefore, there must be another trump card up their sleeve.
Just as Yang Jiuli was whispering, the man in black, Yan Yicheng, had already locked onto him.
"Fellow Daoist Li, will you obediently hand over the Sword Immortal inheritance, or will I have to come and collect it myself!"
A sinister smile curled at the corner of the man's mouth. With a hand gesture, light burst forth from his storage bag.
A second-tier high-grade magic weapon appeared and instantly enlarged into a nine-foot-wide giant sword, which then stabbed towards Yang Jiuli.
A gust of wind rose from Yang Jiuli's 'Swift Boots', carrying him backward at lightning speed.
At the same time, his palm flashed with light, and the 'Frosty Cry Sword' appeared.
With the sword in hand, a surge of chilling true energy flowed from his palm into the sword.
The eighth move of the Snowdrift Sword Technique unleashes a sword aura that stretches across 30,000 miles.
In an instant, a powerful river of sword energy burst forth from the sword.
The chilling true essence within his body surged forth following the sword's momentum.
In an instant, it transformed into a long river of sword energy, colliding with the giant sword in front of it and unleashing a powerful surge of magical energy. In just a moment, the giant sword was actually forced back by Yang Jiuli's river of sword energy.
The giant sword retreated, and the light patterns above it dimmed, transforming into a three-inch-long small sword that fell backward.
Just as Xiao Jian was sent flying and before he could even land, a chilling sword aura swept over him.
This small sword, radiating golden light, was frozen in mid-air.
Yan Yicheng, who was still at the rear, felt a chill as sharp as a sword sweeping towards him, vast and powerful.
The chilling sword energy scraped against my skin, causing a sharp pain, and a fear of being pierced and annihilated by thousands of sword energies surged into my heart.
"How can this sword energy be so terrifying..." Yan Yicheng's eyes showed surprise, and at the same time, he flew backward to the side as if the wind was blowing under his feet.
In the instant he retreated, a long river of sword energy swept across, causing snow to fall from the sky and ice crystals to condense on the ground.
A gust of sword energy still struck Yan Yicheng, who had narrowly dodged the attack, leaving several sword marks on his cheek.
Blood was flowing.
"So this is a sword immortal!" Yan Yicheng touched the blood on his cheek, glanced at the sword river that had flowed by, and felt a surge of emotions. Then, with a look of fear on his face, he looked at Yang Jiuli not far away. His feelings were extremely complicated.