Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1277: War Eagle Roars
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Ma Zhibin and others launched the third wave of swift attack, but at this time, the formation of the ferocious birds had already collapsed like a galaxy. Amid the interweaving of colorful lights, they only managed to kill a few remaining enemies sporadically, barely taking away a small wave of enemies.

The three waves of attacks were connected very well, and the flock of birds was a little stunned. They were indeed experienced Soul Fighters.

After three waves of attacks, like huge waves washing away sand, the weak ones with broken wings fell into the clouds one after another.

The remaining two or three thousand ferocious birds flapped their wings and flew high, circling in the air, with a chilling bloody aura faintly emanating from their feathers.

It is not difficult to see that most of them are mid-to-high-level flying soul beasts.

The leading blue-feathered goshawk was extremely angry. It suddenly flapped its wings and flew high, stirring up a fierce gust of wind, with a three-foot cold light bursting out of its golden pupils.

It spoke in human language and shouted sternly: "You slaughtered my fellow men in the mountains and even killed my third brother. Today I will make sure that you will turn into bones on a lonely mountain!"

The sound was like thunder, echoing in the valley for a long time.

Unfortunately, the soul masters didn't take its roar seriously at all.

At this moment, how could they have the time to pay attention to the clamor of the hawk?

Besides, their resolve is as strong as a rock, so how could they be swayed or frightened by the roar of the eagle?

Uh, this is another Wind and Thunder War Eagle.

As the original race and bloodline before the Eagle King evolved, it is reasonable for them to have several Saint King-level soul beasts.

As its long cry like tearing silk pierced the sky, the flock of birds suddenly turned into streams of fire and scattered, no longer concentrating in one place, but launching a fierce attack from all directions.

The two sides of the battle were engaged in a stalemate in close to medium range with the platform as the center. The situation was deadlocked for a while, and the sound of swords clashing was like heavy rain knocking on the window, dense and crisp.

This moment is the critical moment for control-type soul masters to show their skills.

The Ji brothers used the art of voice control to control the battle situation. The Nine Phoenix Flute emitted a sharp sound like tearing silk. The sound waves spread like ripples, causing the soul beast's body to crack inch by inch.
Liu Yirong raised her bare hands lightly, and needles flew like rain from her fingertips. Hundreds of needles were wrapped in a sharp cold light, aiming directly at the enemy's vital points.
Twelve gilded rings swirled fiercely on Gao Ying's wrists, drawing brilliant trails in the air. Wherever the rings passed, iron and stone were easily cut open like tofu.

Chen Xuanqi waved his sleeves and threw out the black and white chessboard martial spirit. The chessboard had crisscrossed patterns, like a star-studded pattern. In an instant, dozens of birds were trapped in the hysteresis barrier, unable to move.
There was also the Wind Shadow Martial Spirit, which was strictly prohibited from being used. It stirred up gusts of wind, and the wind was as sharp as a blade, cutting through the void.

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The sword cultivator of the Chen family held a three-foot-long green sword in his hand, and the sword light was like a dragon, dancing out afterimages all over the sky. Wherever the sword pointed, there were sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls, killing the bound soul beasts one by one, carrying out the final harvest.

Yang Jingxue and the other two leaned against the stone pillars, staring closely at the two Saint King-level beings in the sky—the Fearful Griffin and the Wind-Thunder War Eagle.

The wings of the fearful griffin hung down to the clouds, and its sharp claws shone with a poisonous light; the wind and thunder eagle was surrounded by lightning, and every flap of its wings would bring about a thunderstorm with a terrifying momentum.

She stared at the sky with murderous eyes, and shot arrows around the wind and thunder eagles in the air, while Yang Zhijia and You Dongshan's bows and arrows fought against the fearful griffins.

Yang Zhijia and You Dongshan cooperated tacitly, shooting arrows at the ferocious fear griffin.

As for Cheng Nanxing, Ma Zhibin, Chu Tianshu, Cheng Yun and other flying soul masters, they only dared to fly close to them cautiously at this moment.

Their wings swept low, and they flew and moved along the rugged rocks like kites turning over. The soul power between their ten fingers was condensed like crescent-shaped blades, constantly bombarding the rampaging birds.

However, they did not dare to stay too far away from other soul masters for fear of being isolated and helpless.

After Chen Hong delivered that stunning blow, he put away his sword and stood there, waiting in silence, staring closely at the majestic Eagle King in the distance. Well, by the way, he also protected Zhuo Qianren who was absorbing the spirit ring.

Chen Hong's soul power shield blocks out all external disturbances.

The birds were naturally unwilling to be outdone. For example, the iron-beaked vultures on the east side swooped down like meteors, unstoppable.
To the west, a dozen red-eyed ghost owls suddenly attacked along the steep cliff, looking strange and unpredictable;
Dozens of golden-winged falcons flew across the sky, their claws as sharp as knives, tearing open the black armor and sending out dazzling sparks.

For a moment, feathers covered the sky, and sharp beaks pecked through the protective qi, raising a blood mist. The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky.

Well, after all, hunting high-level soul beasts in the mountains is no child's play. Many Soul Douluos are wearing various combat uniforms, robes, and even armor.

On the platform a hundred feet high, the sound of metal clashing was heard continuously, soul skills fluttered like dancing butterflies, the light was dazzling, and the soul power ripples were surging.

The clouds in the sky dispersed as the green flame burned the sky. Stone chips flew everywhere as the silver ring broke through the air. Thousands of sword lights and bird cries intertwined, making half of the sky flicker.

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The classification and grouping strategy implemented by Chen Hong just now has completely disrupted and reorganized the fixed team model of the original three groups.

The team was able to handle the situation efficiently when facing opponents who were weaker than them.

However, in such large-scale, high-intensity battles, the coordinated combat capabilities and tactical flexibility demonstrated by the classified groupings are undoubtedly more powerful.

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At this moment, the army of soul beasts on the ground were surging in from the eastern hillside and launching a fierce charge.

The first thing they have to face is Zhuang Mocheng's withered bamboo martial spirit.

The mountain pass was narrow, less than a hundred meters wide. Zhuang Mocheng did not choose a powerful attack or precise control. Instead, he deployed his sixth soul skill [Bamboo Formation of Life and Death] at lightning speed, using it as a roadblock to slow down the beasts' advance.

The eighth-grade withered bamboo martial spirit is very terrifying.

Even though the huge group of soul beasts were rampaging and destroying countless bamboos, the Withering and Flourishing Bamboo Formation was madly absorbing the vitality of these soul beasts.

Especially those low-level soul beasts, their vitality was quickly extracted and turned into nutrients, prompting the withered bamboo to grow wildly again, forming an endless cycle.

At the same time, a huge cherry tree rose from the ground and stood above the battlefield.

Cherry blossom petals were falling from the sky. This was Xia Yun's eighth soul skill [Fantasy Sea of ​​Cherry Trees].

Uh, the Phantom Sakura Martial Soul is a tree-type martial soul, ranked seventh.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the earth, and complementing with the cherry blossoms flying all over the sky, forming a dreamlike picture.

A huge sea of ​​cherry blossoms formed instantly, covering the low- and middle-level soul beasts.

The power of illusion was so strong that it made these soul beasts fall into a trance and stagnation, unable to extricate themselves, and were eventually ruthlessly trampled by the subsequent beast groups.

At this moment, Dugu Lin's eighth soul skill [Blue Sky Poison Miasma] descended upon the battlefield like a dark cloud.

(End of this chapter)