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

Chapter 1287: Battle on Cloud Peak - Record of Sword Roaring Peng

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Chen Hong's green shirt rustled in the wind, and the icy and water energies in his sleeves surged and condensed into a Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish picture hanging above his head.

He said in a clear voice: "Since Emperor Peng knows this sword, he should know that the Chen family's sword will not kill the unknown."

The golden pupils of Peng Huang (i.e. Eagle Huang) suddenly shrank, as if he was recalling the glorious past. He said in a deep voice, "Sword power? It has 70% of the aura of Chen Haoran back then."

Peng Huang sneered: "Unfortunately, you are destined to perish here today."

Chen Hong looked indifferent, with a cold light in his eyes and a hint of sneer at the corner of his lips: "Are you so confident?"

Peng Huang's golden pupils were like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, and he said proudly: "Of course!"

As one of the famous and notorious "Four Emperors" of the Xie Luo Mountains, it has a profound cultivation of more than 97 years, enough to compete with the th level peak Douluo among soul masters.

Wherever the Emperor Peng's tail feathers swept past, the sea of ​​clouds rolled like waves, and he declared domineeringly: "Not only you, but also those who dare to challenge my majesty will pay the price and perish."

Chen Hong stroked the sword pattern between his eyebrows with his sword finger: "Today, let me meet you, the so-called Peng Huang!"

"Our ancestors proved their truth with their blood, and I am now carrying on their legacy—"

The voice suddenly turned sharp, like ice breaking through the air, "I will use the ninety thousand golden feathers of Emperor Peng to sacrifice to my Seven Killing Sword's thousand-year reputation!"

Chen Haoran was the great elder of the Chen family when they moved to Chenlin Village more than two hundred years ago. His soul power reached the peak Douluo level of level 97, and he was also the direct ancestor of the Chen Hong's "Shui" lineage.

Back then, the Chen family produced two level 97 peak Douluo one after another, and Chen Haoran was one of them.

The soul power flowed between Chen Hong's wrists like a whirlpool in a cold pond. The ice water Tai Chi diagram of the Xuanming sword intent finally formed a hundred-foot sword aura in front of him. The sword energy was rampant and tore through the sky.

The gilded Sky-Splitting Peng folded its wings at the top of the clouds, its golden eyes were like torches, emitting electric fire.

The strong wind and thunder from the nine heavens swept across its feathers, making a clanging sound like the sound of weapons clashing, shocking people's hearts.

"What a good son of the Chen family!"

Peng Huang laughed in anger, and spread his wings, covering the sky and the sun: "In the past, Chen Haoran climbed my cliff with the Seven Killing Swords, but he could only fight me to a draw."

The feathers in the sky turned into golden swords and iron horses, carrying the ancient fierce aura, rushing towards them like a violent storm, "You, a young man, are you worthy enough to dare to kill me?"

Before he finished speaking, the hundred-foot sword aura had collided with the golden wind and thunderstorm, causing the sky and earth to change color and the wind and clouds to stir.

All the peaks of the Xie Luo Mountains trembled together, as if the world was about to collapse.

Ten miles away, you can see three strange colors shining against each other above the sky - the gilded thunderclouds on the left are surging like boiling water, the black ice sword field on the right is freezing cold, and the golden wind is whistling in the center, as if a dragon is emerging from the sea, crushing the void.

The celestial phenomena changed horribly.

"Interesting!" Peng Huang flapped his wings and flew high, his sharp claws shattering the triple ice swords, and sneered, "Compared to your ancestor, it is quite innovative."

Suddenly, cracks appeared on its tail feathers, and it was obvious that it was not unscathed in this battle.

Emperor Peng roared in anger, his voice shaking the sky: "But ants don't know, my cultivation of 200,000 years is beyond your imagination -"

After saying that, his wings suddenly folded together, tearing spider-web-like cracks in the air.

“Nothing special.” Chen Hong turned his sword and transformed it into the shape of a swimming dragon. “Do you know that there is still a half-charred black roc feather hanging at the highest point of the sword pavilion in the Chen family’s ancestral hall?”

The green-robed swordsman walked in the air, and with every step he took, a green lotus shadow bloomed. Lotus flowers grew with every step, and the air was fairy-like.

The light of the Seven Killing Sword surged, splitting the sky full of thunderclouds in half. Wherever the sword pointed, it was invincible. "Even if you soul beasts live for a thousand years."

As the sword energy spread, rocks collapsed and dust flew. "It's hard to understand the true meaning of the Chen family's swordsmanship!"

"When the ancestor's sword will reaches the sky."

Chen Hong's figure suddenly became like a flying dragon flying through the clouds, with the sword pointing directly at the giant roc's brow, and the sword energy was sharp. "You are just a frightened lost dog in Xie Luo Mountain, what's the point of mentioning you!" The emperor raised his neck and cried out loudly, shattering the clouds. His golden beak swallowed up the ancient strong wind, and thousands of thunder balls exploded between his feathers. His golden wings seemed to overturn the entire mountain. He was majestic and invincible.

The two afterimages, like a meteor chasing the moon, collided with each other to create a vast expanse of rosy clouds, brilliant and dazzling.

The two gusts of air collided with each other, and the hundred-foot-high cliff collapsed.

The Emperor Peng laughed in anger, and suddenly spread his wings, like a cloud covering the sky: "That guy fought with me for three days and nights, and only broke half of my tail feather!"

The sound was like thunder rolling over mountains, shaking and echoing. A golden shadow a hundred feet long condensed in the air under its claws, shining brightly and imposing.

"Do you know why Chen Haoran stopped at level ninety-seven?"

Above the sky, a wind and thunder formation of 100,000 golden feathers suddenly appeared. Each feather was engraved with ancient thunder patterns, and the edges were flowing with golden wind blades that could tear through the space, extremely sharp.

"It was because he attempted to break the sky with his sword, but was instead struck by my Nine Heavens Strong Wind and Thunder Tribulation, which shattered half of his sword spirit!"

The Tai Chi diagram of ice and water under Chen Hong's feet suddenly reversed, the yin and yang energies blended, and the shadows of water in the sky were like a dream. He smiled calmly: "What a coincidence."

The sound of the Seven Kill Sword was like a dragon roaring in the abyss, and dark golden lines appeared on the sword's spine.

"The ancestor left a book saying: 'The day when the feathers of Emperor Peng's tail are completely broken, the sword intent of the Seven Killing Waters will be perfected' (Astronomical Level)."

"This sword is called 'Sword Force Seven Killings Cutting the Sky'. Please appreciate it, Emperor Peng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Hong's sword technique changed suddenly, and phantoms of surging rivers surged around him, with vast waves and majestic momentum.

As the tip of the sword trembled slightly, hundreds of water dragons roared out of the air, carrying an overwhelming force, and collided violently with the surging torrent of golden weapons that was shining with a sharp cold light.

The sky is filled with brilliant sparks, shining brightly.

At the intersection of the two extremely powerful spirit skills, the space was distorted and changed, recreating the image of the "Taichu Mixed Hole" black hole. Thousands of meters of flowing clouds seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, rolling back like a waterfall.

In an instant, an explosion far greater than any previous one shook the heavens and the earth.

When the smoke clears, all that remains is the devastation and the lingering power.

The golden feather on Peng Huang's left wing was oozing with blood, and the sleeves of Chen Hong's robe were also seeping with scarlet. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and his eyes were filled with even stronger fighting spirit.

“It’s great!” Peng Huang’s golden eyes ignited with a burning desire to fight, “Compared to your ancestor, you are better at taking advantage of the world, but unfortunately——”

The wings suddenly spread out, and countless energies gathered on them, increasing several times, as if the entire world was shrouded in its shadow.

"Even Chen Haoran didn't dare to take on this move of mine, 'Gilded Fall into the Netherworld'!"

Blood gushed out of Chen Hong's mouth, but he laughed loudly, and his laughter was full of heroism.

The nine soul rings on the Seven Kill Sword lit up one after another, shining brightly, making him look like a banished immortal.

"Embedded Ring Technique!"

"My body is like a sword!"

"Killing Technique!"

"Today I will let you know"

The sword light suddenly increased, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, and the sword light turned into thunder in the sky, piercing straight down.

"What does it mean that once the blue sword is out, it will be in the dust forever?"

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(Note: The Chen Family Sword Pavilion does have half of an ancient feather, and the ancestral hall sword stele forest is engraved with "In the winter of Douluo calendar 2252, half of Peng Huang's feather was cut off at the top of Xie Luo")
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