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

Chapter 1309: Frozen Dao Blood Invades the Sky Peng Emperor's Fall (3K)

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The golden and blue interwoven lights continued to flicker in the void, like a brilliant firework display that never ended.

However, this splendor could not withstand the erosion of time. After a long time, the light gradually dimmed until it disappeared into thin air.

When the dazzling light completely dissipated, only Wanren Fengpeng was seen suspended in the void, breathing weakly, with all its former majesty gone.

Its feathers, which once shone like gold, have now lost their luster and become dull and lifeless, like dusty old objects.

There were scratches on his body from ice crystals in many places, the wounds were crisscrossed like a spider web, and golden blood flowed out from the wounds.

Every drop of blood that fell into the void instantly turned into a ball of golden flame, burning fiercely in the darkness for a moment.

Then, like a dying spark, it flickered several times, and finally turned into ashes and dissipated into the vast void.

This Ten Thousand Blade Wind Peng was originally formed by the condensation of Peng Emperor's essence, spirit and energy. Now that its essence and blood are lost, it is like pulling out its foundation, causing a great loss of its strength.

Peng Huang, who was already seriously injured, looked even more dispirited at this moment, as if a slight breeze could blow him down.

On the other hand, the Tianya Bingpo Holy Dragon had traces of blue blood oozing out of its body, and there was even a tiny crack on its horn.

But compared with Wanren Fengpeng, it is much better, like a giant that still stands firm in the storm.

"It's time to end this."

Lu Xueqi's eyes suddenly turned cold. The tip of the Tianya sword in her hand suddenly bloomed with frost, revealing a bone-chilling coldness that seemed to be able to freeze everything in the world.

Accompanied by a clear shout, as powerful as an avalanche: "The icy dragon soars, the sky is frozen!"

The frosty light was like a sharp arrow, piercing straight into the Ice Soul Holy Dragon of the World.

The Tianya Ice Soul Dragon let out an impassioned dragon roar that seemed to be able to shatter the heaven and earth.

The huge body shook, and a chill like ten thousand years of black ice emanated from the whole body. Then, like a flash of white lightning, it swooped down towards Peng Huang and "Wanren Fengpeng".

It opened its bloody mouth and spurted out a breath of ice dragon that was hundreds of meters thick. The breath was like a rushing glacier across the sky, frost turning the void into frost and freezing the clouds into glass fragments.

Peng Huang's pupils suddenly shrank, and he flapped his wings rapidly, tearing open three space cracks in an attempt to escape this extremely terrifying attack.

However, this breath gave off the meaning of freezing all things. Although it had not arrived yet, the cracks in space were frozen.

It had no choice but to turn at high speed, regardless of the load on its body, as it was most important to escape.

However, the ice dragon's breath was extremely fast, like a meteor chasing the moon, and it caught up with it in an instant.

The ice dragon's breath enveloped its huge body, and ice crystals spread wildly from its wings, covering its entire body in the blink of an eye.

Peng Huang's roar was ruthlessly swallowed up by the ice, leaving only the faint and angry "Ants... How dare you hurt me..." echoing faintly in the ice.

In the end, Penghuang was frozen into a huge ice sculpture, standing quietly in the void like a monument of death.

The residual power of the dragon's breath shattered the "Ten Thousand Blades Wind Peng" into pieces, turning it into golden feathers all over the sky.

Before the golden feather fell, it was frozen into ice crystals by the cold. In the moonlight, it refracted countless sword shadows, just like the eye of heaven coldly overlooking all the disputes and killings in this world.

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In the distance, Chen Hong's eyes froze as he murmured, "This sword..."

The voice was extremely light, as if afraid of disturbing the shock brought by the sword intent.

In fact, Chen Hong was not the only one who saw this shocking sword.

On the top of the mountain a few miles away, several Titled Douluo had already cast their sights over there.

They were originally extraordinary beings in this world, but at this moment, they were also attracted by the sword light and stared at the battlefield intently.

In the main battlefield, the Soul Fighters who had just finished the chase and the battle also stopped their actions and looked up with astonishment in their eyes.

How could anyone be willing to miss such an earth-shaking battle involving level 98 combat power?

Even though the ground was littered with soul beast corpses and trophies, they put them aside for the time being and only wanted to witness this rare spectacle of battle.

After all, how many times in a lifetime can you encounter a battle of this level?
Therefore, Lu Xueqi's sword attracted everyone's attention.

As the sword flashed, its power had already reached the high level of level 98, fully demonstrating the power of "Seven Killings to Cut the Sky", the fifth-ranked fifth-level unique skill of the Chen family.

What's even more amazing is that Lu Xueqi's sword is a variation of the Seven Killings Heaven-Cutting Sword. In the sword's intent, one can faintly glimpse a trace of the rules of the Frozen Dao.

You know, Lu Xueqi's state of mind has not reached level 99, and has not even reached level 98, but she can cross levels and borrow a trace of the rules of heaven and earth. This is the magic and power of the Heavenly Book!
At this moment, the world fell into silence, and only the huge ice sculpture told of the terrifying power of the sword just now.

Lu Xueqi landed slowly and lightly on the ground, the Tianya Sword in her hand still emitting a faint ice-blue light, like a clear spring.

She stared at the ice sculpture quietly, her expression calm as water, but there was not much joy of victory in her heart.

Although she won the battle, she felt the power of Emperor Peng. If she hadn't used the Tianya Ice Soul Dragon and the Seven Killings Heaven-cutting Skill, the outcome would have been unpredictable.

Just as she was lost in thought, the ice sculpture suddenly made a series of "cracking" sounds.

Immediately afterwards, cracks quickly spread across the ice sculpture, crisscrossing like a spider web.

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, tightened the Tianya Sword in her hand again, and stared at the ice sculpture intently.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the ice sculpture exploded, and countless ice crystal fragments flew everywhere like snowflakes.

Peng Huang was covered in blood and rushed out from the ice crystal in a miserable state.

Judging from his appearance, he obviously used a forbidden technique similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique.

In addition, the "Ancestral Bloodline" used before to awaken the forbidden technique must have come at a huge cost, at least the consumption of essence and blood was extremely great.

Its eyes were blood red, full of madness and unwillingness, and it roared at Lu Xueqi: "Tianya Douluo Lu Xueqi, this emperor will remember today's revenge!"

After saying that, it flapped its wings violently, turned into a golden stream of light, and rushed towards the distant sky, leaving only a long golden afterimage.

Lu Xueqi had no intention of pursuing him. She just stood there quietly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the direction where Peng Huang was going away. There seemed to be a hint of imperceptible fatigue flashing across her eyes.

She lowered her eyes slightly, slowly suppressing the fluctuations of the Tianya Sword. The icy blue light on the sword gradually disappeared and returned to calm.

Chen Hong flashed and instantly appeared in front of Lu Xueqi.

He looked solemn and asked, "Master, are you okay? Shouldn't we pursue the enemy while we are victorious?"

Lu Xueqi looked at the direction where Peng Huang was going away, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and said softly: "It can't run away."

Although the voice was soft, it was extremely firm.

At this moment, the distant sky where Peng Huang was heading was suddenly covered with blood.

The blood color was like a surging tide, instantly illuminating half of the world and dyeing the morning glow in the sky blood-like color.

The sky is filled with blood!
The entire sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and a bloody scar a hundred feet long suddenly appeared, just like an ancient ferocious beast opening its ferocious giant eyes.

The red tide rushed down from the sky like a surging red waterfall. Wherever it passed, the clouds were instantly evaporated and turned into patches of scarlet mist.

The mist spread and dyed half of the blue sky into the color of blood amber, which was weird and terrifying.

Every feather on Emperor Peng's huge golden wings was trembling, bearing tremendous pressure.

Between the feathers, blood beads continued to condense, gradually condensing into red lines, like a string of blood-colored pearls.

Scarlet blood was dripping from the tips of its claws. The blood dripped into the void and instantly burned a series of scorch marks with a sizzling sound.

“You are…” The sharp cry of Emperor Peng was accompanied by the piercing sound of breaking metal and stone.

Its nearly 100-meter-long golden body staggered backwards, leaving a deep mark in the void, and it retreated a full thousand meters.

"Nine Layers of Hell!" This deep and eerie voice came from the Nine Netherworlds, carrying with it endless murderous intent and despair.

At the moment when Penghuang's golden pupils faded, it saw seven layers of Rakshasa illusions slowly emerging from the blood tide.

First, Yaksha came through the air holding a halberd, the halberd flashed with cold light, as if it could penetrate everything;
In the second level, Shura steps on the blood lotus, exuding an evil aura. Every step he takes is like stepping on the hearts of all living beings.

In the third level, a ghost mother holds a crying baby in her arms. The baby’s cry is so sharp and piercing that it can tear a person’s soul apart…

Every time an illusion appeared, a cluster of blood mist exploded from all over Penghuang's body, and blood splattered everywhere.

When the seventh-level faceless demon slowly stretched out his bony hand from the blood wave, the golden flame protecting Peng Huang's body dimmed in an instant, like a candle meeting a waterfall.

Wherever the bony finger passed, Peng Huang's golden feathers burst apart, and the blood beads between the feathers poured down like a waterfall, dragging thousands of blood rainbows in the sky, which was beautiful and desolate.

The gilded demon bones of Emperor Peng crumbled into pieces, and the gold flakes floating in the sky mixed with blood rain, and actually condensed into strings of strange Sanskrit in mid-air.

It flapped its wings in its dying moments, and the wind and thunder it stirred up only created faint ripples in the blood-colored area, which were swallowed up by the scarlet blood in an instant.

such a pity!
The seriously injured Peng Huang could only withstand the attack of seven layers of illusion.

Wherever the blood spread, all the grass and trees within a ten-mile radius withered, and the streams flowed backwards, and what gushed out was actually a red spring, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

A titmouse accidentally got caught in the falling blood hail and instantly turned into a skeleton. It fell to the ground with a crisp "ding-dong" sound, and within that sound was a lingering wailing sound.

Peng Huang's huge claws spasmed and curled up, and his eight-foot-long golden wings hung down weakly as if they were broken.

It finally squeezed out a broken breath from its throat: "You...what exactly..."

Before he finished his words, his ten-foot-long black iron beak suddenly cracked into spider-web-like cracks, and a line of bright red blood cut through the sky.

The nearly 100-meter-tall body could no longer stay suspended in the air, and it fell from the ninth heaven with a loud bang, carrying with it the broken clouds and starlight.

The falling force was like a meteorite breaking through the sky, tearing a pale white mark on the blood-red sky along the way.

Standing on the top of the soul beasts in the Xieluo Mountains, the head of the Eagle Peng, one of the Four Emperors, the Peng Emperor officially came to an end!
(End of this chapter)