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

Chapter 1318: The Yan Family Strikes Back (3K)

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With Zhu Yanfeng, the defensive soul master, as the vanguard, followed closely by a dozen high-spirited soul masters.

They rushed in fiercely from the front of the manor gate like an unstoppable steel torrent.

It was like a gust of wind sweeping away the remaining clouds, or like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, charging forward without any hindrance, and the manor guards could not resist it at all.

The solid walls collapsed in front of them like paper; the exquisite houses also shook under their impact and finally collapsed with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust. The destructive power was astonishing.

The group advanced with unstoppable force and had already reached the depths of the courtyard.

Zhu Yanfeng's eyes were as sharp as torches, his soul power surged around him, and the stone armor shield in his hand shone with a thick yellow light.

He shouted loudly, then rushed towards the defense line like a tiger descending from the mountain, but was knocked away in an instant.

At this moment, Ling Yunxiao suddenly let out a long roar that split the sky: "Brother Yanfeng, get out of the way!"

Before he finished speaking, he was seen wearing a green shirt, and his figure turned into a shadow, flashing between heaven and earth, so fast that it was hard to keep up.

In an instant, the sound of a wolf howling suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

Immediately afterwards, a dark green hurricane dropped from the sky, carrying with it sharp wind blades, sweeping over with the force of destroying mountains and splitting rocks.

Under the ravages of the hurricane, all the blue bricks within a radius of one hundred meters were swept up and flew wildly in the air.

Many armored guarding soul masters were like dead leaves encountering autumn wind in the face of this violent hurricane, and were completely unable to fight back.

Their armor was torn to pieces by the hurricane, and the fragments and broken blades intertwined in the air, swirling into a tragic waterfall, making a sharp whistling sound.

When the hurricane finally stopped and the dust gradually dissipated, Ling Yunxiao was seen standing with his hands behind his back, proudly standing in a pool of blood on the ground.

At this time, blood rain fell down and his true body gradually appeared.

When everyone looked closely, they saw that the 30-meter-long corridor behind him was in a mess, as if it had been viciously devoured by a giant beast.

The broken limbs and spears were stuck in the red lacquered beams and pillars, still trembling slightly.

The Fengyun fan in Ling Yunxiao's hand was still emitting a faint green glow. The light was dreamy, yet it also revealed a cold murderous intent.

His face was stern, his eyes were like ice, and he uttered two words coldly: "Come again."

Although the voice was light, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the guards hard, making people shudder.

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At this critical moment, when the situation was hanging by a thread, a figure suddenly flashed in the distant sky, floating like a ghost, making it difficult to grasp its whereabouts.

There were shadowy figures behind him, and there were endless figures leaping towards him.

With a low and suppressed humming sound, a pitch-black dragon claw that covered the sky and the sun, wrapped in a pungent fishy wind, slashed down from the sky and attacked Ling Yunxiao rapidly.

The claws were emptied, and the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound.

Zhu Yanfeng's eyes suddenly froze and his pupils contracted rapidly.

He flashed and moved in front of Ling Yunxiao.

He used the [Golden Bell Cover] without hesitation.

When the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a hunchbacked old man suddenly appeared before our eyes.

An eerie aura emanated from the old man's body, and his five black dragon claws were like hooks, firmly clasping the shadow of the golden bell.

Although the golden bell phantom was covered with cracks, it still stubbornly hovered in front of Zhu Yanfeng, resisting the attack that could destroy mountains and split rocks.

When the guards saw this scene, they were all horrified. They had never seen such a horrific attack, nor had they ever imagined that the Yan family actually hid such a powerful master.

Zhu Yanfeng only felt a huge pressure coming towards him. His body shook violently, and the blue bricks under his feet were shattered by his powerful momentum and turned into powder and flew everywhere.

He clearly saw a nine-ring shadow appear behind the old man.

A roar like the sound of metal and stone colliding burst out from his throat: "How could the Yan family hide an old monster like you?"

"I am an incompetent old man, but the master of the family gave me the name Laojiu." The old man's voice was hoarse, like a broken gong, with a creepy and eerie feeling.

After saying this, he suddenly exerted force with his knuckles, and with a "crack" sound, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the phantom of the golden bell.

"The nickname 'Old Nine of the Yan Family' sounds better than 'Butler'." The old man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a weird and cruel smile.

The guards suddenly woke up from their dream. They opened their eyes wide with disbelief on their faces.

The person in front of me is Yan Jiu!
On weekdays, he always followed Yan Wufeng silently, looking amiable and often holding a purple clay teapot in his hand.

Who would have thought that this old man, ranked ninth in the Yan family, was actually a Titled Douluo!
At this moment, he was as bottomless as the Nine Netherworld Cold Pond, making people afraid to approach him.

On the old man's withered arm, a Netherworld Demon Dragon pattern was winding. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a strange and fierce light flashing in his eyes.

"Eighth Soul Skill - Dark Dragon Break!"

Then, a dragon roar resounded through the world, the sound was like a huge bell, shaking the ancient trees around and causing countless leaves to fall. As a level 89 defense-type Soul Douluo, Zhu Yanfeng's defense was beyond ordinary people, even surpassing many Title Douluo.

He has fought against title-level masters many times over the years and has accumulated rich combat experience.

Faced with this sudden attack, he remained shocked.

After the [Golden Bell] was broken, he immediately activated [Martial Soul True Body] and [Stone Armor Fury], which can be said to be a three-piece set.

As a result, the pitch-black dragon claw, which was filled with endless power, collided violently with the giant stone shield.

In an instant, there was a loud thunderclap, and a violent air wave, centered on the point where the two collided, spread out wildly in all directions like a surging tide, plowing deep grooves on the ground, with gravel flying and dust filling the sky.

Under the fierce impact of the pitch-black dragon claws, fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the stone armor shield, spreading rapidly like a spider web.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks continued to deepen and expand, and with a loud "crack", the giant stone armor shield finally couldn't bear the weight and broke apart.

Zhu Yanfeng only felt a huge force like a tidal wave coming at him, and his whole body was blown away dozens of meters like a kite with a broken string, and his feet left two long grooves on the ground.

When he finally managed to steady himself, he felt the blood surging in his body. He clenched his teeth and forced the surging blood down. In the end, he took on this shocking blow without getting hurt.

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Yan Jiu, whose real name was Yan Guangxun, was born into an inconspicuous branch of the Yan family.

The martial soul he awakened is a mutated form of the Dark Dragon - the Netherworld Dragon. This martial soul can be seen as a single-player simplified version of the Yan family's powerful martial soul fusion skill "Netherworld Dark Night Dragon".

It’s a pity that it is not a martial soul fusion skill, so its value is greatly reduced.

Although they both have ninth-grade martial spirits, the Yan family is full of talented people, and the children of side branches have always found it difficult to obtain the favor of the family's core resources.

Yan Jiu has lived on the edge of the family since he was young. He watched his direct descendants enjoy the top-level training resources and be worshipped by everyone like a star. The seeds of unwillingness in his heart quietly took root.

However, fate always likes to play jokes, and turning points come unexpectedly.

When Yan Guangxun was ten years old, he was spotted by Yan Wufeng, the young master of the Yan family at that time, and from then on he had the possibility of rising to a high position in the world.

He was extremely grateful to Yan Wufeng and worshipped him as a god.

Many years later, he became Yan Jiu and became a prominent figure in the Yan family!
On the surface, he is a Soul Douluo stationed in the inner court as the chief eunuch, but in reality, under the careful arrangement of Yan Wufeng, he has become a hidden player of the Titled Douluo level.

This time, he led five Soul Douluos and more than a hundred Demon Dragon Guards to come to support and block the attack of Zhu Yanfeng and a dozen others.

Chen Wu's figure was like a crane flying across the vast blue sky, soaring past Zhu Yanfeng's head.

"Eighth Soul Skill - Seven Killing Sword Shadows!"

The voice was still echoing in the air when the sound of a sword was heard, breaking the sky. The green light suddenly surged, and his figure instantly transformed into seven afterimages that were difficult to distinguish between real and fake.

This is a powerful soul skill that Chen Wu took from the 80,000-year-old phantom saber-toothed leopard.

The first sharp sword light slashed down swiftly from the top of the head, the second sword was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, slashing at the waist and abdomen, and the third sword went straight to the vital point of Tanzhong. The speed of each sword was more than 30% faster than the previous one.

Each attack of the afterimage increases by 10%.

The seven residual images attacked Yan Jiu's vital points like ghosts. When the swords broke through the air, they made gradually sharp whistling sounds. One sword was faster than the other, and the layers of sword shadows were like raging waves hitting the shore, surging and turbulent.

The sound of the sword breaking through the air was as sharp as tearing silk. In a moment, the seven sharp sword energies formed an impenetrable net that enveloped the area within three meters around Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu's bloodshot pupils suddenly shrank, and his feet suddenly crushed the blue bricks under his feet, and he shouted: "Sixth Soul Skill - Demonic Dragon Coiling Abyss!"

In an instant, the shadow of the Netherworld Demon Dragon hovered around him, shaking off a dark light all over the sky.

The dragon's tail swept across, instantly shattering the two sword shadows; the dragon's claws stretched out, fiercely tearing the three afterimages into pieces.

When the last two sword shadows approached with a sharp sound of air explosion, the evil dragon suddenly opened its huge mouth and spewed out a purple-black poisonous flame, which actually melted the sharp sword energy.

"Explode!" Chen Wu's true body suddenly appeared in the air, and his right hand holding the sword formula suddenly clenched.

Yes, this skill is the same as Chen Hua’s eighth soul skill, and it also has a second stage skill - sword explosion!

The five broken images suddenly exploded, and the sword energy fragments flew everywhere like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

Within a radius of ten feet, beams and pillars broke, and the bluestone ground cracked like a spider web.

The sword beams in the sky were reflected in Yan Jiu's bloodshot pupils. He pulled off his cloak with his backhand and turned around to block.

The cloak filled with soul power was cut into thousands of cracks by the sword energy and turned into powder in an instant.

He hurriedly stepped back half a step, and his black robe was torn into several pieces by the sword wind, and seven plum blossom-shaped burn marks appeared on his bare chest.

"What a great way to transform the sword into Qi!"

A sneer escaped from Yan Jiu's throat, and his body spun rapidly.

The shadow of the Netherworld Demon Dragon took advantage of the situation and danced like a nine-layer iron curtain, forcibly rolling back the splashing sword energy.

The spectators saw the green and black energies entangled like a dragon in the field. Wherever it passed, pillars collapsed, eaves and tiles flew around, all shattered into star rain in mid-air, scattering all over the place.

(End of this chapter)