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

Chapter 1319 Three Knocks One (3K)

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The smoke and dust stirred up by the fierce collision between the sword energy and the power of the magic dragon was like a thick curtain that had not yet completely dissipated, but the situation on the field had changed suddenly, and it was once again caught in a new round of stormy waves.

Yan Jiu took advantage of the powerful recoil force generated by the revolving sword energy of the Netherworld Demon Dragon's phantom, and rushed towards Chen Wu like an arrow, with his bloodshot eyes filled with crazy murderous intent.

"Little boy from the Chen family, today is the day you die!"

He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the phantom of the Netherworld Demon Dragon let out a deafening roar, and the sound waves spread to the surroundings like a surging tide.

Then, a more dense ball of purple-black poisonous flame condensed in the dragon's mouth again. The poisonous flame rolled and surged like a ghost fire from hell, emitting a creepy and terrifying aura.

His sixth soul skill [Demonic Dragon Coiling in the Abyss] is controllable and can be used for attack or defense, just like Zhu Yanfeng's [Stone Armor Fury], and is the tactical core in battle.

It not only requires a deep foundation of soul power to support it, but also requires the user to accurately control and flexibly use the skills. It is the starting point of Yan Jiu's various changes and secret techniques.

Secret Technique [Netherworld Dragon Flame]!
In this ball of purple-black poisonous flame, there was a faint resentment of the Netherworld Demon Dragon surging, as if countless wronged souls were wailing and cursing.

The resentment spread like a substance, as if to drag all living beings in the world into an endless abyss of darkness.

However, Chen Wu, facing this surging and fatal attack, had a solemn expression on his face, but he showed no intention of retreating.

The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a green light suddenly flowed on the sword body, as if countless sword intentions were surging in the sword body.

After saying that, he flashed and rushed towards the surging purple-black poisonous flames like a ghost.

Just when the two were about to collide, Chen Wu's body suddenly turned into several streams of light, bypassing the poisonous flames like a meteor chasing the moon, and approaching Yan Jiu's real body with lightning speed.

Spiral Nine Shadows!

This Nine Yin martial art has now almost become a standard skill for the Chen family's agile attack and control-type soul masters.

It allows the user to create multiple afterimages in an instant to confuse the opponent and thus take the initiative in battle.

The Seven Killing Sword in Chen Wu's hand was like a spirit snake emerging from a cave. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light and carried a fierce murderous intent as it pierced straight into Yan Jiu's throat.

The sword was as fast as lightning and carried an unstoppable momentum.

Secret Technique [Meteoric Slaying of Evil]!
This is the second-level secret technique of the Chen family.

It is very special, with the sword following the person and bursting out at high speed.

This is a secret technique tailor-made for close-combat agile swordsmen.

Of course, this kind of explosive skill has extremely high requirements for the user.

Not only does it require the user to have extremely high agility, balance, flexibility, and a very streamlined body shape in order to remain stable and flexible during high-speed movement and attacks;

You also need to have strong meridian resilience to withstand the huge expansion brought about by the explosion of soul power, otherwise your meridians may be damaged if you are not careful.

Yan Jiu was shocked. He never expected Chen Wu's speed to be so fast and his attack to be so fierce.

He hurriedly dodged to the side, while controlling the shadow of the magic dragon to protect his body.

However, Chen Wu's sword was too fast. Although it did not hit his throat, it left a bloody mark on his cheek.

Not only that, [Meteoric Slaying Evil] is a secret skill with continuous bursts.

For a moment, several figures of Chen Wu surrounded Yan Jiu, shuttling back and forth like ghosts and piercing through him at lightning speed.

The sword shadow flickered like a white silk, dazzling people.

After all, Yan Jiu is not a quick attack spirit master, and he is still a little bit behind in terms of speed and reaction.

He was unable to react in time, and several bloody marks appeared on his body in an instant, with blood gushing out.

"Hmph, you little brat from the Chen family, you're just scratching your itch!" Yan Jiu wiped the blood off his cheek, sealed the wound with his soul power, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger.

[Fifth Soul Skill - Dragon Beard Pantuo]

He suddenly exerted force with his arms and swung his hands violently like a gust of wind.

In an instant, the shadow of the Netherworld Demon Dragon seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force and instantly transformed into countless ink-black tentacles.

These tentacles were like nimble black snakes. With lightning speed, they instantly smashed the several afterimages created by Chen Wu into pieces, and then rushed towards Chen Wu himself from all directions.

Each tentacle seemed to have an independent life. They twisted their bodies and nimbly dodged Chen Wu's sharp sword moves.

Sometimes they shuttled between the sword shadows like nimble fish, and sometimes they poked out from unexpected angles like strange creatures, trying to bind Chen Wu tightly.

Chen Wu snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand swung like the wind in an instant. The sword shadows overlapped, like an impenetrable sword curtain.

The sword blade collided with the tentacles, making a "puff" sound, like a sharp blade cutting leather, cutting off the black tentacles one after another.

However, something strange happened. The severed tentacles did not dissipate into nothingness as expected, but turned into thick black mist, rushing towards Chen Wu with a creepy aura.

The fog was filled with an extremely pungent fishy smell, which was like a mixture of rotten meat and venom, making people want to vomit. It was obvious that it contained a deadly poison.

The black fog was so powerful that he dared not be careless or slack off.

He hurriedly circulated the powerful soul power in his body, which flowed rapidly through his meridians like a gurgling stream. In an instant, a layer of green shield formed around him, and the light flowed, firmly blocking the black mist outside.

The black mist was like a cancer that kept corroding the shield. Where the mist touched the shield, there was a sizzling sound, like poison corroding metal, which made people's scalps numb.

The light of the shield gradually dimmed under the erosion of the fog. Chen Wu felt a huge pressure and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Just when Chen Wu was concentrating on resisting the black mist and had no time to take care of other things, Yan Jiu quietly circled behind him like a ghost.

He planted his feet firmly on the ground and clenched his hands into fists, with a terrifyingly powerful dragon force condensing in his fists.

【Magic Fist】!
His fists blasted towards Chen Wu's back like cannonballs, causing a whistling sound.

This attack condensed all his strength. If it hit Chen Wu, he would be seriously injured and even his life would be in danger.

"Chen Wu, be careful!" An anxious shout was heard from outside, but the person arrived before the voice came.

I saw the green shirt fluttering like a fleeting shadow, and the three-foot green sword emitting cold light, just like a silver bottle suddenly breaking, and it blocked the monstrous devil fist.

"Secret Technique Bloody Ode!"

The tongue burst into spring thunder and green flames surged. The sword body was as green and transparent as a thousand-year-old cold jade, but it was steaming with the scarlet evil spirit of the Shura Blood Pool. The green and red colors were entwined like two dragons strangling a pillar, and the sound of the sword seemed to be the weeping of thousands of resentful souls.

The magic dragon's fist shadow and the green blood sword collided with a loud bang, and thousands of ghostly phosphorescent lights burst out from the place where metal and stone collided.

Shen Lang's white robe fluttered like clouds, but his figure was like a deep abyss and a towering mountain. Even though a trace of crimson flowed from the corner of his lips, his eyes were still as cold as the moon reflected in a cold pond.

Qing Feng locked onto Chen Wu's body, protecting him from any danger.

The red lines at the corners of Yan Jiu's eyes twitched, his tangled muscles turned iron blue, and he sneered like a venomous snake between his teeth: "Where did you come from? How dare you stop me?"

A faint smile spread across the corners of Shen Lang's lips, and the Jade Blood Sword in his hand formed three sword flowers: "Shen Lang!"

Yan Jiu's five fingers suddenly tightened, and the scales of the Netherworld Demon Dragon glowed with a blue-black phosphorescence under the moonlight.

A cold laugh escaped from his throat, and the tip of his tongue swept across the cracked lip lines: "Oh, Fasno's fastest sword! No wonder the speed is so good! It seems that everyone who came tonight is from the Chen family."

Shen Lang turned the sword, and a thin blood-red halo appeared, which made the cinnabar between his eyebrows as red as blood: "Anyone in the Crimson Church can be killed, and you, old thief, are no exception!"

"What a big tone! Just you?" Yan Jiu sneered disdainfully and once again controlled the phantom of the Netherworld Demon Dragon to attack Chen Wu and Shen Lang.

Just at this moment, the sky, which was originally covered with dark clouds, suddenly exploded with a loud thunder, and the roar seemed to make the earth tremble slightly.

A figure, wrapped in the force of wind and thunder, fell swiftly like a meteor streaking across the sky, and landed heavily in the center of the battlefield.
In an instant, dust shot out in all directions like a surging wave, raising yellow sand all over the sky.

The person who came was Xili Daogao. He was wearing a bright yellow robe, which sparkled brightly under the lightning.

Lightning flashes were lingering around his body like nimble silver snakes. On the Xili Sword held tightly in his hand, lightning flashes like swimming dragons had already condensed and crackled, as if eager to vent its power.

"Old thief, stop being so arrogant! I'm coming to Xili Daogao to meet you!"

"Sixth Soul Skill - Nine Heavens Thunder!"

In an instant, a yellow electric dragon as thick as a bowl roared out from the tip of the sword. The dragon was flashing with dazzling yellow light all over its body. The grass and trees were instantly burned into charcoal by the high temperature, leaving a charred mark, and it slammed towards the shadow of the Netherworld Demon Dragon.

Yan Jiu's originally cloudy pupils suddenly shrank, his seemingly kind face twitched violently, and a sinister sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. His voice sounded sinister: "You came just in time!"

Secret Technique [Dragon Dance]!
He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the purple-black soul power spun wildly in his palms, then sank into the dragon.

The shadow of the Netherworld Demon Dragon seemed to sense the call from its master and roared towards the sky.

Then, the phantom gradually condensed into a solid entity with a huge body. The dragon's tail swept suddenly, and wherever it passed, the beams of the houses broke like fragile dead branches and collapsed with a loud bang.

In an instant, the yellow lightning dragon collided violently with the solid Netherworld Demon Dragon.

"The Scarlet Scarlet should be killed!" Shen Lang tapped the ground with his toes and his body soared into the air like a light flying swallow.

Secret Technique [Blood Shadow Shock]!
The Blood-Red Sword in his hand was waving like the wind, and the sword shadow instantly turned into a long blood-red rainbow, drawing a gorgeous trajectory in the night sky.

As the sword passed through the dragon like lightning, it made a crisp sound like metal hitting metal, and the splashing sparks illuminated his taut jawline like brilliant fireworks.

The martial spirits of Xili Daogao and Shen Lang blocked Yan Jiu's secret technique.

The night wind whistled past, blowing up Chen Wu's sleeves. The tip of the Seven Killing Sword emitted a cold blue light under the cold moonlight, like a deep cold pool, revealing endless murderous intent.

"After many years of grudges, it's time to settle them tonight."

(End of this chapter)