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

Chapter 1323 It's time to close the net (3K)

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Zhuo Qianren's wings fluttered like silver light as he followed Yan Wufeng closely. His flapping wings caused sharp and piercing cries that seemed to break the tranquility between heaven and earth.

Although Yan Wufeng's speed could be considered swift, the wings behind him fluttered like dark clouds rolling and strong winds howling.

His toes occasionally cast a series of faint afterimages among the treetops, as if he was leisurely strolling in the woods.

However, the strong wind behind him followed him like a shadow, never leaving the area three inches behind him.

In front of the world's best speed martial spirit, the Silver Emperor Sky Falcon, his speed pales in comparison.

Zhuo Qianren believed that he was far inferior in strength to Yan Wufeng, so he did not fight head-on. Instead, he moved around and fought with him, sometimes chasing him from behind, sometimes attacking him from the side, and even casting a shadow from above, trying to disrupt Yan Wufeng's mind and speed.

Yan Wufeng looked calm, glanced at him sternly, and said indifferently: "Zhuo Qianren, you and I have no grudges in the past or today. If you do this today, aren't you afraid that I, the Crimson Saints, will come after you and Chang'an College in the future?"

Zhuo Qianren was unmoved and sneered, "Mr. Yan is really magnanimous and calm in the face of danger! However, you should be loyal to the trust of others, so don't waste your energy!"

Just as Yan Wufeng and Zhuo Qianren were fleeing and chasing each other, a melodious yet murderous sound of swords was suddenly heard.

The sound of the sword carried some kind of magic that made Yan Wufeng squint his eyes.

This is Zhuo Qianren's accomplice who has arrived.

Yan Wufeng made a prompt decision and activated his ninth soul skill [Demon Dragon Transformation], which doubled his attack and defense speed. He did not do this to hurt the enemy, but only to escape. He only counterattacked occasionally when his defense was at risk.

In a few seconds, two figures riding swords appeared on the battlefield, one in front and one behind.

The person in front was dressed in white clothes that were whiter than snow, with a face as cold as frost. The Tianya Sword hanging in the air beside her was shining with an ice-blue light. It was Lu Xueqi.

The one behind is tall and exudes a powerful aura. It’s Chen Hong.

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Above the Sea Lake Manor, Shen Tianjun stood on the void with his hands behind his back, his dark robe rustling in the wind like a cloud hanging from the sky.

Shen Tianjun's gaze first turned to the faint movement coming from the west, as if he was observing every subtle change.

Then, he slowly lowered his eyes and looked down at the core area of ​​the battlefield below, his gaze deep and cold.

After a long while, he murmured to himself: "It seems that it is time to close the net."

Before he finished speaking, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

Chen Wu's Seven Kills Sword shone brightly, and the "Seven Kills True Body" fell with a bang.

Wherever the sharp sword energy passed, the ground instantly cracked into criss-crossing three-foot-deep grooves, as if the earth was ruthlessly torn apart, and dust flew everywhere.

Yan Jiu's black robe fluttered like a raging wave rising in the ink sea.

He formed seals with his ten fingers, and the seals were like mysterious flowers blooming in the underworld. The scaly claws of the dragon's phantom expanded three times in size, and the mysterious light blocked the sun, and it withstood the sharp edge of the Seven Killers.

However, Shen Lang's body suddenly bent like a green bamboo in the wind, and the tip of the Jade Blood Sword slanted up from an incredible angle, leaving a bloody mark of an inch on Yan Jiu's left arm, and the blood instantly dyed his black robe red.

At the same time, Xili Daogao's violent shout caused nine-day thunder, and the Xili sword turned into a thunder dragon about ten feet long, piercing straight into the throat of the magic dragon, as if to defeat the magic dragon's phantom in one fell swoop.

Where the three sword energies converged, dazzling sparks burst out, like brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky, but carrying deadly danger.

Within a radius of dozens of meters, the sand and gravel were turned into powder by the impact of the sword energy, raising dust all over the sky.

Those watching from a distance only saw four figures suddenly appearing and disappearing in the purple lightning and green frost.

Xili Daogao's palm was cracked and blood dyed the hilt of the sword red, but he still held the sword like a rock, unwavering; blood was oozing from the corners of Shen Lang's lips, but he laughed even more wildly, and there was a kind of fearless heroism in his laughter.

The sword energy of the three men increased by another 30%, forcing the shadow of the evil dragon to retreat dozens of meters.

At this time, Yan Jiu's black robe had been torn into rags, revealing a hideous dragon tattoo, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, reflecting the moonlight.

This was the first time he had been forced into such a situation since he was promoted to Titled Douluo.

However, would the hero be willing to surrender?

A bloody light suddenly appeared in Yan Jiu's eyes, the Yuansha Demon Dragon Force ran at an extremely fast speed, and his palms overlapped to attract the true essence of the underworld.

Secret Technique [Dragon Vortex]!
In an instant, the shadow of the Netherworld Demon Dragon suddenly grew larger and began to spin rapidly, with its head and tail connected like a snake licking its tail, transforming into a huge black vortex.

The area within a hundred meters radius suddenly turned into a dark purgatory. A gloomy and terrifying atmosphere filled the air, making people shudder.

Chen Wu, Shen Lang and Xili Daogao were instantly trapped in the black vortex.

The power of the evil dragon raged in the vortex, and black blades shot towards the three people like a violent storm.

The three people were in the vortex and they felt as if the surrounding area was bearing heavy pressure like a mountain. Their steps were as heavy as carrying a mountain and their movements became slow.

But they were all strong men who had experienced many battles and were not panicked by this.

They quickly stood back to back, forming a tight defensive circle to jointly resist the attack of the black blade.

The Seven Killing Sword in Chen Wu's hand suddenly emitted a clear sword sound, piercing the sky, as if it was going to tear the sky apart.

His eyes were wide open, and the soul power in his body surged like a raging wave. He shouted: "Sixth Soul Skill - Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, Swords Chaos the Universe!"

In an instant, thousands of sword energies gushed out from the sword body, like the Milky Way pouring down or a falling meteor, and clashed fiercely in the void with the black sharp blades that shot out from the black vortex.

Sword energy was surging and sharp blades were whistling. Every collision was like the sound of metal clashing, emitting dazzling sparks, cutting off the black blades one by one and turning them into nothingness in the sky.

Shen Lang was not willing to be outdone. His eyes flashed with blood-red light. He circulated all his soul power and shouted, "Sixth Soul Skill—Blood Sword to Suppress the Eight Wastelands!" Eight blood-red swords appeared in response and rotated around him like sundials at a speed that was too fast to keep up.

A layer of blood-colored rotating sword wheels formed around the three people, forming a layer of sword blade defense, which blocked all the black sharp blades that slipped through the gaps in the Seven Killing Sword Qi and protected the three people.

Xili Daogao held the Xili Sword in his hand, with lightning flashing on the sword body.

He took a deep breath and pointed his sword at the sky: "Sixth Soul Skill - Nine Heavens Thunder!"

In an instant, a yellow thunder dragon rose into the sky from the tip of the sword and rushed into the raging black vortex.

The thunder dragon rolled and roared in the whirlpool, continuously releasing the power of thunder and lightning, turning the whirlpool upside down.

With the joint efforts of the three people, the attack of the black vortex gradually weakened.

"Let's see how long you can hold out. Ninth Soul Skill - Demonic Dragon Annihilation!"

Yan Jiu laughed in anger, his energy boiling like a boiling sea, his momentum reaching its peak.

Suddenly, he put his palms together, and strange blood patterns appeared on the dragon's scales. The shadow of the Netherworld Demon Dragon instantly became extremely huge.

The moment it appeared, the sky and the earth changed color, and a purple-black light column with a diameter of dozens of meters spurted out of the mouth of the magic dragon. The light column pierced through the sky like a fallen sun and blasted towards Chen Wu, Shen Lang and Xili Daogao.

The power of this attack was incredible. The void cracked wherever it passed, and the sharp whistling sound killed birds flying ten miles away.

The three of them felt the terrifying power of this attack and their faces changed.

They did not dare to hold back at all and used their strongest defensive spirit skills one after another.

Chen Wu swung the Seven Killing Sword in his hand, and the green light on the sword became brighter, like a blue sun in the sky.

He used the first-level secret technique [Qingming Sword Curtain].

In an instant, a huge green sword curtain blocked in front of him.

Shen Lang suddenly inserted the Blood Sword into the ground and performed the secret technique [Blood Curtain Barrier].

A blood-red light curtain rose from the ground, covering him completely. Blood light flowed above the light curtain, like a barrier.

Xili Daogao held the sword in both hands and raised it above his head. In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

Thick lightning bolts fell from the sky and gathered on his sword. He shouted, "Eighth Soul Skill - Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, Ten Directions Thunder Prison!"

In an instant, a thick lightning prison formed around him, with lightning flashing and arcs spreading, and the lightning was released outwards.

"Boom!" The purple-black light column slammed heavily onto the green sword curtain, the blood-red light curtain and the lightning prison, making a deafening noise.

The powerful impact caused the three sword masters to tremble violently, their clothes fluttering, and the blue bricks under their feet instantly cracked into powder.

After all, it is the ninth soul skill, and the attack power is still terrifying.

However, they remained like a mainstay and refused to retreat.

The three of them had bloodstains on their lips and their eyes were filled with more intense fighting spirit.

This battle is a matter of life and death, and also a test of the way of the sword. How could they admit defeat so easily!
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Just when the situation was tense, a deep and clear whistle suddenly came from the sky, as if rolling down from the sky: "Yan Jiu, it's time to end it!"

"The Ninth Soul Skill - Blood Succession Limit"

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and a raging sea of ​​blood rose from the ground.

Thousands of blood waves surged and converged in mid-air, entwining and merging with each other, and finally turning into a blood-red sky.

The blood-red sky slowly descended and turned into a huge scarlet light shield with a radius of 200 meters, covering the battlefield where several people were.

Within the light shield, on the inner wall of the dome, the sword energy was as dense as stars. As it swallowed and exhaled, it was like thousands of blood dragons rushing out from the abyss, carrying endless murderous intent and sharpness.

This was exactly what happened when Shen Tianjun made a brazen move and descended on the battlefield with a title.

Yan Jiu's expression changed wildly in an instant, but soon, his expression returned to calm, and he thought to himself: "It's finally here."

Of course, there was no slowness in his movements.

The Yuansha Demon Dragon Power surged out from the central soul nest and gathered madly in his hands. All kinds of evil auras such as resentment, evil spirit, murderous intent, etc. intertwined together and gathered into an extremely terrifying force.

Suddenly, this force gathered, and Yan Jiu's fingers were like hooks, tightly clasping them, and injecting these negative energies into the body of the dragon.

【Dragon Barrier】

The evil dragon circled around him, its tail tightly wrapped around his waist, and its head stood upright, baring its fangs and claws.

Amid the surging demonic energy, Yan Jiu actually managed to create a ten-foot-long black light barrier under this blood-colored sky.

The barrier was as black as ink, forming a sharp contrast with the blood-red sky.

At this moment, thousands of blood-colored sword energies were pouring down like the Milky Way or falling like meteors, surging towards Yan Jiu.

"Come on!" A low roar rolled out of Yan Jiu's throat.

On the black light barrier, the dragon raised its head and roared angrily, its scales glowing with dark blue light, as if it had covered the barrier with a layer of mysterious armor.

The dragon twisted its body, blocking all the blood-colored sword energy around it three inches away from its body. The sword energy collided with the dragon scales, making dense clanging sounds and sparks flying, illuminating the dark battlefield.

(End of this chapter)