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

Chapter 1493 Chain of Divine Wind

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In stark contrast to the swift and silent Yin Zhan, the Chun Jun Sword unleashes an extremely powerful and intense force.

The sword's blade spun in five colors: red, yellow, blue, white, and black, as the power of the five elements converged and surged.

Three sword beams burst forth—they were no longer illusory light and shadow, but condensed into a tangible substance, radiating the furious might of a raging dragon!

Each sword aura trailed a radiant tail, like three roaring light dragons condensed from pure five elements energy, baring their fangs and claws as they slammed into Feng Poyue, who was about to launch another attack.

Under its influence, there is no escape!
Feng Poyue's expression changed drastically!
He could sense that the destructive energy contained in these three sword beams far exceeded that of before.

In the heat of the moment, the power deep within his bloodline was ignited, and he roared like a wolf: "Azure Wolf Iron Body!"

Secret technique activated!

His skin instantly turned a bluish-gray like refined steel, his muscles bulged and expanded, and a layer of condensed bronze aura covered his entire body, exuding a stable aura as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He poured all his soul power into this strongest defensive stance, crossing his claws in front of him, trying to withstand the attack head-on.

boom! boom! boom!
A series of deafening energy explosions rang out!
The first sword energy slammed into Feng Poyue's crossed arms, the impact causing his body to tremble violently and leaving deep furrows under his feet.

Immediately following was a second sword aura, the heavy force of which slammed into his steel-like skin with a teeth-grinding crunch, causing him to involuntarily retreat.

The third sword aura, carrying a bone-chilling cold, struck Feng Poyue's chest, whose momentum had not yet dissipated.

His steel-like skin and bronze aura desperately resisted the impact, but he ultimately suffered overload damage in a very short time. He was like a sandbag being hit by a heavy hammer, retreating more than ten meters. Each step he took left spiderweb-like cracks in the ground, his aura surged violently, and the defensive glow brought by the secret technique quickly dimmed.

Just when Feng Poyue was at his weakest moment, with his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to be generated.

As Chen Xiaojun took his final step, gathering momentum, the ethereal blue shadow of Cheng Ying Sword and the fierce five-element light of Chun Jun Sword did not dissipate; instead, they suddenly merged in front of him!
"combine!"

With a soft shout, the two swords returned to their origin, and a strange sword light was born!

It possesses both the illusion of Cheng Ying and the eeriness of penetrating space, as well as the grandeur and destruction of the convergence of the five elements of Chun Jun.

The inner chill of the soul and the outward destructive energy achieve instantaneous unity—this is the seventh strike of Yin and Yang in perfect harmony!

This sword beam was not grand, but it was condensed to the extreme.

It ignored the thin defense that Feng Poyue had barely managed to reassemble, and appeared in front of him as if it were just a slight fold or flicker in space.

"Hey!"

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a clear tearing sound, and Feng Poyue's chest, covered in a defensive sheen, suddenly sank downwards.

A deep, charred sword mark, revealing the bone, appeared out of thin air, unleashing both scorching elemental power and icy soul-erosion.

The excruciating pain exploded from every nerve in the body, followed by a mental shock that was even sharper than the physical trauma and threatened to sever consciousness.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and he let out a muffled roar that sounded inhuman. His body, like a puppet with its strings cut, completely lost control, and he fell heavily to one knee, blood gushing out. His strong, steel-like body trembled violently under the double blow from inside and outside.

On the sidelines, those with keen insight were already holding their breath.

This "Yin-Yang Seven Star Slash" is unpredictable, with Yin and Yang flowing and combining to create attacks. It has brought out the "illusory speed" of the Cheng Ying Sword and the "powerful five elements" of the Chun Jun Sword.

The Yin-Yang Seven Star Slash produces different effects depending on the sword used.

If Chen Xiaojun were holding the more matching Gan Jiang and Mo Xie swords, which possess the power of "destruction" and "divine erosion"... Feng Poyue and Feng Luan before him would probably have already fallen completely.

……

The trajectory of the final sword strike that had slashed at Feng Poyue was still lingering in the air when Chen Xiaojun's body had already used the momentum to smoothly complete a spinning backswing and sheathed the sword.

After a brief pause to catch his breath, his gaze instantly locked onto another battle group dozens of meters away.

He spoke clearly, his voice cutting through the battlefield noise: "Fifth Brother!"

Almost as soon as he spoke, he flicked his left wrist, and the Cheng Ying Sword, which had just been put back in place, flew out of his hand, turning into a blurry blue light that shot through the air, its target being Feng Sha, who had just regained his footing.

"Twin swords!"

Chen Xiaojun's first soul ring advancement skill, the thousand-year halo that was already tinged with a deep purple light, instantly lit up under his feet.

After years of absorbing and integrating Daoist principles and spiritual energy, this soul skill is no longer the original form of 1,500 years ago. Its power, accompanied by the understanding of its essence, exudes a profound energy comparable to a six- or seven-thousand-year soul ring.

The Cheng Ying Sword, which was flying through the air, suddenly shone brightly with azure light, and the sword split in two as it sped through the air.

One of the streaks of blue light faintly outlined the translucent shape of the sword—this was the true form of the Cheng Ying Sword.

The space around it rippled and folded, and the sound of it cutting through the air was compressed to a minimum, as if it were blending into a gentle breeze. Only a faint hum of space being torn apart proved its existence.

Its affinity for the wind makes the sword incredibly fast and its trajectory unpredictable.

The other radiant light emanating from the Han Guang Sword was quite the opposite.

It dimmed quickly upon its appearance, as if it had merged into the light itself, leaving only a visual residual point caused by the extreme distortion of the light.

The sword disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of light as it moved at high speed, as if the air had been silently sliced ​​apart.

Where the sword passed, the air remained completely undisturbed, truly achieving a state of silence and stealth.

After Chen Xiaojun comprehended the essence of the dual swords, their characteristics became even more distinct: Chengying leans towards the wind, while Hanguang is hidden within the light and shadow.

Upon hearing Chen Xiaojun's shout, Chen Mu, who was at the center of the battle, moved almost simultaneously with the incoming azure light.

Without hesitation, he abandoned the close-quarters combat with Feng Sha, his blue light exploding as he sped forward, his target pointing straight into the distance.

Chen Mu's sudden withdrawal from the battle and retreat startled him instinctively.

The thought of giving chase had barely formed when a deadly chill enveloped his entire body. His combat experience was extremely rich, and his almost beast-like intuition gave him an instant warning.

Before he could think, the massive Wind Demon Sword, with a deep, sharp whistle, slammed into his right side to block the attack.

"clang--"

Sparks are flying!

The translucent tip of the Cheng Ying Sword precisely struck the center of the Feng Mo Sword's blade, unleashing a deafening burst of terrifying kinetic energy and penetrating power.

Feng Sha felt an overwhelming force coming from the hilt of the sword, his tiger's mouth instantly split open, and he uncontrollably kicked backward several steps, leaving deep footprints on the hard stone surface beneath his feet.

However, the deadly attacks did not end there.

Just as he was struggling to deflect the Cheng Ying sword and his body lost its balance and he staggered backward, he felt a cold sensation on his left shoulder blade without warning.

There was no clanging of metal, no flashing of light.

Relying solely on his remaining combat instincts, Feng Sha managed to shift the Wind Demon Sword to the side by just a few inches.

"laugh!"

The shoulder armor was easily sliced ​​through like paper, and the cold sword energy cut through the flesh without any hindrance.

A wound about an inch deep with exceptionally smooth edges appeared out of nowhere, and only then did the bright red blood belatedly gush out from it.

The pain was followed by a sudden, sharp sensation of coldness that pierced the nerves!
……

Before the stinging pain in Feng Sha's shoulder had subsided, a short, shrill scream suddenly came from afar.

He turned his head sharply, his heart clenching—he saw the support soul master Feng Luyan hunched over, one hand tightly covering his chest, crimson blood seeping rapidly from between his fingers.

The emerald green energy that he had gathered in his other hand to heal Feng Poyue flickered violently out of control, and then completely dissipated and disappeared like a candle in the wind.

In front of Feng Luyan, Chen Mu's figure slowly appeared, accompanied by the faint afterglow of electric arcs. The incomparably sharp Seven Kill Sword, its cold blade deeply embedded in Feng Luyan's body, leaving only a section of the hilt gleaming with cold light!
The intention was obvious—Chen Mu had just escaped by precisely seizing the fleeting moment when Feng Luyan was casting a spell to rescue Feng Poyue.

That familiar flash of lightning was the burst of speed from the combination of [Star Strike] and [Thunderbolt Flash]!
The distance of tens of meters was torn apart in an instant, and the thunderous force delivered a fatal blow to the Kamikaze support core.

Of course, Chen Mu didn't dare to actually kill anyone, avoiding vital organs.

This is why Chen Mu played instead of Shen Youchu. In terms of explosive speed, he was the leader of the Chang'an team, along with Chen Xiaojun.

Chen Xiaojun, having received nourishment from immortal herbs and long-term spiritual medicines, possesses a physique far superior to Chen Mu's. However, his training direction is all-round development, rather than focusing on speed and agility.

Before the wind-driven roar could even escape its throat, an even greater impact followed.

"Boom-"

A dull thud, mixed with the soft cracking of a hard object, was clearly heard.

Feng Sha looked up at the sky—the blue shadow, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted out of control from the sky at high speed, crashing heavily to the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.

It was Feng Cang!

While he was locked in fierce combat with Chu Youwei, Ji Boda below had an icy look in his eyes.

He blew a few short, rhythmic notes rapidly from the Nine Phoenixes Flute in his hand.

"Third Soul Skill: Binding Phoenix Cry!"

Several energy chains, composed of solid sound waves and shimmering with a faint golden-red luster, appeared out of thin air and instantly coiled around Feng Cang's wings and limbs like serpents.

The powerful binding force instantly slowed and stiffened his massive body.

In aerial combat, even a moment's restraint can be fatal.

Before Feng Luan could even react and warn him, Chu Youwei's sharp, cold beak, gleaming with a cold light, struck Feng Cang's defenseless back with a sharp, piercing sound.

The sound of bones cracking can be clearly heard.

Feng Cang let out a painful groan as his azure body completely lost its balance in the air, unable to even maintain its flight posture, and plummeted like a meteor.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, struggling to get up, but his damaged wings and body, already battered, left him sprawled in the dust, completely incapacitated.

In just a few breaths, one of the two Soul Masters from Shenfeng Academy was severely injured and on the verge of death, while the other lost the ability to move.

The balance of the battlefield, amidst those few short shouts and the sound of falling objects, irrevocably slid towards the abyss.

The tactical network meticulously woven by the Kamikaze was instantly riddled with holes.

Feng Poyue knelt on one knee, clutching the hideous wound on his chest with his hand, his body trembling slightly from the intense pain and mental shock.

His gaze swept across the entire arena, and the last bit of strength that sustained him in the fight vanished the instant the dust settled.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the metallic taste in his throat, and turned his gaze to Chen Xiaojun, who stood silently with his sword not far away. With an indescribable heaviness and clarity, he said self-deprecatingly, "Strong attack, strong control, counter-encirclement, counter-surprise attack on the back row, good!"

He slowly raised his unblemished right hand: "Stop it, all of you."

The hoarse yet clear voice pierced through the lingering aftershocks of soul power.

The remaining members of the Divine Wind Academy who still had fighting power, along with Feng Luan who was still adjusting her posture in the air, paused upon hearing the sound, and their offensive instantly came to a halt.

The Chang'an team also tacitly tightened their formation.

The intense battle scene abruptly ended, leaving only heavy breathing and Feng Luyan's suppressed groans of pain in the distance.

Feng Poyue looked at Chen Xiaojun, preparing to deliver his final verdict: "We...we...accept..."

(End of this chapter)