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

Chapter 1563 Eighty-Thousand-Year-Old Sword Bone, Counterattack!

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A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs surged up his throat, but Chen Zhang forced it down.

With a flick of his wrist, he uninterruptedly ejected two "Limitless Pills" shimmering with rosy light from his storage bracelet "Clouds and Waters Three Thousand" and swallowed them.

The immense medicinal power instantly dissipated, and the depleted soul power rapidly regenerated as if nourished by sweet rain. Although it could not instantly restore it to its full strength, it was enough to support the next step.

"Torso Bone Soul Skill - Sword Body Calamity!"

Chen Zhang's pupils flashed with a sharp light, and his low shout carried a cold sharpness like the clash of swords. A dragon's roar seemed to resound from his back, and the torso bone—the vertebrae "sword bone"—that had been peeled from the corpse of the dragon-headed sword falcon suddenly became scorching hot.

A massive amount of soul power and divine consciousness surged into it.

hum!
The space trembled slightly, and four somewhat illusory figures, exuding a chilling sword intent, silently appeared on either side of Chen Zhang's main body.

It is the Sword Bone Soul Skill—condensing one's own will and soul power to transform into a sword clone.

The number of differentiations depends entirely on the Soul Master's mastery and understanding of swordsmanship; the maximum is twelve.

As a control-type Soul Master, Chen Zhang has been immersed in the seven foundational sword techniques for decades and is proficient in four of them.

The duckweed floats gracefully like a willow branch, the lotus buds are about to bloom and contain the promise of annihilation, the round star's trajectory is perfectly round and endlessly renewing, the clouds and water are long and tender yet secretly harbor turbulent waves.

At this moment, he pushed these four distinct sword intents to their limits, condensing them into four sword shadow clones that existed between reality and illusion.

On the left are two clear and solid lines, with Qingping's clone and Qinglian's clone each holding a gaseous sword blade, radiating a sharpness and pressure close to 70% of their original forms.

The two figures on the right are slightly fainter; the round star clone possesses 60% of its power, and the cloud water clone possesses 50% of its power.

This clone technique is a genuine mental cutting and sword intent manifestation, capable of existing for a long time, somewhat like a combination of the Spiral Nine Shadows and the Sword Shadow Body.

However, it is quite agile and lacks distance control, purely a continuous sword momentum driven by the sword heart.

"Go!" Chen Zhang pointed his sword forward.

The four clones shot out without any hesitation, like sharp swords released from a bow.

Two of them rushed straight at one person, while the remaining two entangled another Soul Douluo, carrying the true intent of killing, and fiercely slashed at the two enemies who had just been blasted away and were still in shock.

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Although the clones' swords were not as sharp as the originals, Qingping's control, Qinglian's attacks, Yuanxing's defense and counterattacks, and Yunshui's surging undercurrents, the four clones intertwined and complemented each other, forcing the two villains to use all their strength. Sword light, poisonous miasma, and protective qi clashed violently in the narrow space, making it impossible for them to escape in a short time.

The pressure on Chen Zhang's body suddenly eased.

At the edge of the battlefield, two fierce figures who had been suppressing the Soul Saint and Soul Emperor of the Chen family on the flanks suddenly abandoned their prey.

They instantly pinned their gaze to Chen Zhang, who was independent of the core of the battlefield and calming his soul power fluctuations.

Two sinister auras at the Soul Douluo level, like venomous dragons eager to devour their prey, tore through the chaotic remnants of soul skills and fiercely pounced towards Chen Zhang.

Affected by this, Wang Wei's Earth Bear true form launched a powerful counterattack. The heavy barrier of qi condensed slightly, and he actually took half a step forward.

Xia Yun's illusions surged endlessly.

The three adversaries he controlled darted around the battlefield, where reality and illusion intertwined, with one of their killing moves nearly injuring his own comrade.

Their furious shouts and curses echoed from within the illusory mist, throwing them into complete disarray.

At the heart of the battlefield, the twelve Soul Douluo-level powerhouses of the Crimson Church, serving as the spearhead of the surprise attack—excluding the one at the core of the support system—were now frozen in place as if nailed down by invisible spikes:
One person was seriously injured and unconscious in the ruins; two people were entangled by four sword intent clones like maggots and could not escape; one person was locked in the air by Ma Zhibin's Soul-Burning Demon Flame; one person was nailed to the battlefield by Marshal Tianpeng's desperate fight; two people were held back by Wang Wei; three people were restrained by Xia Yun's illusion; and finally, the two new reinforcements who rushed towards Chen Zhang.

All twelve people, without exception, were firmly locked within their respective battle zones.

The suffocating sense of oppression was forcibly torn open, and the original "gradual attack" advantage, led by the Contra, which used superior strength to crush the weaker opponents, was forcibly disrupted.

The enemy's spearhead has now been firmly held back.

The terrifying pressure from above suddenly eased for the more than 130 Soul Masters on the Chen family's side who had been struggling to hold on, including the members of the Chang'an team.

The soul masters of the Chen family's defense line finally got a chance to catch their breath. For the first time in the melee, they straightened their backs, which had been bent for so long, like a ray of light breaking through the dark clouds, allowing them to finally exhale the pent-up anger in their chests.

"Brothers!" Zhu Changyun's shoulder, encased in a thick rock shield, suddenly pushed aside a wave of air, his blood-stained stone armor shield held high above his head. "Push these bastards back!"

The roar was hoarse, like sparks splashing into a dried-out pile of firewood.

The fighting spirit that had been extinguished in the eyes of the Soul Emperors and Soul Kings who were still able to stand suddenly reignited, and the formations that had been arbitrarily driven and cut apart by the Soul Douluo began to show signs of solidification.

The sharp edge of this countercurrent first exploded at the edge of the battlefield.

The area that had been suppressed by the aura of a Soul Douluo was now bursting forth with a lush, vibrant blue light, like a flood breaking through a dam.

The figure of Lin Jingshu, deputy director of the Student Affairs Office of Chang'an College, was enveloped in a dense green light.

Her hair moved without wind, and a jade vine leaf mark appeared between her brows—the true form of her seventh-grade jade vine martial soul had been fully released.

Countless thick, emerald-green vines, with the tenacity of gold and stone and the wild vitality of plants, grew wildly, spread, and lashed out within a radius of a hundred meters around her.

These vines, as if possessing their own consciousness, instantly disrupted the enemy's formation, creating space for the surrounding Soul Masters to launch a counterattack and strangle them.

Clang!
A piercing metallic scraping sound rang out not far away.

Ximen Shaohen, the Soul Saint of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and Chen Zhang's brother-in-law, knelt on one knee, using the Karmic Fire Demon Blade, which was burning with dark red flames, as a support for his trembling body.

This was his second escort mission after retiring from the Fighting Spirit Legion and joining the Embroidered Uniform Guard on behalf of the Ximen family. He never expected to encounter a life-or-death battle.

The exhaustion from fighting a Contra-level player was deep in his bones; every block caused his hands to crack from the force.

But the wolfish nature inherent in the Ximen family, which he saw, had not been extinguished.

The scorching flames emanating from the blade burned his will. He suddenly looked up, his gaze locking onto a Crimson Soul Saint who was somewhat isolated due to Lin Jingshu's vines.

A furious roar, mixed with the smell of iron filings and blood, burst forth from deep within his throat. His blood-stained body, dragging his sword, rose into the air, transforming into a streak of dark red fire, and once again crashed into the carnage of the battle.

They didn't even have time to get treatment.

This style is so Simon!
They are always that fiery red figure on the front lines of the battle.

(End of this chapter)