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

Chapter 1577 The Fall of the Nether Dragon Douluo!
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It's past midnight today.

……

In a desperate situation, Yan Choulong made a last-ditch effort, his molten gold blood-red eyes locking onto the Fish Intestine main branch, which possessed a restrained yet deadly aura.

Despite knowing the danger, his blood-stained dragon claws still tore through the air, viciously grabbing at the sword spine that shimmered with deadly blood light.

Because intuition is the most dangerous thing.

Yan Choulong—

What an idiot.

It's important to know that the Fish Intestine Sword has the strongest single-target attack.

The instant the claw blade clashed with the sword—*swoosh!* *swoosh!* *swoosh!*

Three faint, almost inaudible cracking sounds, like the soft sound of silk being sliced ​​by a sharp blade.

Yan Choulong's dragon claw, powerful enough to shake mountains, suddenly collapsed inward, creating three holes the size of rice grains.

It wasn't a penetrating wound, but rather a miniature black hole, as if space itself were blooming inside the claw bone.

The next instant—Bang! Bang! Bang!!

Deep within the claw, it was as if three divine punishment thunderbolts, compressed to their extreme, were buried.

Dragon scales, bones, and flesh were instantly torn apart by the destructive force from the inside out.

Three spiraling columns of energy, composed of a mixture of broken bones and blood mist, suddenly burst forth explosively from the palm, wrist bone, and elbow joint.

The entire right forelimb was as if an explosive barrel had been ignited inside, instantly twisting into a bizarre angle, with muscle and scales spraying out like rain.

"Uhh—!!"

The unexpected, excruciating pain nearly tore his nerves apart.

But Yan Choulong, relying on his survival instinct as a Title Douluo, disregarded the several sword winds attacking from behind (Gan Jiang's Thunderfire and Mo Xie's Star Shards had already torn through his back armor), and used the recoil force generated by the burst of Fish Intestine Sword Qi to transform into a mournful blood rainbow and rush outward.

"He's trying to escape! Seal the area!"

Chen Xiaojun's will vibrated within the fused vines.

Om-! !

The Heavenly Sword Vine suddenly contracted!

The six main branches, like six giant emerald pythons awakening, abandoned their individual pursuits and simultaneously coiled around Yan Choulong's escape route.

Chun Jun's Five Elements Radiance spread as Five Elements Shackles, Cheng Ying's Illusory Sword Wind blocked and dodged blind spots, and Long Yuan's Chaotic Light Pressure anchored space... In an instant, the six-colored sword light and vine shadows intertwined to form a semi-circular sword domain prison covering a hundred feet.

Yan Choulong charged forward with the force of a comet crashing into the vine wall—*sizzle*.

The blood spurting from the severed limbs scorched the vines, sending up blue smoke, but it failed to break through any further.

Yan Wushuang, who was tearing open a spatial rift a kilometer away, suddenly turned around.

Those dragon eyes, having witnessed countless vicissitudes, pierced through the smoke of battle, finally revealing, deep within the sword vine cage—Yan Choulong's blood-red vertical pupils, burning with resentment and fear.

Yan Wushuang's fingertips paused briefly at the edge of the spatial rift before silently disappearing into the darkness.

He knew that his reckless eldest nephew was already a scapegoat and could not escape.

In the center of the cage, Yan Choulong's only remaining left claw frantically tore at the vines and sword shadows that were wrapped around his body.

Each claw strike left deep cracks in the thick, tough vines, and withered flesh mixed with the embers of the dragon's flames peeled away continuously.

He actually managed to carve a gap in the sword vine cage just big enough for him to fit through the madness of burning his soul core.

Just as his single eye blazed with murderous intent, and his mangled body was about to squeeze through the gap—

A sharp pain shot through his head, causing him to pause for a moment.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, there were many fine, wispy silver lights, like fragments of jade in the Milky Way, or fireflies in the cold night.

"Soul-piercing needle!"
A variant secret technique derived from the Nine Yin Soul Transfer Technique.

just now.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill - Annihilation of All Directions".

The true meaning of the fusion between Chen Xiaojun and Xiaoyi flowed instantly.

The six main branches that had been extending and strangling suddenly contracted!

The six divine swords broke free from the vines' restraints and hovered around the verdant main trunk of the Dutian Sword Vine, like a wandering star ring, protecting the vines at the center.

In that instant, the dormant spiritual plant deep within the soul nest of the small garment suddenly unfurled. The illusory image of the Void Willow Vine spread out, its branches no longer entwining the physical body, but instead drooping with threads of light woven from countless fragments of time and spatial rifts.

Countless threads of light pierced through the barrier of soul power and precisely wrapped around Chen Xiaojun's brow and divine court—there, the phantoms of the six sword god beads were condensing into a perfectly round star wheel.

This is a substitution of rules.

During this time, he casually threw out the Soul-Piercing Needle to buy time for the transformation, and of course, there were also those vines blocking the way.

The Sword God Bead Wheel received the spacetime tendrils of the Void Willow, while the branches of the Willow God Vine absorbed the sharp essence of the Sword Bead.

The two originally independent martial souls completed the transfer of power at the fusion core.

Om-! ! !
The entire Heavenly Sword Vine Cage suddenly collapsed!

It wasn't a collapse, but rather all the branches, vines, sword light, soul power... were frantically contracting and reorganizing inward.

The new fusion skill, [Ten Directions Annihilation], uses the Sword God Pearl as its core and the Void Willow as its veins, emerging from its shell!

A profound array, encompassing an area of ​​a hundred feet in diameter, solidified in the void in an instant—

The sword formation extended into the void.

The core of the formation is the beginning of chaos – the gray and white energies swirling and merging at the center of the formation, outlining the eternal trajectory of the rotation of the primordial chaos (Tai Chi).

Two sword beams burst forth from the edge of the wheel, traversing the heavens and the earth. The pure black Xuan Sword and the blazing white Yao Sword stood like giant pillars, dividing the heavens and the earth into eternal night and day (the two polarities).
Five streams of light of different textures rose from the sword base—the sharp metal energy condensed into a gray iron sword talisman, the towering tree transformed into a green tree sword stump, the vast cold tide gathered into a dark vortex sword eye, the raging red fire formed an effigy flame sword lotus, and the heavy mountains became a mysterious rock sword monument.

The Five Elements are not static, but rather rotate according to mutual generation. Gray iron gives rise to green trees, and green trees draw in dark vortexes... As they circulate, the array walls gradually generate inexhaustible power (the Five Elements).

The five elements rotated and moved, and three ancient pressures descended from the sky.

The three ancient sword shadows on the outer perimeter form the Three Powers Formation (Heaven, Earth, and Man), and the three sword shadows form a stable triangle to suppress the spacetime of the formation base.

Finally, the four corners of the sky trembled—

The illusory image of the Black Tortoise in the north was the first to solidify.

The giant beast, with its shell covered in ice scales and frost, was intertwined with a snake and a tortoise. Its four limbs slammed down like pillars of heaven, causing a surge of cold waves from the Netherworld Sword Eye.

The White Tiger formation in the west is the next most inauspicious.

Between the fangs of the pure white giant tiger leaped gray iron sword energy, and the sweep of its tail tore through space, its sharpness directly threatening the edge of a sword.

The Eastern Azure Dragon's illusory form appeared somewhat hazy.

The aura of emerald wood and the chilling blue current flowed and intertwined on the dragon's body, causing the emerald tree sword post to sway and shine.

The Southern Vermilion Bird's radiance is the faintest.

The crimson bird-shaped creature merely possessed its spirit; as its wings flapped, the flames of the sword lotus flickered, as if it were about to be swallowed up by the swirling, icy tide.

The four elements are somewhat unbalanced, with water being excessive and fire being weak!
But after it went through the process of circulation, it eventually stabilized.

When the four illusory images finally settled, the entire sword formation had transformed into a cage of rules that imprisoned heaven and earth.

The Black Tortoise treads on the Northern Sea with its claws, and its tail suppresses the Western Metal; the White Tiger holds the Eastern Wood in its mouth, and its eyes burn with the Southern Fire; the Azure Dragon coils around the Earth Sword; the Vermilion Bird's shadow disappears into the brilliance of the Heavenly Sword.

The unbalanced four elements, leading to the previous four changes, completely locked the struggling Yan Choulong within the time-stagnant array core.

The sword formation hangs in the air, and time itself seems to stand still within it!

One minute later, the light from the sword formation faded.

In the void, neither the Heavenly Sword Vine nor the roaring figure of Yan Choulong remained.

Only one figure remained suspended in mid-air, its legs in an oddly bent kneeling position.

His head was bowed, his bulging, golden eyes almost popping out of their sockets, frozen in twisted pain and disbelief.

Six illusory divine swords, each with its own unique radiance, pierced his limbs, heart, and skull like tombstones that judged sins.

Where the sword pierced through, not a drop of blood flowed; only a void hole remained, completely annihilated by the rules of the sword formation.

“Cough…” Deep within the ruins of the Northeast Courtyard, amidst the smoke and dust dissipating from the Martial Soul Fusion Technique, Chen Xiaojun coughed up a mouthful of thick blood, the blood trickling down his chin and into the patterns on his neck guard.

He swayed, turned his head to look at Xiaoyi, whose face was also pale, and forced a smile at the corner of his bloodied mouth: "...Hold on...Xiaoyi...I'm relying on...you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed.

Xiao Yi knelt on one knee and stretched out her arm to tightly embrace Chen Xiaojun's limp body.

The front of her dress was stained with the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his dark green eyes, which once reflected the moonlight, were now nothing but a bottomless abyss.

She gently laid him flat on the scorched earth, her fingertips tracing his cold brow, without uttering a word.

The illusory image of the willow vine rooted in the void behind her swayed silently, and the pale moonlight began to flow through her palm.

(End of this chapter)