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

Chapter 1635 Explosive Kill! The Moon Palace Arrives!
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Lu Chenfeng suppressed his surging blood and qi, intending to retaliate, but Chen Hanxin had already raised the Seven Kill Sword in her hand once again.

The sixth spirit ring shone, and the sword tip rapidly drew a mysterious arc, "Sixth Spirit Skill - Bright Moon's Delay - Fallen Yin Flower".

A sharp, circular sword aura detached from the sword, spinning rapidly and cutting through the solidified air, emitting a sharp buzzing sound, and instantly slashed in front of Lu Chenfeng.

The protective soul light he had desperately erected vanished silently, and the spinning wheel of sword energy mercilessly swept past his waist and abdomen.

Lu Chenfeng froze, his upper body slowly sliding down the smooth cut, his eyes still filled with disbelief and horror.

Witnessing Lu Chenfeng's death, Yan Banqing's eyes turned bloodshot, fear overwhelming her reason.

He roared, and blood mist rose around him. Ignoring his injuries and the pain of his internal organs being torn apart, he forcibly activated his family's secret technique, "Netherworld Blood Explosion."

A strong stench of blood, mixed with rampaging soul power, suddenly exploded, forcibly opening a crack in the domain. The price was that fine lines of blood burst open all over his body, and he transformed into a miserable blood shadow, shooting out of the Moonlight Domain and disappearing into the darkness in the distance in an instant.

He forced himself to use it despite being severely injured; even if he doesn't die, he'll be crippled.

The silvery halo slowly faded, and Chen Hanxin stood still.

Overwhelmed by a wave of exhaustion and depletion of her soul power, she dropped the Seven Kill Sword and used it to prop up her swaying body.

She knelt down on one knee, struggled several times but could not get up, and finally everything went black before her eyes. Her consciousness sank into the boundless darkness, and she slumped forward.

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The life-or-death struggle on the mountain fortress was so intense that a single move could affect the entire situation.

The intense collision of soul power from Chen Hanxin's dual Saint King-level soul skills struck Mo Qiyuan's heart meridian hard.

This is also a signal of a counterattack.

We can't delay any longer!

How could someone at level 85 be suppressed by Lao Nianzhao forever?

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his feet trod on mysterious footsteps—the Nine Spiral Shadows—his body suddenly transformed into several afterimages that were difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

At the same time, the shadowy soul power on his left arm surged wildly, instantly condensing into layers of deep, flowing obsidian shadow armor, tightly covering the charred wound on his shoulder caused by Lao Nianzhao's wolf flames—the instinct of shadow-type martial souls to transform into armor and protect their bodies had long been ingrained in their bones.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Thousand Shadow Devouring Armor!"

With a roar, the shadow armor covering his left arm and shoulder suddenly exploded.

What exploded was not fragments, but countless strands of shadowy soul power, condensed to the extreme and imbued with a strong corrosive death aura.

Like living streams of ink, they precisely flowed into the bodies of the five spiraling afterimages around them, each wielding a sword and taking the same steps.

"Roar!"

The five afterimages, which were originally focused on illusion and offense, had a "sizzle" sound on their bodies the moment they received this pure and massive soul power.

At the same time, it was covered with the same Obsidian Shadow Armor as Mo Qiyuan's own left shoulder, only slightly thinner.

The originally illusory longsword was condensed from pure soul power into a real, sharp entity surrounded by a dim sword light.

The main body is clad in shadow armor on its arm, while five clones are clad in shadow armor on their bodies!
Six longswords, wreathed in shadowy soul power, simultaneously locked onto Lao Nianzhao, who was lunging forward, in the dim battlefield light.

The six Mo Qiyuan, without distinction of primary or secondary, unleashed their sword strikes simultaneously.

Like thunder, like tearing silk!
Six jet-black sword energies tore through the air, weaving a deadly net from different directions, instantly enveloping Lao Nianzhao's enormous demonic wolf-lion form and sealing off all escape routes.

Lao Nianzhao's soul has been scattered and his spirit has vanished!
Although he possessed a demonic body enhanced by level 84 evil soul power, and had astonishing strength and destructive power, he was utterly helpless against the sudden appearance of the six-layered sword armor attack, driven by the Spiral Nine Shadows Movement Technique and strengthened by the Thousand Shadows Devouring Armor. In his haste, he only had time to unleash the maximum burst of his soul power, his wolf claws, imbued with sulfur and hellfire, futilely grabbing at the two sword lights in front of him.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Soul-Melting Wolf Devouring Claw!"

boom!
The claw shadow barely managed to deflect two deadly sword strikes directly in front of it.

But there were only two.

puff!puff!puff!

At least three shadowy swords, imbued with a thick, corrosive death aura, pierced through the seemingly formidable protective evil flames covering the wolf-lion's true body without any hindrance.

Shoulder blades! Under the ribs! Outer thighs!

The three bloody holes pierced by the Shadow Armor Longsword immediately exploded, and the eerie dark green death aura and black shadow soul power, like maggots clinging to bones, frantically burrowed into Lao Nianzhao's body.

The flesh at the wound sizzled and corroded, and even the crimson, boiling evil spirit power quickly dimmed.

"Ow!!!"

A heart-wrenching roar echoed across the cliffs.

Lao Nianzhao's massive body flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing violently into a section of the already crumbling low wall.

Amidst the flying debris, he tumbled about in a sorry state, blood mixed with corrosive black mist gushing out from three terrifying sword holes the size of bowls.

The demonized body convulsed and twisted wildly under the intense pain and the erosion of the shadowy soul power. Its massive body shrank a bit as if deflated, leaving only a pair of scarlet beast eyes burning with pain and horror, staring intently at the six shadow armored figures who stood with their swords sheathed and their aura as deep as the abyss.

Mo Qiyuan shattered the rubble on the low wall, and the six figures overlapped and merged back into one.

The shadow armor on his shoulders shimmered with light, and the burns seemed to be temporarily suppressed. Only his face grew paler, and his breath carried the metallic smell of blood.

The Six Harmonies Sword Armor's all-out attack was both a life-saving act and a desperate gamble.

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The clouds in the southern sky suddenly tore apart!
A magnificent aura, as dazzling as a falling silver moon, approached from afar, pressing down on the clouds that swirled and turned upside down.

The speed far exceeded that of a sonic boom; before the person even arrived, the chilling intent swept across the entire battlefield like an ice storm from the Arctic.
"Who dares to invade the borders of my Moonflower City!"

The sound was not a roar, but it was heavier and more terrifying than rolling thunder. Each word was like a giant rock formed from ten thousand years of glaciers, rolling over the clouds with the force of a collapsing mountain, and smashing into the soul of every evil soul master.

Xuan Zixian, Deputy Palace Master of the Moon Palace!

Level 96 Super Douluo!

The invisible pressure brought by his martial soul "Heavenly Frost Moon Wheel" has frozen the blood droplets that were flying everywhere, and even the smoke in the wind has been frozen.

A person’s name is like a tree’s shadow!
The Moon Palace has been the head of the Nine Imperial Gates for a thousand years, so it cannot be simple!
This is also why Yan Wushuang herself did not come, but sent Jiang Maoxing instead.

Behind him, the distant horizon burst open with streaks of shimmering silver.

It was a silent, silver torrent, each rider treading on a crescent-shaped blade (Moon Shadow Divine Blade) that gleamed with cold light, cleaving through the sky—the renowned Silver Moon Guards.

The leader, with a figure as sharp as a blade against the snow, was none other than Qingyue, the Left Envoy of the Moon Palace and one of the previous 16 generations of goddesses!
Qingyue's icy eyes immediately locked onto Chen Hanxin's blood-soaked, fallen figure on the mountain fortress, a surge of coldness emanating from them.

Without a word, the long-standing handkerchief-like affection between her and Chen Xiyuan was now completely transformed into an overwhelming murderous intent.

With the Chen family attacked, how could she stand idly by?!
Moreover, the Moon Palace and the Chen family are allies!

The Moon Palace arrived too quickly; they were on Silver Moon Peak, fifty miles south of Moonflower City.

(End of this chapter)