Soul Street: Dragon Descendants of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 371 Flying Tiger Attack
"General Flying Tiger, follow me and fight!"

As the earth-shaking tiger roar suddenly sounded, a bloody and murderous aura that was so thick that it was almost tangible, like a surging black tide, instantly swept across the entire battlefield.

Frode felt his chest tighten and his breathing became rapid, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat.

The world before my eyes seemed to be dyed red with blood in an instant. The horrific scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood kept churning in my mind, making me almost suffocate.

In this terrifying atmosphere, a figure that was tall and burly beyond imagination descended on the battlefield at lightning speed.

Li Cunxiao is like a god of war who has traveled through time from the ancient era of demons. He has a towering body and a majestic aura. Just standing there quietly, he gives people a sense of grandeur that can hold up the entire sky and overwhelm the vast earth.

He was wearing the Qiongqi Swallowing Heaven Black Armor, with runes flickering on the armor, as if telling an endless story of killing; his pair of scarlet eyes were like a vast sea of ​​blood, and the depth contained a trembling destructive power.

At Li Cunxiao's feet, the ferocious beast exuded a despairing ferocity. It looked like a tiger, with every hair on its body standing upright like sharp steel thorns, flashing a cold light.

The pair of wings behind him were like the wings of a demon from the Nine Nether Hell. The black flames and blood-red lightning were entwined and intertwined with each other, constantly jumping and flickering. Every flash of light seemed to tear the surrounding space apart.

Its limbs were strong and powerful, and when it stepped on the ground, the earth trembled as if it could not bear the weight.

This flame was not an ordinary fire, but a demonic flame that carried endless resentment and destructive will. Wherever it went, the air was burned and distorted, making a "sizzling" sound.

His eyes were blood red, his horns were hideous and terrifying, and his body stood tall like a mountain. The aura he exuded was like a demon descending to the earth. It was so terrifying that even Frode's pupils could not help but shrink.

Li Cunxiao slightly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring directly at Frode, as if announcing to the second knight of the Kingdom Organization: "Today is the end of you, the so-called strong man!"

The ferocious beast under his feet seemed to sense his master's fighting spirit, and it roared towards the sky. The sound rolled, and with a rolling murderous aura, it rushed towards Frode.

Although Frode was shocked, the strong will forged from years of fighting allowed him to calm down quickly.

He knew very well that the man and the beast in front of him were by no means ordinary people, and this battle would be the most difficult and fiercest battle in his life.

"Xi La, fight with all your strength!" Frode shouted, and the water elements around him instantly became violent.
The figure of the guardian spirit Xila became more and more solid, and the butterfly wings behind her fluttered gently. Every flap brought up circles of water ripples that contained powerful force.

The ferocious beast under Li Cunxiao's feet took the lead in attacking. It flapped its wings, bringing up a gust of wind that was filled with black flames and blood-red lightning. It swept towards Frode like a storm of destruction.

Seeing this, Frode immediately controlled Xila, "Shield!" Xila spread his wings instantly, forming an indestructible water shield. Runes flashed on the surface of the shield, resisting the oncoming storm.

The storm hit the shield with a deafening roar, and black flames and blood-red lightning raged on the shield, trying to break through the defense.

Li Cunxiao took advantage of the opportunity when the beast's attack attracted Frode's attention, and rushed towards Frode like a black lightning.

He didn't know when a huge King Yu's Spear appeared in his hand, which exuded a sharp cold light and a strong bloody smell.

The long spear was swung, causing a whistling sound, and it chopped down towards Frode's head. The momentum seemed to split the sky and the earth in half.

Frode's eyes shone, and he held the sword in his hand horizontally, ready to take the blow. "Dang!" There was a loud noise, like the collapse of heaven and earth.

Li Cunxiao's long spear collided with Frode's long sword. The powerful impact force caused the air around the two to explode instantly, forming a huge energy vortex that drew the surrounding sand and dust into it.

Frode was shocked by this powerful force and retreated repeatedly. His arms were slightly numb and he secretly exclaimed in his heart: "Li Cunxiao's power is so terrifying!" But he did not retreat, instead it aroused his fighting spirit.

He controlled Xila, "Wild Water Blade!" Countless sharp blades condensed from water shot towards Li Cunxiao from all directions. The water blades flashed with cold light and moved at an extremely fast speed, like a rain of arrows.

Li Cunxiao showed no fear. He shouted loudly and swung the long spear in his hand tightly, forming a defensive barrier to block the incoming water knives. Every time the long spear collided with the water knife, a crystal water splashed, but under the influence of the bloody murderous aura emanating from Li Cunxiao's body, these splashes instantly turned into blood mist, filling the battlefield, making the atmosphere of the entire battlefield even more gloomy and terrifying.

At this moment, the beast under Li Cunxiao's feet attacked again. It flashed and disappeared instantly.
The next moment, a pair of sturdy claws with black flames and blood-red lightning appeared behind Frode, grabbing Frode's back fiercely...

Frode sensed the fatal threat from behind and his hair stood on end instantly. Without time to think, he hurriedly ordered Xila to move the shield from the front to the back.

"Bang!" The beast's claws grabbed the shield heavily, emitting dazzling blue and black light. The powerful impact caused Frode to stagger forward several steps, and his boots plowed two deep grooves on the ground.

"What a fast speed!" Frode was shocked, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead. He knew very well that if Xila had not reacted in time, this claw would have been enough to rip him open.

Before he could steady himself, Li Cunxiao attacked again. His long spear, with tremendous force, drew a black arc and went straight for Frode's neck.

Frode quickly raised his sword to block. There was a loud "clang" sound, sparks flew from the metal collision, and the powerful recoil force caused his palm to crack, and the sword almost slipped out of his hand.

Li Cunxiao attacked like a tide, not giving Frode any chance to breathe. Every time he swung his spear, it brought out a violent airflow, which was mixed with a strong bloody smell, as if it could corrode everything around it.

Under this violent attack, Frode gradually fell into a disadvantage. Several cracks appeared on his white armor. Blood oozed from the wounds, staining the armor red.

"I can't just passively take a beating like this anymore!" Frode roared in his heart. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain on his body, and quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering: "Drowned the dead souls, and attack with all my strength!"

In an instant, the surrounding floods seemed to be controlled by an invisible force and surged violently. Countless water ghosts emerged from the floods, roaring and dragging long iron chains, rushing frantically towards Li Cunxiao and his ferocious beasts.

These water ghosts exuded a faint green light, their faces were distorted, and their eyes were filled with resentment and hatred. Wherever they passed, the air became cold and chilling.

Seeing this, Li Cunxiao snorted coldly: "A mere trifle!" He thrust the spear into the ground and let out a low roar.

As he moved, the ferocious beast under his feet roared to the sky, shaking the whole area. The black flames and blood-red lightning behind him instantly increased several times, forming a huge energy area.

In this area, all the water ghosts that approached let out shrill screams the moment they came into contact with the black flames and blood-red lightning, and turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated in the air.

Li Cunxiao took this opportunity to infuse spiritual power into the spear. Runes on the surface of the spear flickered, emitting even more powerful power.

He suddenly pulled out his spear and swung it hard in the direction of Frode. A huge black light whizzed out, and wherever the black light passed, a black crack was created in the space, as if splitting the world in two.

Frode looked at the axe blade coming towards him and his expression became extremely solemn. He knew that if he was hit by this blow, he would be smashed to pieces.

"XiLa, the power of the ancient sea god!" Frode shouted loudly with all his strength.

Upon hearing this, the guardian spirit Xila was surrounded by bright light, and the originally gathered sea water instantly transformed into a huge image of Poseidon, the god of the sea. The god of the sea held a trident in his hand, emitting endless majesty and power.

The sea god waved his trident, and a huge water barrier was formed instantly, facing Li Cunxiao's axe.

"Boom!" The axe blade collided with the water barrier, causing a loud earth-shaking sound, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in dazzling light.

The powerful energy impact formed a strong hurricane, which lifted the surrounding floods dozens of feet high. A huge deep pit was also shaken out on the ground. The land around the deep pit was covered with dense cracks, like a broken spider web.

After the light faded, Li Cunxiao and Frode stood in their respective positions, their eyes full of vigilance and fighting spirit. This battle was far from over. Both of them were accumulating strength to prepare for the next round of more intense confrontation.

At this time, in the dark sky outside Tartarus Castle, the dark clouds became thicker and thicker, as if foreshadowing the coming of an even more terrifying storm...

(End of this chapter)