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Chapter 995: Suzaku takes action, the Styx blocks the way!
"Little tricks!"

Li Cunxiao's fighting spirit increased suddenly, his bones made crackling sounds, and the shadow of the blue dragon that appeared behind him suddenly turned into nine blood dragons.

He exhaled suddenly and shouted, veins on his arms bulged like old tree roots, and he actually grabbed an incoming black knife with his bare hands. The dragon scales on his palm glowed bloody. The broken chain of Bi Yanlao suddenly turned into a nine-section steel whip, and the gilded beast head tied to the end of the whip let out a sharp roar in the five-colored divine light.

"It's now!"

Taking advantage of the gap when Kong Xuan was resisting, Li Cunxiao suddenly twisted his body, jumped up from his horse, and pounced on Gu Changqing behind the platform like an eagle catching a rabbit!
The black-scaled horses neighed and plowed deep furrows on the rocky ground. The friction between the heavy black iron armor and the air made a sharp whistling sound, which frightened the guards on both sides of the platform into chaos.

"Protect the Grand Master! Protect the Grand Master quickly!"

Gu Changqing's hair and beard stood out, and his skinny hand pressed on the commander's flag. Some officers among the 100,000 county soldiers behind him shouted hurriedly, and the sound actually drowned out the killing on the battlefield.

But when the veteran had only drawn out half of his Qiankun swords, he saw Li Cunxiao's bronze Yuwang Spear had transformed into the Milky Way in the sky and was pouring down. The ten-foot-long aura condensed at the tip of the spear glowed blood-red in the sunlight.

"finished……"

Gu Changqing's pupils contracted, and a sweet and fishy taste rose in his throat. He looked at his distorted face reflected on the tip of the spear, and listened to the sharp whistle of the blade tearing through the air.

"call out!"

At this critical moment, a crimson light suddenly appeared in the sky. The arrow was shot later, but it arrived first like a meteor chasing the moon, and hit Li Cunxiao's spear three inches away accurately.

"Ding!"

The sound of metal colliding shook the valley and the scarlet energy on the surface of the arrow and Li Cunxiao's iron-gray energy exploded, and the sparks ignited the curtain of the general's platform into a sea of ​​fire.

Li Cunxiao only felt his arm tremble, and the attack trajectory of the bronze spear was actually shifted by half a foot.

His eyes widened as he saw the apricot-yellow ribbon tied to the tail feathers of the arrow fluttering in the morning breeze. The arrow shaft was engraved with the Vermillion Bird totem; it was none other than the Vermillion Bird's Burning Sky Arrow!

"hateful!"

He roared and thrust the spear into the rock. All the energy in his body turned into a tangible iron-grey storm. He actually caught the arrow with his bare hands. The dragon scales on his palm glowed blood-red. But before he could exert any force, he heard the clear shouting of Suzaku coming from behind.

"Flying Phoenix Sets the Fields Ablaze!"

The morning light suddenly became brighter, and the unusually handsome crimson phantom of the Vermilion Bird behind it spread its wings, covering the entire battlefield in red-gold flames.

The Suzaku Burning Sky Bow in her hand opened like a full moon, and three arrows wrapped in crimson energy were placed on the bowstring again. The flickering phoenix flames could be vaguely seen at the tips of the arrows.

Li Cunxiao's heart trembled as he watched the shadow of the Vermillion Bird emerge from the aura on the surface of the arrows. Each arrow contained the terrifying power to burn the sky and boil the sea.

His muscles were knotted all over, and the dragon scale patterns on his body turned bright scarlet in the blood-colored energy, but he heard Suzaku's delicate cry piercing through the battlefield.

"General Li, don't forget that you still have an opponent!"

Before he finished speaking, the three arrows had transformed into three red-gold meteors, attacking Li Cunxiao's vital points from tricky angles.

Before the arrow arrived, the strong energy had already burned his skin so hard that it hurt, and the sparks burned the rocks under his feet until they were charred.

"What a blazing glory!"

Li Cunxiao let out a long roar toward the sky, his whole body's energy surged three times, and he shattered the arrow that was attacking his throat with his bare hands, but the other two arrows were like thorns in his flesh. One grazed his ear and melted half of his heart guard into molten iron, and the other shot directly at his right shoulder blade, and the phoenix flame on the arrow shaft instantly ignited his battle robe.

Outside the battlefield, Su Ye and Meng Zhang, who were watching the show leisurely in the back, were staring intently.

"As expected of Jin Yu's best archer, Suzaku's three arrows will probably cause Cunxiao to suffer." Meng Zhang stroked his beard and chuckled. The scales on his Azure Dragon armor glowed bloody in the morning sun. He watched the Burning Sky Bow in Suzaku's hand becoming increasingly tightened.

But before he could finish his words, Li Cunxiao had already thrown the arrow back with a grim smile. The bronze spear was like a silver dragon exploring the sea. The tip of the spear was condensed with a ten-foot-long iron-gray aura, which shattered the second wave of arrows.

At the same time, on the high slope behind where the morning mist had not yet dissipated, the red-gold flame of the Suzaku Burning Sky Bow was illuminating half of the sky. Su Ye suddenly put his hand on the Chunjun sword at his waist, looking at the bloody aura rising from the battle between Li Cunxiao and Kong Xuan, and an intriguing arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

"The drama has reached its climax. What was supposed to happen has finally happened."

Before he finished his words, the earth shook suddenly. Morning dew within a ten-foot radius fell down and was turned into blood mist by some invisible force. From deep in the pine forest came the crisp sound of pines and cypresses being broken in half. The Feiyun colt under Zhuque's crotch suddenly neighed and stood up, its iron hooves plowing sparks on the rocks.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost?"

Zhuque's jade hand was pressing on the quiver, with three phoenix feather arrows already clamped between her two fingers.

Before she finished her words, the blood mist in the sky suddenly solidified into substance, and a strong smell of blood wafted in the morning breeze, as if millions of living creatures were groaning in pain.

Amidst the swirling blood mist, a hunched figure walked out of the mist. The old man's blood-stained robe was embroidered with a map of the Nine Netherworld. With every step he took, a blood-red flower of the other shore blossomed under his feet. His black Taoist robe was embroidered with dark gold blood patterns, and the trailing corners of his robe were stained with dried black blood. He was none other than the leader of the Blood Sea Cult, one of the Ten Sects of the Demonic Path - Patriarch Minghe!

The most terrifying thing was the two swords in his hands - the Yuantu Sword was surrounded by black air, and the skull engraved on the sword's spine looked like a living thing; the Abi Sword was emitting a cold blue light, and the inscriptions on the sword body were actually flowing on their own, as if the River Styx in Hell was hanging upside down.

"Hehehehe - the Duke of Zhenguo is in such a good mood. At this critical moment, he still has the leisure to watch a show?"

With a strange laugh like a night owl crying blood, the ancestor of the Styx released dark red energy with every step, which actually burned the spring mud and made it sizzle.

"Ancestor Minghe just displayed his divine power in the Daqian Palace not long ago. Now he is here again in person. I wonder what he can do for you?"

The Chunjun sword in Su Ye's hand was unsheathed half an inch, and the corners of his lips curled up in a playful arc.

"What's the matter?"

The old man in the blood-stained robe laughed like a night crow, and with his withered claws he produced two dark ancient swords. The sword bodies were as winding as snakes. They were the evil weapon Yuantu Abi.

"Today, I am naturally here to see you off to your final resting place!"

Before he finished speaking, the two swords had already drawn a blood-red river in the sky. A twelve-level red lotus suddenly blossomed in the air, and karmic fire energy poured down like a rainstorm!

Zhuque's pretty face was frosty, and the phantom of Zhuque behind her cried out loudly and spread her flaming wings. Three bird arrows were instantly put on the bowstring.

But at this moment, the folding fan in Su Ye's hand suddenly tapped the black iron wristband. The clear sound was like some kind of secret signal, but the pupils under the black tortoise heavy armor shrank slightly, and the black tortoise mace in his hand involuntarily slowed down by half a beat.

"careful!"

The moment the Suzaku arrow left the bow, cracks suddenly appeared on the Xuanwu armor of the Black Tortoise. The Styx ancestor grinned and inserted the Avici sword into the ground. The blood sea demonic energy turned into thousands of tentacles, which actually entangled the crimson flame tail of the Hundred Birds Arrow.

"Don't worry, Lord Zhenguo. Let me first experience the strength of the seventh place on the World Ranking!"

The two swords of the Styx Patriarch clashed, and actually drew a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram in the void. Zhuque only felt that the energy around his body was like falling into a quagmire, and the red lotus of karmic fire was already burning to his eyebrows.

"Four hundred and eighty million Blood God Sons!"

As the blood robes fluttered, countless bloody figures emerged from the sea of ​​blood, each holding a miniature version of the Yuantu Abi Sword.

(End of this chapter)