Traveling the Heavens in Thunderbolt

Chapter 101 Black and White
The Black and White Masters of the Devil Sword Sect, Yuye, tried to stop Shaoyang Jun and seize the Western Frontier Divine Sword which has the ability to restrain the Devil Sword Sect.

After Shaoyang Jun used his sonic power to repel the four puppets of Yaksha Ghost and Heretic God, he faced the two young masters of Black and White and said with a contemptuous smile, "Even if your master Feng Zhihen was here, he wouldn't dare to speak to me in this tone. How dare you, boys, be so arrogant in front of this mansion master."

"Boast!" As the future successor of the Devil Sword Dao and the Demon Sword Realm, the Black-Cloaked Sword Master has been a disciple of Feng Zhihen, the leader of the martial arts sword world, since he was a child. He has never been beaten by the martial arts world, so he is very arrogant.

He had never been treated like this before, so he immediately drew out the Yaksha sword weighing over a hundred pounds, and wielded the domineering and ruthless Demon Sword to chop at him.

When Shaoyang Jun saw the heavy sword approaching, he actually chose to resist with his body. He caught the black-clothed sword, which was as heavy as a thousand pounds, with one hand, and then repelled it with a palm. However, his hand was also injured by his Yaksha sword, leaving a trail of blood.

Seeing that the swordsman in black failed, the swordsman in white immediately drew out the heretic sword hidden in the sword box and used the swift and joyful Wind Trace. When the swordsman in black retreated, he immediately made up for it, wanting to take advantage of the time when Shaoyang Jun's new strength was not yet generated and kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

His calm and swift swordsmanship was forced back by the powerful palm force, but when he was forced back, he was left with a shallow scar in Shaoyang Jun's other palm.

But in a blink of an eye, the wounds on Shaoyang Jun's hands healed as before.

Seeing this, the young swordsman in white was not careless and warned, "Black, be careful. This man has a special power. If we can't kill him with one move, no matter how much we spend, it will be useless. You and I must join forces to fight the enemy."

After the confrontation just now, the young swordsman in black knew that Yan Shaoyang was a difficult person, and he agreed with the young swordsman in white's opinion.

At this time, Shao Yang Jun didn't care about the two people joining forces, but looked at his healed hands, wondering if he had become weaker, or if the two black and white young masters were too strong. They could actually leave wounds on his newly promoted "Pangu Wuji Body", and when he counterattacked the white-clothed sword young master just now, the flow of his true energy was blocked, and the speed of his recovery decreased.

Just when the Black and White Young Masters decided to join forces, the Yaksha Demon and the Heretic God who had been repelled before started to dance strangely and made weird noises again.

“Woo~, woo~. Hahahahahaha” “Kill! Kill!”

Shao Yang Jun observed the behavior of the four magic puppets and seemed to have noticed something. He guessed, "Could it be..."

Then, seeing the black and white young men charging forward again, he was no longer arrogant and summoned his magic weapon, the Donghuang Taiyi. The two swords were drawn together for the first time, with a calm and holy aura, emitting a dazzling light in the wind and rain, cutting through the darkness.

The first time the two weapons clashed with the Yasha Sword and the Heretic Sword, the result was a draw.

Seeing this, Shao Yang Jun became more certain of his previous guess, and then he used his ultimate move, "Spirit Emperor Lifts the Clouds."

Upon seeing this, the two young masters immediately opened their swords and used their combined powers to block the Jiuge sword technique and injure Shaoyang Jun.

Shaoyang Jun had the sword energy piercing his right chest, but he did not seem to be injured at all. Instead, he used strange body movements to heal his wound and started close combat with the two young masters.

Superb fighting skills combined with the power of two swords opened up a new situation in the battle.

The two swords were in Shaoyang Jun's hands, each one sharp and each move powerful. When the three swords collided, it was like the sound of a zither, shaking the heaven and earth.

"The Shaosi is in charge of Luosheng"

"Sword Crying Blood" "Wind Passes, Leaves Traces"

When the three moves come together, it's a 50-50 situation again.

The three were injured, but Shao Yang Jun took advantage of his own strength and used his infinite physical strength and the ability to heal wounds quickly to exchange injuries for injuries. One sword was heavier than the other, and one move was faster than the other, leaving the two no chance to attack together.
The two young men, black and white, were beaten so hard that they were in great pain. After a long time, they were injured so much that they could not tell whether the water dripping from their foreheads was rain.

The white clothes of the young swordsman in white turned into a bloody shirt due to the numerous wounds and the blood flowing out.

Both of them knew that a long battle would not be beneficial, and only by keeping a distance could they fully display the wildness of the Demonic Sword and the pleasure of Wind Trace, and achieve a one-hit kill. Looking at each other, the long-standing friendship between the two of them made them have a tacit understanding.

The two of them attacked at the same time, forcing Shaoyang Jun to retreat, and then used the double sword move again, "Devil Sword·Trace of Wind".

A shocking sword move was about to be performed, and the Yaksha demon and the heretic seemed to be catering to this move. Their weird dance and strange sounds became more and more rapid, adding power to the sword moves of the two.

However, Shao Yang Jun was not frightened at all. He waited for the two to complete their moves and said, "The move you two made together finally showed a bit of the Wind Mark. It's worth it for this mansion lord to use this move."

Then he abandoned the sword and used his palm, transforming his true essence into the ultimate evil energy, "Six Forbidden Styles of Evil: Demonic Evil Shakes the Sky".

When the three of them attacked each other, their powerful qi roared across the plain like a hurricane, turning the gloomy wind and rain, and the dark clouds covering the moon into a bright moon in the sky due to the force of the three people's attack.

Under the bright moonlight, the two young masters, Black and White, thrust their swords into Shaoyang Jun's chest, seemingly winning the duel.

Before the two of them could feel happy, they saw a terrifying aura emanating from the body of Shaoyang Jun who was stabbed in the vitals.

The two of them reacted in danger, and the young swordsman in white was slapped away by Shaoyang Jun, and the heretic sword in his hand was also pulled out of Shaoyang Jun's body.

"Royal brother!" The black-clothed swordsman exclaimed upon seeing this.

"Take care of yourself!" Shao Yangjun restrained his sword-holding hand with one hand, and with the other hand, he raised his inner energy and hit him three times in a row. The black-clothed swordsman was seriously injured and flew out, but was caught by the white-clothed swordsman who came back.

Shaoyang Jun pulled out the Yaksha sword that was stuck in his chest. Although a lot of blood came out, he remained calm and seemed unaffected by the wound on his body. He threw the Yaksha sword in front of the two men.

Under the horrified gaze of the two men, the wounds on his body caused by the Heretic Sword and the Yaksha Sword began to heal rapidly, and in a short while, he was back to normal.

Seeing this, the swordsman in black used his sword as support to get up from the arms of the swordsman in white, and shouted angrily, "What kind of monster is this?"

The White-robed Sword Master knew that the Black-robed Sword Master was no longer able to fight, so he stepped forward, holding the Heretic Sword, and protected him behind him. He also ordered the Yaksha Ghost and the Heretic God to join forces with him to fight the enemy.

Seeing this, Lord Shaoyang smiled and said, "What an admirable brotherly love! But Master Baiyi Jian, your actions have cut off your last chance of survival."

The swordsman in white pretended not to hear anything and directly ordered the Yaksha Demon and the Heretic God to fight the enemy together with him. He even used his strongest move, "Traces of Wind", in an attempt to severely injure Shaoyang Lord and buy time for the two to escape.

Unexpectedly, the move he placed his hopes on was easily caught by Shaoyang Jun with two fingers, and then he flicked his fingers, and the heretic sword broke into countless pieces.

The swordsman in white was hit by the fragments of the sword blade and immediately bled profusely. He looked at the hilt in his hand in disbelief and said, "How could this happen? The Heretic Sword actually shattered."

"It seems that you haven't realized that from the very beginning, you were no match for me. The reason you were able to fight with me for so long was that you relied on the magic of these four puppets to weaken my attacks and speed up the consumption of my inner energy. Your biggest mistake was to let them attack me, so that my power was no longer suppressed. Now that the doubts are resolved, you can die without regrets. Haha!"

After answering the doubts of the young swordsman in white, Shaoyang Jun burst out with all his strength, unleashing his ultimate energy to the fullest. The immense energy that was condensed and not yet released had already shocked the heavens and the earth, made ghosts weep, and shook the sun and the moon in the dark.

Just as the young swordsman in white closed his eyes and waited for death, he heard the sound of palm force hitting flesh. He opened his eyes and saw the Yaksha ghost and the heretic god stepped forward to protect their master and took the attack for their master. The heretic god standing in the front row had his body exploded on the spot.

The bodies of the two Yaksha ghosts were also damaged and in danger. The black and white duo was in dire straits.

(End of this chapter)