Perfect World: Start by traveling to the Wuwang Mansion

Chapter 202: The Battle of the Venerables
He held the frosty black sword tightly in his hand, his eyes emitting a hint of golden light, and his aura was rising without any wind, like a god of war who had fought in many battlefields.

He raised his foot and took a step forward, stepping heavily on the void. The space shattered, and strands of yin and yang energy seeped into the void. His figure then rushed out like lightning.

A huge phantom of Kunpeng slowly took shape behind him, roared towards the sky, and pounced forward with him.

When the disciples of Zhulu saw their mountain master rushing out first, they also began to use their magic skills to follow Shi Qingyun and rushed out, with murderous intent in their eyes that seemed to reach the sky.

Some disciples, holding artifacts that shone with cold light in their hands, lined up in front, staring at the rapidly approaching black cloud.

Just as the huge Kunpeng Dharma image was about to fall into the crowd, several terrifying Taoist magics rushed out from the crowd.

It fell on the image of Kunpeng and shattered it in the void. The roar continued to echo in the sky.

The huge explosion seemed to be the prelude to the war, kicking off this massive war.

Shi Qingyun watched as his attack was blocked just like that, his eyes calm and he stood proudly above the many disciples competing for the title.

Bathed in a dazzling halo behind him, he looked like a god descending from heaven, his robes rustling in the wind, which was intimidating.

The Tai Chi Dao Seal in his eyes flickered slightly. He swept his gaze across the dark mass and saw that there were no less than dozens of venerables above the black cloud, staring at this place with a covetous look.

As for whether there are other powerful people hiding in secret, he has not discovered it yet.

However, even if there were other venerables present, there was no fear in his heart.

"They are just a bunch of cowards who are afraid of death."

"Let's see how many more souls will die under my sword."

There was a gleam of light in his eyes as he looked straight at the group of venerables without the slightest fear in his eyes. An air of dominance that looked down upon the world burst out from him.

As if influenced by the aura emanating from Shi Qingyun, many of the disciples and elders of Zhulu calmed down at this moment.

Holding the treasure tightly in his hand, the divine power in his body continued to surge, ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy, and his eyes gradually became sharp.

In just a blink of an eye, a large number of enemies had arrived in front of the formation. As soon as they clashed, a sound like thundering earth was heard.

"Don't surrender yet!"

Those venerables flew out from the crowd one after another and landed in front of many cultivators. The divine power in their bodies was surging, and they all burst out with momentum and pressure towards the group of people from Zhulu Academy.

The purpose is to disrupt the enemy's morale in this way and defeat them without fighting.

The unreserved aura of the venerables surged towards the crowd like an overwhelming tide. The aura burst out by many venerables merged together and turned into a tiger roaring at everyone.

Many of the disciples who were competing for the throne felt like they were a small boat drifting hard in a violent storm, and in this storm there were lurking tigers that could jump out at any time.

The faces of some disciples gradually turned pale, but fortunately this feeling came and went quickly.

Shi Qingyun's body shook slightly, and the divine power in his body flowed out. A dazzling light emanated from the divine ring behind him, shining on every disciple.

This terrifying pressure was blocked at once, and many disciples felt their bodies warm up, and their fighting spirit, which was almost fading, became strong again.

Shi Shi Qingyun's face was hidden under the divine light, which cast a mysterious veil over it. He glanced at those people coldly and said in a cold voice:
"If you want to fight, then fight!"

"Today we will fight to the bitter end and annihilate all of you who are afraid of death."

As the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly fell into stagnation, and then it was like ignited gunpowder ready to explode.

The two sides no longer exchanged many words, and began to use various magic techniques to attack each other, colliding with each other in an instant.

The divine power in Shi Qingyun's body surged rapidly, and strands of black lines instantly swirled around the black sword in his hand, and the power of extreme cold spread outward wantonly.

He tightly grasped the sword in his hand and swung it forward fiercely. A dazzling sword light instantly burst out from the black sword and went straight towards the venerables.

Wherever it passed, the space collapsed and the ice froze. The bone-marrow-penetrating coldness instantly froze the low-level monks standing in the front.

Feeling the fierce attack, the venerables also used their methods to deal with it, and magic spells shot out from their hands.

And Shi Qingyun did not stop after this attack.

The tip of his toes touched the void, and the yin and yang energies surrounded his body. Behind him, there seemed to be a Kunpeng spreading its wings and soaring, and the space collapsed like a mirror.

As divine power surged, strange and profound patterns emerged on his body surface, and a mysterious field emanated from him.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot as quickly as a ghost, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of a venerable.

The cold light in his hand reflected on the face of the venerable who was still in a daze, and the next moment he saw a long sword as dark as the abyss completely occupying his eye sockets. The black sword directly cut through the venerable's body from top to bottom, and the cold air emanating from the sword instantly froze the internal organs that were about to slip out.

Each of the venerables only felt a flash before their eyes, and then they saw a venerable who had just been passing through their path being chopped into two without any ability to fight back.

Shi Qingyun was suspended in mid-air, tightly grasping the black sword in his hand, and swung it in front of him to make a sword flower. He shook off the blood on the black sword, his expression wanton and arrogant.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a snow-white sword appeared in his other hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly at those venerables, his eyes filled with terrifying murderous intent.

Then, looking at the people who had quickly become alert, Shi Qingyun couldn't help but secretly say what a pity it was, but he was already very satisfied to be able to eliminate an enemy before they got serious.

Many venerables also woke up instantly, their hearts filled with regret, even though they had known how fast he was before the battle.

But only after actually fighting did one know how terrifying it was. He killed a person of the same level just in a trance. He couldn't help but feel scared and couldn't let himself be caught again.

Moreover, the strange power emanating from him was also suppressing their strength, and they suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts.

Thinking of this, the divine power of each venerable surged rapidly, and their aura rose rapidly.

Shi Qingyun, who was suspended in the void, only felt divine light flashing around him. When he raised his eyes again, he saw that he was surrounded.

The venerables did not stay for too long. They used various magic techniques in their hands to attack Shi Qingyun in the middle without wasting any divine power. They started fighting in the void.

Although they were numerous, with their strong bodies and the help of Kunpeng's extreme speed, they were able to fight back and forth with these venerables for a while.

The many Zhulu Academy disciples behind him were so shocked when they saw their mountain master kill a venerable in a flash that they could not express in words.

In their world, the Venerable is high above everyone else and is the representative of the absolutely strong. The highest person one can meet is the Venerable.

And now, right before their eyes, a genuine Venerable, a Venerable whose words could decide their life or death, had died.

It turns out that if you are human, you will get hurt and die.

There was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and when he looked at the enemies in front of him, a hint of fiery color gradually appeared in his eyes.

When the female war god saw this, she knew it was a good opportunity to seize the initiative and did not hesitate too much.

He stretched out his white jade hand and wiped into the void, and then four majestic flags flew out from his sleeves.

The divine power in the female war god's body was poured into it crazily, and the flags fluttered in the wind, and were instantly activated, emitting beams of brilliant light.

A formation instantly enveloped this space. Feeling the heaviness and stagnation coming from their bodies, the enemies who were still in shock were instantly awakened.

At this time, Elder Bai and others had already led everyone into the crowd.

The Venerable who was fighting with Shi Qingyun saw this scene and immediately said in his heart that it was not good. He knew that this formation was evil and he would definitely suffer a loss if he fought in it.

They were about to leave the battle circle and destroy the formation, but Shi Qingyun would not let them do as they wished. The white sword in his hand blocked the huge hammer coming from behind.

Following this force, he swept the white sword directly towards the Venerable who was about to leave the battle circle.

I saw the white sword in his hand absorbing the sun's essence and distorting the light under the sunlight, making it look very strange and erratic.

As the tip of the sword passed through the air, a 'hissing' sound was heard, as if it was being burned.

Feeling the crisis of death coming from behind, the Venerable was about to escape towards the Goddess of War and the others when divine power surged out of his body. A weapon that looked like a turtle's back blocked him behind him.

"clang"

The tip of the sword scratched across the shield with runes densely covered in crooked patterns, causing a loud noise that blew Shi Qingyun's sleeves.

The tremendous force was unleashed on it, and the recoil force was self-evident. The white sword danced wildly and twisted under the sunlight.

Even Shi Qingyun felt a tingling sensation in the palms of his hands.

The venerable behind the shield even skipped a beat. Looking at the light coming through the shield, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

I was forced to join the battle.

And Shi Qingyun, who was surrounded by the crowd, had the Tai Chi seal spinning wildly in his eyes, as if he could see through the actions of everyone present.

However, its excessive use also made him feel miserable. He felt his eyes gradually getting warm and spots of blood flowed out of his eyes.

But he couldn't stop. Without the Tai Chi Dao Seal in his eyes, he wouldn't have been able to survive for so long under the siege of so many people.

(End of this chapter)