Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 640 The Celestial Squad!

"We have a visitor!"

Under Fang Yu's perception, a ball that looked like an iron ball heated to 1,000 degrees Celsius fell into a foam box and appeared very conspicuously within Fang Yu's mental network.

"There's only one, so look after each other!"

After settling his teammates in, Song Tian's figure streaked across the sky like a silver streak, arriving above the Zhongzhou team.

Before the blade even arrived, the sharp intent of the blade had already plowed dozens of fine cracks into the ground.

The moment he landed, the air within a hundred meters solidified, and even the falling dust was cut in two by the invisible blade energy.

"Team Celestials, Song Tian." Song Tian's voice was calm, his gaze sweeping over everyone like a blade before finally settling on Fang Yu. "The Supreme God has determined you to be the strongest. My blade only cuts down the strong."

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow, the tomoe in his Rinne Sharingan slowly rotating. "You're funnier than stand-up comedians who just keep talking about men."

Song Tian lightly pushed the scabbard with his thumb, revealing a sliver of cold light. "Take seven of my blows. If you survive, I will admit defeat."

Before the words were even finished, the blade was already flashing!
Fang Yu instantly conjured the Thunder God Sword, which blocked in front of him!
"Qiang——!"

A deafening clang of metal rang out, sending shockwaves flying and scattering surrounding rocks!
The ground beneath Fang Yu's feet cracked inch by inch, and the electric arcs on Thor's Sword were forced to twist and dissipate by the sword energy!

"Interesting." Fang Yu shook his numb wrist, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "You think you can withstand seven of my sword strikes? You think you can stand still and take a thousand of my palm strikes?"

Song Tian sheathed his sword, his tone indifferent: "Then let's fight to the death!" He raised his eyes, his gaze icy, "The next strike will take half your life."

"Heh." Fang Yu scoffed, "Although my sword is only good for burning, a starved aircraft carrier is still bigger than a horse. I'll show you that the gap in basic stats can't be bridged by skill!"

Just as the two were about to clash, a loud shout suddenly came from afar!
"Fang Yu!"

The clone Zheng Zha's black flames swept in like a tidal wave, leaving the ground scorched and cracked wherever they passed!
"Damn it, another one!"

Zheng Zha gritted his teeth, and his Tiger Soul Blade ignited with a blood-red aura. "Team Leader, leave this guy to us!"

Handing it over to you?

Fang Yu didn't know how to answer Zheng Zha. The difference between the fourth and third tiers wasn't something everyone could bridge with enhancement.

Especially since Zheng Zha hasn't even reached the third rank yet.

Second-order vs. third-order?
Just as Fang Yu was about to provide support, Song Tian's blade was already three inches in front of his neck, but it was blocked by divine protection.

"Your opponent is me," Song Tian said coldly. "Distraction will lead to your death."

Just as Fang Yu was about to use his avatar, Song Tian muttered again, "Fight me with all your might. If you go to save your teammates, then I'll attack your companions. Believe me, you can't stop me."

"Also, I really don't want my opponent to be a babysitter." Song Tian glanced at the Central Continent team members, "A bunch of trash."

Fang Yu's eyes turned cold, and the Thunder God's Sword suddenly erupted!

You'll die before my teammates!

The instant the lightning and sword energy collided, the clone Zheng Zha had already charged into the Central Continent Team's camp!

"It's all your fault, you useless piece of trash! Why did you bring her into this world! Why! Why! Ahhhhh!"

The clone Zheng Zha merely raised his hand slightly, and half of Zheng Zha's face was instantly mangled and bloody!
Zheng Zha hurriedly used his dagger to scrape off the black flames on his face. Zhan Lan immediately used a healing spray on him, revealing the horrifying white bones. As a zombie, Zhan Lan had no appetite; her eyes were only filled with helplessness at the sight of her injured teammate. The clone of Zheng Zha took a step forward, and the intense pressure he exuded caused the newcomers to collectively shrink back!
So this is what the brutal reality of team battles is?
Without Fang Yu standing in front of them, they would be nothing more than meat to be slaughtered!

Suddenly, the precious sword was drawn!

"Cang Langlang!"

Li Yingqi's Heavenly Sword cleaved through the gloom, its golden light surging forth, transforming into a dazzling stream of light that pierced straight into the throat of the clone Zheng Zha!

"The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law!"

As soon as the sword technique was unleashed, the Heavenly Strike Sword suddenly split into twelve golden sword energies, each containing the Xuanyuan Sword Intent personally taught by Yan Chixia, which was incomparably sharp!
The clone Zheng Zha's black flame wings suddenly flapped, and his figure instantly retreated dozens of meters!
"Interesting." He grinned maliciously, and his right fist suddenly burst into black flames as he punched out to meet the incoming sword energy!
"boom--!"

The black flames collided with the sword energy, unleashing a deafening roar!

The golden sword energy was forcefully blasted away, but the remaining sword intent still tore through the protective black flames of the clone Zheng Zha, leaving several deep, bone-revealing wounds on his arm!

"Hmm?" The clone Zheng Zha looked down at the wound, and as the black flames flowed, the injury healed instantly.

He looked up at Li Yingqi, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, "Your sword energy... can hurt me?"

Li Yingqi made a hand seal with her slender fingers, and the Heavenly Sword floated in front of her, its blade humming incessantly.

Her expression turned grave, and she was secretly alarmed.

That sword strike just now contained Yan Chixia's Xuanyuan Sword Technique and the true essence of Emei. Ordinary ghosts would be destroyed upon contact, but this clone only suffered some superficial wounds! And it was healed in an instant. This was the first time she had faced such an enemy.

"Come again!"

Eight golden talismans suddenly appeared around Li Yingqi's body; they were none other than Yan Chixia's trump card, the "Taiyi Exorcising Demon-Slaying Protective Spell!"

As the talisman spun, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered wildly, and the sword light of the Heavenly Strike Sword surged once again!
"Xuanyuan Sword Technique: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!"

"Shuashuashua——"

The Heavenly Sword instantly split into thousands of golden sword shadows, which poured down like a torrential rain!

The rain of swords covered an area of ​​100 meters in radius. Each sword shadow carried the righteous energy of vanquishing evil and destroying demons, completely sealing off all escape routes for the clone Zheng Zha!
"A mere trick!" The clone Zheng Zha laughed wildly, and the black flames around him suddenly transformed into a pillar of fire that shot into the sky!
The resounding clash between the black flame pillar and the Return of Ten Thousand Swords echoed through the sky. The shockwave from the explosion overturned the ground, causing immense damage to Manhattan. The streets, where every inch of land was precious, were completely destroyed, and the Sky Sword was also sent flying hundreds of meters away.

Seeing that his move had failed, Li Yingqi's face paled slightly. He summoned the Heavenly Strike Sword back into his hand and changed his sword technique again!

"Xuanyuan Sword Technique: Sword Transformation into Myriad Forms!"

The countless sword shadows suddenly merged into one, and the Heavenly Strike Sword itself transformed into a golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, carrying an indomitable momentum as it stabbed straight into the heart of the clone Zheng Zha!

This sword strike was the pinnacle of her swordsmanship, a fusion of the essence of Yan Chixia's swordsmanship!
"die!"

The clone Zheng Zha hastily crossed his arms to block, and fleshy wings condensed into a thick shield in front of him!
"boom--!"

The moment the golden beam of light collided with the fleshy wings, a terrifying energy ripple swept out, leveling all the buildings within a radius of a thousand meters!
Amidst the smoke and dust, the clone Zheng Zha was sent flying backward, his arms mangled and bloodied, and his chest pierced by sword energy, leaving a gaping hole the size of a bowl!
"Cough cough." He knelt on one knee, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, but his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Good! Very good! It's been a long time since anyone has been able to hurt me!"

The black flames circulated, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He slowly stood up, and the fleshy wings on his back suddenly stretched to their maximum extent, causing his aura to surge dramatically!
"Now it's my turn!"

(End of this chapter)