Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 312 Overwhelming Advantage

Seeing the two sides fighting, Song Xian also took action. He put his hands together and cast a second-level medium-grade fire spell, Yang Explosion.

The fire-attributed spiritual power between heaven and earth surged towards him, forming a huge red sphere that smashed towards the spirit ship.

Circles of flames stirred up around the sphere, spreading out like ripples. Outside the spirit ship, a golden swastika symbol ten feet in size condensed and headed towards the red sphere. The two collided, making a deafening sound.

The red sphere cracked into pieces, and raging flames spurted out, turning into fireballs. Under the impact of the dense fireballs, the huge golden swastika symbol gradually melted.

The remaining fireballs shot towards the spirit ship, shaking its defensive light curtain and shattering many runes on it.

This second-level spirit ship had no means of attack and was only protected by a defensive light curtain. At this time, the light curtain had been distorted and looked like it could shatter at any time. Many supporting monks on the spirit ship jumped off it one after another.

Two more beams of light shot out from inside, blocking the front of the spirit ship and confronting Jiang Feng and Song Xian.

Both of them were wearing Yun Xuanzong's clothes. One was tall and the other short. The taller one had only the second level of foundation building cultivation and looked to be about forty years old.

The dwarf had reached the sixth level of foundation building and looked to be in his fifties.

Without any words, Jiang Feng took the initiative. He put his palms together, and a colorful water ball condensed in his palms. Then he pushed with his palms, and the water ball, which was originally the size of a palm, swelled up in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it grew to a size of ten feet, and flew towards the two people.

The dwarf who was at the sixth level of foundation building let out a light shout, and a golden, shining spear condensed in his palm.

Song Xian was also not idle. He put his palms together and condensed layers of fire waves towards the Yun Xuanzong monk who was at the second level of foundation building.

The man's face showed a solemn expression. He was also familiar with the fire wave technique, but when Song Xian used it, the power of the technique was more than doubled than what he had seen before.

Seeing such a huge wave of fire coming, the man crossed his hands, and golden light burst out from his body. Stars of golden light rushed to his head, forming a golden swastika.

When the two collided, the golden swastika symbol burst into dazzling light, blending with the layers of fire waves, and constantly making crackling and explosion-like sounds.

Song Xian didn't want to consume too much spiritual energy, so he just dealt with the other party, so as to avoid Jiang Feng seeing that he didn't put in any effort, which would make it difficult to explain later.

While controlling the fire waves to collide with the opponent's magic, he observed the situation around him.

Those enemy Qi-refining monks who jumped off the spirit ship were now rushing towards their own people. Obviously, they did not want to get involved in the fight between the Foundation Establishment monks and were looking for an easy target.

On the other side, the colorful water ball magic that Jiang Feng displayed had melted the opponent's magic. After the golden shining spear pierced the water ball, it did not break the water ball as expected. Instead, it merged into the colorful water ball and was corroded and melted.

Upon seeing this, the dwarf monk immediately formed seals with his hands, and several golden pillars appeared out of thin air around the water ball. There were a total of six golden pillars, each about ten feet high.

The golden giant pillar surrounded the water ball, locking it tightly like a cage. The next moment, golden light burst out from the top of the golden pillar, and densely packed golden sword blades shot out and pierced the water ball.

Wave after wave of golden sword blades swarmed into the water ball like locusts and melted one after another.

But as the sword blade penetrated more and more, the surface of the water ball began to twist and deform, and finally it shattered with a bang, and a large amount of dark green water jetted out from it. The dark green water jets sprayed onto the six golden pillars, and the pillars were visibly corroded.

Seeing that his magic was broken, Jiang Feng formed seals with his hands again, and a dark cloud several feet in size condensed above his head and floated towards the other party.

When the dwarf monk saw the dark clouds coming towards him, he condensed a huge golden sword in his palm and slashed towards the dark clouds.

Like a sharp knife cutting tofu, the golden giant sword slashed down and directly cut the dark cloud in half.

However, the next moment, the dark cloud that was cut in two came together again and floated above the monk, with a continuous dark green drizzle falling from inside.

The dwarf monk did not dare to delay. He put his hands together and formed a golden round shield around his body to protect himself.

The continuous dark green drizzle fell on the golden round shield without any collision sound, but tiny pits appeared on the golden round shield.

Obviously, this rain is not simple. Like the dark green water column in the colorful water ball just now, it is extremely corrosive, but the external manifestations of the two spells are different.

Dense dark green liquid continued to fall from the dark clouds. It wouldn't be long before the golden defensive round shield condensed around his body would be corroded.

Seeing that the condensed golden giant sword could not destroy the dark cloud, the dwarf monk cast a spell again, and hundreds of dense golden needle-like rays of light shot out from his palms into the dark cloud, instantly smashing the dark cloud, which was several feet in size, into pieces.

After turning into pieces of small clouds, the dark green drizzle no longer fell from the dark clouds.

But even though it turned into tiny fragments, the dark cloud was still overlapping and condensing. Seeing that it was about to condense into a ball again, the dwarf monk gave up attacking the dark cloud and controlled the golden giant sword and dense golden needles towards the caster.

However, Jiang Feng was not in a hurry. He put his hands together, and countless sand and stones flew around, condensing into a stone man more than ten feet in size. He held a huge sword in his left hand and a shield in his right hand.

The stone man held a sword in his left hand and it collided with the golden giant sword, causing a loud bang.

He held the shield in his right hand to block the dense golden needles that were shooting towards him.

Under the continuous attack of the golden needles, the giant shield shattered into several pieces with a snap. The golden needles hit the stone man and pierced a big hole in his chest.

The stone sword in the stone man's left hand was no match for the golden giant sword. The stone sword in his hand broke into two pieces. The golden giant sword chopped down and directly smashed the stone man's head, sending countless stone chips flying.

The next moment, the flying stone chips gathered together again and returned to its head. In the blink of an eye, it was back to normal without even a trace of cracks.

The same was true for the shattered stone sword in his left hand and the shattered shield in his right hand. The shattered stone chips gathered together in his left and right hands, turning into a giant sword and a giant shield.

At this time, the dark clouds above the dwarf monk's head gathered again, and a continuous dark green drizzle fell.

The dwarf monk was already feeling timid. He was only at the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, while the opponent was at the ninth level. He was going up against all odds.

Now that he sees that the opponent's magic and supernatural powers are so formidable, how can he still have the will to fight?

He immediately flashed and fled backwards.

Jiang Feng, however, refused to give in, his escaping light following closely behind him. The two of them, one in front and one behind, quickly traveled hundreds of feet before gradually disappearing from everyone's sight. The surging wave of fire unleashed by Song Xian melted the golden swastika symbol condensed by the tall and thin monk, and the wave of fire was completely consumed.

The tall and thin monk then performed another spell. He put his hands together and steam rose from the soles of his feet. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a surging wave, like a big river, rushing towards him.

Song Xian was not in a hurry to decide the winner with him. He condensed a fire cover magic around his body, and the billowing flames enveloped him like a cover.

The rushing water flow hit the fire cover and swirled around it like a whirlwind. As the wind and water blended together, a large amount of smoke rose up.

As a second-level, mid-grade fire-attribute spell, the power when Song Xian cast it was extraordinary. However, the Fire Flow Shade was a defensive spell and had no active attack capability, so it could only passively withstand the impact of the water waves.

While the two were in a stalemate, Jiang Feng and the short monk had already chased and fled away.

Seeing the two of them escape, Song Xian became even calmer. He was confident that he could deal with a cultivator at the second level of foundation building. What he was mainly afraid of was the cultivator Yun Xuanzong at the sixth level of foundation building.

Now that he has been forced back by Jiang Feng, he is no longer a threat to him.

The disciple of Yun Xuanzong who was at the second level of foundation building thought the same thing. To him, Jiang Feng, a cultivator at the ninth level of foundation building, was a greater threat. Now that he had left, he felt relieved.

At this moment, the Qi-refining monks on both sides have already started fighting, divided into many battle groups, and are fighting together.

Song Xian looked back at the direction of the formation covered by black clouds, but did not see anyone withdrawing.

Logically speaking, after such a long time, the news should have been passed on long ago, but Jin Yuanxing and others have not withdrawn yet, and no one knows what has happened.

As the fire stream and the water waves clashed, the water waves were gradually melted and swallowed by the flames.

Song Xian clasped his hands together and muttered something. Between his palms, flames rose up like fireflies. Dense flames flew into the air. The next moment, the flames suddenly expanded and turned into blazing fireballs, each of which was five or six feet in size.

Dozens of fireballs were densely spread in the air, and the raging flames enveloped the entire sky and earth. The area within a hundred feet radius instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The tall and thin monk frowned immediately when he saw this scene. Just by looking at the situation, he knew that the power of this magic was definitely not small.

Song Xian let out a light shout, and huge fireballs in the air shot towards the other party like tigers pouncing on their prey.

The flames instantly covered the entire sky. Wherever they passed, it seemed as if space was burned through. All that could be seen was a sea of ​​flames.

Dozens of fireballs with long flaming tails looked like shooting stars.

This is a second-level, top-grade fire magic, Flame Meteor. It is the highest-level fire magic he has mastered in recent years, and he has already cultivated it to the stage of great success.

Under Song Xian's observation with his true eyes, each fireball had an attack power of 55 points. There were a total of 20 fireballs, with an overall attack power of 1,100 points.

As early as when the fireball flew like a meteor, the monk Yun Xuanzong had already flown back. At the same time, he formed seals with his hands, and water flowed around his body, forming a huge circular water shield to protect himself inside.

After completing the spell, he took out a dark green talisman in his hand. Spiritual power poured into it, and the talisman instantly shone brightly, forming a dark green barrier outside the circular shield of the water.

Even so, he was still worried, so he formed seals with his hands again, steam rose from the bottom of his feet, and he used the second-level low-grade water-attribute spell, the Great Wave Technique.

As soon as the huge waves condensed, the overwhelming fireball came close and collided with the rushing waves.

Although water-attribute spells restrain fire-attribute spells, one is a second-level low-grade spell, and the other is a second-level high-grade spell, and it is a second-level high-grade spell that has been enhanced by Song Xian.

The Great Wave Technique was naturally defeated. After consuming three fireballs, the rushing waves were also melted by the flames.

Upon seeing this scene, Monk Yun Xuanzong's expression changed. His Great Wave Technique had been cultivated to the great perfection stage and was considered his more impressive technique. He did not expect that it only consumed three fireballs.

This is still the case when the attributes counteract each other. If it is a second-level low-grade spell of other attributes, it will be even worse.

Obviously, he still underestimated the power of this flaming meteor. After all, he did not have the eyes of true observation like Song Xian, which could accurately observe the specific data.

Seeing that the Great Wave Technique was melted by the flames, and the fireballs hit the dark green barrier one after another, burning through the barrier bit by bit, the man immediately put his hands together, cast the Great Wave Technique again, and rushed towards the fireballs.

The man here was busy dealing with the attack of the flaming meteor, but Song Xian was strolling leisurely in the garden. He was not in a hurry to take action. He just watched quietly as the flaming meteor collided with the opponent's magic.

Under the observation of his true eyes, everything is under his control.

The opponent's big wave technique had an attack power of only 100 points, which was equivalent to the power of two fireballs. However, due to the conflicting attributes, three fireballs were annihilated in one wave.

The dark green barrier is a second-grade medium-grade talisman with wood attribute, and its defense power reaches 180 points. Wood and fire complement each other and restrain each other, so it is equivalent to the power of four fireballs.

That circular water shield is a second-level medium-grade water-attributed spell, but it has not yet been cultivated to the full perfection stage, so its defense power is only 180 points. Taking into account the attribute restraint, it is equivalent to the power of six fireballs.

These three spells combined are no match for the flaming meteor, and Monk Yun Xuanzong is at the second level of foundation building, with less than 850 spiritual power points. He is a monk with three spiritual roots, possessing spiritual roots of earth, water, and gold.

Each cast of a second-level low-grade spell requires thirty points of spiritual power. So far, he has consumed two hundred and five points of spiritual power.

By this calculation, Song Xian only needs to cast the Fire Meteor three times to exhaust the opponent's spiritual power, and each time he casts this technique, he only needs 75 points of spiritual power.

Even if it is used five times, less than 400 points of spiritual power will be enough.

So he doesn't need to be anxious at all, he can kill the opponent by slowly grinding him down.

Fights between cultivators rarely result in a fatal blow. Usually, they require long-term consumption and tug-of-war before the winner is determined. After all, after so many years of practice, no one is just there to eat and do nothing. Even if they don't master powerful spells and magical powers, they can still hold on for a while with just the huge spiritual power in their bodies.

After Monk Yun Xuanzong cast the Great Wave again, he destroyed several more fireballs. He saw that many fireballs were annihilated one by one under the opponent's magic.

Song Xian was just about to continue using Fire Meteor to consume the opponent, when at this moment, several beams of light emerged from the formation covered by dark clouds. They were none other than Jin Yuanxing and Kong Zhenqing.

(End of this chapter)