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Chapter 345 The Boundless Sword of Asura

As I entered the new courtyard, a dry breeze greeted me.

It wasn't the wind, but the airflow generated by the breathing of the bull demon Jin Dasheng.

The enormous structure stood in the center of the courtyard, like a towering, dark tower.

The three-zhang-tall Jin Dasheng was fully armored, and the ground trembled with every step he took.

"Hum!!"

In Jin Dasheng's half-human, half-demon form, the giant axe resembled a short axe. With his bull-like eyes fixed on Chenxiang, who was not even as tall as his calves, he swung the axe.

"Five elements?"

Chenxiang sensed Jin Dasheng's life magnetic field to judge the strength of Jin Dasheng's body, but Chenxiang sensed something else.

Jin Dasheng's life magnetic field seemed to be connected with the Earth's magnetic field, providing him with a continuous source of power.

"The snake demon belongs to the water element..."

"The bull demon belongs to the earth element?"

Chenxiang silently speculated in his heart that among the others, the man in the straw hat should belong to the element of fire, the black man with many hands should belong to the element of wood, and the pig demon should belong to the element of metal.

The five Meishan brothers were being too obvious; it would be difficult for Chenxiang to guess wrong.

Chenxiang leaped high into the air, reaching the same height as Jin Dasheng's ox horns.

The enormous Jin Dasheng's movements appeared somewhat clumsy compared to Chenxiang's, and Chenxiang's sudden appearance in his face startled him.

Chenxiang spread his arms and clamped down on Jin Dasheng's horns, using his strength to twist the bull's head from his waist and forcefully throw Jin Dasheng to the ground.

Jin Dasheng was dumbfounded.

Is Chenxiang born with superhuman strength?

Chen Xiang released the ox horns and wrapped his arms around Jin Dasheng's neck from behind.

"Relax, take a deep breath, it's normal to feel short of breath..." Chen Xiang whispered in Jin Dasheng's ear.

"..."

Jin Dasheng struggled desperately on the ground.

What kind of talk is that child?!
If you're going to fight, then fight! Can't you even give us a moment's rest?
Jin Dasheng felt as if not only his trachea was being strangled by the agarwood, but his head was also being strangled by it.

Jin Dasheng stared wide-eyed, his eyes looking like they were about to be squeezed out.

Chen Xiang released his grip, and Jin Dasheng had already fainted.

"Don't die."

Chenxiang used his power to pat Jin Dasheng's head, and the cellular regeneration restored the brain cells that had died from lack of oxygen.

As a robust bull demon, his heart was still beating strongly, but if Chenxiang didn't help him revive his dead brain cells, he would never wake up again.

Chenxiang began to look forward to seeing who his next opponent would be.

His uncle sent these uncles from afar to play with him, and he had a lot of fun.

Within the demonic mist, Chenxiang's perception of time became blurred.

……

"Old Zhu, be careful. Old Jin and Old Chang have both lost. That kid isn't even hurt." Dai Li reminded Zhu Zizhen, but Zhu Zizhen didn't answer because Chen Xiang had already arrived.

"Boy, take this!!"

Zhu Zizhen thrust his sword forward, but Chen Xiang, without anyone noticing, had already grasped the Qingfeng Sword in his hand and parried Zhu Zizhen's attack.

Upon seeing that it was the Green Edge Sword of his elder brother Erlang Shen, Zhu Zizhen smiled.

Since they both use swords, he has something he wants to show Chenxiang.

"A rainbow of sword energy!!"

Zhu Zizhen was half-human and half-demon, with short arms and legs, but his movements were very agile. The ethereal pig-spirit sword immortal had a great visual impact on Chenxiang.

The sword's edge flew past Chenxiang's head, severing several strands of his hair.

Chenxiang had not yet undergone his coming-of-age ceremony, and his hair was loose. He disliked the topknot hairstyle on his head, thinking it looked too silly.

Chenxiang frowned, and his loose hair turned into a dozen or so pieces of Chenxiang in the wind.

"What?! A movement technique that allows you to move outside your body?"

Chen Xiang not only used his external movement technique, but also used his sword control technique on Zhu Zizhen.

The dozen or so aloes threw all their swords from their hands and charged toward Zhu Zizhen.

"Slow down, slow down!!" Zhu Zizhen also released his longsword and used his sword finger to direct the longsword to clash with Chenxiang's dozen or so swords.

At this moment, Zhu Zizhen was under immense pressure and couldn't help but recall his feelings when he practiced with his elder brother.

Erlang Shen Zhenjun also had similar moves, and Zhu Zizhen not only experienced them but also knew how to use them.

"Sword in hand, soaring like a star!!"

Zhu Zizhen raised his hands and stopped defending. He held the sword above his head and continuously shot out beams of sword energy at Chenxiang.

Chen Xiang's several avatars were accidentally hit by the arrows and dissipated on the spot.

The sword energy that missed its target circled back to Zhu Zizhen and hovered around him. The longer it went on, the more sword energy hovered around Zhu Zizhen.

"Swords that transcend time and space!!"

Thousands of sword energies were unleashed simultaneously, shooting out from all directions toward Chenxiang.

Zhu Zizhen unleashed over a thousand sword energies, but Chen Xiang only needed to counter with a single sword strike.

"Boundless Asura Sword!!"

As the Qingfeng Sword flew out, a thousand sword energies dissipated and were absorbed by the Qingfeng Sword. Its unstoppable momentum chilled Zhu Zizhen to the bone.

Finally, the tip of Chenxiang's sword stopped between Zhu Zizhen's eyebrows.

Chenxiang did not stab him with the sword, but Zhu Zizhen felt as if his head had been pierced by Chenxiang.

There was a chill that penetrated to the very soul, a feeling that this sword would kill one's very soul and spirit.

"I...I lost..."

Zhu Zizhen felt as if he had fallen into an endless hell, and his sword heart seemed to have been shattered by Chenxiang's sword.

Zhu Zizhen collapsed to the ground, completely losing his will to fight.

"..."

A thousand words stuck in his throat. Watching Chenxiang's departing figure, he wanted to say something to her.

Finally, Zhu Zizhen let out a sigh.

"No wonder he's the eldest brother's nephew..."

……

……

The Qingfeng sword trembled incessantly, its clanging never ceasing.

Chenxiang knew that Qingfeng Sword was very excited, but he did not know that Qingfeng Sword had never been so excited before.

Previously, Qingfeng Sword felt that Erlang Shen had only lent it to Chenxiang for temporary use, but now Qingfeng Sword is Chenxiang's sword, and from now on, it will only have Chenxiang as its master.

"Quiet."

Chenxiang placed his palm on the hilt of the Qingfeng sword. The sword no longer emitted a sword chime, but it still trembled occasionally.

Wu Long waited for Chen Xiang in the courtyard. This time, he had two more arms on his back, making a total of four arms, each holding a knife.

“What is this black mist…” Chenxiang noticed a faint black mist floating in the courtyard.

"Of course it's poisonous fog."

Wu Long answered Chen Xiang's question properly, and then spewed out even more black mist from his mouth.

"How are you feeling? Are you having trouble breathing, or are your fingers feeling numb?"

Chenxiang's complexion remained normal.

"Ok?"

Wu Long stared intently at the flow of the poisonous mist and found that there was not a ripple at the mouth and nose of Chen Xiang.

"You're not breathing?"

Chenxiang did not answer.

If you open your mouth to speak, the poisonous mist will definitely enter your mouth.

Although he felt that he would be fine even if he were poisoned, Chenxiang did not want to be careless.

"Let's see how long you can hold it in!!"

Wu Long wielded his four steel swords with impenetrable skill. Chen Xiang kicked Wu Long's arm off, but a new arm grew back in the next moment, allowing Wu Long to continue wielding the swords.

Wu Long's true form is a centipede demon. Not only is he skilled in using poison, but he also has many hands and feet, so losing a few hands is no big deal for him.

(End of this chapter)