You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

Feixiao's body flipped half a circle in the air, then slid back a few steps before finally regaining its footing.

She looked down at her hand holding the axe.

The knuckles were white, and there was a tiny crack at the base of the thumb that was slowly bleeding.

"strong enough."

Jing Yuan walked to Fei Xiao's side and stood there, his gaze falling on Lu Feng.

"Fenfeng, it's not too late for you to stop now."

As he spoke, he raised the Stone Fire Dream Body in his hand.

Lu Feng turned his head to look at Jing Yuan again.

Is Jingyuan crazy? Why should I stop?

Hua also stepped forward and stood between Jingyuan and Feixiao.

Huaiyan and Yaoguang stood on either side of Jingyuan and Feixiao.

They all began to unleash their own divine power.

(This is purely fictional and did not appear in the main story.)

Hua: The Lineage of the Imperial Bow - The Primordial Spirit of the Myriad-Level Imperial Bow

Jingyuan: The Might of the Emperor's Bow - Divine Lord

Flying Clouds: Swiftness of the Emperor's Bow - Flying Yellow

Yao Guang: Eye of the Emperor's Bow - Kalachakra Tenchi Myōō

Huaiyan: The Emperor's Bow - Crimson Flame Golden Eagle

Hua stood at the very front, and the spirit behind her finally fully unfolded its form.

Wan Jun Di Gong Yuan Ling.

It is the embodiment of Hua's hunting authority. As the marshal, Hua's aura is more solid than anyone else's.

Hua raised his sword, the tip pointing directly at Lu Feng.

"Fenfeng, it's not too late for you to stop now."

Lu Feng looked at the enormous aura behind Hua, then looked at Hua again.

Lu Feng simply raised his knife as well, pointing it at Hua and the others.

Upon seeing this, Jingyuan's voice came from Hua's side.

"Marshal, since he has no intention of stopping..."

He paused.

"Then let's fight."

Jing Yuan's Stone Fire Dream Body lit up for a moment, and the silhouette of the Divine Lord began to move behind him.

Feixiao didn't speak. She raised her axe again, and Feihuang crouched low behind her. The sound of the wind was subsiding again.

Yao Guang's figure remained shrouded in the water curtain.

Huaiyan's Crimson Flame Golden Eagle let out a deep cry, and a wave of heat spread out.

Behind them was a group of four watching the show.

"Uncle Yang! Uncle Yang! They're so handsome!"

Xing looked at the five majestic spirits in front of him, then at the baseball bat in his hand, and suddenly it didn't seem so appealing anymore.

"Uncle Yang, I also want a Welling like theirs."

Walter pushed up his glasses, glanced at the stars of March 7th, sighed, and then looked at Danheng.

Yes, Danheng is still the most worry-free; he truly deserves to be the train's guard.

……

Lu Feng's gaze swept over each of the powerful spirits.

"Let's all come at him together."

As soon as Lu Feng finished speaking, Fei Xiao moved.

The axe fell with wind pressure, and Lu Feng turned to the side, blocking it with his blade. The force exploded at the point of impact.

Jing Yuan followed suit, and Shi Huomeng's blade approached from the side.

Lu Feng pushed Fei Xiao aside, then raised his sword to parry. Blades collided, sparks flying.

Huai Yan's attack came from behind; the Crimson Flame Golden Eagle transformed into a burning arc, sweeping past Lu Feng's side.

Lu Feng didn't turn around. He dodged the flames by turning to the side, and at the same time, he shifted his feet slightly and knocked Jing Yuan back with a single strike.

Yao Guang stood at a distance and did not approach, but her divine power was weaving a net, compressing the space where Lu Feng could move.

Hua hasn't made a move yet.

Lu Feng looked at her.

"What are you waiting for?"

Hua didn't speak, but finally moved.

Her sword and the attacks of the Divine Lord, Feihuang, Crimson Flame Golden Eagle, and Kalachakra Heavenly Pheasant King fell simultaneously.

The light exploded at the center of the collision, then slowly dissipated, revealing the figure standing in the center.

Lu Feng stood there, his knife held horizontally in front of him, blocking attacks from five directions without moving an inch.

Lu Feng stood in the fading light.

"interesting."

When the light faded, Lu Feng's figure remained unchanged.

He looked in the direction of Hua and the others.

"Is this... already your full strength?"

No one answered him.

Jing Yuan's fingers, which were gripping Shi Huo Meng's body, tightened slightly.

Feixiao still held the axe in her hand, but her breathing was heavier than before.

Huaiyan stood on the other side, and the light of Weiling was slowly dimming.

It's normal for an elderly person to be physically weak.

Yao Guang didn't move; she remained standing behind Hua, but the curtain of water was churning.

Lu Feng raised his knife again.

He took a step forward and slashed out with a fierce blow.

A bright white blade of light slashed out.

This blade of light covered a larger area than ever before, illuminating the entire sky for a moment before spreading outwards.

Hua thrust his sword forward to meet the blade's edge, the tip of the sword blocking the white light, the force exploding at the point of contact.

However, the aftershocks of this force injured everyone except Hua.

Moreover, one could clearly feel the entire Luofu area trembling violently.

Lu Feng didn't give her any more time to wait.

He stepped forward, the blade slicing past from the side. Hua dodged to the side, his sword tip thrusting back, but the blade parried it.

The two fought, the clash of blades producing short, rapid sounds.

Behind them, Fei Xiao was slowly standing up, blood beginning to trickle from the corner of his mouth, and blood was still seeping from the gash between his thumb and forefinger.

Jing Yuan supported Shi Huo Meng's body with one hand, having also been injured while trying to withstand the spread of Lu Feng's attack.

Huaiyan felt unwell; he was already old, but now he felt 1000 years older.

Yao Guang, being at the very back, was not seriously injured.

With each clash between Hua and Lu Feng and the sword's edge, Luo Fu trembled, the entire immortal ship being shaken by the aftershocks of the battle.

Thanks to the protection of the legendary "Herrscher of Reason," the train crew and others were not harmed.

March 7th's voice came from behind, carrying a tone of genuine concern.

"Uncle Yang... Luofu is shaking so badly."

Walter adjusted his glasses.

"Their combined power is permeating the entire structure. As long as the battle continues, the tremors will not stop, and if they continue fighting... it is very likely... that Luofu will sink."

Hua was forced to take a half step back during another attack.

"Burning Wind, do you intend to fight until Luofu sinks here?"

Lu Feng continued his attack.

"What does the sinking of Luofu have to do with me?"

Seeing this, Hua also went to greet them.

The two collided three more times, each collision heavier than the last, and each aftershock propagating deeper into the structure of Luofu.

March 7th was pushed back two steps by the aftershocks, and Xing gripped the baseball bat tightly beside her.

Dan Heng used his Cloud-Striking Technique to prop himself up on the ground, holding on tightly to prevent himself from being thrown away by the aftershocks.

Huanlong sat upright on the Jianmu tree, watching with great interest the battle between Lu Feng and Hua below.

Hua has already come forward, his sword flashing with the light of a hunter, approaching from the front once again.

Lu Feng deviated by half an inch the moment he approached again in China.

Hua's sword pierced through the gap, its tip grazing the edge of Lu Feng's neck, while his knife slashed back from the other side at the same moment.

Hua reacted quickly, turning to the side to try and dodge, but the angle of the knife was smaller than she had expected.

The blade sliced ​​across her shoulder, leaving a thin, long wound.

(ps: If possible, this is fine.)

(I've been updating 3 or 2 chapters lately, sorry. I'll be resuming 4 chapters next month. I've been stuck on some ideas lately.)