Chapter 396: The bloody battle on Zhenling Island (1)
The giggles suddenly stopped, and the beautiful woman's eyes widened, staring at the man in front of her in horror and disbelief.
The handsome man's expression suddenly changed.
The man in green clothes made a hunting sound, his long black hair flying freely, and he held a fiery red spear in his hand, pointing far ahead.
The murderous aura swept across the entire world in just an instant, and the endless cold air spread, making the sea water crackle with ice, and the huge waves solidified like blue mountain peaks standing on the sea.
A chill suddenly rushed up from the backs of the man and woman who were asking for directions. They now knew that the man in front of them was not joking, because they already knew who this man was.
Killer God Yunhu!
The sharp scream tore through the space and echoed over Zhenling Island, warning the people on the island that a powerful enemy was coming.
When they met Zhen Palace, Kunli and Shangxi masters suddenly changed their expressions.
Master Shangxi rushed out of Yuzhen Palace like an arrow, leaving only one sentence: "Gather your troops!"
Above the sea, Li Peicheng's eyes were as cold as sharp swords, staring at Kuang Kong and Zi Chen who had already used the flying sword magic weapon.
Kuang Kong and Li Peicheng didn't know him, but he knew Zi Chen, who was one of the masters who ambushed him two years ago.
Kuang Kong and Zi Chen also stared at the legendary God of Death Yunhu.
They knew that as long as they held Yunhu for a few seconds, he would never have a chance to escape from the sea.
"Kill!" Li Peicheng let out a low roar like a beast in his throat, but the shock made the limbs of the two people behind him go cold.
Li Peicheng brought the Fire Cloud Spear and flew out like a ghost. The Fire Cloud Spear in his hand turned into red light and quickly struck at the vital parts of Zi Chen's chest.
The fire cloud gun shot through the air sharply, making a harsh sound of tearing the air.
In just a moment, the terrifying coercion and murderous aura rushed toward Zi Chen like an overwhelming force. Zi Chen's face suddenly changed, and his eyes showed deep fear, incredible and deep regret, just like the regret of Fairy Miaoyin back then.
He shouldn't think that he has the ability to hold Yun Hu back, and he shouldn't think that he has the ability to block Yun Hu's blow. Facing the killing god Yun Hu, everyone should prepare for the worst!
But now everything is too late, because the fire cloud gun that was once stained by the heroes, like lightning, with a terrifying cold light, dazzling blood red, stabbed towards his chest. It was there in the blink of an eye.
Everything can only depend on whether the Zi Yan Sword that is intertwined with his life can withstand such a fierce blow. Everything can only depend on God's will. Zi Chen gritted his teeth fiercely.
Boom! With a loud noise, the Purple Flame Sword exploded with brilliant purple light against the Fire Cloud Gun, and the sword fragments were densely packed like arrows and shot toward Li Peicheng.
The two had not yet formally confronted each other, but in the middle of the battle, Taoist Priest Zi Chen decisively blew up the Purple Flame Sword that was connected to his mind, trying to block Li Peicheng's powerful and unstoppable shot.
A stream of bright red blood flowed out from the corner of Zi Chen's mouth. The self-explosion of the Zi Yan Sword caused him to suffer severe damage to his soul and injury in just a moment.
The two men and women watching the battle in the distance almost couldn't help but scream in surprise at the same time, their eyes filled with horror.
They had never seen and could not imagine a master duel, and the magic weapon was self-destructed before they met. Moreover, the person who self-destructed the magic weapon was a powerful Nascent Soul monk.
The battle has just begun and is already so brutal!
Cold sweat was pouring down their backs. They thought that if they encountered such a fierce, decisive and life-threatening opponent, they would be seriously injured immediately by the arrows in the sky.
They didn't face Li Peicheng's Fire Cloud Spear, so they didn't know that the power of that shot was extremely terrifying. It wasn't that Zi Chen was fierce and decisive, but if he didn't do this, the Fire Cloud Spear might have penetrated his chest by now.
There was a cold snort in the air, and the Fire Cloud Spear suddenly danced in the air like a giant dragon, bringing up a violent tornado. The tornado rolled up in the air like a bottomless whirlpool that was densely packed like arrows. The sword shavings swept away.
Boom! There was another loud noise, and the purple arrows all over the sky returned to the original path even faster like rain.
The arrows made a roaring sound in the air. The entire space seemed to be riddled with holes from these densely packed arrows.
At this time, Zi Chen had no time to be shocked that his feat of using the self-destruct magic weapon could not stop Li Peicheng at all. He roared angrily, his bones cracked like fried soybeans, and his muscles swelled. In an instant, he seemed to be half a head taller, with wide purple legs. The Taoist robe was fully stuffed and sparkling in the sun. It was obviously a good magic weapon.
At this time, Master Kuang Kong had already lost his previous excitement, and raised his flying sword. It turned into a rain of swords all over the sky. He protected his whole body tightly, fearing that the flying sword shavings would hurt him.
Chi! Chi! Chi! The dense rain of arrows turned into sword shavings pierced the bulging purple robe like sharp needles. The purple robe suddenly deflated like a deflated balloon, and Taoist priest Zi Chen stood tall and tall. The body shrank back to its original size in an instant, and countless thin streams of blood rushed out from the needle-like holes in the purple Taoist robe. It seemed that the Purple Chen Tao had grown into a water tank with bloody water everywhere.
Cang! Cang! Cang! The arrows turned into sword fragments all over the sky hit like a violent storm on the rain of swords transformed by Master Kuang Kong, making a harsh sound of gold and iron.
The sword shavings all over the sky seemed to be hitting the sword rain like a rain of clicks, but in fact, they were like dense dense masses, hitting Kuang Kong's body continuously.
Kuang Kong was in severe pain all over his body, his soul was shaken, and he was in unspeakable pain. In the end, he was no longer able to control the flying sword. With a hiss, the flying sword was finally knocked away.
Kuang Kong was horrified, and then he realized that Yunhu, the God of Death, lived up to his reputation and was extremely powerful.
After the sword shavings filled the sky, a ray of red light with a bit of cold light, like a poisonous snake, suddenly revealed its ferocious teeth from the darkness, spat out a fatal message, and shot towards Zi Chen, who had a pale face and dilated pupils.
The Fire Cloud Spear passed through Zi Chen's chest like a broken bamboo, and then Zi Chen saw that familiar face.
She looked at him calmly, without any emotion, as if he was a dead thing.
In the past, the influx of true energy in the middle stage of Nascent Soul would surge like a mountain torrent in the blink of an eye, but now it has become like a trickling stream flowing into Li Peicheng's body along the Fire Cloud Gun, nourishing his whole body and making him feel indescribable. of comfort.
The Fire Cloud Gun goes out faster and closes up faster.
When the Fire Cloud Gun was retracted like lightning, Zi Chen had also turned into ashes, and there was no trace of it anymore.
The gun turned around at will, and in the blink of an eye it was pointed at Kuang Kong, who was retreating far away with a look of horror on his face.
One face-to-face, just one face-to-face, without any suspense, without any fancy, a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul completely disappeared from this world!
The two people watching the battle in the distance were covered in cold sweat.
Now they understand why Zi Chen is so fierce and decisive, why Yunhu Nanhai is said to be unrivaled in his killing spree, and why he still walked away even though Shangfeng and Kuang Xu arrived together in the end.
Li Peicheng looked at Kuang Kong indifferently, with a contemptuous sneer on his lips.
Kuang Kong's eyes were trembling as he stared at the tip of the spear that shone coldly in the sun. There were still a few dazzling drops of blood hanging on the tip of the spear, which was the blood from Taoist Priest Zi Chen who had just been joking with him.
Cold sweat couldn't stop rolling down Kuang Kong's forehead, and he found that even the courage to turn around and run away seemed to have disappeared.
Devil! This is a truly murderous devil!
Kuang Kong really wanted to shout hysterically and release all the fear in his heart.
"Are you from the Laoshan sect?" Li Peicheng asked coldly.
Kuang Kong nodded unconsciously, and Li Peicheng sneered, his eyes suddenly shot out two cold lights, and with a wave of the Fire Cloud Gun in his hand, he killed Kuang Kong without any doubts.
Kuang Kong was shocked, and finally came to his senses. He opened his mouth and spit out a black light, which was a magic weapon that was like a three-inch iron nail. The magic weapon had a cold and fishy smell, and it was obviously a vicious magic weapon.
As soon as the three-inch iron nail was ejected from the outlet, Kuang Kong's figure quickly flew back like a ghost, without even looking at his magic weapon, as if he already knew that such an attack would be in vain.
Sure enough, Li Peicheng's Fire Cloud Spear remained in power and did not change its attack at all due to the magic weapon issued by Kuang Kong.
Clang! Sparks shot out everywhere. The three-inch iron nail in front of the Fire Cloud Gun was like a mantis using its arm as a chariot. It was knocked away from a distance as soon as it was touched. However, the momentum of the Fire Cloud Gun did not seem to weaken at all, and it was still rushing towards Kuang who was flying back like lightning.
Pierce the chest when he is empty.
Poof! The magic weapon was connected to the master's mind. Kuang Kong, who was retreating suddenly, felt like he was stabbed in the chest. His soul was immediately damaged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out as he couldn't bear it anymore.
The blood turned into blood raindrops and fell into the air. A bit of cold light revealed the sharp tip of the spear, which passed through the blood rain and pierced forward like a shadow.
"The little thief is here to die!" The rolling sound like thunder came from far to near, coming rapidly.
A piercing cold light illuminated the sky above the entire Zhenling Island.
The cold light came straight towards Li Peicheng, and it arrived in the blink of an eye. It was a black iron ruler. The ruler was somewhat similar to the magic weapon used by Fan Yi, the owner of Qingkui Island who died at the hands of Li Peicheng. It was actually made of Wuyun Gold.
It is made. However, compared to Fanyi's Wuyun Ruler, this ruler is obviously much more powerful, both in terms of texture and refining techniques.