20demayo 641.3 players in a single battle
641.3 players in a single battle
The guards obeyed and left. Ling Fengzhui's eyes, hidden beneath his ghost mask, swept over Xiao Yan and the other two. Instead of immediately making a move, he introduced himself, "I am Ling Fengzhui of the Ling Clan."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan and his companion were somewhat puzzled, as Ling Fengzhui's current politeness seemed rather inappropriate.
Tonight is going to be a bloody battle. In the past, when they encountered members of the Spirit Clan, they usually started fighting as soon as they met. Ling Fengzhui is the "commander" mentioned by the Spirit Guards, so he must be a figure of considerable importance even within the entire Spirit Clan. It is indeed puzzling that he would take the initiative to introduce himself.
"I originally thought that coming to Saint Pill City would be a cleanup trip, but I didn't expect to be able to fight with the two of you. It was a worthwhile trip, especially with you." Then Ling Fengzhui's gaze also fell on Xiao Yan. Anyone could see that it was a gaze that regarded Xiao Yan as a formidable opponent.
Hearing this, Xiao Yan felt a little strange, but Wei Jiangyuan was somewhat dissatisfied with Ling Fengzhui's disregard: "Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to not only hide your true colors but also look down on people!"
"I hope you'll prove to me with your actions later that you deserve my respect." Ling Fengzhui simply shrugged at Wei Jiangyuan. His high regard for Xiao Yan stemmed more from the terrifying Fire Lotus Battle Technique that Xiao Yan had once unleashed, and he certainly didn't mean to deliberately underestimate Wei Jiangyuan.
"I hope we can have a satisfying and unforgettable battle without any regrets," Ling Fengzhui said frankly to the two of them at the end. Then he reminded Haika, who was standing to the side, "That guy over there can leave now. There's no use in you staying here."
Xiao Yan nodded to Haika. He had a premonition that a tough battle was coming, and Haika was very likely to encounter danger here, which was not something Xiao Yan wanted to see.
Seeing this, Haika wisely left, knowing that he could see the power of the Xuanzhong Ruler from a distance.
Even after Haika was far away, Wei Jiangyuan still wanted to use his speed to strike first, but before that, he smiled at Ling Fengzhui and said, "I'll attack your rear!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Jiangyuan's figure suddenly became illusory and blurry, and his signature Heaven-rank movement technique "Shadow Transformation" was activated instantly! There was no earth-shattering momentum, only a slight tremor in space, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.
At the very instant Wei Jiangyuan's figure completely "disappeared," Ling Fengzhui's calm eyes showed no unusual fluctuation. He didn't try to catch the fleeting afterimage's trajectory, nor did he readily believe Wei Jiangyuan's "warning." His right fist, accompanied by a deep, tearing sound, slammed into the right side of his body—a seemingly empty spot, yet precisely the path Wei Jiangyuan's ghostly trail would inevitably take!
Seeing that his surprise attack had been completely seen through by Ling Fengzhui, Wei Jiangyuan was unwilling to fight back. In a high-speed movement at the limit, he relied on his amazing control over his body and the Heavenly Rank Movement Technique to twist his body to the side in a way that was unimaginable to ordinary people.
The force of the punch almost grazed his side, and the afterimage forced to change trajectory did not dissipate but instead slipped closer to Ling Fengzhui like a slippery eel. His palms struck out at Ling Fengzhui's side with an uncanny angle and speed, then withdrew immediately. The technique was profound, not a heavy blow, but a gentle caress, with a barely perceptible spark of emerald green emanating from his fingertips.
After completing the lightning-fast patting and kneading motion, Wei Jiangyuan withdrew without pausing. He knew that his greatest advantage lay in speed, not in direct confrontation. Only a brainless brute like Lei Jingxiao would engage in a head-on clash with someone far stronger than himself, Wei Jiangyuan thought to himself.
Ling Feng looked at Wei Jiangyuan, slightly surprised, and asked, "A Heaven-Rank movement technique?"
"Good eye, too bad it's useless!" Wei Jiangyuan even had a relaxed smile on his lips, as if his scheme had succeeded, before snapping his fingers.
At his command, the tiny green spark near the area where Ling Fengzhui had just been "patted and rubbed" suddenly burst into flames, fueled by the fighting spirit of Ling Fengzhui himself.
Ling Fengzhui glanced at the flames burning on his body, and with a flick of his battle qi, a layer of strange blue-white ice crystals instantly appeared on his body. This layer of crystals was like an indestructible armor, covering the ignited parts, and the extremely cold aura it emitted instantly suppressed and extinguished the flames.
Extreme Cold Crystal Armor!
As the ice crystals appeared, the emerald flames were finally extinguished, and Wei Jiangyuan's miraculous fighting technique that burned the opponent's battle qi had also become ineffective. In this brief exchange, the two used powerful fighting techniques one after another, and neither had gained the upper hand for the time being. However, the smile on Wei Jiangyuan's face did not disappear, because he was different from Ling Fengzhui—he was not fighting alone.
Xiao Yan had also completed the formation of his Emperor Seal Technique during this time. Four light seals overlapped one another, with purple-red flames surging around their edges like angry dragons coiling. He unleashed a thunderous roar, locking onto Ling Fengzhui.
"Well done!"
Ling Fengzhui also clenched his left fist, and thick, dense ice crystals completely covered his fist. Dark black dots appeared in his hand, and black streams of energy swirled and danced around his fist. Even the crystals that enveloped his arm turned blue-black.
Fists clashed, a straightforward clash of fighting techniques!
When the golden flame giant palm and the dark crystal iron fist collided fiercely, the two energy cores exploded, and both of them were forced back several steps in the turbulent energy flow.
Final result: The two were evenly matched in this exchange, with neither gaining the upper hand.
After two exchanges, Xiao Yan had already discerned Ling Fengzhui's strength: an eight-star Dou Zun. Moreover, Ling Fengzhui's methods were extremely comprehensive. Even when Xiao Yan and Wei Jiangyuan launched their combined attacks twice, Ling Fengzhui was forced to parry, but his responses were indeed flawless.
"Haha, they are indeed interesting opponents!" Ling Fengzhui laughed heartily.
Then a large sword appeared in Ling Fengzhui's palm. The sword was entirely black, radiating a cold, eerie light. Its blade was thick and ancient, with sharp lines like a precipice. There were no intricate patterns, yet it exuded a bloodthirsty and ferocious aura. The moment Ling Fengzhui grasped the sword, he emanated an extremely terrifying aura.
Xiao Yan had already realized that the enemy before him was not comparable to those ordinary members of the Spirit Clan who were used to being pampered and dragged their feet in battle.
This must be a strong person who has been tempered through many life-and-death battles!
Such a person would never make any mistakes in battle, and would only be more troublesome when facing opponents of equal strength!