Chapter 487: It doesn’t matter if the method is old, as long as it works

Eight divine weapons, three human figures, a giant beast, and a vast army of undead creatures, all became a chaotic battle in just a few minutes.

Theoretically speaking, when faced with such an overwhelming difference in numbers, even top-tier geniuses like Lu Wenwu and Xiaobao, who are able to fight across levels, would find it difficult to hold on for long.

There's nothing wrong with fighting against opponents of higher levels.

There's nothing wrong with fighting against opponents of higher levels.

But what if the other party’s average cultivation level is higher than yours, and they also have a huge advantage in numbers?

Then we can only do our best to maneuver in the chaos of enemy coordination.

If these divine weapons had not already developed many cracks in the battles that had lasted for thousands of years and had not been united when joining forces against the enemy, the battle would have become one-sided in a short time.

As the battle progressed, the battlefield was quickly divided into two.

Zhao Changhe and Gris, who cooperated well but were afraid of Xiaobao's unparalleled power, found Lu Wenwu and cooperated with the Sky-Splitting Sword to surround and kill him.

On the other side, Xiao Bao fought alone against the Tianxuan Treasure Tripod, which was headed by a Half-Step Heavenly Man level cultivator, and the other six divine weapons. He relied on the powerful power of Geng and Xin to resist the enemy, and relied on the laws of wind and thunder to quickly maneuver in the enemy formation.

The battlefield was divided, seemingly to annihilate them separately, which was a weakening of Lu Wenwu and Xiaobao.

In fact, this made them more powerful, and they began to attack without any scruples, and their lethality increased instead of decreased.

As the successor of the White Tiger Lord, Xiaobao naturally has a strong suppressive power over divine weapons.

The only means it possesses besides speed is ultimate attack, and the almost extreme added value makes its damage extremely terrifying.

This is what gives it the upper hand when facing divine weapons.

It consumes a lot of energy at one time and has sufficient attack power.

Often, just a few attacks are enough to create cracks and damage on a certain divine weapon. It is not like Lu Wenwu who would fight against the opponent to see who has better recovery ability.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the opponent Lu Wenwu faced was also in his comfort zone.

Sword cultivators also follow the path of extreme attack?

I'm sorry, my physical defense is unparalleled, and my recovery ability is comparable to being reborn by a drop of blood.

A fragile assassin with high recovery ability!

As for the undead god Gris?

Scrape, you can scrape anything.

What Lu Wenwu fears least is round-the-clock battles and large-scale battlefields.

As long as they are not boring sandbags, the more people come, the more excited he becomes!

"Why are you hiding? Aren't you a sword cultivator?"

Lu Wenwu roared with a fierce smile, blood flowing from the wounds on his body that were stained with the laws, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-colored clothes.

His feet crushed the ground beneath his feet one after another, and he rushed forward like a chariot.

Black flames burned on the powerful body made of copper and iron. It crashed through thirteen walls of bones in succession, and the Great Sun Fist went straight to Zhao Changhe's head.

"Come on! Is this all you can do? Let your Fifth Grandfather see the purity of the Ascension Sword Cultivator!"

"How dare you insult me, you little brat!"

Zhao Changhe wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, tapped the air with his toes, and six-sided ice flowers condensed on the frost blade, flashing continuously as if unreal.

His condition was not very good at this time. Even though he had taken the pill, his comminuted left arm bone showed no signs of improvement.

The pervasive powerful energy and black flames almost burned his flesh and blood dry, and only the ice attribute law could suppress it.

It is difficult to recover in a short period of time.

He was at a disadvantage in the battle against Lu Wenwu.

It is true that sword cultivators are unparalleled in killing, but at the same time, because they only practice swordsmanship and ignore other things, their physical defense is not high.

Lu Wenwu saw this point clearly, and when he saw Zhao Changhe stabbing at him with a sword, he didn't even try to dodge, but directly exchanged injuries with the opponent.

If the natal spirit sword in his hand was not an ordinary object, and his ability to comprehend the power of space had not increased dramatically during this period, he would have been swallowed up by the great magic of devouring gods.

“You’re just in time!”

A muffled thunder rolled out of Lu Wenwu's throat, and the blazing fist wind from the Great Sun Overlord Fist burned all the undead creatures that tried to approach.

"break!"

He threw a punch, and the exploding ice and snow penetrated his shoulder blade. The ice crystals exploded with silver light on his twisted muscles, but after a moment only a tiny trace of blood was left.

"Hehehe, what a hard body! I like you more and more."

Gris stood behind the Frost Bone Dragon, holding the skull staff high in his withered palm, and tearing nine magic scrolls in one breath with his other bone claw to form a nested light film shield around him.

In an instant, a long, black river tinged with blood suddenly surged across the ground. Amidst the wailing of thousands of resentful spirits, ten skeletons shining with black and gold colors surged upwards.

Scarlet soul fire burns in the eye sockets of each of them, and the aura emanating from their bodies is that of a first-level god!

"If I could turn your body into an undead creature, my soul would tremble with excitement just thinking about it!"

"kill!"

A hoarse roar erupted from Gris's dry throat.

Hundreds of black-gold skeletons formed a mysterious battle formation and rushed towards Lu Wenwu.

These skeletons seemed to be condensed into a whole, and the aura they emitted had reached the peak of the second stage of ascension, not much inferior to his original body.

The sound waves released by Li Xiao also turned into an almost materialized skeleton at this time, suddenly appearing above Lu Wenwu's head.

This was an extremely clever curse that weakened strength. The blood and energy that erupted from Lu Wenwu's body was actually forcibly suppressed by this skull.

"Gutter rat!"

With a sinister laugh, Lu Wenwu walked on the sky and his figure flashed behind Gris in an instant.

With a sudden punch, the seven-layer light shield shattered and was torn apart like fragile paper, only blocking the bloody iron fist for less than a second.

These are magic scrolls of the god-level, and each one is extremely precious!

This level of proficiency in spatial power, damn it!

Zhao Changhe's pupils flashed with ice-blue lines. Holding the Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand, he instantly teleported to the side behind Gris and delivered a sword at the moment the last layer of shield exploded.

The vibrating space blade cut through the skin with a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound, but when the sword tip touched the bone of the iron fist, it was repelled and caused a mouthful of blood to flow out.

What the hell level of monster is this!

Zhao Changhe felt bitter in his heart and his scalp was numb.

Lu Wenwu's backhand elbow directly broke three of his ribs. The blood mist that spurted out froze into scarlet ice crystals before it hit the ground, and was then burned into nothingness by the scorching breath of the Purgatory Dragon.

If he hadn't avoided some of the force in time with the Sky-Splitting Sword, this elbow to the heart might have even directly shattered his heart meridian!

And what about the other party!

The spatial slash released by his magic weapon did not even break the opponent's hand bones, but only broke the opponent's skin defense.

What's the use of this!

With the opponent's recovery ability, such a superficial wound can be quickly healed in less than a breath.

Could it be that only the Dao injuries caused by my own activation of the Law of Ice could leave scars that are difficult to repair in a short period of time?

Is it that my grasp of the laws of space is not thorough enough, or is it that the Sky-Splitting Sword is not fully cooperating with me?

Zhao Changhe had a lot of thoughts in that moment, thinking about the current solution.

If it really doesn't work, he can only use the Sky-Splitting Sword to tear a hole in the opponent's physical defense, and then use his own spiritual sword to attack his vital points to cause real fatal injuries.

"Ten Thousand Souls Devouring the Heart!"

Gris had no idea that his sullen partner had thought about so many things in such an extremely short period of time.

Now, in its eyes, there was only the desire for Lu Wenwu's body and the heartache for the depletion of its own resources.

The necromancy staff was thrust into the ground, and ghostly green flames appeared from the ground within a radius of several kilometers.

The earth suddenly turned into a sticky swamp, and the battle formation composed of black and gold skeletons roaming in it was not affected at all.

He instantly flashed back behind Gris, protected him again, and directly gave up the order to attack.

One after another, the magic ornaments were lit up, and a full eighteen light film shields reappeared on Gris's body.

Each one is thicker and shinier than the previous!

This is the correct way to open the magician.

With a huge number of magic scrolls and magic props, every battle is a competition of financial resources.

This is the case with ordinary magicians, let alone the lich and undead wizard who acts without scruples and has lived for who knows how many years.

His almost eternal life allowed him to accumulate countless means and wealth over the years.

Up to now in the battle, Lu Wenwu has penetrated hundreds of his defenses and attacked him more than a dozen times, but failed to cause any harm to him.

As the spell was chanted, countless zombies with broken flesh and blood stretched out their hands from the swamp and reached out to the target trapped in it.

"In a battle of this magnitude, are you still trying to mislead with words? Haha."

Lu Wenwu, whose feet were stuck deep in the quagmire of the undead realm, sneered. Blue blood vessels bulged under his skin, blood circulated rapidly, and the muscles all over his body swelled in an instant.

"rise!"

When the zombie's claws covered in flesh and blood grabbed his ankle, a huge force burst out from Lu Wenwu's body.

In an instant, the entire ground was uprooted, and the zombies, whose bodies were as hard and strong as divine weapons, were shattered into clumps of bone fragments in the splashing mud.

In the face of absolute power, any tactics are useless!

Taking advantage of the fact that Gris temporarily delayed Lu Wenwu for a moment, Zhao Changhe looked solemn.

The Sky-Splitting Sword in his left hand continuously slashed out sword intent into the air, sending one spatial force after another directly into the spatial barrier to create spatial turbulence, completely blocking this area of ​​space.

During the collision, he had already discovered that the other party's spatial attainments were superior to his. After disrupting the space, both sides were unable to use the power of space to teleport.

This behavior is obviously more beneficial to him.

Zhao Changhe had only been exposed to the law of time for too short a time, and was unable to fully utilize short-distance space teleportation to fight.

It is far less skillful than Lu Wenwu's spatial flashing.

In this case, it is better to ban it and neither side should use it!

"Sealed space?"

There was a hint of teasing in Lu Wenwu's eyes, and his smile was meaningful.

Zhao Changhe didn't care about it. Between the azure ice flows on his body, he put on an ice armor shining with strange runes, and shook out the thirty-six layers of ice sword energy from the natal sword in his hand.

At the same time, the Sky-Splitting Sword, which had consciousness, suddenly appeared in front of Lu Wenwu and stabbed straight into his heart.

"laugh!"

Zhao Changhe could hardly believe his eyes. The silver-white sword was like a hot knife cutting into butter.

It pierced through the red-gold dragon scales with almost no hindrance, piercing Lu Wenwu's body through.

The terrifying penetrating wound caused by the sword intent and spatial fluctuations revealed the golden heart inside the chest cavity that was emitting bursts of thundering sounds.

Large gusts of blood were squeezed out with the beating of the heart.

The originally powerful energy and blood in Lu Wenwu's body was like a deflated balloon, plummeting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his life breath dropped sharply.

At the same time, unparalleled spatial power emerged from the Sky-Splitting and Heaven-Slaying Sword, nailing Lu Wenwu to the spot like a nail, anchoring him in that space and making him unable to move.

It worked!

A look of joy appeared on Zhao Changhe's face as he stepped on a meteor and rushed forward. His whole body seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, merging into one with his own natal spirit sword.

Man and sword become one!

Before the sword arrived, the icy and cold sword energy was like a steel knife, colliding with the iron tower-like figure, making a clanging roar.

This time, a decisive kill!

See how you hide!

Madness flashed in Zhao Changhe's blurred eyes. He bit his tongue and spurted out a stream of blood. The power of his sword moves suddenly increased three times, and it seemed as if the space was frozen!

"die!"

"You deserve to die."

Lu Wenwu, who should have been severely injured, roared loudly, and his aura, which had fallen to the bottom of the valley, rebounded rapidly, even becoming several times stronger than before.

As the flesh and blood of the wound squirmed, the Sky-Splitting Sword that had pierced the body seemed to be frightened and trembled as it was pulled out quickly, actively releasing the spatial confinement. In a flash, it moved away in a panic, as if avoiding some terrible plague.

The bloody fist pierced through the solidified space ripples, and the blade-like fist force tore through several defensive magics hastily released by Gris with the magic scroll, and also shattered the ice-blue armor helmet on Zhao Changhe's head.

His spiritual consciousness "saw" the punch.

But it didn't work.

Zhao Changhe watched helplessly as the punch, shining with thunder and covered in black flames, easily broke through all restrictions and blockades, erupting with a terrifying force that was ten times stronger than before, slowly magnifying in his perception.

It's like a mountain pressing down on you.

Magical power: moving mountains and filling the sea!

Pure power!

Its only function is to increase the user's strength in a short period of time.

Simple, unpretentious, but effective.

When the fist hit Zhao Changhe's ear, a loud explosion that shook the earth and sky exploded.

The vortex-shaped fist force burst out and directly collapsed half of Wuling Mountain.

Zhao Changhe suddenly felt eternal tranquility.

All the sounds in the world disappeared in his ears, leaving only silence.

"boom!"

The terrifying punch, powerful enough to burst the eardrums, splattered red and white sticky blood plasma.

Zhao Changhe, a swordsman at the peak of the second stage of the Ascension God Realm, died.

(End of this chapter)