Chapter 965: Shining Light Purifies the Dust
After the helmet visor fell off, Yuwen Yuanqi's face underneath was revealed.
After seeing it, Chen Chuan's eyes couldn't help but focus. That was not the face of a normal person, but a densely tangled ball of flesh whiskers, with two bloodshot eyes perched on it, staring at him.
The knife that chopped into the head severed many of the tentacles, but the broken tentacles were struggling and squirming, as if trying to stick together again. Some of them had already bypassed the blade and successfully connected back. At this moment, a tiny spiritual fire was flickering on each tentacle, and it was constantly dissolving with the spiritual light on the knife. This should be the source of the resistance encountered by the knife just now.
At this time, several "bang, bang, bang" sounds were heard, and the ropes that bound Yuwen Yuanqi broke one by one under the heavy weight. There was not much strength that Xu Mutang could squeeze out, and he could only hold on for a short time.
Chen Chuan felt that it was enough. If he couldn't seize this opportunity, he would have no chance of defeating this person in the future.
Looking at the Xuejun Sword that was wrapped by the tentacles and gradually sank into them, he had no intention of withdrawing it. Instead, he stared deeply at it. In an instant, an extremely dazzling light suddenly emitted from the blade and exploded in the opposite person's brain!
Great Bright Light Style!
With a loud bang, at that moment, it was like dry wood being ignited by fire. Yuwen Yuanqi, who had originally had no big reaction when his head was hit by a knife, suddenly let out a loud howl of pain.
This was not coming from his mouth, but it seemed that all the tentacles that made up his body were screaming. This sound was not only transmitted on the material level, but also manifested on the spiritual level. Together with the sound waves, it formed an almost tangible shock wave. Even the spiritual fire on Chen Chuan's body was floating in waves, as if it would be extinguished at any time.
Xu Mutang, who was far away, did not have much strength to protect himself. Under such an impact, he almost lost consciousness immediately.
Yuwen Yuanqi let go of the long hammer with a scream, raised his hands and grabbed the Xuejun Sword. The spiritual fire in his body ignited like a flame, turning into a blazing stream of light, which rushed madly along his arms to the blade, and lifted it up little by little, as if trying to drive it out of his body.
Chen Chuan felt the power coming from his arms, and he pressed down with both hands holding the hilt of the knife. At the same time, a light seemed to flash in his eyes. At this moment, his body and the spirit image above him were radiating light together, bathing the entire mountain top in this dazzling light.
When illuminated by this light, not only did Yuwen Yuanqi himself let out a louder scream, but even the figure of the golden-armored god above him became vague, and it was obvious that he was also affected.
After Chen Chuan saw this, the spirit above took advantage of the situation and swung his mace. The golden-armored general reluctantly raised his long hammer to block it, but at this time a long sword suddenly appeared in the former's other hand, and he chopped it on his waist and ribs.
The golden-armored general was hit so hard that his body tilted, and golden fire flew on his armor. The spiritual image took advantage of the situation and continued to chop at the gap with his long sword, causing the spiritual fire there to quickly dissipate. Seeing the flaw, the golden-armored general quickly turned his long hammer to block it, but the long mace on the other side took advantage of the opportunity to poke him in the face. Then, with a sudden force, he pushed his body outward, and while he was unstable, he used his sword and mace to block the long hammer and push it outward, swinging it away, and then smashed it down together!
With a bang, spiritual fire fell like rain, and the golden-armored general was hit hard in the chest and face. His body became crooked and leaned back. On the other side, the spiritual figure gathered his strength for a moment, twisted his body, and the sword and mace in his hand turned like the wind, swinging it repeatedly at the opponent. Every blow was a burst of fire and made a dull sound like thunder.
After being hit hard for more than ten times, not only was the spiritual fire on the golden armor destroyed, but the golden armor on his body also shattered into pieces wherever it was hit.
Upon seeing this, Chen Chuanling threw the long sword in his hand upwards, raised his elbow to hold the hilt, and rushed forward in a flash. He stabbed the sword at the collarbone of the golden-armored general. Because the spiritual fire had lost its protection there, the blade instantly penetrated his body, and the tip of the sword came out diagonally from the back of his waist. Then, without trying to pull it out, he held the long mace with both hands, swung it high, and smashed it on the general's head!
With a loud bang, the sound of this attack could be said to be resounding in all directions. The head of the golden-armored god, which had already lost most of the protection of the spiritual fire, was suddenly blown up. His huge body suddenly became illusory. After shaking a few times, with a loud bang, it instantly collapsed into countless mists and scattered in all directions.
The dispersion of the golden-armored general also had a considerable impact on his body. As a result, the golden flame on Yuwen Yuanqi's body was like a candle in the wind, swaying unsteadily.
Chen Chuan suddenly felt that the resistance of the blade had decreased a little, and as this resistance decreased, he leaned forward and used the blade to firmly suppress the man.
Without the obstruction of the golden-armored general, the spirit image above him once again raised the huge mace and struck down at Yuwen Yuanqi below. The mace hit his head with a bang. Under the huge force, Yuwen Yuanqi could not help but kneel down. His knees collided with the ground, creating a cloud of dust and a shallow pit.
However, the spiritual light on his body was extremely strong, and most of it was gathered at the top. Even with such a powerful blow, it did not dissipate.
But the attacks from above did not stop because of this. Lingxiang was no longer blocked and could release himself without any worries. The giant sword and mace fell down one after another, hitting him continuously.
This time, Yuwen Yuanqi could hardly bear it because of the internal interference of the Great Bright Light. The spiritual fire he gathered always had to fill the gaps melted by the light, which was equivalent to being attacked from both inside and outside at the same time.
Under the repeated bombardment and destruction of the attack from above, a flaw was finally torn open, and the long mace smashed at that place without mercy.
Yuwen Yuanqi's entire head was smashed to pieces without any suspense, and the shattered flesh and whiskers were scattered all over the ground. The Xuejun Sword was even embedded in his chest by the impact of the long mace, but even at this time, his hands were still tightly grasping the blade of the Xuejun Sword, and he just didn't fall down. The spiritual flames on his body were still surging up in waves, trying to fill the gap and resist the force bombarding from above.
Chen Chuanci had already noticed that the opponent seemed to be made up of flesh whiskers all over his body, but the thickness and length were different. In this case, there was no difference between his head and other limbs, so there was no fatal part.
And as long as there is its armor, it can effectively block the impact of the Great Ming Light. It is like hitting a hard shell with a giant hammer. Even if it is effective, it is difficult to cause fatal damage to it in a short time.
After realizing this, an idea flashed through his mind, and he immediately took a step back, dragging the Xuejun Knife along with him. Because Yuwen Yuanqi was holding the knife with both hands and was kneeling there at the moment, the sudden change in force made his center of gravity unstable, and he was dragged forward and fell on the slightly inclined pit wall.
At this moment, the long mace fell down at the right time and smashed hard into the broken ground below, causing the spiritual light on his back to scatter and sway.
Chen Chuan gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, put it at his waist, and adjusted the tip of the knife slightly, aiming it at the wound on Yuwen Yuanqi's head. He stepped forward, exerted all his strength with both arms, and stabbed forward!
"laugh……"
The knife went straight into Yuwen Yuanqi's body from deep inside his neck. At this moment, he let out a low shout, and the platinum-colored fireworks rose high, which simultaneously detonated the power of the "Great Blue Sky Style" and the "Great Bright Light Style" on Xuejun's knife!
boom!
All the flesh whiskers on Yuwen Yuanqi's body let out even more tragic howls. The two kinds of bright light and force field that exploded from inside made his body expand outward like an inflatable. Tiny cracks appeared on his armor, and a trace of light like molten gold emanated from it.
At this moment, a wisp of light mist like gauze emerged from the body, circled, and quickly flew away from here, breaking through a cloud of dust, rushing to the hall on the other side, and fell into a lacquer box placed on the long table.
And it seemed that because of the lack of this thing, the spiritual fire in Yuwen Yuanqi's body dissipated completely in an instant. He could no longer withstand the explosion of internal power. With a bang, his whole body exploded on the spot, instantly bursting into countless pieces of flesh and blood.
But the armor was indeed strong, and it was able to maintain at least its integrity under this impact. However, without the support of the body inside, various parts of the armor were scattered all over the ground.
However, those exploded and broken flesh whiskers were still twisting there, as if trying to merge back together again. However, they were obviously very weak under the bright light. They only squirmed for a while and then turned charred black, and then completely turned into a pool of charred ashes.
Chen Chuan slowly withdrew the knife from the armor, the blade spine making a sizzling sound as it rubbed against the armor. After withdrawing it, he stood up, reached out and brushed the blade, and adjusted his breathing.
After standing for a while, he glanced at the ashes on the ground, and guessed in his heart that Yuwen Yuanqi's original realm should be one level higher than Changsheng Temple, so that he could emit such abundant and inexhaustible spiritual fire purely by relying on his body.
However, without sufficient mental strength, it is impossible to truly trigger the power deposited underneath, just like if the muscles are not strong enough, you naturally cannot lift a heavy enough object. It is considered good enough to be able to shake it a few times.
However strong the body is, without the protection of spiritual fire, it is just a loose organization, like an undefended fortress, with almost no protection ability.
However, the battle seemed not to be over yet. He glanced in the direction of the hall, raised his hand and waved it, putting the long hammer and the armor aside, then walked towards there.
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(End of this chapter)
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