Chapter 812 Can You Stop Me?
There is an open space not far away.
Fan Jue stood calmly on the blood dragon, looking at Luo Li who was standing alone in front of him with interest. He raised his eyebrows and found it very interesting.
"Luo Li, do you think that you, a Soul Emperor, can stop me?"
Luo Li held the sword and took a pill, his momentum rising steadily, "Why can't I?"
Fan Jue saw that her level had stopped at Eight-Star Honored Emperor. "Interesting! How long can a mortal body like yours withstand the side effects of this elixir?"
"Enough to last until you die."
Luo Li lightly tapped the ground with the tip of her sword, and the spiritual energy around her body boiled like rippling blue waves.
Her silver armor reflected a cold light, and her eyes were as firm as a rock.
Fan Jue sneered, the blood dragon flapped its wings, a strong wind arose, and black air swirled around him. His figure suddenly rose up like a sharp blade in the night.
Luo Li's body spun lightly, the sword light was like a woven net, and each strike carried the force of thunder, colliding with Fan Jue's attack to produce brilliant sparks.
As the sword shadows intertwined, Luo Li's figure danced like a butterfly, her silver armor gleaming in the moonlight, reflecting her cold and resolute face.
The blood dragon of Brahma was entangled, the dragon roar was deafening, and the black air was as black as ink, covering the sky and the sun.
He attacked like a tide, each punch carrying wind and thunder, attempting to crush Luo Li with absolute strength.
Luo Li, however, used her ingenuity to break the force, with the tip of her sword moving between millimeters, occasionally rubbing against the blood dragon's scales, sparks flying, and the air was filled with the crisp sound of metal clashing. The battle was so fierce that it seemed to tear the world apart.
Fan Jue narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the tower pattern between Luo Li's eyebrows, and sneered: "You are more resourceful than I thought."
This power, which he found unknown, was actually protecting her vital parts.
Luo Li's knuckles felt slightly numb, but with the external force of the Tower of Gods protecting her, the Brahma Sutra couldn't kill her, so what did she have to fear?
She curled her lips coldly, "I'm much stronger than you think."
Fan Jue sneered, and his figure flashed, appearing behind Luo Li like a ghost, and a dark energy ball condensed in his palm, intending to give Luo Li a fatal blow.
Luo Li turned quickly, the sword flashing like a weave, narrowly avoiding it, and the tip of the sword drew a deep groove on the ground.
Amidst the flying dust, her eyes were as cold as ice. She tapped the ground lightly with her toes and retreated rapidly, putting some distance between herself and Fan Jue.
In the air, the energy fluctuations have not subsided, and the figures of the two people are intertwined in the afterimages.
The dust gradually dissipated. Luo Li stood in the distance, her clothes rustling in the wind. The long sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, reflecting her resolute and unyielding face.
Fan Jue pressed forward step by step, and the dark energy around him surged like a tide, seeming to stir up the space every time.
His eyes were sinister, and suddenly, his palms flew, and several beams of energy shot out from the air, like meteors in the dark night, cutting through the sky and pointing directly at Luo Li's vital points.
Luo Li's figure was agile, and her sword danced like a dragon. Every time she swung her sword, there was a sharp sound of wind, which defeated the light beams one by one. The sword light collided with the energy, and dazzling sparks burst out, illuminating the world shrouded in battle.
She pulled back suddenly, the taste of blood rising into her throat.
Fan Jue sneered, "How long can this withered lamp of yours burn?"
Luo Li's face was pale, but she took a deep breath, tapped the ground with her toes, and jumped up with the force. The tip of the sword drew a cold light in the air.
"I told you, you can't get over me."
Fan Jue snorted coldly, and the dark energy around him condensed into a shield, instantly deflecting Luo Li's sword.
The two men crossed each other, and Luo Li stumbled when he landed, almost falling, but he still held the sword tightly in his hand, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly.
The air around them was distorted by the fierce confrontation between the two men. The aftermath of the battle caused everything around them to break and dust to fly.
Luo Li's hair was messy, and sweat slid down her cheeks and dripped onto her cracked lips.
Her eyes were firm as she looked directly into Fan Jue's cold and sinister eyes.
Fan Jue suddenly stopped attacking, turned his gaze to the battlefield behind him, and chuckled, "Luo Li, your men can't stop the Dark Realm's cavalry. Everything we do now is just a futile struggle."
Luo Li's heart tightened when she heard this, but she still tried to remain calm.
She quickly turned her head, her eyes penetrating the flying dust, and saw that on the distant battlefield, the warriors of Longyuan City and the monsters were fighting bloody battles. The figures of the undead in the dark world kept disappearing, but one figure after another kept falling in the torrent of the dark world's iron cavalry.
Blood splattered, dyeing the earth red, it was tragic and brutal.
Pain flashed in her eyes, and she said in a deep voice: "Fan Jue, you were killed by Cang Wu's sword before, and the Dark Realm was repelled by the Spirit Realm several times. This time, you still can't win!"
Luo Li flew up, clasped her hands together, and the phantom of a huge nine-story pagoda fell from the sky.
The tower's shadow blocks out the sun and the sky, and ancient runes gleam on each eaves, emitting a dazzling aura, as if a god has descended from heaven to suppress all evil in the world.
The base of the tower slammed into the battlefield, stirring up dust and rubble, forming circles of shock waves that spread out in all directions, instantly overturning the dark cavalry rushing in the front.
Inside the tower, thousands of Buddhist sounds hummed and golden light shone everywhere. Every ray of light turned into a sharp sword blade, automatically attacking the surrounding dark undead. The air was filled with the breath of purification and redemption, holding up a sky of hope for the warriors of Longyuan City.
Taking advantage of this moment of respite, countless seriously injured soldiers were transported back to the city, and the underground city's logistics personnel finally chose to step onto the ground.
The moment they saw the tragic scene on the ground, their faces turned pale and their eyes turned slightly red. But in just a moment, they became resolute and quickly treated the injuries of the wounded.
The formation masters went to repair the damaged formation, not daring to stop for a moment.
Outside the city, Fan Jue's expression changed, and he was about to destroy the Tower of the Gods. Luo Li held the sword and supported her body to land in front of him, "You can't step over me."
Fan Jue's face was sinister, and the surging power of the abyss gathered in his palm, pointing directly at the towering spirit of the Tower of Gods.
Luo Li's figure was staggering but determined, her black hair slightly messy in the wind. She stood with her sword, the tip of the sword deeply embedded in the ground.
Her eyes flashed with a mixture of determination and fatigue, and there was an unquestionable smile on the corner of her mouth, standing between Brahma Sutra and the Tower of Gods.
The wind blew up dust, blurring the vision. Luo Li's figure looked particularly thin in the dim light, yet as firm as a rock.
The dark abyss power of Fan Jue surged so violently that it almost tore the air apart, but Luo Li's sword light seemed particularly cold in this violence, and the runes on the sword flickered slightly.
On the battlefield, the eleven Dark Lords were all held back, but despite this, the disparity in numbers between the two sides still prevented Longyuan City from gaining an advantage.
A touch of emerald green light quietly emerged in Luo Li's palm, and the original power of the Tree of Life wrapped around the Flame Dragon Sword. She narrowed her eyes and moved forward with the sword.
Sword shadows appeared everywhere, and Fan Jue was not careful for a moment, and the tip of the sword scratched his shoulder, leaving a bloody mark.
His eyes instantly turned sinister, "Damn it."
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