Chapter 161: Instant Fame
His inner energy surged forth, condensing into a ferocious, enormous protective phantom that enveloped him. The phantom was menacing and terrifying, its arms whipping up fierce winds with every swing. "Let me show you my Phantom Divine Skill!" Before his shout had even faded, Ouyang Longyuan had already manipulated the phantom, propelling it with the force of a thunderbolt towards Xiaoyao Lang.
Xiaoyao Lang's expression hardened, showing no fear: "Show me what you've got! Today, it's either you or me who dies! I swear to kill you to pay for Lord Yi's life!" His true energy surged, and he channeled the power of the blue dragon soul into his palms. Each strike was accompanied by the roar of a dragon, the palm force was overwhelming and invincible! The two figures intertwined, the palm winds surged, the ground cracked where the fists landed, and the stone walls shattered when the palm force struck them.
Meanwhile, the battle between Qiu Xia and the Grandmaster was also raging. The two fought from the plaza to the top of the palace, then from the eaves to the lakeside pavilion, and now they had returned to the plaza to continue their duel. "Your sword techniques are exhausted! Let's see what else you can do?!" Although the Grandmaster had lost a little finger, his palm strikes became even more ferocious and ruthless.
Qiu Xia was perfectly clear-headed; she still had her ultimate move, "Sword Without Limits," unused. She thought to herself: This scoundrel's speed hasn't diminished; now is not the time for a fatal blow. She should wait until he's exhausted a little more before unleashing her sure-kill move. With her mind made up, she let out a clear shout: "So what if my swordsmanship is finished? Even if I use it again, you still can't do anything to me!" As soon as she finished speaking, the two were once again locked in combat with the speed of shooting stars.
Not far away, Xie Yunfeng and the young emperor were locked in a life-or-death struggle. Although Xie Yunfeng was using both the Frost Sword and the Frost Palm, he was gradually finding himself stretched thin. The internal poison was also backfiring on him, slowing his movements and leaving him with several sword wounds all over his body.
The young emperor's red figure flickered like a ghost, his sword slicing open another wound on Xie Yunfeng's arm: "Others grow stronger with each battle, but you only grow weaker! Want to beg for mercy?... Hmph, I won't allow it!" With that, his body spun like a blood-red top, the crimson maple leaf sword shadows dancing, layer upon layer like a deadly blood-red lotus flower, sweeping towards Xie Yunfeng with the force of a tornado!
Hidden in the shadows, Ling Xueyan surveyed the entire scene, her mind racing: Ouyang Longyuan was already at his limit, and the young emperor would soon be a cripple. At that point, that handsome young man might not spare his life. If Xie Yunfeng and he both perished here today, they would be of no use to me! It would be better to save Xie Yunfeng now, subdue the young emperor, and then absorb all their power…wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone! …
Just as Xie Yunfeng's life hung by a thread, Ling Xueyan flashed and appeared beside the young emperor. "Young Emperor, I'm here to help you!" With a delicate shout, her right index and middle fingers, joined together like a sharp sword, thrust towards Xie Yunfeng's brow with a fierce gust of wind!
Xie Yunfeng was taken aback, but the young emperor frowned, his tone suddenly turning cold: "You're too late! This sword will surely take that dog..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ling Xueyan's fingertips flashed with a strange light, and her force instantly shifted, striking the young emperor's central acupoint with a precise "thud"! "Ugh!" With a muffled groan, the young emperor's internal energy dissipated like water bursting its banks, his body stiffened, and he was unable to move! "...Ling Xueyan...you...you dare to..." Before he could finish his angry rebuke, his two major acupoints on his chest were struck again, and he immediately fainted after his vision went black.
Ling Xueyan turned to Xie Yunfeng, smiling sweetly, "Brother Xie, are you alright?"
Xie Yunfeng suppressed his churning blood and steadied himself: "Thanks to you, Xueyan! You saved me again! Cough..."
Upon hearing the name 'Xueyan,' Ling Xueyan's heart skipped a beat. In the past, such a call would have filled her with secret joy. But today, seeing his dashing and handsome appearance, she was already captivated. "It's my duty," she suppressed her unease, feigning indifference. "Leave this man to me. I still have some 'personal grudges' with him."
Xie Yunfeng nodded silently.
"You scoundrel! Prepare to die!" Suddenly, Qiu Xia's sharp shout shattered the battle! The Grandmaster's strength was waning, and Qiu Xia's sword had already slashed open his waist, drawing blood. He forced himself to steady himself, veins bulging on his temples, sweat rolling down his face. He mustered all his strength and unleashed his Vajra Palm again, hissing, "Who dies is still undecided! Don't be so arrogant!" As soon as he finished speaking, a tidal wave of palm shadows "whoosh! whoosh! whoosh!" poured out in succession, like a storm of wind and rain, raining down on Qiu Xia!
Qiu Xia stepped into a bow stance, her longsword swiftly rising from below, and she shouted, "The sword moves without restraint!" As soon as she finished speaking, she moved, her figure flashing and turning, splitting into three, like a phantom, to meet the palm shadows!
"Clang clang clang... Swoosh swoosh swoosh... Tsk!" In an instant, a dense cacophony of metallic clangs, sword energy piercing the air, and the sound of blades piercing flesh mingled together! "Ugh... Ugh... Ahhh... Pfft!" The screams accompanied by the spurting of blood abruptly ceased. Qiu Xia's figure froze, her longsword pointing to the ground, a stream of crimson blood meandering down the blade. The Grandmaster was already kneeling on the ground, fallen sideways, eyes wide open, his death gruesome.
Ling Xueyan witnessed this scene, a strange light flashing in her eyes, secretly surprised and doubtful: "This person's swordsmanship is also so superb? The key is... she can also use this 'Sword Movement Without Limits'?"
"Cough...cough cough..." Xie Yunfeng coughed violently. Qiu Xia turned around hurriedly upon hearing the sound, her gaze sweeping over his wounded and tattered white clothes, and asked anxiously, "Brother Xie, what's wrong with your injuries?"
Xie Yunfeng sheathed his sword and barely managed to regulate his breathing: "It's nothing... they're all superficial wounds."
A deafening roar instantly drew everyone's attention. "Xiaoyao Lang!!" Qiu Xia cried out in alarm, rushing towards the core battlefield without hesitation!
Xiaoyao Lang hovered in mid-air, a roaring blue dragon soul coiling around his body, its breath causing clouds to surge and winds to roar! "Farewell to the Western Chu General Qianqiu Yue—Yellow Springs, Purgatory!!" His long roar resounded through the sky, man and dragon becoming one! His palms, carrying the immense power to shatter the void and shake mountains, slammed down from the sky, striking directly at Ouyang Longyuan!
After a prolonged battle, Ouyang Longyuan was disheveled, his face ashen, and he had long lost his kingly bearing. Seeing this final blow that eclipsed the landscape, the outcome was clear! "Hahaha..." He burst into a desperate laugh, struggling in his death throes, forcibly gathering every last ounce of strength in his body. His palms erupted with unprecedented light, lifting upwards, like an ant trying to shake a god, fiercely meeting the attack!
"Giddy up! Giddy up!" Although Yi Qingxue was not skilled in martial arts, the little white horse under her steed flew with all four hooves, as fast as a shooting star! Before she even reached the square, the soldiers hurriedly made way for her from both sides, clearing a path.
"Brother Xiaoyao... Brother Xiaoyao..." Yi Qingxue dismounted, lifted her skirt, and rushed towards the center of the storm. At that very moment!
"Boom... Boom!!!" An explosion erupted, sounding like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing!
An unimaginably powerful shockwave swept across the entire area in an instant! In a flash, sand and stones flew everywhere on the square, and dust billowed up, obscuring the sun. Thousands of soldiers raised their arms to protect their eyes.
Yi Qingxue's skirt billowed wildly in the fierce wind, and she instinctively shielded her eyes with her slender hands to protect herself from the sand and dust. As the gale subsided and the dust dissipated, she could barely make out a figure standing proudly in the center of the square. Before the figure was a huge, deep crater, several meters wide, resembling a meteorite crater!
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