Chapter 227 The Battle of the Saints
Unarmed, Xiaoyao Lang had no choice but to fight back with his bare hands. His movements were swift and unpredictable, and his palm and spear clashed with a loud clang!
The man's spear moved like a dragon, seemingly flashy but actually fierce! The force of the spear tore through the air currents, leaving dust and ravines when it landed.
Seeing this, Murong Hanchan wanted to help, but before she could move, Shen Qianying flashed in front of her and blocked her way. "You wouldn't let me interfere just now, and I won't let you interfere now! If you really want to force your way in, then your opponent is me!" Shen Qianying raised her jade pen and forcefully blocked her way.
Murong Hanchan snorted coldly, "How hateful!" Shen Qianying's forceful intervention left her helpless, and fighting with her was pointless, so she could only stay where she was and watch the battle silently.
Zhu Ziyue stared intently at the two fighting, pondering to herself: This man's marksmanship is truly remarkable, yet he seems to be deliberately concealing his strength. Why did he rescue me? What is his motive? ...Never mind, once the azure dragon soul within me fully repairs my body, even if this lecher attacks me again, I can escape unscathed. But why has his cultivation improved so quickly? He's truly a monster!!
The distance between Xiaoyao Lang and the other man closed, and after several exchanges, neither could gain the upper hand. The man's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Your cultivation is not bad. I'll take this move with a salute!" With that, he spun his spear, leaping off the ground as he broke free. The silver spear hovered in the air, unleashing its power: "Sky-Splitting, Cloud-Piercing, Yellow Springs Descend!"
With a loud shout, the wind and clouds changed color, and in an instant, countless figures descended from the sky. Each one was as swift as lightning, carrying domineering spear techniques, relentlessly attacking Xiaoyao Lang.
"Huff huff huff... bang bang bang..." Xiaoyao Lang moved with strange and unpredictable steps, his body flashing like a phantom as he dodged and weaved. He thought to himself: If this continues, I will definitely run out of strength, and if I am not careful, I will be seriously injured by him.
With his mind made up, Xiaoyao Lang decided to counterattack. With a high-pitched dragon roar, the blue dragon soul within his body surged out in a frenzied manner, temporarily blocking the thousands of gunshots and buying time for Xiaoyao Lang to prepare his attack.
In a split second, Xiaoyao Lang's feet sank, and his palms moved in a flurry, instantly causing the air to churn and the eight winds to howl! "How can a thousand mountains withstand a single sword sweep!" he shouted, and his right palm swung out.
In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, adding color to the sky! Countless powerful sword blades rose from the ground, attacking the spearmen high in the sky like a dense cloud.
Everyone who looked up was stunned. The sounds of clashing energy clashing echoed continuously, reverberating across the open field. The power of the Free and Unfettered Sword surged forth from the ground like a tidal wave, unstoppable wherever it went!
"This... how is this possible?! He draws upon the earth's energy for his own use!! How did he do that?!" Zhu Ziyue was filled with disbelief upon seeing this scene.
Shen Qianying was inwardly full of admiration: What a domineering sword move! With such ferocious power, I'm afraid I have no way to break it. This world truly is full of extraordinary talents…
Murong Hanchan was also distracted by this scene, recalling her past moments with Xiaoyao Lang, and thought to herself: I never imagined that he would become so strong today, no longer the Xiaoyao Lang who needed my protection...
As the blue dragon soul roared and returned to its body, the endless sword blades shattered the spear's momentum one by one, instantly converging into a giant sword that supported the sky, carrying the force of wind and thunder as it directly attacked the spearman.
The spearman frowned upon seeing this: It was unbelievable that someone so young could have such a profound understanding of swordsmanship! "Hah!" With a long roar, the twelve-foot silver spear in his hand swirled like a dragon, gathering the power of wind and clouds, and fiercely met the attack head-on.
In an instant, the sky brightened, and a deafening boom resounded, shaking the clouds and echoing across the land. The spear's force could not withstand the might of the giant sword; the powerful impact forced the spearman to retreat, but the giant sword's residual power continued to press forward.
Seeing this situation, just as Zhu Ziyue was about to make a move, she saw a sharp sword blade sweep across the sky from afar, deflecting the giant sword into the vast sky.
Following Gao Lang's poem, "A lone sword pierces the sky, its boundless light tempering its sharpness. With a cold gaze, it surveys the world's tides, where mundane affairs vanish like smoke. A clear whistle pierces the clouds, scattering like falling stars, its robes whiter than snow, its arrogance indescribable."
Before the words had even faded, a graceful, ethereal figure swept across the sky, carrying the spear-wielder down to land before Xiaoyao Lang. "Young hero, the swordsmanship you have mastered is truly extraordinary! It's a sight to behold, perhaps only seen once in a thousand years. Today, I, Jian Wuji, am fortunate to have your guidance!"
"You are Jian Wuji!" Xiaoyao Lang glanced at him; with white hair and a youthful face, and an elegant and refined demeanor, he certainly had an extraordinary aura! No wonder he was the creator of the Wuji Sword Technique.
Jian Wuji smiled broadly, "Indeed. Young hero, you just broke my friend Yu Kuangge's ultimate move. Now, let me ask you for your skills!" With that, he raised his white eyebrows, his white Taoist robes swayed without wind, and he turned sideways and pointed at Xiaoyao Lang.
Just as Xiaoyao Lang was about to speak, a gentle voice rang out, "Since you wish to learn from me, senior, I shall accept your invitation!" Immediately afterward, a graceful and beautiful woman descended, her melodious poem resounding throughout the scene: "The night is long, the dream is long, I gaze longingly at the pavilion, the old days are gone, Xiaoyao does not recall the fragrance. My eyes are cold, my tears are cold, the coldness seeps into my heart, I am not with you, Xiaoyao is far away."
"Linglong!" Upon seeing that it was Yu Linglong, Xiaoyao Lang was immediately thrilled. An overwhelming joy surged into his heart, his murderous aura vanished instantly, and his full head of black hair turned snow-white once more.
Yu Linglong stepped forward slowly, her eyes trembling slightly as she looked at Xiaoyao Lang, whose hair was now completely white. She gently raised her fair hand and slowly stroked his snow-white hair. Her expression was slightly sad, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Xiaoyao Lang raised his hand and grasped her jade-like hand. "Linglong, you've finally agreed to see me!" His voice choked with emotion, and he couldn't suppress his joy.
Yu Linglong remained silent, glancing at Xiaoyao Lang with a resentful look before forcefully pulling her hand away from his. Turning to Jian Wuji, she said, "Senior has remained detached from worldly affairs for many years, yet you return to the mortal realm today to test your sword's edge. This is truly commendable! However, Xiaoyao Lang is my disciple, and given his status, it may be inconvenient for him to fight you. Perhaps I should accept your immortal technique!"
Jian Wuji's gaze swept over Yu Linglong, "I never imagined that after more than ten years, the little girl from back then would have grown into such a graceful young lady! Her words and aura are quite like those of a sect leader! If Xu Zhu knew this in the afterlife, he would surely be able to rest in peace!"
Yu Linglong lowered her eyes slightly upon hearing this, remaining silent amidst her sorrow. Yu Kuangge brandished his silver spear behind his back and stepped forward, saying, "So you are Xu Zhu's esteemed disciple. Since you're here to join the fun, Yu Kuangge would like to ask for your guidance!" With that, his gaze turned cold, fixing intently on Yu Linglong.
At this moment, Zhu Ziyue's injuries had been completely healed by the Azure Dragon Soul. Her killing intent spread, and she slowly stepped forward, looking at Xiaoyao Lang and saying, "It seems that not only can you not kill me today, but you may also have a hard time protecting yourself. You should take good care of yourself!" As she spoke, her pair of purple eyes released endless provocation.
Faced with Zhu Ziyue's blatant provocation, Xiaoyao Lang could not tolerate it. "If that's the case, then come on!" He raised his hand and suddenly struck out with a palm, about to attack Zhu Ziyue.
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