xymnovel Chapter 436 The Target of the Net
Chapter 436 The Target of the Net
Fei Yan flashed and appeared beside another enemy like a ghost. With a wave of her hands, another red handprint shot out, knocking the enemy to the ground.
Seeing this, Da Siming, Hei Yu Bai, and others also joined the battle.
With a wave of his hands, the Great Commander of Fate created a blood-red handprint that hurtled towards the enemy.
Black and White waved their hands simultaneously, and instantly countless tiny leaves and petals appeared in the air.
The three attacks struck the enemy simultaneously, a breathtaking sight that seemed to make even the very energy of heaven and earth tremble.
Feiyan moved across the battlefield like a ghost, each strike precise and accurate, knocking down her enemies one by one.
Suddenly, Scarlet Smoke returned to the center of the battlefield.
He put his hands together in prayer and muttered some incantations.
Suddenly, a dazzling light burst forth from her body, as if illuminating the entire night sky.
With a loud shout, the clouds in the sky began to churn again, and the vortex of primordial energy that had not yet dissipated began to spin once more.
It exudes a terrifying aura, as if it wants to devour everything.
"Yin and Yang are reversed!"
Yan Fei gave another soft shout, and the vortex in the sky instantly swept towards the group of enemies.
The enemies only had time to let out a terrified scream before they were swallowed up by the vortex.
However, these people do not have the profound internal energy of a Shadow Moon Celestial to protect themselves.
A moment later, the vortex dissipated, and the enemies vanished without a trace.
This scene terrified everyone present.
Dongjun Feiyan's strength is truly terrifying, and the Yin-Yang techniques she controls are even more awe-inspiring.
After Yingyue's death, with no one to restrain Feiyan, those experts who had infiltrated the city seemed as insignificant as ants.
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Just as Feiyan and the others killed Yingyue, in a corner of Linyuan City, the moonlight was dappled, and the wind carried uneasy whispers, shuttling between the ancient eaves.
Here, a crucial facility lies hidden under the cover of night, yet the lurking danger around it cannot be concealed.
Zhao Gao, dressed in a blood-red robe, with a sinister face like a venomous snake from the abyss, silently led his six sword slaves and Hei Bai Xuan Jian to weave a net of death, hunting down a beginner-level Celestial Realm expert and his Grandmaster subordinates.
This powerful being, named Qingxuan, hailed from the Agricultural School of the Hundred Schools of Thought. He wore a flowing blue robe, had a slender face, and deep, cold eyes. Every gesture he made exuded an extraordinary and untainted aura.
Its internal energy is profound and its color is like jade. When used, it is like a spring breeze, warm and gentle, but it also hides a deadly intent, making people fall into a death trap without realizing it, and it is impossible to guard against it.
The grandmasters surrounding him each possessed unique strengths and exuded extraordinary aura.
However, at this moment, they had no idea that the shadow of the Net had already silently enveloped this place.
"Oh! Looks like you were prepared."
Qingxuan stopped in her tracks, her inner energy flowing through her eyes, allowing her to see through the dense, interwoven, hair-like threads in the air. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. Although her voice was calm, it revealed a composure that would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before her.
"These methods... are they from the Luo Wang organization?"
Beside him, a grandmaster-level expert frowned and asked in a deep voice, his tone tinged with seriousness.
Clearly, they all harbored some fear of the Luo Wang assassin organization, which had been wreaking havoc across the Daqian territory during this period.
Zhao Gao's voice was as cold as ice. With a swift movement, he appeared before everyone like a ghost. His red robes fluttered, like a flower from hell, both feminine and elegant.
"Mr. Qingxuan, it's been a long time."
"Zhao Gao has been waiting here for quite some time!"
He spoke slowly, his words carrying a hint of mockery, as if everything was under his control.
As Zhao Gao finished speaking, he gently raised the arm adorned with scarlet nails, his fingers twitching slightly as he waved them, as if conducting a silent symphony.
In an instant, "Sizzle!" Six sword lights pierced the night sky.
The six sword slaves were like six bolts of lightning, each drawing an incomparably sharp sword light, heading straight for Qingxuan. Wherever the sword tips passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind shocking cracks.
Qingxuan remained unfazed, her figure flashing lightly, her green robes fluttering like bamboo in the wind, deftly avoiding the six deadly sword lights.
He slightly raised his hands, his inner energy surging and transforming into ripples of emerald green that spread outwards. These ripples collided with the sword energy of the Six Sword Slaves, producing a series of crisp metallic clangs and sparks that illuminated the surrounding area.
"Hmph, what a trap! Today I'll show you the power of farmers—what fear do they have of wind and rain!"
Qingxuan gave a soft snort, his hands twisted slightly, and his inner strength condensed. Instantly, a vast expanse of emerald green true energy surged out from his body, transforming into a giant cyan palm that slammed towards the Six Sword Slaves with overwhelming force.
The six sword slaves were agile, each displaying their unique skills. Their swords flashed like dragons, and their sword energy flowed like silk, weaving together a dense net of swords in an attempt to block the crushing force of the blue palm.
However, Qingxuan's internal energy was incredibly profound. Her cyan palm seemed to have a life of its own, nimbly weaving through the sword net. Every touch caused the sword light of the Six Sword Slaves to tremble, and it seemed that even space itself trembled under her pressure.
"Hmph, you think you can trap us with a mere net?"
A grandmaster-level expert beside Qingxuan snorted coldly, his figure suddenly leaping up, his inner force amplifying a huge axe in his hand, which slashed towards Hei Bai Xuan Jian with the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.
Hei Bai Xuan Jian slightly raised his eyebrows, a smile playing on his lips, and suddenly his inner strength receded.
The two swords, Xuanjian, joined together, their black and white lights intertwining like the convergence of yin and yang. They collided with the giant axe, unleashing a deafening roar.
The battle intensified, and the surging internal energy made the surrounding air seem to freeze.
"Zhao Gao, though your net is wide open, today we will show you that the power of the peasants is not to be underestimated!"
Qingxuan's voice pierced through the clamor of the battlefield and resounded through the sky.
Zhao Gao's lips curled into a cold smile. His figure moved with ghostly speed once more, his red robes billowing as he stood at the center of a blood-red storm. He whispered, "Mr. Qingxuan, once the net of the Luo Net is cast, no one can escape. Today is your end."
After speaking, Zhao Gao waved his hands, and the Six Sword Slaves and the surrounding assassins from the Luo Wang network intensified their attacks. Their swords flashed like a dense woven fabric, creating an impenetrable barrier, and they engaged in an even fiercer battle with Qing Xuan and her Grandmaster-level experts.
Qingxuan's eyes darkened, and instead of retreating, she advanced, her green robe billowing like rippling blue waves.
Upon seeing this, the six sword slaves exchanged glances, their hearts in perfect harmony, needing no words.
Their figures shifted, the six of them wielding six swords as one, instantly forming an impenetrable sword formation that trapped Qingxuan within.
Within the sword formation, sword energy crisscrossed, each sword light containing enough power to split the heavens and earth, weaving together a net of death.
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