xymnovel Chapter 781 A flurry of attacks
Chapter 781 A flurry of attacks
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"With your paltry tricks, you dare to touch the Yuan family? What audacity!"
"What lowly Tom, Dick, and Harry are trying to embarrass themselves in front of the Yuan family!"
As soon as Yuan Hong landed, he stood firmly on the ground, his Water and Fire Cudgel held horizontally in front of his chest, his eyes full of mockery.
Yang Yin gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and leaped up from the ground. He swung his dragon spear and attacked Yuan Hong again.
"Ding! Yang Yin's skill Blood Kill effect two has been activated twice, increasing his attack power by 3 and 4. Yang Yin's current attack power is now 121!"
This time, he held nothing back. His entire body surged with inner energy, and his dragon spear transformed into a silver lightning bolt, aiming straight for Yuan Hong's vitals.
Seeing this, Yuan Hong curled his lips into a cold smile. With a light flick of his Water-Fire Staff, the staff's shadows multiplied, as if weaving an impenetrable net, completely neutralizing Yang Yin's offensive.
At the same time, he moved swiftly, appearing beside Yang Yin like a ghost, and thrust his water-fire staff straight at Yang Yin's ribs.
Yang Yin was shocked and quickly dodged to the side, but was still hit by the wind from the stick. His armor made a "crack" sound as it was shattered by the force of the stick.
Meanwhile, the surrounding Thunder Dragon Riders also realized what was happening and rushed to their aid.
In an instant, the battlefield was filled with swirling energy and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, and the battle entered a fierce stage.
However, Yuan Hong seemed oblivious, his figure moving like lightning, his Qi Water and Fire Staff dancing wildly, the staff shadows all around him like the wind, each swing accompanied by a boom, forcing the Thunder Dragon Riders to retreat step by step.
With the help of the cavalry, Yang Yin managed to hold on, but the despair in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
Having witnessed Yuan Hong's battles with "Battle Venerable" Lu Fa and "Flying Immortal Gun God" Gong Xiaochuan, he realized that with Yuan Hong's strength, it was only a matter of time before he could defeat him.
Moreover, he has now been swept off his horse by Yuan Hong, and foot combat is Yuan Hong's forte. He was already at a disadvantage when fighting Yuan Hong on horseback, let alone now when fighting on foot.
"Hmph, you rabble like you think you can be my enemy, Yuan Hong?"
Yuan Hong sneered, and with a flick of his Water and Fire Staff, the staff's shadow pressed down like a mountain, engulfing Yang Yin and the surrounding Thunder Dragon Riders.
At that moment, it was as if a storm had swept across the battlefield, with fierce energy raging and dust flying everywhere.
Yang Yin, who was the first to be hit, felt a tremendous force come again, and his body was involuntarily blasted away again, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, his eyes filled with horror.
He knew he would lose, but he never expected to lose so thoroughly and so miserably.
He couldn't even withstand a few moves from Yuan Hong!
Meanwhile, Yuan Hong, who had easily defeated Yang Yin, stood tall on the battlefield, wielding his Water and Fire Staff, looking down upon all around him.
"Road, step back and watch how I deal with these clowns!"
He turned to look at Yuan Shu, his cold expression softening slightly.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Shu snapped out of his daze of being chased, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
Looking at Yuan Hong, who was displaying great prowess in the arena, Yuan Shu suddenly felt his legs go weak. He hadn't felt it when he was being chased, but now that Yuan Hong, his powerful ally, had arrived, Yuan Shu, who had relaxed a little, suddenly felt waves of weakness coming from all directions of his body.
He could only be helped aside by his many guards who had also recovered from their shock, and quietly watch Yuan Hong slaughter everyone on the battlefield.
"Haha, you brute Yuan, come and fight me! What kind of skill is it to bully a general of my Great Qian army!"
Just as Yuan Hong was about to finish off Yang Yin, the war god of the Great Qian army, in one fell swoop, a long howl suddenly rang out from the rear of the Chi Yu Army camp, piercing through the smoke and dust of the battlefield, carrying an undeniable arrogance and provocation.
Just as Yuan Hong was about to deliver the final blow to Yang Yin, he raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, his gaze flashing like lightning as he shot towards the direction from which the laughter came.
At the edge of the former Red Imperial Army camp, as if an invisible hand had lifted the veil of night, countless soldiers dressed in the standard armor of the Great Qian Army for suppressing the rebellion surged out like a tide, their iron armor gleaming and flashing coldly, forming an unstoppable torrent.
The moonlight seemed to favor this army at this moment, shining on their armor and reflecting a dazzling light that contrasted sharply with the gloom on the battlefield.
The leader was none other than Yuan Hong's old rival, "Flying Immortal Gun God" Gong Xiaochuan, dressed in a silver-white battle robe, like the brightest star in the sky, gathering all the light in the world into his body, making him exceptionally dazzling.
The battle robe swayed gently in the wind, each fold seemingly containing endless elegance and pride.
He held a flying immortal spear, its shaft slender and sturdy, engraved with intricate and exquisite celestial cloud patterns. The spear was shrouded in mist and exuded an ethereal aura, as if it itself contained boundless celestial energy and could transform into a dragon and soar into the sky at any moment.
The magnificent warhorse beneath him, named Flying Immortal Steed, moved with light, agile steps, each one seemingly treading on clouds.
"Haha, Yuan Hong, come and fight!"
Amidst Gong Xiaochuan's loud laughter, he swung the Flying Immortal Spear, its tip pointing directly at Yuan Hong. His surging, pure white aura, almost tangible, enveloped him, making him appear like a celestial being descended from heaven.
Before the person even arrives, the Flying Immortal Spear's aura has already followed, attacking the area the enemy is bound to defend.
Gong Xiaochuan, who was rushing over, knew it would be too late to save Yang Yin, so he set his sights on Yuan Hong himself.
If Yuan Hong dares to swing his Water and Fire Cudgel at Yang Yin, the Flying Immortal Spear that follows will surely leave him with multiple holes!
As long as Yuan Hong dares to trade his life for his injury, Gong Xiaochuan will definitely teach him what cruelty is when he is injured in the chaos of battle!
Fortunately, in Yuan Hong's heart, the life of a novice war god was not worth exchanging his own injuries for.
It might be okay on a normal battlefield, but now Gong Xiaochuan, who's like a leech, has stuck to him.
Therefore, I must face him in my best form.
Therefore, a hint of anger flashed in Yuan Hong's eyes, but he still stopped his attack. He gently shook the One Qi Water Fire Staff in his hand, and the staff shadow was as big as a mountain, facing Gong Xiaochuan's belated Flying Immortal Spear.
"Hmph, Gong Xiaochuan, you've come at the right time! Today I'll show you whether I, Yuan Hong, am truly just a brute who bullies the younger generation, as you claim!"
Yuan Hong snorted coldly, and with a swift movement, he rushed towards Gong Xiaochuan like a ghost.
The two immediately clashed upon meeting, their fighting spirit palpable.
The surrounding soldiers seemed to sense this powerful aura and retreated, clearing a wide battlefield for the two.
Yang Yin, who had been lying on the ground, quietly awaiting death, was deeply moved when he saw his thigh finally arrive.
He was almost smashed into a pulp by Yuan Hong on the spot. In just a few moves, he was beaten to a pulp and pinned to the ground, getting thoroughly humiliated.
The appearance of Gong Xiaochuan made Yang Yin feel as if he had seen his own father, and he was moved to tears.
He endured the pain, got up from the ground, and quickly stepped aside, his eyes fixed on the two people on the battlefield.