xymnovel Chapter 978 Defeat! Meng Zhang's backup plan!
Chapter 978 Defeat! Meng Zhang's backup plan!
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"Snap!"
Suddenly, the Doomsday Twin Blades jammed the Iron Rod, and Qiao Shefei used the momentum to leap into the air, his twin blades flashing like purple lightning as they pierced through the clouds and thrust straight at Zhong Song's brow.
Zhong Song revealed a sinister smile, and suddenly withdrew his iron rod, slamming it heavily to the ground.
"The Mountain-Suppressing Technique!"
Suddenly, eight stone ridges rose from the rocky ground, completely blocking Qiao Shefei's retreat.
The smiling Yama in mid-air suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the Doomsday Twin Blades suddenly burst out with dazzling purple light, the blades even drawing star-like trajectories in the void.
"Reverse Star Shadow Flash!"
As the iron rod struck his breastplate for what seemed like the umpteenth time, Qiao Shefei suddenly roared, bracing himself for the blow. He crossed the Twin Blades of Doomsday in front of his chest, and the Purple Nether Steed reared up with a long neigh, its front hooves slamming heavily onto the mane of Zhong Song's mount.
In an instant, the world lost its color.
The roar was like a thunderclap. Suddenly, purple flames rose around Qiao Shefei, with stars appearing and disappearing within the flames. Deep purple qi burst forth from Qiao Shefei's crown, condensing into a three-zhang-tall purple phantom in the morning light.
The phantom wielded two blades, the purple lightning swirling around the blades transforming into a ferocious dragon head, its whiskers standing upright like steel needles, its mouth wide open as if to devour the sun and moon.
The twin blades transformed into a shower of stars, each blade trailing a comet-like aura, weaving a cage of death around Zhong Song.
"Ding! Qiao Shefei's skills Purple Nether and Demon Slash are activated!"
Currently, Qiao Shefei's base attack power is 106. His weapon, Doomsday Twin Blades, grants him +1 attack power. His warhorse, Purple Nether Steed, grants him +1 attack power. His skill, Purple Nether, has its first effect activated, granting him +5 attack power. He is currently fighting alongside the entire Purple Nether team, and its second effect has activated, granting him +3 attack power. He is currently using Reverse Star Shadow Flash, and all effects of his skill, Demon Slash, have been activated, granting him +3+3+3+5 attack power.
Qiao's combat strength has now risen to 130!
Zhong Song's pupils reflected the purple starry sky, but a cold smile appeared on his lips. He then held the Shattered Mountain Iron Cudgel horizontally in front of his chest. The cudgel shone with a bright blue light, and golden runes appeared between the tortoise shell patterns.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The star-like flashes of sword light struck the iron rod, creating a cacophony of metallic clang.
Zhong Song's arms bulged with veins, and his inner energy surged from the top of his head like dark clouds, completely swallowing the purple starlight.
The shockwaves from the clash of swords and clubs kicked up countless dust particles, even forcing the Purple Nether Steed to retreat seven or eight steps.
"Break it!"
Qiao Shefei suddenly merged with his sword, the two swords transforming into purple meteors, carrying the last of his inner energy as they aimed straight for Zhong Song's heart.
"Reverse Star Three Styles - Eclipse!"
Qiao Shefei's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He frantically poured his inner energy into the blade, and the blade suddenly burst out with a dazzling purple light. Zhong Song's protective inner energy was torn open, and the purple light bit into his right shoulder like a venomous snake.
"hiss--"
The sound of metal piercing flesh rang out, and Zhong Song's black armor cracked three inches, from which dark red blood seeped out. But his iron rod had already been quietly raised, the tip of the rod pointing directly at Qiao Shefei's acupoint.
"Ding! Zhong Song's skill Thousand Pounds Effect 2 has been activated for the last time, increasing attack power by 2."
Zhong Song's current combat power has increased to 127!
"clang!"
The moment the Doomsday Twin Blades blocked the Iron Cudgel, Qiao Shefei suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mist. The purple aura on his body shattered inch by inch under the cudgel, and the purple phantom let out a mournful shriek. The dragon's head was directly pierced by the tip of the cudgel, and purple lightning scattered like fireflies.
Zhong Song gave him no chance to catch his breath. Suddenly, the iron rod changed from sweeping to pointing, and the tip of the rod was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aiming straight for Qiao Shefei's vital points.
If this strike hits, even the most sturdy Purple Nether Armor will have its internal organs shattered by the force of the attack.
"clang!"
In another clash of metal, Qiao Shefei nearly lost his grip on the Doomsday Twin Blades. Just as the tip of the blade was half a foot away from his chest, Qiao Shefei suddenly released his grip and dropped the blade. His body flew backward like a fallen leaf. The Purple Nether Steed neighed and rushed over to catch its master. When its four hooves landed, it kicked up a cloud of dust that was several feet high.
"Cough cough..."
Qiao Shefei coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and the Taotie pattern on the Purple Nether Armor had become dull and lifeless.
"What a formidable general! He actually withstood my secret technique!"
He stared at the wound on Zhong Song's shoulder that was slowly bleeding, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Prince Siyan once said that your swordsmanship is flashy but impractical, but you have a secret technique that is quite powerful. Even the prince was caught off guard and suffered a loss at your hands."
"But now it seems that you, the Smiling Yama, are somewhat unworthy of your title!"
Zhong Song tore off his battle robe and shredded it to wrap his wounds. He slammed the iron rod into the ground. Although he had been suppressed by Qiao Shefei for a moment, it was not enough to cause him any serious injury.
Therefore, Zhong Song was really puzzled as to how Qiao Shefei had managed to make the top-level War God-level Prince Si Yan suffer a hidden loss.
"But you were injured too."
Qiao Shefei wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, and the panting of the Purple Dark Steed beneath him gradually subsided.
...
"Excellent! General Zhong is truly valiant!"
Tan Mengjun, in the Great Qian formation behind them, clapped his hands and laughed, dark red bloodstains dripping from between his armor plates.
He glanced at Qiao Shefei, who had been forced back, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the large banner with the character "Meng" in the Yellow Turban Army formation. A great weight lifted from his heart.
Although the Yellow Turban Army had been advancing rapidly during this period, apart from Li Cunxiao, the god of war, most of the other generals relied on the advantage of having a large number of troops or followed behind Li Cunxiao to pick off enemies.
Apart from the Bull Demon King who is still in Wuzhou, according to intelligence, there should be no one in the Yellow Turban Army who can defeat Zhong Song's Thousand-Pound Cudgel in a direct confrontation.
"Commander Meng, should I make a move?"
Li Cunxiao's Yuwang Spear struck sparks on the bluestone, and the cold gleam of the spear tip made the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows appear even more eerie.
"Don't rush, we still have a fierce general who's been itching for this battle. Cunxiao, you must have noticed this by now, right?"
Meng Zhang chuckled and shook his head. The scales on his Azure Dragon Armor shimmered with golden light in the morning sun, drawing Li Cunxiao's gaze involuntarily to the burly man holding the axe beside Meng Zhang.
He certainly knew that this fierce general who had suddenly appeared by Meng Zhang's side was, in Li Cunxiao's opinion, only good enough to make him take notice, but in the whole world, he was one of the top war gods.
Just as the words were spoken, the clear and melodious sound of bells suddenly rang out from the Yellow Turban army formation.
The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a golden-armored general riding out. His golden-scaled steed trampled the morning dew, leaving hoofprints about an inch deep on the rocky ground.
This general was nine feet tall, and his golden armor shone brightly in the morning sun. The shoulder armor was engraved with a Taotie pattern of the sun and moon in harmony, and every step he took made a clanging sound like metal striking stone.
"A war axe?"
Zhong Song, on the other side, stared at the pair of strangely shaped weapons in his opponent's hand, the green light at the tips of the staffs flashing intermittently.
The pair of axes are crescent-shaped, but their edges are covered with serrated grooves, ensuring that they can grip each other when metal and steel meet.
Even more terrifying are the nine gilded chains hanging from the handle of the axe, each link concealing barbs that jingle in the morning breeze like a death warrant.
The golden-scaled steed reared up with a long neigh, its front hooves shattering the morning mist. The golden-armored general shook his arms, and his golden armor emitted a clear and melodious sound like bells and chimes. The battle axe in his hand drew two golden arcs in the air, and the air surged like boiling water wherever it passed.
Zhong Song suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck—this was clearly a sign that his internal energy had solidified into a certain substance!
This stunned Zhong Song. This newly emerged, unseen Yellow Turban general was actually stronger than him!