fictionpage Chapter 363 Nine Springs Ten Thousand Devils Hidden
Chapter 363 Nine Springs Ten Thousand Devils Hidden
In mid-air, a sword and a punch greeted the opponent like the tip of a needle against a wheat awn.
The monstrous storm that was set off affected even the Jiuzhong Pavilion thousands of miles away and the large troops watching the battle.
The dust and smoke filled the air, and the translucent light wall of the formation was quickly shrouded in smoke. Not to mention that the eyesight could not see the outside situation, even the spiritual sense of the monks in the Xiaoyaojing couldn't sense it too far.
Many elite disciples in the pavilion looked up at the scene of the turmoil outside, and heard the ear-piercing roar echoing back from the light wall, and all of a sudden, their heartstrings were tense to the extreme.
"Tell me, did the pavilion master's punch just now hit the sword move of destroying the enemy?"
"I can't guess this. I can't even sense which force outside the formation has the upper hand."
"I think our pavilion master should be better. You can see from the expressions of Elder Zimo and Lord Ling Xiao that they are not too nervous. Presumably, the chances of victory are within their grasp."
"If our pavilion master can kill one more person, the remaining one will definitely retreat because of fear. In this way, we can give our Jiuzhong Pavilion some buffer time."
"Hey, maybe things won't go as smoothly as you said. Think about it, if our pavilion master kills two people in a row, the consumption will definitely not be small, so shouldn't the remaining person take the opportunity to fight back? I don't want others to lose their ambitions. My own prestige, I am analyzing it purely from a tactical point of view."
Compared with the members of the Nine Layers Pavilion discussing the situation safely in the formation, the tens of thousands of monks watching the battle in another place were not so relaxed.
Even though everyone joined the team immediately and withdrew for more than a hundred miles, many monks were still swept away by the storm of energy and died in a cloud of blood in the air.
Fortunately, their positions were far away from the battlefield, and Mu Feng's fist strength was not mixed with any skills. Although the aftermath was strong, it would not push everyone horizontally.
The Xiaoyaojing monks in the three teams worked together to form a huge wall of spiritual power in front of the large army, blocking the storm.
The aftermath slammed against the wall of spiritual power like a sea tide, and the sound of "rumbling" penetrated into everyone's ears continuously, causing panic among many disciple groups.
"The battle of supreme beings is really terrifying. If someone hadn't pushed me just now, and I was stunned for a while, I might have been involved in that terrible storm."
"Have the two adults made a move again? Don't let that kid from the Jiuzhong Pavilion escape."
"Escape? Where can he escape to? Most likely he will hide in the turtle shell, just wait and see, they won't be jumping for long."
"That's right, is there any difference between fleeing and not running away? I saw clearly just now that Elder Chen is planning to use his move to become famous and lore. I guess, Elder Chen will make a move before the storm clears!"
"Why hasn't there been any news from the head teacher? The little bastard in the Jiuzhong Pavilion is about to be beheaded by the other two. Damn, are we going to make wedding dresses for others?"
The hot discussion among the disciples from all sides reached a climax as the energy storm continued, and the content of the discussions was even more varied.
Among them, the disciples belonging to the Hundred Ghosts League were the most worried, because they all felt that the master of the Jiuzhong Pavilion was about to be beaten to nothing by his opponents.
In case the magic weapon that was said to open the source of the cave in the upper realm was snatched away, wouldn't it take a lot of trouble to get it back?
At this moment, they even hope that Mu Feng can persist for a while longer, and not die so soon.
However, the development of the situation is different from what everyone thought.
As for the only participant in the arena who knew the real situation, the elder surnamed Chen, his entire body was trembling with fear.
His companion, that first-level powerhouse named Lao Qi, was blown away by his opponent!
Elder Chen was very sure that he hadn't misjudged. The sword that the other party had slashed with all its strength could not completely block the punch of the Jiuzhong Pavilion youth.
The storm that covered the sky and the sun swept towards the outer layers, but a vacuum was cleared in the center of the war zone.
Elder Chen saw with his own eyes how the flesh and blood of a supreme being was so quickly smashed by the wind blade, and how his escaping soul was crushed into nothingness by the fist.
The shrill roar that Lao Qi's soul uttered before his death was even more tingling than the gloomy ghost howl.
What surprised Elder Chen the most was that the overly young Jiuzhong Pavilion master showed such a calm attitude after punching his opponent to death.
It seems that in the other party's heart, things should be like this, without any suspense.
It seems that the other party has done this many times before!
Thinking of this, Elder Chen felt absurd and couldn't help shivering.
He was almost crazily squeezing his own potential, as the palm seals changed, afterimages appeared one after another.
"Hurry up! Count your breath again!"
Elder Chen's lore was only a little bit prepared to be considered perfect. If he bombarded it now, its power would be greatly reduced.
This is also the fundamental reason why he directly ordered his teammates to sacrifice their natal spirit swords to buy him time.
Unexpectedly, Lao Qi's soul was wiped out, and the time gained was pitifully small.
His divine sense locked onto Mu Feng firmly, his bloodshot eyes were full of tyranny and madness.
Mu Feng sensed the potential energy of his punch just now, and then slowly turned around in mid-air, facing the last remaining opponent far away.
He didn't interrupt the preparation of the opponent's last-minute exercises, because there was no need for that.
The attack prepared by the Supreme Realm [-]nd Heaven in front of him with all his strength was indeed much more powerful than the previous two.
However, in Mu Feng's view, that's all.
The punch he threw just now only used [-]% of his strength, and the opponent exploded immediately. He didn't try out the result he was satisfied with.
Right now, a stronger sandbag came, and Mu Feng naturally wouldn't interfere with the other party.
He even wanted to tell the other party to be more stable, don't be afraid of running out of time, he can wait a little longer.
Of course, he wouldn't really say such nonsense.
In case the other party was frightened and fled the battlefield desperately, I really didn't bother chasing him.
In fact, Elder Chen was already frightened, and he wasn't too frightened.
He has lived a long life, fought countless battles, big and small, and met countless opponents.
It is not difficult to judge whether the other party is bluffing or really confident.
"That kid knew that it was the most critical time for me to gather momentum, but he didn't choose to attack. What is he waiting for? Is he planning to take my full blow, or is he waiting for some variable?"
"Could it be that the old bastard of the Hundred Ghosts Demon League made a move? Oh, I've actually neglected this point!"
The more Elder Chen thought about it, the more frightened he became, and an unprecedented seriousness appeared on his face.
But now that the arrow was on the string and had to be fired, he had no choice but to forcefully suppress the suspicion in his heart, concentrate on completing the last bit of momentum, and then his palms joined together suddenly, launching a powerful blow that he hadn't used for a long time.
"Boy, die! Try my Jiuquan Wanmoyin!"