roccoschili Chapter 362 Show off your power
Chapter 362 Show off your power
The two men confronted each other for a long time. Wen Zhong suddenly shouted loudly and waved the male and female golden dragon whips in his hands and smashed them towards Taiyi Zhenren.
When Taiyi Zhenren saw this, his face darkened. He could feel how powerful Wen Zhong's attack was.
So, he formed seals with his hands, chanted a spell, and circles of light golden light suddenly surged around his body. The Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover slowly rose under his control and met the unstoppable golden whip.
The moment the golden whip met the fire cover, the entire space seemed to be torn apart. The deafening noise accompanied by the dazzling light made the soldiers of both armies watching the battle around them cover their ears and close their eyes involuntarily.
The shock wave generated by the collision of the two forces caused the surrounding sand and rocks to splash and the clouds to swirl, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.
After a moment of stalemate, although Taiyi Zhenren tried his best to maintain it, the flame in the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover could not withstand the continuous pressure of the golden whip, and the light gradually dimmed and the fire weakened by 20%.
Taiyi Zhenren frowned, his face gloomy, and he secretly marveled at Wen Zhong's strength, which was far beyond his expectations. He knew very well that today's battle would not end peacefully.
Such a result was hard for the arrogant Taiyi Zhenren to accept. However, he could not change the outcome and could only secretly feel angry.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer. He suddenly increased the power of the golden whip, the muscles in his arms tensed, and veins bulged, as if he wanted to concentrate all his body's strength in this one strike.
"Hmph!" With a low snort, the golden whip was like a dragon emerging from the sea, and with the force of destroying the world, it smashed fiercely towards the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover.
"boom--!!!"
With a deafening roar, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover was finally unable to withstand the impact of this powerful force and was knocked away, landing on the rocks in the distance, with sparks flying and smoke rising.
Taiyi Zhenren also took a few steps back in the aftermath of this attack, his face pale, obviously seriously injured.
"Hmph, Master Taiyi, you're defeated!" Wen Zhong said coldly, retracted the golden whip, stood at his side, his eyes full of coldness.
Master Taiyi endured the severe pain in his chest, took a deep breath, steadied himself, and looked at Wen Zhong with a firm gaze:
"Wen Zhong, don't be too proud too soon. Today's battle is not over yet!"
After saying this, he once again mobilized the last bit of spiritual power in his body and summoned his acquired spiritual treasure - the Yin-Yang Sword.
As the Yin-Yang Sword came out, the Yin-Yang totem on the sword seemed to come alive, emitting a faint light, connected to the will of Taiyi Zhenren, ready to fight a desperate battle with Wen Zhong again.
Just at this moment, a streak of light flashed by, like lightning cutting through the night sky, and a figure appeared silently beside Taiyi Zhenren.
This person was none other than Taiyi Zhenren's disciple - Mu Lei. Mu Lei looked at Taiyi Zhenren with a worried look on his face, his eyes full of concern and awe for his master. He said loudly:
"Master, are you okay? Although my cultivation is still shallow, I can still lend a helping hand to you. This Wen Zhong is indeed a bit tricky, but as long as we work together, we will definitely be able to take him down!"
Upon hearing this, Master Taiyi pondered in his heart. He knew that he could not defeat Wen Zhong alone, and he might even fall into Wen Zhong's hands.
However, he also knew that even with the help of his disciple Mu Lei, it would be useless. After all, Mu Lei was only at the Xuanxian realm, so how could he help him?
"Disciple, I appreciate your kindness, please leave. I still don't believe that a cultivator of the perfect Taiyi Golden Immortal realm like me cannot defeat a mere Golden Immortal cultivator." Taiyi Zhenren said in a nonchalant manner, trying to reassure Mu Lei.
"Master, this..." Mu Lei hesitated as he was about to speak. He knew Master's temper and that once a decision was made, it would be difficult to change it. However, he could not watch Master face the powerful enemy alone.
After all, Mu Lei was not a blind man. He saw clearly that although his master said he was relaxed, his brows could not hide his fatigue and solemnity.
Wen Zhong's strength is definitely not something that Master can easily contend with. If Master could really defeat Wen Zhong easily, he wouldn't have been defeated yet.
At this time, Wen Zhong saw Taiyi Zhenren and his disciple Mu Lei talking in low voices across from each other, with different expressions, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious. He sneered and said:
"Master and disciple, what are you discussing? Are you planning to surrender to me, Grand Master, or are you planning to join forces and fight me to the end?"
There was a hint of contempt and provocation in Wen Zhong's words, as if he had already secured victory.
He knew very well that although Taiyi Zhenren had a high level of cultivation, he was obviously at the end of his strength at this moment, and Mu Lei was just a mere Xuanxian and was not to be feared at all.
When Taiyi Zhenren heard this, his expression changed slightly, but he soon regained his composure. He knew very well that he must not show any fear at this moment, otherwise Wen Zhong would become even more arrogant. So, he smiled calmly and said:
“Wen Zhong, you are too confident. My master and I are the direct disciples of the Chan Sect. How can we surrender? Today, even if we die, we will fight you to the end!”
Wen Zhong could not help but feel a little angry when he saw this. He did not expect that the master and disciple would be so stubborn and would rather die in battle than surrender. So he sneered and said:
"Alright! Since you are so stubborn, I will help you! Come on, you two, the master and the disciple, come together! Let me see what you two are capable of!"
After saying that, Wen Zhong waved the golden whip of the male and female dragons in his hand, and suddenly a strong wind blew, with lightning and thunder.
The golden whip seemed like a vivid dragon, tumbling and roaring in the air, rushing straight towards Taiyi Zhenren and Mu Lei.
Seeing this, Taiyi Zhenren hurriedly swung the Yin-Yang Sword to fight. The Yin-Yang Sword was like a flash of lightning, intertwined with the golden whip, and bursts of deafening roars broke out.
Mu Lei, holding the sword tightly, followed his master and engaged in a fierce battle with Wen Zhong's golden whip.
On the battlefield, the three fought hard. Taiyi Zhenren and Mu Lei, the master and his apprentice, cooperated well, one attacking and the other defending, advancing and retreating in a well-planned manner.
Wen Zhong was not to be outdone and fought the two men on equal terms with ease.
As time went on, the battle became more intense. Although Mu Lei's cultivation was not low, he still seemed a little powerless in front of a strong man of Wen Zhong's level.
His breathing began to become rapid and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
When Taiyi Zhenren saw this, he became secretly anxious. He knew that his injuries had not yet healed and he could not fight for a long time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
However, Wen Zhong seemed to be getting braver as the battle went on, and the power of the male and female dragon golden whips was even greater than before.
"Master, are you okay?" Mu Lei asked with concern. He noticed that Taiyi Zhenren's face was getting paler and his breathing was getting more rapid.
"Master is fine, disciple, you need to be careful." Taiyi Zhenren said with all his strength. He knew that he could not fall down, otherwise the wooden fort would be unable to support itself.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong sneered even more: "You two, master and disciple, stop struggling and surrender! Perhaps this Grand Master can still give you a chance to live."
"Bah! Don't even think about making us surrender!" Mu Lei shouted angrily. He swung the sword in his hand even more violently. The sword light was like a dragon, rushing straight towards Wen Zhong.
Seeing this, Wen Zhong's mouth curled up into an even colder smile. He swung his golden whip, and it seemed to have a spirit, instantly breaking the long sword in Mu Lei's hand. The golden whip continued to move forward, hitting Mu Lei's chest fiercely again.
"puff--!!!"
Mu Lei instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned as pale as paper in an instant.
He felt a powerful force surge into his body, as if it was going to shatter his internal organs. Mu Lei endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and tried to stand firm.
However, Wen Zhong did not give him a chance to breathe. He swung his golden whip again, and with a whistling sound, he struck at Mu Lei's head.
Seeing this, Mu Lei hurriedly swung his sword to block, but his sword had broken and he was unable to block Wen Zhong's attack at all.
"Master! Save me!"
Mu Lei exclaimed, his voice full of fear and despair. He knew that he could no longer resist Wen Zhong's attack and could only ask Taiyi Zhenren for help.