Chapter 254: Battle
"Hehe, Sect Master Yan, why bother talking so much with these dying people." An elder of Mulan Valley with a black bear tattooed on his robe laughed in a rather sharp voice with a flash of bloodthirsty red light in his fine eyes.
Yan Luotian did not respond to the words of the three elders of Mulan. He just smiled lightly, and a golden sword appeared in his hand. This sword was called Yanling Sword, which was a peerless magic weapon that Yan Luotian had spent a huge price to obtain.
As Yan Luotian continued to inject his fighting spirit into the Yanling Sword, his body trembled slightly. His voice was calm but full of unquestionable determination: "Since you choose to resist to the end, don't blame me for being rude. Next, I will show you how huge the gap is between your Jia Ma Empire and our Three Kingdoms Alliance."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Luotian tightly grasped the Yanling Sword, and with a wave of his arm, the tip of the sword cut through the air, releasing a strong fighting spirit. This fighting spirit was as swift as a falcon, rushing straight into the sky. As the distance increased, it expanded rapidly, and in an instant it turned into a huge golden sword shadow of dozens of feet in size, covering the entire battlefield.
The space around the sword shadow seemed to tremble slightly under the impact of this force, as if even the air could not bear this pressure. Yan Luotian's attack was undoubtedly a display of his full strength. The power of his attack was strong enough to shake the heaven and earth.
Faced with his opponent's equally powerful Dou Zong combat capability, he showed no reservations and was ready to go all out, launch a fatal blow, and kick off this general offensive.
When Yan Luotian's sword energy descended like the collapse of heaven and earth, the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces below could not help but burst into cheers. Their eyes were full of enthusiasm and expectation, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.
However, at the Black Mountain Fortress, the soldiers of the Jiama Empire felt an unprecedented oppression. They knew that once such a powerful attack landed on the fortress, it would be a disaster. Their hearts were filled with anxiety and fear, and everyone was asking themselves, who could resist such a force?
In this tense atmosphere, Jia Xingtian, the guardian of the Jiama Empire and the apparent ruler here, gritted his teeth, with a gleam of determination in his eyes. He turned to look at Hai Bodong and Yunshan beside him, and said with a hint of determination: "Old friends, it's time for us to continue fighting side by side."
Hearing this, Yunshan and Haibodong nodded without saying anything, their eyes also flashing with determination, expressing their understanding and support for Jia Xingtian's decision. This kind of thing has happened more than once or twice in the past few days, and they are already familiar with the feeling of fighting side by side.
Afterwards, the figures of the three people turned into three streams of light in an instant and leaped into the air above the city wall. They stepped on the void and faced Yan Luotian's attack that was like the collapse of the sky and the split of the earth.
Yunshan's palm drew an elegant arc in the air, and he whispered: "Strong Wind Handprint."
As he finished speaking, a circular magic circle quickly condensed in midair, and cyan runes flowed in the magic circle, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura. Then, a huge cyan handprint emerged from the magic circle, and it whistled with the wind, and attacked the sword energy that Yan Luotian swung out.
At the same time, Hai Bodong shouted: "Mysterious Ice Dragon Soar!" His voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder. As he called, nine ice-blue dragons rose into the air around Hai Bodong. They were huge, their scales flashed with cold light, and their eyes revealed an unyielding fighting spirit.
Under Hai Bodong's command, these giant dragons circled around his body. As he pointed the spear made of ice-attributed fighting spirit in his hand, they let out earth-shaking dragon roars and charged towards Yan Luotian's sword energy.
Jia Xingtian followed closely behind, his voice firm and powerful, and he shouted out his special skill: "Yellow Sand Kills All!" As he called out, the fighting spirit in his body surged out like a flood, and the surrounding space seemed to be shaken. In the sky, countless sands were attracted by this force, and they spun and condensed in the air, and finally formed a huge phoenix shape.
The feathers of this phoenix, which was formed by the condensation of sand, were clearly visible, and each feather was shining with an earthy yellow light. The phoenix flapped its wings and flew high, emitting a long cry that shook the sky. The sound was full of power and majesty. Following Jia Xingtian's guidance, the phoenix rushed straight towards the golden sword energy released by Yan Luotian like an earthy yellow afterimage.
Under the gaze of the crowd, a green wind handprint quickly condensed in the air. Its edge was as sharp as a knife, and it spun with a sharp whistling sound. Then, several blue dragons condensed from black ice appeared. Their scales flashed with cold light, and their dragon whiskers danced, as if they could freeze everything. There was also a yellow sand phoenix, which spread its wings and flew high. The sand and dust it brought up when its wings flapped was like a golden storm.
The three attacks, each with its own characteristics and magical powers, converged in the air to form a spectacular picture. The cyan wind, the azure ice, and the khaki sand, the three colors of power intertwined into a shocking war picture at the moment before the collision.
Their target was a huge golden sword energy, which was like a divine punishment falling from the sky, carrying unparalleled pressure and light, slashing down.
Standing on a high point on the battlefield, Yan Luotian looked down at the joint offensive launched by Jia Xingtian, Yunshan, and Hai Bodong, and a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He commented coldly: "A bunch of rabble dare to be so arrogant in front of me."
Facing the joint challenge of the three, Yan Luotian was very confident. He had experienced similar situations many times before, and each time he was able to fight against the three people alone and gain the upper hand. He firmly believed that this time would be no different.
In the air thousands of meters away from the Black Mountain Fortress, the green gale handprint and the golden sword energy collided first. The moment the two collided, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and the energy waves that erupted were like a tsunami, surging in all directions, making the soldiers in the distance feel a strong sense of oppression. They had to steady their bodies to avoid being affected by the aftermath of this force.
The azure dragons followed closely behind, opening their huge mouths and spewing out icy cold air. The moment the cold dragon breath came into contact with the golden sword energy, ice crystal-like lines appeared in the sky. They spread rapidly, as if to freeze the sword energy in the air. However, the temperature of the golden sword energy was extremely high, and the ice crystals began to melt as soon as they came into contact with it, turning into waves of white mist, shrouding the battlefield in a hazy state.
The Yellow Sand Phoenix was not to be outdone. It let out a clear cry, and its body, made of sand, rushed towards the golden sword energy with a wild force. The collision of sand and golden light produced waves of sandstorms. The golden sand flew in the sky, intertwining with the golden sword energy, forming a spectacular golden storm.
When the three powerful forces gathered together to compete with the golden sword energy, the battle in the sky reached a fever pitch. Under the combined attack of the opponents, the golden sword energy began to sway, and its edges fluctuated, as if it would collapse in the next moment.
However, after a fierce flashing and changes in the brightness of the light, the four forces eventually dissipated and turned into countless tiny energy particles that floated in the air.
The aftermath of the battle reverberated in the air, and the space cracks created by the powerful energy collision began to slowly heal like broken glass. These tiny cracks gradually closed, but their existence was a strong proof of the thrilling duel just now.
On the wall of the Black Mountain Fortress, the soldiers witnessed the thrilling attack and defense. When they saw that the golden sword energy that almost destroyed everything was successfully resisted, they were filled with an irrepressible excitement. The originally heavy atmosphere was swept away, replaced by a new hope and fighting spirit.
The soldiers' eyes were shining with determination, and they began to cheer for Jia Xingtian, Yunshan and Hai Bodong's feat. Their shouts were like a tide, one after another, shaking the entire battlefield.
Yan Luotian's attack was successfully blocked by the opponent, which made him feel that his dignity was challenged. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and it was obvious that he did not intend to give up. Following his will, a pair of golden materialized wings spread out behind him, shining brightly in the sun.
At the edges of these wings, goose feathers as sharp as swords stretched out, each of which exuded a sharp sword intent, as if it could cut the air at any time. Yan Luotian's voice was low and powerful, and he shouted softly: "Sword Feathers!"
Following his call, countless feather-shaped sword qi shot out from the golden wings. They quickly condensed in the air and hovered on both sides of Yan Luotian, forming a pair of huge golden sword qi wings. Each "feather" of this pair of wings was made of pure sword qi. They were extremely sharp, emitting a sharp edge that people dared not look directly at.
Yan Luotian's figure was extremely dazzling in the bright light, just like the sun was close at hand, emitting an intimidating edge. He stood in the center of the light, like a god descending from heaven, majestic and inviolable.
The golden light shone on his face, adding a touch of sacred majesty to his handsome face. He gently waved the Yanling sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword finally pointed at Jia Xingtian, Hai Bodong and Yunshan. "You three, get ready!" Yan Luotian's voice was firm and powerful.
As he spoke, the huge golden sword wings behind him trembled slightly, and then slowly closed in front of him, like a giant sword about to be unsheathed. Then, the pair of sword wings suddenly spread out, releasing countless sharp sword energy, sweeping out like a golden storm.
These sword energies cut through the sky. They were extremely sharp and easily left light black tracks in the air, as if the sky was cut apart by these sword energies.
In the formation of the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces, whether it was the elites of the Luoyan Empire, the strong men of the other two empires, and those ordinary soldiers, they all couldn't help but cheer, their faces filled with excitement and excitement.
They witnessed Yan Luotian's dazzling fighting skills. The sword energy released by the golden sword wings was like a magnificent meteor shower, cutting through the sky with unparalleled power and a dangerous aura.
Such power and such a scene filled them with awe. They looked at each other, with a common thought in their minds: facing such a powerful attack, Hai Bodong, Jia Xingtian and Yunshan would probably not be able to escape.
Facing the golden sword energy released by Yan Luotian, Jia Xingtian, Hai Bodong and Yunshan did not flinch. They quickly exchanged a firm look, and then each displayed their own unique skills, ready to meet this wave of fierce attacks.
Around them, energy fluctuated violently, and the fighting spirits of the three people collided with the golden sword energy, making a series of explosions. Their movements were smooth and decisive, and every swing brought great power, repelling the incoming sword energy one by one.
Immediately, the three figures rushed towards Yan Luotian like an arrow, determined to confront him head-on.
As they approached, Yan Luotian's face became serious. Although he knew that he had an advantage in cultivation, facing the combined forces of Jia Xingtian, Hai Bodong and Yunshan, any underestimation of the enemy could lead to failure.
Although he was alert in his heart, he still had a contemptuous smile on his face, and sneered coldly: "Haha, no matter how many times you come, your struggle is in vain."
Yunshan's face darkened, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but his voice was unusually calm, and he simply uttered two words: "Rampant."
In the sky, four figures intertwined into a fierce battle. The golden afterimage shuttled across the battlefield at an astonishing speed, constantly colliding with the other three figures, and every contact burst out dazzling sparks.
Jia Xingtian, Hai Bodong and Yunshan showed their tacit understanding with each other. Every movement and attack of theirs seemed to be carefully planned, which brought the battle to a stalemate for a while.
Seeing that Yan Luotian was already in a fierce battle with his opponent, Xie Bi Yan's mouth curled up into a smug smile. As the strongest person present, he only needed to be responsible for holding the line.
He turned to the three elders of Mulan Valley and said, "Three elders, it's time to take action. I'll leave Queen Medusa of the Snake Tribe in your hands, but don't be as embarrassed as before."
"Haha, then don't bother Master Scorpion to worry about it. We naturally have a plan to deal with it."
The three elders simply responded briefly and then quickly retreated. Their movements were coordinated and they quickly formed a formation that could both attack and defend. As the formation was completed, three different colors of fighting spirit, cyan, red, and blue, burst out from their bodies, like three colorful dragons.
The three streams of fighting spirit did not dissipate, but quickly flowed along the trajectory of the formation, and finally intertwined in the air, forming a perfect cycle. This cycle not only connected the power of the three people, but also synchronized their spirits and auras, allowing them to fight more efficiently.
As the circulating power in the formation was completed, the robes of the three elders suddenly fluttered violently, as if something was about to break out of the robes. Then, a wild roar shook the sky. It was the roar of three beasts, a lion, a tiger, and a bear. They turned into a blood-red torrent of energy, bursting out from the robes of the elders, completely enveloping their figures.
This blood-red energy was like a living thing, wrapping around the three old men. As the energy surged, their originally scattered auras began to merge and converge into a powerful force. The pressure of this force gradually increased, and eventually became almost as strong as Yan Luotian not far away, giving people a deep sense of oppression.
"Haha, your Mulan Valley's 'Three Beasts Savage Art' is really powerful, worthy of being an intermediate earth-level technique inherited from ancient times. The effect of this combination is really amazing..." Yan Luotian exclaimed loudly in the brief gap between repelling Jia Xingtian and the other two. His words revealed his admiration for this technique, but in addition to this admiration, a deep greed flashed in his eyes. Such a strange technique made Yan Luotian feel envious.
His eyes were fixed on the three elders of Mulan Valley. They were now wrapped in blood-red energy, as if they had transformed into ancient beasts, emitting a terrifying aura. Yan Luotian knew in his heart that if such a technique could be used by the Golden Goose Sect, it would undoubtedly greatly enhance the overall combat power of his forces.
"Haha, these are just some little tricks. How can they be compared with the fighting skills of Yan Tianxing of the Golden Goose Sect..." The three elders in green robes were enveloped by blood-red energy. Their heads gradually transformed into the heads of lions, tigers, and bears, making them look like three half-orcs. The voice of the old man who turned into a tiger head was a little fierce.
“However, Sect Master Yan, you should focus on your battle. If you lose, it will be a real loss of face.” Perhaps because of his martial arts skills, the old man’s voice was faintly like a tiger’s roar, which was shocking.
Seeing that the three elders of Mulan Valley were ready for battle, Medusa's eyes became serious. She observed the three people carefully and realized that she should also join the battle.
Medusa turned around and said to Zi Yan beside her: "Zi Yan, when I go to fight, please help me look after the snake people and make sure they are safe."
Zi Yan nodded seriously, patted her chest confidently, and replied: "Don't worry, Sister Medusa, I will protect them."
After receiving Zi Yan's reply, Medusa replied briefly, "Thank you, Zi Yan."
Then she quickly focused her mind and cleared out all distracting thoughts.
The vast purple energy in Medusa's body surged out like a wave, forming a gorgeous purple light curtain that poured down from the sky. In this colorful sky, Medusa's figure was particularly eye-catching, and she was at the center of this spectacular scene.
(End of this chapter)