bookrebus Chapter 168 The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind
Chapter 168 The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind
On the battlefield, the mysterious man's aura suddenly changed, as if a pair of invisible giant hands were stirring things up. Visible vortexes of air formed around him, emitting a muffled howl, like the roar of an ancient beast, which chilled people to the bone.
His long hair danced wildly, his clothes rustled, and he seemed to have been born from the eye of a storm, exuding a powerful aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
"Wind Shadow Strike!" the mysterious man roared, his voice booming so loudly that the surrounding air vibrated.
In an instant, his figure transformed into countless afterimages, accompanied by a chilling, biting wind, like a black, violent hurricane sweeping wildly towards the old man in black. Each afterimage carried unparalleled wind power; wherever it passed, the pebbles on the ground were as if grabbed by an invisible hand, swept into the air, and then sliced into powder by sharp wind blades, falling down in a flurry.
At that moment, the old man in black was locked in a fierce battle with Lu Xuefeng, their spiritual energies clashing, light radiating everywhere, and swords flashing incessantly. Suddenly, he sensed this terrifying wind force, and his face turned deathly pale, as if shrouded in frost.
He didn't have time to think it through and quickly formed hand seals.
"Sky Shield!"
In the blink of an eye, a spiritual energy shield condensed in front of him. This shield was like a thick fog, seemingly illusory, but in fact it contained an indestructible defensive power.
The mysterious figure's afterimage crashed heavily against the shield, and a series of deafening thuds suddenly erupted, as if countless cannonballs were exploding at the same time, the sound waves rolling and making people's eardrums ache.
Ripples spread across the shield as the intoxicating spiritual energy and the wind's essence collided and compressed, erupting with blinding light that was dazzling even in broad daylight. The old man in black felt an overwhelming force surge towards him; his feet carved two deep furrows in the ground, and he was uncontrollably propelled backward several meters by this force, raising a cloud of dust.
"Who exactly are you? Your mastery of the wind is terrifying!" The old man in black was secretly shocked. He knew he had encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were full of vigilance and fear.
Taking advantage of the moment when the old man in black was attacked by the mysterious man, Lu Xuefeng quickly gasped for breath, his chest heaving as he rapidly recovered his strength and spiritual energy. Looking at the situation on the field, he knew this was the perfect opportunity to turn the tide of battle. He gripped his spear tightly, the flames on its shaft leaping merrily, as if gathering power for the next attack, the intense light illuminating his resolute face.
The mysterious man, having landed a successful blow, showed no sign of complacency. His hands moved rapidly in the air, his fingers like nimble snakes, as he shouted, "Wind rages, tornado! Heaven and earth weep!" As his voice faded, the surrounding wind grew even more violent, howling like the wailing of ghosts and wolves. In his palm, a massive tornado rapidly formed, dozens of feet in diameter, containing countless sharp wind blades, like a giant meat grinder, roaring towards the old man in black.
Where the tornado passed, it carved a deep trench into the ground, engulfing the few remaining houses along the street, tearing them to shreds in the blink of an eye, with debris flying everywhere. The old man in black was ashen-faced; he knew the tornado's power was enough to rip him to pieces, and a strong sense of fear welled up inside him. He gritted his teeth, took another gulp of wine, and the aroma emanating from his gourd surged forth like a raging tide, forming a solid barrier of spiritual energy in front of him.
The tornado crashed into the spiritual energy barrier, unleashing a deafening roar that shattered the heavens. Powerful gusts of air swept outwards, collapsing surrounding buildings and sending clouds of dust billowing into the sky. The spiritual energy barrier trembled violently under the tornado's impact, cracks appearing as if it might crumble at any moment. A trickle of blood escaped from the black-clad elder's lips; his eyes revealed a mixture of fear and resentment, and he inwardly groaned in despair.
"Despicable villain!" the old man in black roared, forcibly steadying himself and unleashing the "Drunken Immortal's Bewildering Hand" once more. His figure weaved through the tornado's air currents like a ghost, moving with incredible speed as he attacked the mysterious man.
The mysterious man sneered, lightly touching the ground with his toes, his entire body moving like a feather drifting in the wind, effortlessly dodging the black-clad elder's attack. At the same time, he rapidly formed hand seals and whispered, "Thousand Wind Blades, Deadly Soul Chaser!" In an instant, countless wind blades shot out from his hands, these wind blades like dense raindrops, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, shooting towards the black-clad elder.
The old man in black was forced to retreat repeatedly by the dense wind blade attack, several wounds appearing on his body, blood gushing out and staining his black robe red. He was both shocked and furious, never expecting that this mysterious person's use of the wind's intent was so masterful, and that his strength was so formidable. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
Seeing this, Lu Xuefeng's fighting spirit ignited. He took a deep breath and gathered all the remaining spiritual power in his body into the spear. The flames on the spear grew even more intense, as if they would burn the entire world to ashes, and the blazing light illuminated his determined eyes.
"Fire Dragon Annihilates the World!" he roared, his voice booming like a bell. He thrust out his spear, and a gigantic phantom of a fire dragon roared as it charged toward the old man in black. This phantom of the fire dragon was even more solid than before, its scales shimmering with intense light, and the flames it spewed from its mouth were dozens of feet long. Wherever it went, the air was ignited, emitting a sizzling sound.
The old man in black was attacked from both sides, having to contend with the mysterious man's wind-based attacks and defend against Lu Xuefeng's fiery dragon. The pressure was immense; he felt like a wild beast trapped in a cage, with nowhere to escape. He roared, releasing his spiritual power without reservation, "Drunkenly lying between heaven and earth, chaos returns to oneness!" The gourd in his hand shone brightly, spewing out a massive amount of wine vapor, forming a huge vortex of spiritual power. This vortex spun extremely fast, emitting a buzzing sound, attempting to devour all the attacks.
The flaming dragon and the wind blade collided simultaneously with the vortex of spiritual energy, unleashing a deafening roar. The entire world seemed to tremble under this powerful force, the earth cracking and fissures spreading outwards. The vortex of spiritual energy spun violently, constantly draining the power of the flaming dragon and the wind blade. But as time passed, the vortex's light gradually dimmed, and its rotation speed slowed, like a colossal beast struggling in its death throes.
Both the mysterious man and Lu Xuefeng stared intently at the old man in black, their eyes revealing a resolute determination.
They knew that the battle had reached its final, crucial moment, and victory or defeat hung in the balance. Their hearts were in their throats as they stared intently at the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Tuoba Xun'er, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines, quietly mobilized her spiritual power. The red ribbon in her hand trembled slightly, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the old man in black at the most crucial moment.
The atmosphere on the entire battlefield was extremely tense. Everyone held their breath, as if time had stood still, waiting for the moment that would decide the outcome...
Just then, a richly decorated carriage slowly entered the battle zone, its rumbling wheels echoing through the streets and breaking the suffocating tension. As the carriage entered the area, it came to a leisurely stop, its wheels kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Hand over the Dragon Soul Sword and the Spirit Pearl, and I'll spare your lives!" A young, somewhat arrogant voice came from the carriage, echoing in the air with an undeniable domineering air.
Tuoba Xun'er's face turned icy cold, her eyes revealing a chilling intensity that seemed to freeze the air. Po Yue, standing beside her, became excited upon hearing this, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He gripped the Panlong Staff tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind? Which fool dares to try and rob us? I'll see if you have the strength to do so!" Po Yue's voice was deep and powerful, with a hint of mockery and disdain. He was already standing at the front of the car, holding the Panlong Staff, exuding a powerful aura, like a lion about to be enraged.
At this moment, a corner of the brocade on the carriage was lifted by a folding fan, revealing a handsome but somewhat arrogant profile.
Then a young man dressed in a yellow robe leaned out.
"Hmph, if you won't listen to reason, then don't blame this prince for being impolite!"
His voice was filled with arrogance and conceit, as if he didn't care about anything in the world.
"Long Yi, chop off their heads!"