Chapter 312: 311. Dual Swords Combined (1)
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Chen Luoyang stretched out his hands that were behind his back. His ten fingers were clenched into fists.
When Xue Haoran and Wang Di saw his dark golden eyes, their hearts skipped a beat.
Demon God Blood.
The direct descendant of the Ancient Gods Clan.
His face was extremely unfamiliar.
He appeared in the world below the mortal world.
Could it be Chen Luoyang?
Their hearts sank. Before they could speak, Chen Luoyang had already punched out with both fists.
“If you stop, then it’s my turn.”
As he spoke, the two fist intents condensed into an invisible force and instantly attacked Xue Haoran and Wang Di.
After reaching the 15th realm, the Ruhua realm, when Chen Luoyang attacked again, his fist intent might not condense into the form of a god, but the power within it was still stronger than when he was at the 14th realm.
However, in the eyes of Xue Haoran and Wang Di, they saw different scenes.
In Xue Haoran’s vision, it was as if a huge god had appeared out of thin air. It had a human face, tiger claws, white hair, a snake on its left ear, and two dragons.
This god didn’t move to punch, but it seemed to occupy Xue Haoran’s spiritual altar and sea of consciousness. Other than that, there was nothing else.
The blood river formed by his sword light fluctuated and shook more and more violently. Soon, it seemed to be boiling and was about to shatter.
There was an invisible force that was endless, pulling the blood river from all directions.
Every drop of ‘blood’ seemed to be torn apart by an independent force.
Countless ‘blood’ seemed to be forced to scatter in different directions. Eventually, the entire blood river could not take shape and would vanish into thin air.
Divine Martial Devil Fist, Rushou!
In Wang Di’s mind, it was another scene.
It was as if he had suddenly lost all light in front of his eyes, and his entire body was buried underground.
In the endless darkness, he could feel the power of the earth’s suppression. It
was extremely heavy.
In the dark underground, there seemed to be a god. His entire body was in the darkness, making it impossible to see his exact appearance.
This god only sat upright and did not punch.
However, the powerful concept of power that suppressed the earth came crashing down on Wang Di’s senses.
This underground river of his was completely suppressed underground, unable to stir up any wind or waves. It was unable to fill the ground and gush out.
It was the “Back Earth” move of the Divine Martial Demon Fist.
Chen Luoyang struck out with both fists, and his fist intent enveloped his two opponents.
Xue Haoran’s lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn’t say anything in the end. He focused his attention and faced Chen Luoyang head-on.
‘ Rushou ” countered all the gold in the world, be it saber techniques or sword techniques.
However, it was precisely because of this that the Sword Doctrine Holy Lands such as the Heavenly River and the Blood River had been thinking of ways to deal with or break this unique skill of the Ancient Gods Clan for many years.
At this moment, Xue Haoran was trying his best to use the secret technique taught by his sect to resist the negative effects of Rushou.
However, he had already been injured when he fell from the world of mortals.
Now that he was facing Chen Luoyang’s Rushou, he was unable to do anything. His situation was even worse than Yang Xuan’s.
The blood river was completely suppressed by Chen Luoyang’s fist intent and was about to be shattered. He could only grit his teeth and persevere. On the other side, the king’s land was also having a hard time.
Speaking of nemesis, there were generally two types.
One is that my strength just happens to restrain your weakness, so you are restrained in every way.
The other is your strength, which happens to be my strength, but I’m stronger than you in this aspect.
Thus, in front of me, your strength is no longer a strength.
Although Wang Di’s Earth River Sword was unique and profound, his sword intent had regressed in recent years. Furthermore, he was injured like Xue
Haoran. Thus, he was particularly weak when facing Chen Luoyang’s ” Houtu.
Chen Luoyang’s punch firmly suppressed him, making it difficult for him to turn the tables.
Moreover, this pressure became stronger and stronger, gradually becoming unstoppable. It made Wang De feel like an egg under a mountain rock, and he could only watch helplessly as his body shattered.
After Han Mei put away the green fruit tree, she turned around and saw Chen Luoyang making a move. She couldn’t help but curl her lips.
He was finally willing to make a move.
As she observed Chen Luoyang’s attack, she also observed her surroundings.
Logically speaking, the few of them and the green fruit tree had fallen from the mortal world to the Divine Lands. That strange void door should still be there.
Although the void door was unstable, it would not close for a short period of time.
Since it was caused by the Azure Fruit Tree, then the Void Gate should be near the Azure Fruit Tree.
While she was thinking about this, she found Tu Shanyi had come to her without a sound.
He seemed to be afraid that she would run away.
“Who do you think I am?” Han Mei scoffed.
Tu Shanyi smiled.
As soon as the first word left his mouth, he saw Han Mei’s eyes turn cold and murderous.
The bald man immediately changed his words. ” Miss Han, you’ve always been a man of your word. You’re the most trustworthy person. I’m naturally aware of this.
“Then why are you spying on me?” Han Mei asked.
“I just want to ask Miss Han if you’re interested in joining our sect. I’m willing to pass on a message for you to see our sect master.” Tu Shanyi said.
After Han Mei heard this, she understood that the ” Cult Master ” that the other party was referring to wasn’t the Chen Luoyang from the Divine Lands. It was the Cult Master of the Ancient Gods Clan in the Mortal World.
However, she still shook her head. ” The Ancient Gods Clan is naturally very good. However, I’m used to being alone. I don’t intend to join any sects. I appreciate your kindness, but I can only disappoint you.
The bald man smiled and didn’t try to persuade him further. He simply said, “Miss Han, if you are interested, you can come to our sect’s headquarters at any time.”
Han Mei nodded and looked at the three people fighting in the distance.
Tu Shanyi did the same.
Tu Shanyi’s expression turned solemn when he saw Chen Luoyang fighting one against two with ease and beating Wang Di and Xue Haoran to the point where they couldn’t even raise their heads.
Wang Di and Xue Haoran were both injured, so it wasn’t surprising that they weren’t Chen Luoyang’s match.
However, after considering the bizarre results of the battle at the Eastern Sea, Tu Shanyi knew that Chen Luoyang’s attack was far from displaying his true strength.
Unfortunately, these two people weren’t enough to probe Chen Luoyang’s background.
Just as the bald man thought of this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
His heart suddenly felt sorrowful. Countless sad memories involuntarily floated to his mind, causing him to feel sad.
Tu Shanyi was shocked.
Beside him, Han Mei couldn’t help but feel sad.
She frowned and turned to look at Tu Shanyi, meeting his gaze.
The two of them looked at each other and understood that the other party’s situation was similar to theirs.
This situation was obviously abnormal.
They raised their heads and looked over. They felt that the key to affecting their emotions was under the blood-red light that was being suppressed by
Chen Luoyang.
“Sad Blood Sea!”
The two of them said in unison.
The Blood River was the number one holy land of demonic swordsmanship in the world of mortals. They were at loggerheads with the Heavenly River.
According to the old legends, the highest achievement of the Blood River was the three sword techniques. They were created and passed down by the most powerful warriors of the Blood River, and were studied and polished by countless later generations. Until today, they were all shocking, killing, and brutal.
One of the three sword techniques of the Blood River was called the Sad Sky
Blood Sea. It was created by the seventh generation Patriarch of the Blood River, Sad Sky Blood Sea, Blood Dragon.
His swordsmanship was profound and extremely evil. He could infuse his emotions into his sword. The stronger the grief and anger in his heart, the stronger the power of his swordsmanship.
At the same time, the sword was unleashed, and everyone was in sorrow. The sea of blood descended, and the world mourned together.
The sword intent was everywhere, causing the enemy’s fighting spirit to completely disappear. Only extreme grief was left, and their hearts were as if they were dead. They wanted to wait for death without any resistance.
Under this situation, the gap between the two sides, who were originally close in strength, instantly widened to the difference between clouds and mud.
If the enemy was originally stronger than him, he would close the gap between the two sides and fight for the opportunity to win.
Ever since the Sorrowful Blood Sea Art appeared, it had been famous throughout the world. Since ancient times, it had created many legendary achievements for the descendants of the Blood River.
However, this sword technique was difficult to master. Even if the Blood River Lineage took the elite path and all their disciples were geniuses in sword arts, very few could master this sword technique.
In the Ancient Gods Clan, Tu Shanyi was talking with other people. They all speculated that to cultivate this sword skill, not only did one need to have an extraordinary talent in the Tao of the sword, but one also needed to have a unique understanding of emotion and will.
Haoran Xue didn’t match the swordsmanship of the Blood River, but he had actually mastered the Sad Blood Sea.
Under the influence of Rushou’s fist intent, the blood river sword light that seemed to be on the verge of shattering continuously condensed and compressed, finally turning into a small blood spring.
However, this blood fountain quickly expanded, and the boundless ferocious sword intent within it quickly transformed into a sea of blood.
The sea of blood seemed calm, but there was endless sorrow coming from the bottom of the sea.
Even Han Mei and Tu Shanyi, who were at the periphery, felt sad as if their hearts were about to break.
In the sea of blood, the sharp sword intent was unprecedentedly strong.
“This sword of yours is more impressive than your other sword techniques.” Chen Luoyang’s voice sounded.
Along with these words, a shrill and ear-piercing roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth. It seemed to be even sharper than Xue Haoran’s sword will, and its sharpness was revealed.
The killing intent of the golden halberd spread out and washed away the sorrowful intent.
Everyone else present seemed to have understood something.
Divine Martial Devil Fist, Chi You!
Chen Luoyang used Rushou and Chiyou together to face Xue Haoran’s Sad Blood Sea Heaven Art.
The platinum-colored and dark- golden light shone upon each other, enveloping the world.
The sword light in the sea of blood also burst out at this moment. Its momentum was decisive as it met the fist of the god.
At this moment, Wang Di put down his sectarianism and used his Great Matrix Sword to help Xue Haoran.
Under the Sad Blood Sea Heaven Incantation, Xue Haoran’s sword momentum was stronger than usual.
At this moment, he was the leader of the royal land, and he was the support, serving as a solid backing.
The sword intents of both sides faintly resonated.
In Han Mei and Tu Shanyi’s vision, the two swords disappeared.
In front of them, it was as if there was only a peerless divine sword that used the earth as its blade and the sea of blood as its edge!
Chen Luoyang’s expression didn’t change as he continued to strike out with both fists to clash head-on.
It heavily struck the divine sword!
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