txolops Chapter 227 War!
Chapter 227 War!
"Let's do it!"
Lingtai's roar shattered the silence of the night. Before he finished speaking, the cyan spiritual energy ball in his palm was hurled out with a shrill sound that tore through the air, heading straight for Lin Yuan's face.
At the same time, Lingyu, wielding a cyan spiritual sword, moved with lightning speed, her feet touching the ground as she leaped into the air. The long sword, imbued with rich Taoist spiritual energy, slashed fiercely at Lin Yuan, the sword wind sharp and fierce, causing the surrounding rocks to fly everywhere.
The great war has officially begun!
Lin Yuan's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and lightning surged around him. The golden lightning instantly condensed into a sharp lightning blade. He flicked his wrist, and the lightning blade, crackling with lightning, fiercely met Ling Yu's spirit sword.
"Clang—!" The sound of metal clashing was deafening, sparks flew everywhere. Lingyu felt a numbness in her arm. Her longsword was slightly deflected by the extreme yang power on the lightning blade. Most of the force dissipated, and she staggered back two steps.
At the same time, Lin Yuan raised his left hand, and crimson flames appeared in his palm. The flames rose and carried a scorching aura, instantly forming a wall of fire in front of him.
"Boom!" The cyan spiritual energy ball crashed hard into the wall of fire. The spiritual energy and the flames collided violently, thick smoke billowed, and the spiritual energy ball was instantly burned to ashes by the flames, turning into a wisp of cyan smoke and dissipating, leaving only a faint trace of sinister aura, which was completely purified by the flames.
"I didn't expect you to know fire control magic!" A hint of surprise flashed in Lingtai's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness. He snorted coldly, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, chanting obscure Taoist incantations, "Spiritual swords unleash their power, slaying demons and monsters!"
As the incantation sounded, Lingtai took out a stack of cyan talismans from his bosom. The talismans were covered with strange runes. He threw the talismans into the air, and they exploded instantly, turning into dozens of three-inch-long cyan spirit swords.
Each spirit sword gleamed with a cold light, its blade wreathed in rich Taoist spiritual energy. They stood in neat rows in the air, like soldiers waiting for orders, their sharp killing intent locking onto Lin Yuan and An Xin.
"Go!" Lingtai shouted, and dozens of spirit swords attacked simultaneously, like a torrential downpour, with whistling winds, shooting towards Lin Yuan and An Xin from all directions, sealing off all their escape space.
As the spirit sword flew, runes flickered and spiritual energy surged, faintly forming a kind of sword array. This power far exceeded that of ordinary magic weapons. If one were hit, the lightest consequence would be a tear in the skin and flesh, while the heaviest would be the destruction of one's soul.
"Hmph!" Lin Yuan snorted coldly, and lightning and flames surged around him at the same time. He quickly waved his hands, and lightning blades and flames intertwined to form a three-dimensional offensive and defensive barrier.
"Sizzle—crack!" The spirit swords crashed into the barrier, causing lightning to explode and flames to surge. Each spirit sword struck made a crisp cracking sound and dissipated into a wisp of spiritual energy. However, there were too many spirit swords, and one wave subsided only for another to rise. Soon, dense cracks appeared on the barrier.
Just as Lin Yuan was about to give up, An Xin's gunshots suddenly rang out, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three bullets pierced the air in succession, accurately hitting the three leading spirit swords in the air. The bullets carried terrifying kinetic energy, instantly shattering the spirit swords. At the same time, the impact of the bullets also disrupted the flight trajectory of the other spirit swords, giving Lin Yuan a chance to catch his breath.
"A good opportunity!" A glint flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes, and the power of the Ancient Dragon King within him erupted instantly. The golden dragon scales on his body became even clearer, and the dragon horn on his forehead protruded slightly. A powerful dragon might spread out, causing the remaining spirit swords in the air to tremble slightly and their flight speed to slow down significantly.
He formed a hand seal, and the lightning and flames in his palms merged, transforming into a torrent of crimson-gold lightning and fire, which slammed fiercely towards the spirit sword in the air.
"Boom—!"
A torrent of lightning and fire swept across, instantly engulfing dozens of spirit swords. The lightning scorched the spiritual energy of the swords, and the flames devoured their bodies. Crisp cracking sounds rose and fell. In just a few breaths, all the spirit swords were completely shattered, turning into a sky full of spiritual energy that dissipated into the air.
Upon seeing this, Lingtai's face instantly turned ugly, his eyes filled with disbelief—his prized spirit sword talisman had been so easily broken by Lin Yuan!
"Damn it!" Ling Yu roared, her figure flashed, and she rushed towards Lin Yuan again. She brandished her spirit sword, and her sword moves became more and more fierce. Each sword was filled with deadly killing intent, and she was aimed at Lin Yuan's vital points.
Lin Yuan, wielding the lightning blade, calmly countered the attack. Lightning and sword light intertwined, and the sound of metal clashing was deafening. The two were locked in combat, their movements as swift as lightning, leaving numerous afterimages. For a time, it was difficult to determine the victor.
Lingtai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock and anger in his heart. He knew that Lin Yuan's strength far exceeded their expectations, and if they did not use their trump cards, it would be difficult to defeat the two of them.
He took out a small bronze bell, about the size of a palm, from his bosom. The bell was completely black, with complex runes engraved on its surface. A faint aura of yin and evil lingered around the bell, emitting strange fluctuations. This was his natal magic weapon, the Soul-Suppressing Bell, which could launch soul attacks and was specifically designed to suppress the souls of cultivators and evil beings.
"Soul-Suppressing Bell, ring!" Lingtai held up the Soul-Suppressing Bell with both hands and chanted the Soul-Suppressing Incantation. As the incantation sounded, the Soul-Suppressing Bell slowly rose and enlarged several times in the air, turning into a large bell with a diameter of about ten feet. The runes on the bell body flickered and emitted a deep and eerie bell sound.
"Buzz—!" The bell rang, carrying a strong impact on the soul, sweeping towards Lin Yuan and An Xin.
Lin Yuan instantly felt a sharp headache, as if countless needles were piercing his mind. His soul was severely impacted, his movements became sluggish, and he almost dropped the lightning blade from his hand.
He felt a chill run down his spine and immediately activated the power of the Ancient Dragon King. A surge of golden dragon energy erupted from his body, enveloping his soul. At the same time, he quickly raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning struck the Soul-Suppressing Bell in the air, attempting to interrupt the bell's tolling.
"Lin Yuan, I'm here to help you!" An Xin was also affected by the shock to her soul, her face turned slightly pale, but she still gripped the sniper rifle tightly. She endured the headache and quickly adjusted the sights, aiming at the mouth of the Soul-Suppressing Bell—the core of the Soul-Suppressing Bell, which was also the weakest point.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the Breath of Destruction bullet transformed into a bolt of lightning, accurately striking the mouth of the Soul-Suppressing Bell. It made a crisp "clang" sound, and the Soul-Suppressing Bell trembled violently. The sound of the bell instantly became hoarse, and the power of the soul impact was also greatly reduced.
Seizing this opportunity, Lin Yuan unleashed the full power of the Ancient Dragon King within him, and lightning condensed in his palm into a giant thunder hammer. He leaped up and smashed it fiercely towards the Soul-Suppressing Bell.
"Clang—!" The thunder hammer slammed into the Soul-Suppressing Bell, golden lightning erupting instantly. The runes on the bell dimmed immediately, and the Soul-Suppressing Bell shook violently, slowly falling before crashing heavily to the ground with a deafening roar. Countless cracks appeared on the bell's surface, rendering it incapable of launching any more soul attacks...