bookcurios Chapter 1954
Chapter 1954
On the jade platform, before the spiritual mist had dissipated, the two quasi-saint sons from the Nine Netherworlds stepped on the spiritual light to fill the gaps. The bronze shield and the blood-red folding fan intertwined to form a temporary defensive line, barely managing to stop Tianxing in front of the formation.
On the other side, when Piaoxue saw a momentary opening around Heiyu, her eyes narrowed and her hands suddenly accelerated the speed of forming hand seals—her ten fingers flew like butterflies, and with each hand seal, the sword diagram in the air brightened a little more, the sword shadow sealed in the sword marks became more and more restless, and the clanging sword sound resounded through the sky.
"Decisive Sword Formation! Go!"
With a low shout, Piaoxue pressed her palm down sharply towards Heiyu. Instantly, several times more sword shadows than before surged forth from the sword diagram, densely packed like locusts passing by. Each sword shadow was wrapped in a chilling killing intent, transforming into a stream of light that shot straight towards Heiyu.
Where the sword shadow swept past, the spiritual mist was split in two, the air emitted a piercing tearing sound, and even the warm jade ground of the jade platform was scratched by the sword energy.
Seeing that Black Feather was in danger, Silver Dragon dared not delay.
He immediately flung out six white silver spears, which transformed into six silver arcs in the air, barely blocking the sword shadows in front.
A silver rune suddenly lit up between his brows, spreading like scales to the corners of his eyes. His originally black pupils slowly contracted, turning into vertical pupils with a flash of cold light.
"Angao——"
A dragon's roar reverberated across the jade platform, the sound waves transforming into golden ripples that spread outwards, even causing ripples to appear on the spiritual energy barrier of the boundary river.
The silver dragon's body surged with spiritual light, its body rapidly elongating in the divine light, scales emerging from beneath its skin, transforming into a white silver dragon that stretched for thousands of miles—its body was forged from celestial iron, its scales gleaming with a cold silver light, its whiskers stirring up gusts of wind as they fluttered, and its claws treading on the void, each step causing the spiritual mist to churn.
It hovered above the black feathers, its massive body almost obscuring half of the chessboard.
Thousands of sword shadows crashed into the silver dragon's scales, clanging like a torrential downpour striking a bronze bell. Sparks flew three feet high, but not even a white mark was left. The sword shadows shattered into spiritual energy and dissipated.
Kuroba sat in the captain's seat, his fingers holding the black stone but hesitating to place it, a thin layer of sweat already forming on his back.
He gazed at the sword shadows darting below and Tianxing's tightly pressed glass figure, and was secretly shocked: "These five people look nameless, but their killing moves are so ruthless! If it weren't for Yinlong's quick reaction, Tianxing would have really rushed up to me just now, and then the great formation would have been in chaos."
He dared not be distracted any longer, his hands quickly forming hand seals, his fingertips glowing with a dark spiritual light, and he pointed at the sky: "Nine Netherworld Illusionary Fate, Great Array, activate!"
Centered on Black Feather, an invisible barrier of mist slowly rose, the mist being grayish-black and carrying a bone-chilling cold, enveloping both Silver Dragon and him within it.
The subsequent sword shadows crashed into the mist, their speed decreased sharply, and they were gradually corroded into nothingness by the mist, temporarily stabilizing the situation.
"Silver Dragon, hurry and support Golden Tiger! Defeat that girl, and the two of you together will charge into the enemy lines; no one can stop you!" Black Feather shouted urgently, his voice carrying spiritual power and clearly reaching Silver Dragon's ears.
He then turned to the two quasi-saints who were blocking Tianxing, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "You two are proficient in the Yin-Yang Dao, quickly form the Yin-Yang Combination Formation, temporarily avoid the sharp edge and hold Tianxing back, creating an opportunity for Jinhu and Yinlong!"
"Yes! Leave it to us!" The two quasi-holy sons responded in unison, and the magical treasures in their hands shone brightly. The earthy yellow light of the bronze shield intertwined with the blood-red light of the folding fan. The yin and yang energies flowed in front of the formation as if they were alive, with black patterns wrapped in white light, weaving a thick defensive barrier.
They looked at Tianxing with disdain in their eyes. "Little brat, you think you can break our combined array technique? Don't you know who on this mountain peak doesn't know the name of the 'Yin-Yang Duo'?"
Despite their tough talk, the two dared not be careless—they had witnessed the force with which Tianxing had sent the silver dragon flying, and now, as they defended themselves, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, and their magical power was running at its limit.
Seeing Yinlong turn to leave, only to be blocked by the two men, Tianxing felt a flicker of anxiety in his eyes.