bookcurios Chapter 291: A proud dragon has regrets
Chapter 291: A proud dragon has regrets
"Haoran! Yu Zi Jue!"
Facing the overwhelming rain of icy spikes, Master Meng remained calm. His brush danced rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he drew a series of inky barriers. These barriers, layered and interwoven, formed an impenetrable fortress of defense.
When the ice spikes collided with the inky barrier, a series of crisp sounds were heard, like pearls falling into a jade dish. Simultaneously, the impact of the collision caused pieces of ice and ink to fly everywhere, creating a truly spectacular scene.
However, although Master Meng's black barrier was extremely strong, due to the large number of ice spikes and their fierce force, it didn't take long before tiny cracks began to appear on the barrier.
Seeing this, Master Meng couldn't help but frown. Watching a battle and fighting were two different feelings. Tan Lan was even stronger than he thought!
Just as the ice spikes were about to break through the barrier's defense, Master Meng suddenly shouted, his voice as resounding as a bell, echoing through the sky.
"Hunyuan Qiankun! Break!"
At the same time, the brush in his hand suddenly erupted with an extremely powerful force, sweeping out like a surging ocean wave. Under the impact of this force, all the ice ridges shattered into countless tiny ice crystals, which floated in the air.
"Hmph! Old thing! You have quite a few tricks up your sleeve!" Tan Lan snorted coldly, his eyes gradually becoming serious. Master Meng is much stronger than Li Qianlong!
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Tan Lan flashed, transforming into a streak of blue lightning as she charged towards Master Meng at lightning speed. The whip in her hand stabbed directly into Master Meng's chest, her speed unimaginable!
Facing Tan Lan's swift attack, Master Meng remained remarkably calm and composed. He shifted his body slightly, dodging the incoming blow with the effortless ease of a ghost.
"The arrogant dragon will regret it!" Master Meng shouted angrily.
Then, the brush in his hand drew an elegant arc in the air. In an instant, the inky light began to gather madly, and in the blink of an eye it turned into an extremely huge and majestic black dragon!
The black dragon opened its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp fangs. Its four strong and powerful claws flashed with cold light, and it pounced towards Tan Lan with the force of thunder.
When Tan Lan saw this, a cold look flashed in her eyes. She quickly grasped the whip with both hands and began to dance rapidly.
In an instant, the soft whip turned into countless phantoms, interweaving into an impenetrable net, like a solid wall of steel, trying to withstand the fierce attack of the black dragon.
There was a loud "bang" and the giant dragon collided violently with the giant net woven by the soft whip.
Suddenly, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. A deafening roar echoed through the sky, as if the entire world was trembling. The powerful impact swept around like a raging wave, and wherever it passed, the solid ground of the arena collapsed, leaving huge cracks that seemed to have no bottom. Dust flew up, covering the sky and the sun.
The golden arena protective shield shines brightly, blocking all the aftermath of the battle and preventing harm to the people outside the arena!
"So strong! Who is this old man? He can fight against the female devil on equal terms and even suppress her a little!" Ever since Tan Lan brutally killed Li Qianlong, she has been given the title of female devil.
"Master Meng! You don't even know this! He's a well-known figure in Haoran Book Selection!"
"Look... look, the golden light has receded!" Before the few people could chat more, the golden light of the ring's protective shield faded away, and the scene on the stage was once again exposed to everyone's eyes.
Tan Lan gritted her teeth and persevered. However, the terrifying force was too strong, and she was ultimately unable to fully resist it. As the black dragon continued to attack, Tan Lan's body involuntarily retreated several steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.
Her face was pale as paper, beads of sweat streaming down her forehead, but her eyes betrayed no trace of fear or retreat. Instead, she struggled to steady herself while rapidly formulating a countermeasure, trying to find a flaw in Master Meng's attack so she could deliver a fatal blow.
At that moment, Tan Lan took a deep breath, her body trembling as a surge of blood-red energy erupted from her. This energy instantly spread, enveloping her whole being. From afar, it looked as if she were surrounded by a boundless sea of blood. Simultaneously, a suffocating, powerful feeling of oppression followed, overwhelming Master Meng like a tidal wave.
Feeling this terrifying pressure, Master Meng's heart tightened, even breathing became somewhat difficult. The speed of his brush wielding slowed noticeably. His once powerful and unstoppable ink-colored attack was completely powerless against this blood-colored energy. It retreated step by step, and was finally ruthlessly crushed, turning into tiny specks of ink light that dissipated into the air.
Meng Fuzi's face, which was usually calm and composed, was now filled with solemnity. He knew very well in his heart that if he did not do his utmost to deal with the crisis at this moment, it would be almost a pipe dream to escape unscathed today.
At this critical moment of life and death, he finally made up his mind, no longer holding back, and resolutely decided to use his long-hidden skills. He took a deep breath and suddenly let out a deep roar: "Show!"
With this roar, the entire world seemed to undergo a drastic change in an instant. The sky, which had been clear and sunny, suddenly became gloomy and dark. Thick, inky black clouds quickly gathered together, blocking out the sun. Then, dazzling flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, and deafening thunder roared one after another, resounding through the clouds.
At this moment, a mysterious and ancient treasure slowly began to appear before everyone's eyes. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a brush exuding an ancient and majestic charm, gradually emerging from Master Meng's palm.
The entire body of this brush is a deep dark gold color, the pen shaft is engraved with exquisite patterns and strange runes, and the pen tip shimmers with a faint spiritual light.
The appearance of the brush is exactly the same as the brush of the Emperor as recorded in the records!
Li Xingyun, who was standing by and watching the battle, couldn't help but tremble slightly when he saw this. He thought to himself, "Could this be the legendary treasure?"