Chapter 29 The 1st Victory
Feng Ling and Zhao Zhuangzhou looked at each other, then looked at Weng City below.
The demon clan has no magic that can suppress one's cultivation. The Xu Zhenfeng they saw was at the first level of the Yellow Rank, so he was definitely at the first level of the Yellow Rank.
But how could the collision between the first-level yellow-grade demonic power of this monster and the third-level black-grade magical power of Lu Zhangyuan produce such a sound of equal strength?
Under normal circumstances, Xu Zhenfeng would have no way to cut off Lu Zhangyuan's magical power. He would either be hit by the magical power or dodge it.
At this moment, Lu Zhangyuan himself also felt something was wrong. Although he did not use his full strength, this little yellow-level level one demon could actually cut off his magical power?
At this time, Xu Zhenfeng had already rushed towards Lu Zhangyuan. Just as he was rushing forward, the Taoist robe on Lu Zhangyuan's body flashed.
Xu Zhenfeng's eyes blurred. Lu Zhangyuan, who had been standing in front of him, moved and flashed behind him.
Xu Zhenfeng reacted very quickly when he found that there was nothing in front of him. Before he turned around, the magic sword in his hand had already chopped back in a semicircle.
There was another sound of metal clashing.
Lu Zhangyuan's long sword was blocked by Xu Zhenfeng's magic sword that was slashing backwards.
After missing the first attack, Lu Zhangyuan dodged again and moved two or three feet away from Xu Zhenfeng. Xu Zhenfeng turned around quickly and continued to rush towards Lu Zhangyuan. After that, he attacked several times in succession, but Lu Zhangyuan dodged each time.
The man and the demon always kept a distance of two or three feet.
Feng Ling and Zhao Zhuangzhou were suspended in the air. The more they watched, the more frightened they became. The little monster's quick reaction, speed, and powerful demonic power were all far beyond the limits of a first-level yellow-grade little monster.
After Lu Zhangyuan had distanced himself several times, the sword in his hand flew out and flew towards the chest of Xu Zhenfeng who was still chasing him.
When Xu Zhenfeng saw the flying sword coming, he raised his sword and chopped it off. The flying sword was hit hard by the magic sword and flew to the side.
Xu Zhenfeng continued to chase Lu Zhangyuan. The flying sword that he had chopped off made a circle and flew back from behind him.
Lang Wentian saw that the situation was not good and was about to warn others, but Zhao Zhuangzhou in mid-air had already prepared a spell to silence people, and the phantom of the brush behind him had never been retracted.
He pointed at Lang Wentian and said quickly, "You should keep quiet now."
Lang Wentian was caught off guard. He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.
Just as the flying sword was about to pierce Xu Zhenfeng's back, Xu Zhenfeng suddenly dove to the side. The magic sword chopped back with all his might, and the swords collided, and the flying sword flew to the other side.
This time, Xu Zhenfeng finally understood the terrifying aspect of this flying sword. It could actually chase the enemy on its own.
Just as Xu Zhenfeng was dodging the flying sword, Lu Zhangyuan made a gesture with his hands, and a red fireball appeared in his hand. Then the fireball left his hand and flew towards Xu Zhenfeng at an incredible speed.
At this time, Xu Zhenfeng had a fireball in front of him and a flying sword behind him, both of which were flying towards him at a rapid speed.
At the critical moment, he pushed his feet hard and leaped up to a height of nearly two meters. When he was in mid-air, the magic sword had already chopped at the flying sword. With one hand, he clenched his fist and hit the red fireball with all his strength.
The demonic power released by the concentrated attack scattered the red fireballs. The flying sword was chopped by the demonic sword and changed its direction. After flying around Wengcheng, it continued to fly towards Xu Zhenfeng.
Xu Zhenfeng knew that this flying sword was extraordinary and the magic sword could not cut it. Under Lu Zhangyuan's control, the flying sword would only keep chasing him.
The flying sword will not stop unless Lu Zhangyuan falls.
After changing the direction of the flying sword once again, Xu Zhenfeng rushed towards Lu Zhangyuan again.
The Taoist robe on Lu Zhangyuan had the effect of speeding up his flash. Xu Zhenfeng rushed to him several times, but he dodged to another place each time.
After dozens of consecutive attacks and blocking and slashing flying swords, Xu Zhenfeng's strength was already exhausted. He stopped panting, and Lu Zhangyuan threw another fireball at him.
Xu Zhenfeng used the same concentrated attack move to shatter the fireball, and the flying sword flew straight to his face.
There was another clang sound, and this time the flying sword just tilted slightly and rushed behind Xu Zhenfeng, then turned around and stabbed towards Xu Zhenfeng's head again.
Lu Zhangyuan had to control the flying sword while shooting out fireballs. He had very few magic skills left. Seeing that Xu Zhenfeng was no longer able to knock the flying sword away directly, he knew that his chance had come.
The magic gestures in his hands changed, and the red fireball turned blue. The blue fireball was larger in shape and could not fly as far as the red fireball.
The moment the blue fireball appeared, Lu Zhangyuan rushed towards Xu Zhenfeng a few steps, and the blue fireball hit Xu Zhenfeng.
The flying sword and the blue fireball arrived in front of Xu Zhenfeng almost at the same time, and Xu Zhenfeng swung the magic sword horizontally, but it only deflected the flying sword and sent it flying to the side. The blue fireball was split in two by the magic sword, but it still flew towards Xu Zhenfeng.
Xu Zhenfeng took two steps back, swung his magic sword again, and struck out with concentrated force.
The half of the blue fireball that was hit by the concentrated force scattered on the ground and continued to burn. The blue fireball that was cut in half by the demon sword fluttered twice and fell to the ground.
At this time, a blue fireball appeared in Lu Zhangyuan's hand again, and he was closer to Xu Zhenfeng. Xu Zhenfeng had not yet retracted his magic sword, but he had already seen that the blue fireball in Lu Zhangyuan's hand was about to be thrown out by him.
Xu Zhenfeng suddenly opened his mouth and roared towards Lu Zhangyuan's face. The roar was deafening, and the sound waves formed by the roar hit Lu Zhangyuan's face. The whole Wengcheng echoed with this roar.
Lu Zhangyuan's body stiffened for a moment, and the blue fireball in his hand actually stopped in his palm.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xu Zhenfeng rushed towards Lu Zhangyuan and chopped down at his head with the magic sword in his hand.
In mid-air, Feng Ling saw that the situation was not right and shouted, "You dare?"
It was too late to intercept him now, and Lu Zhangyuan was about to be cut in half by Xu Zhenfeng's magic sword from above his head.
When Xu Zhenfeng's magic sword was about to fall on Lu Zhangyuan's head, the blade turned sideways.
There was only a dull bang. Lu Zhangyuan was hit by the sword, and his eyes rolled back. He fell backwards.
The blue fireball in his hand suddenly disappeared, and the flying sword, which was about to pierce Xu Zhenfeng, also fell to the ground.
Then, Lu Zhangyuan fell to the ground, twitching violently, and spitting blood from his mouth.
Feng Ling had already flown and landed in Weng City. Xu Zhenfeng hurriedly retreated and stopped only at the base of the wall of Weng City.
It only took Lang Wentian a few breaths of silence to be silenced, and now he also landed in Weng City.
He stood in front of Xu Zhenfeng and said to Feng Ling who was still checking on Lu Zhangyuan: "The winner has been decided, what else do you humans have to say?"
Feng Ling checked Lu Zhangyuan's body and found that he was only vomiting blood because the magic he had cast backfired on him after he was knocked unconscious.
Thanks to the little wolf demon, when the demon sword chopped down, the blade tilted to the side and only hit Lu Zhangyuan's head with the blade.
Moreover, when the blade fell, he obviously retracted his force, otherwise, with the force of the falling sword, even the blade would have been able to smash Lu Zhangyuan's head.
Feng Ling finally felt relieved and turned to face Lang Wentian. He stared coldly at Xu Zhenfeng behind him. After a long while, he said in a cold voice, "Congratulations, General Lang. Your demon clan has produced another talented wolf demon."
Lang Wentian also sneered and said, "Congratulations, everyone."
Feng Ling waved his hand, and the flying sword that fell on the ground flew towards him. He picked up the unconscious Lu Zhangyuan with one hand, jumped onto the flying sword, rose into the air, and nodded slightly to Zhao Zhuangzhou.
The two flew out of the city together.
Zhao Zhuangzhou made a gesture to the human cultivators waiting outside the city gates. Below them, the group of human cultivators also walked down the mountain path towards Jianfengling.
The inner gate of Weng City opened, and Lang Wentian and Xu Zhenfeng returned to the inner city one after another.
In the corridor, Lang Wentian's personal soldiers stood on both sides of the corridor to greet them.
All the demon soldiers looked at Xu Zhenfeng with enthusiasm and admiration.
Lang Buyan was standing a little further back. When he saw Xu Zhenfeng appear at the end of the corridor, he immediately started shouting with excitement.
"Xu Zhenfeng, good brother, well done, you gave our personal soldier Sergeant B face."
Lang Wentian, however, laughed and cursed at Lang Buyan, "Bah, Lang Buyan, what bullshit are you talking about? What do you mean by giving face to your personal soldier Sergeant B? He gave face to our entire Monster Mountain and the entire Monster Clan."
After saying that, Lang Buyan raised his fist and punched the sky, letting out a loud roar.
"Roar......"
Then, in the corridor, the bodyguards also raised their fists, punched into the air, and uttered the same roar.
"Roar......"
Then, all the demon soldiers on duty along the entire city wall and guarding the city wall roared together.
Finally, the entire Jianfengling Pass defense camp was filled with uniform and majestic roars.
"Roar......"
"Roar......"
"Roar......"
At the Jianfengling Pass, the roars of all the demon soldiers were like huge waves rolling in the rivers and seas, crashing layer by layer and rushing straight into the Jianfeng Forest.
The birds and animals in the forest were startled and flew around everywhere. Most of the Peak Forest was in chaos. For a moment, the trees in the forest were shaking, branches and leaves were flying everywhere. It was as noisy as a boiling pot.
In contrast to this scene, on the Jianfengling mountain road, there was a long line of human monks walking silently down.
Feng Ling had handed Lu Zhangyuan in his hand to the monk below to carry on his back.
He and Zhao Zhuangzhou were still flying in the air, at the end of the team.
After hearing the demon tribe's uniform and high-spirited roar, Feng Ling looked back with an unpleasant expression and said to Zhao Zhuangzhou beside him, "I never thought that there would be such a talented wolf demon among the demon tribe."
Zhao Zhuangzhou's expression was equally grim. He looked at the group of cultivators below and whispered, "This wolf demon's talent is too shocking. We must report it to the Saint Lord immediately. We must not let it grow up, otherwise it will be a great threat to our human race."