Chapter 681 The Fighting Style of the Biochemical Beast

Chapter 681 The Fighting Style of the Biochemical Beast

Chapter 681 The Fighting Style of the Biochemical Beast

Yang Jian chopped down with his sword, but the witch faced the blade with an innocent look on her face, as if she had no idea that she was going to be killed the next moment.

"Master Erlang, I am the Fairy Bixia under the Queen Mother's seat. Why did you do such a cruel thing?"

Her wooden expression also became lively, revealing a very human look of fear, and she spoke in a trembling voice.

It was as if at that moment, she regained her consciousness and turned back into Fairy Bixia.

With Nezha's previous experience as a lesson, Yang Jian was not disturbed at all. He remained as hard as iron and his attack was actually three times faster.

Not to mention that she is a fairy who has been demonized, even if she is a real fairy, this knife will not leave any room for mercy. Kill her without mercy and talk later!
Anyway, given his status and position, the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother would not dare to pursue him even if he killed a few lowly fairies.

In fact, he has killed many of Heaven's own people. During the last rebellion and attack on Lingxiao Palace, countless innocent heavenly soldiers suffered and became his victims.

The matter was eventually left unresolved and the Jade Emperor didn't even dare to fart.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword cut out a streak of light and cut through the witch's neck without deviation. With a flick of the sword, the witch's head flew up, revealing a neat tissue section at the incision. The blood from the neck didn't even have time to spurt out.

Kill the owl with a knife!

"It turns out that Nezha is too young. In the eyes of the Celestials, a man over 500 years old is just a baby!"

After killing the enemy with one strike, Yang Jian sneered and said, "This monster is nothing more than a strange and difficult to defend magic, and is also good at deceiving people. As long as you have a firm mind, you will never be bewitched..."

Before he could finish his words, Yang Jian realized something was wrong and quickly held his sword across his chest, making a blocking gesture.

The witch's headless body did not fall to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. It was still floating in the air with its wings flapping, and her hands were raised flat, palms facing Yang Jian.

Two blue beams of light shot out from the palm of the headless witch. Yang Jian rotated the long handle of the three-pointed knife like a windmill, and was about to use his magic weapon to resist the opponent's blue light magic.

Two beams of light hit the hilt of the knife, causing a thunderous explosion. The three-pointed knife was blown away by a huge force, and Yang Jian's upper body was submerged in the exploding blue shock wave.

The light faded, and the armor on Yang Jian's body disappeared, revealing his golden muscles. His chest was gray and black, mixed with the remnants of flesh tissue that glowed faintly like lava.

The Eight-Nine Profound Art is a method of proving the truth through strength. The immortal warriors who practice the Eight-Nine Profound Art have physical strength that is unrivaled in the three realms.

Yang Jian had already reached the Golden Immortal realm, and with his Vajra-indestructible body forged through the Eight-Nine Profound Art, he was hit head-on by the blue light, but he managed to withstand it.

However, it was not an easy task for Yang Jian. His body had not suffered such serious injuries for many years.

Even in the Conferred Gods Battle where many powerful warriors gathered, Yang Jian fought the whole time and was only defeated twice. One was when he faced the Hunyuan Golden Bowl in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, and the other was when he encountered Kong Xuan whose colorless divine light swept everything.

The Hunyuan Golden Bowl and the colorless divine light were also unable to harm Yang Jian's body. Their attack methods were aimed at his reincarnation fate, cultivation luck, and spatial constraints.

He thought that he was invincible in his physical body, and that his weaknesses were only in his soul and cultivation, but he never thought that he would be injured by a casual attack from a mere demonized fairy. The severe pain made Yang Jian, who had not felt pain for tens of thousands of years, look hideous. He was about to show his divine power to end the battle before Jin Zha and Mu Zha arrived, but he unexpectedly defecated a large amount, as if confirming Mu Zha's sarcasm, as if he really couldn't live without a dog.

With a wave of his hand, the three-pointed, double-edged sword that flew out of his hand seemed to have consciousness and flew back on its own. Yang Jian pulled himself together, and rushed forward again, with the blade leaving an afterimage.

Since beheading the witch won't kill her, cut her into pieces!

The headless witch also moved. Her arms became soft like rubber and swung out like a whip. Her hands quietly changed during the high-speed swing and transformed into two scimitar blades.

Wen Rui, who was watching the big screen at the information center, saw this scene and suddenly felt very familiar, as it seemed similar to the fighting method of the parasitic beast.

The fairy who was transformed into a biochemical weapon did not master advanced martial arts before she was transformed into a demon. After the modulation, her life form was completely changed and could no longer be judged by common sense. Her fighting skills were infinitely close to biological instincts, bringing the advantages of the physical body to the extreme.

The whip blade was swung so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye. The angles of the chop and stab were strange and difficult to defend against. There was no pattern or routine at all. Fortunately, Yang Jian's martial arts were superb. Like Wen Rui, he had broken through the realm of martial arts master. He wielded the three-pointed knife as if it were his arm, splitting into countless knife shadows, which barely blocked the witch's double-arm whip blade.

The only martial arts in the world that cannot be defeated is speed. The witch's pair of whip blades danced faster and faster. The speed was incredibly fast and the power was astonishingly great. The air blades that cut through the air scattered as they swung, leaving deep grooves with smooth cut surfaces when they swept across the ground.

The more Yang Jian fought, the more frightened he became. The recoil force transmitted back from the handle of the double-edged sword made his palm of the hand hurt slightly. He had to parry the attacks and defend faster and faster, but even with his strong body, he felt powerless.

He can hardly keep up with his opponent's speed!
The Eight-Nine Mysterious Art condensed the immortal power, and Yang Jian increased his power again. The golden airflow exploding from his body became more powerful, and from a distance it looked like a super Saiyan transformation.

With a burst of power, Yang Jian seized the initiative and his attack was faster than the witch's double whips. The three-pointed, double-edged sword broke through the whip net defense and went straight to the witch's heart.

The witch was ultimately a step too slow, and the three-pointed knife pierced through her chest. Yang Jian twisted the handle of the knife, and was about to spin the blade to crush the witch's body, but when he exerted his strength, the handle did not move at all. Looking closely, he found that the blade that pierced through her chest was stuck in the hole that had been poked out of her chest.

At the moment when the trident entered her body, the witch's chest split open on its own, and the opening was full of fangs, as if it had opened its mouth waiting for the trident to enter.

The tip of the knife passed through the gap, and the fangs immediately closed and bit the blade tightly, restraining Yang Jian's weapon in this strange way.

Yang Jian has experienced countless battles in his life and has fought against all kinds of strange monsters, but even the monsters followed the laws of certain creatures, such as growing one or two extra arms or moving like wild beasts.

It was the first time he encountered such an unreasonable monster. The appearance of the female moth body was a complete illusion. The head was not a head, the limbs were not limbs, and the mouth was not a mouth.

His entire body was like a ball of dough, which could be shaped at will. It was even more bizarre than his body transformation technique of the Eight-Nine Profound Art.

His transformation at least has a template reference, but the witch's transformation is completely unpredictable and the more you watch, the lower your sanity value becomes.

The moment the three-pointed knife was stuck, Yang Jian's body froze and he was hit by countless whip blades. Even though he had a body of iron and copper skin due to the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, he was still chopped to sparks and countless shallow cuts were left on his naked upper body muscles.

Although the blade was shallow, the number of cuts was too large. The feeling of being cut into pieces was indeed too much for a war god who had not been scratched for tens of thousands of years.

Yang Jian couldn't bear the pain any longer, and with a scream, he pulled back and flew towards Jinzha and Muzha who came to support him.

(End of this chapter)