Chapter 732: Taste the power of my shot!
When Jun Yijue saw the scene in front of him, his expression remained calm and he seemed exceptionally calm and composed.
He moved his right hand slightly, and a divine sword emitting cold light and a divine fan emitting a mysterious aura appeared in his hands.
He handed the magic sword to Lu Yanchen, and at the same time handed the magic fan to Chu Moxiao, and solemnly instructed:
"Brother Cousin, Senior Brother Chu, these two weapons are divine tools with extraordinary power. You must use them well. Today's battle is of great importance, so you must be extra careful!"
Lu Yanchen reached out to take the magic sword, and in an instant, he felt a surge of powerful force like a flood bursting through a dam, rushing madly into his body along his arm holding the hilt of the sword.
The power was so strong that his eyes widened suddenly, and his face was filled with unbelievable surprise and deep shock.
He couldn't help but blurt out: "This... this power is so strong! It seems to be able to destroy the world!"
On the other side, Chu Moxiao carefully took the fan.
He waved the fan gently, and suddenly, an extremely sharp gust of wind blew out, sweeping forward like a storm.
After feeling the tremendous energy contained in the fan, Chu Moxiao's heart was also filled with excitement.
"Haha, with the help of this fan, we must let those guys taste our power today!" Chu Moxiao said with a big laugh.
At this time, Ling Ji's ten subordinates saw Jun Yijue and others take out such powerful magic weapons. Without any hesitation, they immediately waved their weapons and rushed towards them.
As they charged, they shouted, "Today, we will let you people from the lower world see how powerful our disciples from the divine world are!"
Facing the aggressive enemy, Jun Yijue was not afraid at all.
He tightly grasped the Cang Qiong Hong Sword in his hand, his eyes revealing determination and courage.
He just flashed and rushed towards six of them as fast as lightning.
After entering the enemy camp, Jun Yijue's posture was agile and flexible, and his movements were smooth and flowing.
The long sword in his hand danced continuously with the movement of his body, and every swing of the sword brought up a dazzling sword light.
The sword light flickered, as dazzling as a meteor across the night sky.
At the same time, every time a sword is swung out, it is accompanied by powerful sword energy. These sword energies intertwine and entangle in the air, forming an impenetrable sword net.
As the sword shadows flashed, the surrounding air seemed unable to withstand this terrifying force and was torn apart, making a series of creepy "sizzling" sounds.
The whole scene was thrilling and frightening.
The six people were caught off guard by Jun Yijue's fierce attack and could only retreat continuously.
Looks of horror appeared on their faces. They obviously had not expected Jun Yijue to possess such terrifying strength.
As they retreated, they shouted, "How is this possible? How can he be so strong?"
On the other side, Mu Xin, Yu Zhiyan, Leng Yue and Lu Ziche were not to be outdone. They exchanged glances with each other and attacked the other three disciples together in tacit understanding.
Mu Xin tightly grasped the Akagi Soul Whip, and the whip seemed to have life in her hands.
She swung the whip with force, and the whip was like a nimble poisonous snake, rapidly shuttling through the air and making bursts of "whoosh" sounds.
Every time the whip fell, it carried a tremendous force, hitting the enemy hard and leaving deep whip marks.
Yu Zhiyan held the Bingpo Liuli Sword in her hand. The sword body was dark blue, and a trace of coldness emanated from it, like ten thousand year old black ice, causing the surrounding air to condense.
When bystanders took a look at it, they felt a chill down their spine.
Yu Zhiyan's eyes were fixed on her opponent, and every time she swung her sword, she was determined.
As the sword danced, an icy and piercing sword energy flew out of the sword, like a sharp blade, instantly cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the air quickly condensed and frost spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered with a layer of crystal ice, flashing a cold light in the dim light.
The dark purple Youfeng sword in Leng Yue's hand had a mysterious dark light flowing on the sword body, as if it was hiding endless secrets.
He was agile and moved freely on the battlefield like a ghost in the dark night.
Every time the sword was swung, the sword body brought up a whistling sound, and the sound of the wind seemed to be mixed with an eerie low hum, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.
Leng Yue's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, staring closely at the enemy's flaws, calculating the timing of the attack in his mind.
The Golden Flame Breaking Wind Spear in Lu Ziche's hand was like a nimble fire snake, with blazing flames wrapped around it, and the tip of the spear was flashing a heart-pounding scorching light.
The tip of the gun flashed a blinding light, so hot that people dared not look directly at it.
"Taste the power of my spear!" Lu Ziche roared, gathered all his strength in his arms, and suddenly exerted force, thrusting the spear forward.
In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, and the blazing flames instantly lit up the surrounding space, as if they were going to turn the world into a sea of fire.
The four of them worked in perfect harmony, as if they were in perfect harmony with each other.
Mu Xin wielded the Akagi Soul Whip, and every time he whipped it, it brought up a gust of wind, which echoed with the attack of Yu Zhiyan's Ice Soul Sword Qi, Leng Yue's Phantom Wind Sword Shadow, and Lu Ziche's Flame Spear.
The attacks of the four were well-coordinated, and for a moment, they were unable to separate themselves from the other three.
On the other side, Lu Yanchen held a divine sword that emitted a mysterious glow, and every time he swung it, it brought up a dazzling sword light.
The sword light contained extremely powerful spiritual power, like a surging torrent, slashing straight towards the enemy.
In contrast, Chu Moxiao lightly held an exquisite and gorgeous divine fan.
He waved the fan slightly, and seemingly without any effort, but an incomparable powerful wind suddenly burst out.
This gust of wind not only successfully blocked the enemy's retreat, but also caused the surrounding air to stir.
At the same time, the wind blades flying out from the fan were like extremely sharp blades, shooting towards the enemy at lightning speed, leaving them with no escape.
Although Lu Yanchen and Chu Moxiao still had injuries that had not yet healed, they relied on the powerful power bestowed by the artifacts in their hands and gradually gained the upper hand in this fierce battle.
On the other hand, Ling Ji and others stood not far away and watched coldly.
Ling Ji folded her hands across her chest, her beautiful face full of disdain.
"Hmph, with what they have, they are nothing more than a desperate struggle of trapped beasts. It won't be long before we can easily take them down." Her tone was cold and her eyes were full of contempt.
In her opinion, the strength of these people from the lower world is far inferior to that of the people from the divine world, and the outcome of this battle has already been determined.
However, as time passed, the battle situation began to slowly deviate from the original expectations of Ling Ji and others.
They originally thought that they had victory in their grasp, but now their faces gradually became gloomy and ugly.
They stared with their eyes wide open, looking at the scene in disbelief - the strength displayed by Jun Yijue and others was far beyond their previous expectations!
Jun Yijue was seen as agile as a ghost, waving the long sword in his hand with a cold light flashing, and the sword became more and more ferocious and sharp.
He fought against six powerful enemies alone, and not only did he not show any intention of retreating, but he became more courageous and more powerful as the battle went on.
The exquisiteness of his swordsmanship is breathtaking. Every thrust of the sword is like lightning across the night sky, accurately and unerringly hitting the enemy's vital parts.