Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 226 You also take my sword

Li Wuchang knew that if he couldn't take down Shen Yun as soon as possible, the consequences would be disastrous. Once the effect of the drug wore off, he would be extremely weak, and by then, he would probably be at the mercy of others.

Thinking of this, Li Wuchang's eyes became even more sinister. He stared at Shen Yun, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

He gritted his teeth and swore in his heart that he would defeat Shen Yun in this limited time no matter what, no matter how much it cost. But Shen Yun remained calm, as if he didn't take Li Wuchang's threat seriously at all, which made Li Wuchang's anger even stronger, and he held the sword in his hand tighter, ready to launch a more fierce attack.

Shen Yun glanced at Li Wuchang, but did not take his words to heart. Instead, he said, "I just took your sword, and now you take mine too."

Li Wuchang's face suddenly became extremely sinister, and that twisted expression seemed to be able to drip water. He said viciously: "Come on, I'm not afraid of you." His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of hostility and unwillingness.

At this moment, Li Wuchang was like a ferocious wolf, his eyes fixed on Shen Yun opposite him. His eyeballs seemed to be frozen, motionless, and there was a cold light flashing in his eyes like a cold blade, and that light revealed a strong sense of hostility and determination.

After this long and fierce battle, the only damage Shen Yun brought to him was the palm strike that was so powerful that it could not be underestimated.

Because of this, in Li Wuchang's stubborn cognition, Shen Yun's defense is just okay. Strong defense does not mean that Shen Yun's attack is also strong enough to be feared. After all, in his opinion, few people can really take into account both offense and defense. It is not easy to get one of the two.

It was precisely because of this understanding that he did not feel any deep worry about the sword that Shen Yun was about to swing.

In his narrow perspective, he had enough strength and confidence to deal with it calmly. He pursed his lips tightly, and his resolute face was full of confidence and arrogance, as if everything was under his control.

The long sword in his hand seemed to sense his determination, and the sword trembled slightly, making a subtle hum, as if responding to his fearlessness. He straightened his spine, standing like a pine tree, exuding an indomitable aura, completely ignoring Shen Yun's upcoming attack, just waiting for Shen Yun to make a move so that he could give him a head-on blow.

He held the sword tightly in his hand, as if he was secretly accumulating strength. His body leaned forward slightly, ready to attack at any time, like a wolf ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

After Shen Yun finished speaking, his expression instantly became extremely focused and cold.

He held the shining cold sword tightly in his right hand, and swung his arm violently. The sword drew a sharp arc in the air, bringing up a sharp sound of wind. Then, countless spiritual powers like surging tides rushed out from his body and poured madly into the sword.

A vast and endless spiritual power surged through the sword like a surging river, shining with brilliant light, as if giving the Jinghong sword a coat of mysterious and powerful light that was so powerful that it made people's heart frightened.

Shen Yun's face was grim, and he swung his arm suddenly. The Jinghong Sword seemed to be endowed with a living soul, and it danced wantonly in the vast void. The sword shadow was hazy and dreamlike. Every swing carried unparalleled domineering power and mighty power. The powerful energy stirred the surrounding air, causing layers of visible ripples to appear, spreading out like waves.

At the same time, above Shen Yun's head, the blue lotus that had already appeared faintly began to rotate slowly at a seemingly slow but strangely stable speed. The petals of the blue lotus gradually spread out as if blown by the spring breeze, becoming larger and clearer, and each petal seemed to contain endless mysteries.

The light it emitted became more and more dazzling, like a bright star descending to the earth. In an instant, it doubled in size again, and the light almost illuminated the entire space.

At this moment, Shen Yun's eyes revealed a resolute and killing intent. He shouted loudly, poured all his strength into the Jinghong Sword, and then thrust forward fiercely.

At that moment, the green lotus on Shen Yun's head seemed to be suddenly activated by a mysterious force, and in an instant it burst out with a dazzling light that was so brilliant and dazzling, like a miniature sun. Then, the light intertwined and gathered into a stream of light that seemed to be real, with an unstoppable and sharp momentum, and it rushed towards Li Wuchang at an incredible speed like an arrow from a bow.

Li Wuchang saw this scene, and a strong shock and horror flashed across his eyes. His face became extremely solemn, and even fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. He did not dare to be negligent, and hurriedly concentrated his energy with all his strength, frantically drawing the mighty giant sword above his head. The giant sword shone with a breathtaking light, as if it contained endless pressure. With his thoughts driving it, the giant sword carried a terrifying force that seemed to be able to destroy the world and mountains, and fiercely slashed at the whistling green lotus with the momentum of creating the world.

The green lotus was like a stream of brilliant light with a long tail flame, with a resolute attitude that almost destroyed everything, rushing towards Li Wuchang with a thunderous force. The giant sword was also extremely majestic, with an unstoppable might and domineering aura, rushing towards the green lotus like a towering mountain. The two collided in mid-air, and in an instant, it seemed as if the whole world was shaking, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was cracking, and a deafening and heart-shattering loud noise broke out. This loud noise reverberated between heaven and earth like rolling thunder, and the powerful energy fluctuations were like surging and boundless waves, stirring in all directions, and the air seemed to be twisted and torn wherever it passed.

In this extremely fierce collision, Li Wuchang only felt an irresistible terrifying force like a raging torrent sweeping towards him. This force was so strong that he had no time to react, and his body was involuntarily knocked back like a fallen leaf. During the backward flight, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of scarlet blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and the blood swayed in the air in a shocking arc. The whole person drew a long, miserable arc in the air like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound, stirring up a cloud of dust that covered the sky and the sun. For a moment, the flying sand and rocks made it almost impossible to see the scene in front of you.