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Wei Changxuan's words still echoed in the air, and in an instant, the once tranquil mountain forest in front seemed to be shrouded in an evil curtain.
Thick, inky black fog rose from the ground and spread at an alarming speed, completely obscuring the view in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, countless dark figures surged out from all directions like a tidal wave, and the air was instantly filled with a pungent, bloody stench.
The glint of swords and the shadows of blades appeared and disappeared in the black mist, weaving together a chilling scene. An intense killing intent swept over, making it hard to breathe.
"There's an ambush!"
Baili Dongjun reacted extremely quickly, his cold shout resounding like a great bell, causing the surrounding air to tremble.
At the same time, the longsword at his waist was drawn like a dragon emerging from the sea, its chilling sword aura carrying powerful internal force as it swept out.
Wherever it went, trees were cut in half, and the nearby assassins from the Dark River were so shocked by the sword energy that they coughed up blood and were sent flying backward.
Yueyao was equally unyielding; the slender sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, like a sliver of moonlight in the cold night.
With a slight flick of her wrist, a chilling aura emanated from the sword.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into frost and swept towards the surrounding enemies.
Those assassins touched by the frost were instantly immobilized, their bodies frozen into ice sculptures, their faces still bearing the expression of terror.
Sikong Changfeng, on the other hand, moved with agility, leaping up like a nimble cheetah.
The jade fan in his hand flew rapidly, each wave creating a strong gust of wind.
The strong wind, like a sharp blade, howled and rushed towards the assassins in the dark river, forcing them all back.
However, it is clear that the Dark River came with careful planning and preparation.
From the crowd, several powerful experts of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm slowly emerged. Their steps were steady, and their eyes revealed confidence and ruthlessness.
One of them let out a cold laugh, the sound echoing eerily in the black mist:
"Baili Dongjun, today you have stepped into our trap, so don't even think about arriving at Tianqi alive!"
This is where you will meet your end!
Wei Changxuan witnessed all of this, a slight smile playing on his lips, forming a confident arc:
"It seems that these frogs in a well need to be shown what true (bhei) Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm strength is."
Having said that, he raised his hand and waved it gently. The Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword, which had been hovering behind him, seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force.
It instantly flew into the air, with arcs of electricity flashing around its blade and emitting a buzzing sound.
In an instant, the once clear sky suddenly changed color, and thick thunderclouds rapidly gathered from all directions, enveloping the entire battlefield.
Streaks of lightning streaked through the clouds, like angry dragons poised to pounce.
"boom--!"
With a deafening roar, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket, carrying earth-shattering power, descended from the sky and struck precisely into the group of assassins in the Dark River.
Instantly, sparks flew everywhere, and several assassins were blasted into charred remains by the lightning bolt, filling the air with the smell of burning.
Seeing this, the nine-tailed fox princess also unleashed her ultimate technique.
Her nine tails stretched out at the same time, each tail radiating a mesmerizing light.
Immediately afterwards, she chanted incantations, and foxfire surged forth from her palms.
In an instant, they transformed into a sky full of shooting stars, carrying intense heat and powerful impact as they flew precisely toward the enemy.
The assassins struck by the foxfire let out miserable screams as their bodies gradually turned to ashes under the burning flames.
Chapter 289 Sikong Changfeng's Shock and Admiration!
Jiang Fang, wielding two swords, nimbly charged into the enemy ranks.
Her twin swords moved with lightning speed, displaying the Purple Lightning Startling Swan Sword Technique to its fullest extent.
Each flash of her blade was accompanied by the screams of her enemies, who fell one after another to the ground, their blood staining the earth beneath their feet.
Not to be outdone, Vinina rapidly charged her laser cannon, its muzzle flashing with a blue light.
With a roar, she pressed the fire button, and a powerful laser beam shot out instantly.
Wherever it went, rocks crumbled and enemies were blown to pieces by this powerful force.
Yao Rao moved through the enemy ranks like a ghost, her figure appearing and disappearing in the black mist, making her unpredictable.
The soft sword in his hand was like a nimble venomous snake, each strike accurately hitting the enemy's vital points.
The enemy's meridians were severed under the attack of the soft sword, and he collapsed to the ground in agony, struggling.
The assassins in the Dark River had never seen such terrifying combat power before, and their confident expressions were instantly replaced by fear.
Faced with this powerful attack, their defenses collapsed rapidly, and they were routed in an instant, fleeing in all directions.
Upon witnessing this scene, the leading expert from the Heavenly Realm turned deathly pale.
His eyes were filled with shock and fear, and he cried out in a trembling voice:
"Who...who are you people? And why do you possess such formidable strength?"
Wei Changxuan sneered, his laughter filled with disdain: "Us? We're here to destroy you."
Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot like a black lightning bolt.
The next second, he appeared in front of the Heavenly Realm expert, and the Thunder Tribulation Wood Sword pierced through the man's chest without mercy.
The expert at the Heavenly Realm stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.
He then slowly collapsed, ending this brief but intense battle.
The battle ended very quickly, as if it were just a brief nightmare.
The once noisy battlefield fell silent instantly, leaving only the rustling of the wind through the trees and the lingering smell of blood in the air.
The smoke of battle slowly dissipated, leaving a faint smell of burning and blood in the air.
Baili Dongjun's expression was complex. He raised his hand and steadily sheathed his longsword, his movements fluid and natural.
Asking for flowers
But his gaze was fixed on Wei Changxuan, and at this moment, his eyes held an undisguised look of awe.
He took a small step forward, his tone tinged with inquiry and感慨, and said:
"Brother Wei, that thunderous strike just now was incredibly powerful. Such strength..."
It has probably already transcended the realm of ordinary Heavenly Realm beings, hasn't it?
Baili Dongjun was quite knowledgeable in the martial arts world, but the power that Wei Changxuan had just displayed still shocked him.
Sikong Changfeng, his face full of excitement, quickly approached Wei Changxuan.
His eyes sparkled, and he gestured excitedly with his hands, saying:
"Brother Wei, your lightning magic is absolutely amazing!"
Those bolts of lightning that just struck sent those guys from the Dark River scrambling for their lives. It was so satisfying!
Could you teach me? Even just a little bit would be helpful!
Sikong Changfeng was naturally free-spirited and unrestrained, and he was naturally filled with longing for such a powerful and cool technique.
Wei Changxuan remained calm, a faint smile on his face. He slowly raised his hand and put away the Thunder Tribulation Wood Sword, his movements unhurried and deliberate...
Chapter 290 Li Changsheng Accepts a Disciple!
Once the sword was safely sheathed, Wei Changxuan spoke, his tone calm and indifferent:
"Brother Sikong, the cultivation of thunder magic is not something that can be achieved overnight; there are countless difficulties and obstacles involved."
It needs to lay a solid foundation and temper its physique before it can withstand the powerful force of thunder magic.
If one's foundation is unstable, rashly engaging in cultivation will only backfire and may even endanger oneself.
"If Brother Sikong is truly interested, we can sit down and discuss it properly another day when we have some free time."
The words "707" not only objectively described the difficulty of cultivating thunder magic, but also gave Sikong Changfeng a glimmer of hope.
After packing their belongings and making some preparations, the group continued their journey towards Tianqi City.
Along the way, the guards of Snowmoon City whispered among themselves and occasionally stole glances at Wei Changxuan and his group.
Their eyes were filled with amazement, admiration, and curiosity. The strength that Wei Changxuan and his companions had displayed in the previous battle had broadened the guards' horizons.
They whispered among themselves, filled with curiosity about Wei Changxuan and the others' origins, techniques, and experiences, but too in awe to dare to approach and ask.
And so, the group traveled day and night, enduring several days of hardship.
On this day, as the sky began to lighten, a magnificent and towering city appeared in the distance.
The tall and majestic city walls of Tianqi City gradually became clear in the morning light.
It is like a sleeping dragon, lying across the earth, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.
As they drew closer, they could clearly see the bustling crowds coming and going in front of the city gate.
The cries of vendors, the laughter of pedestrians, and the rumble of horse-drawn carriages mingled together, creating a bustling scene of everyday life.
However, as soon as they approached the city gate, they keenly sensed an unusual atmosphere.
The city gates, which were usually sparsely guarded, were now guarded several times more than usual.
They were dressed in heavy armor, carrying long spears, their expressions wary, their eyes constantly scanning the passersby, as if searching for some dangerous element.
This unusual state of alertness stirred a sense of unease in everyone, and they subconsciously slowed their pace.
They exchanged a meaningful glance, as if an unknown challenge awaited them ahead.
As dusk fell, the afterglow shone on the ancient city walls, and Baili Dongjun and his entourage slowly made their way toward the city gate.
Baili Dongjun frowned slightly, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes beneath his sword-like brows, and a bad premonition inexplicably welled up in his heart.
He stopped, turned to look at the crowd behind him, and said with a grave expression, "Something seems amiss. Everyone must proceed with extreme caution and not let our guard down."
Everyone nodded in agreement, tacitly suppressing the aura emanating from their bodies.
As if blending into the bustling crowd, without revealing a trace of brilliance, they slowly walked into the city with the surging crowd.
As soon as you step through the city gate, you are greeted by the bustling sounds of the marketplace.
The teahouses along the street were packed with people, who were chatting animatedly in small groups.