books44 Chapter 484
Chapter 484
The woman holding the whip's face changed, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes. "You are a fool, stop talking nonsense! We came here to follow His guidance, how can you slander us?"
As she spoke, she swung the whip in her hand violently, and a black energy wave shot towards Feixiao along the trajectory of the whip. Wherever the energy wave passed, the air seemed to be corroded, making a sizzling sound.
Fei Xiao was well prepared. She flashed and disappeared in a shadow. The black energy wave hit the place where she was originally standing, instantly corroding a big hole in the ground and splashing gravel.
"Is that all you can do? And you still want to show off in front of us." Feixiao's voice came from another direction. When she appeared again, she had circled to the side of the woman with the whip and attacked the other party with the weapon in her hand. The speed was so fast that it brought up a whistling sound in the wind.
Seeing this, the woman with the whip raised the corners of her mouth slightly and revealed a disdainful smile.
She twisted her waist suddenly, and her body avoided Feixiao's attack with an extremely strange flexibility. At the same time, the whip in her hand wrapped around Feixiao's weapon like a spirit snake.
The green gem on the whip shone brightly, and the power of abundance spread along the whip, trying to corrode Feixiao's weapon and her body.
"Taste the power of abundance!" the woman with the whip shouted triumphantly. She pulled the whip hard, trying to pull Feixiao towards herself. At the same time, her other hand slapped a green palm of light towards Feixiao. The palm of light was surrounded by strange vine patterns, exuding a dangerous aura.
Feixiao felt the corrosive force coming from the weapon and frowned slightly, but she was not panicked.
She suddenly exerted force with her legs and spun in the air, trying to break free from the whip.
At the same time, she concentrated her energy in her fist and slapped an energy shock towards the whip wrapped around the weapon, colliding with the green palm of light.
With a loud "bang", a powerful energy wave erupted from the intersection of the two, shaking the surrounding ruins and debris into pieces.
Feixiao used the impact force to break free from the whip, took a few steps back, and landed steadily on the ground.
"Don't think you can succeed easily." Fei Xiao looked at the enemy with a determined gaze. She knew very well that these remnants of the Abundance People were extremely difficult to deal with, especially the power of abundance they possessed, which was like countless poisonous thorns hidden in the dark. If one was not careful, one would be stabbed hard and fall into an irretrievable situation.
They are not much worse than Hu Lei, Fei Xiao thought to himself, remembering Hu Lei's cunning and ruthless methods. These remnants of the Fengcuo people in front of him also have thousands of years of long history as their foundation. Although they have not achieved such a fearsome existence as Lingshi, they are definitely not characters that can be easily dealt with.
The passage of years has allowed them to accumulate rich combat experience, and they have become extremely skilled in the use of the power of abundance. Every move they make is accompanied by unpredictable changes, like a fog that seems clear but actually hides a mystery.
On the other side, the battle between Jingliu and the woman holding a dagger has entered a white-hot stage.
The Zhili Sword in Jingliu's hand seemed to turn into the master of ice and snow as she danced, and the sword skills she displayed reduced the temperature around her to an extremely low level.
Every time the sword was swung, it seemed to carry the chill of winter. The cold sword energy quickly condensed in the air, leaving clearly visible ice marks.
Those ice marks are like exquisite works of art, crystal clear yet emitting a biting chill that can freeze everything in the world at that moment.
However, the woman holding the dagger was no ordinary person. Her speed was also extremely fast, and her figure was as erratic as a ghost.
She moved freely between the ice marks with a light body, but the dagger in her hand flashed a chilling cold light, and every time she stabbed towards Jingliu, it was filled with fierce murderous intent.
The runes on the dagger were shining brightly, and that light seemed to have a bewitching power that made people feel dizzy and their vision blurred at a glance.
"You people from Xianzhou are too naive. You think you can stop us? The power of abundance is invincible." The woman holding the dagger shouted while attacking. Her voice was sharp and piercing, like nails scratching on glass, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Her eyes were filled with madness, an extreme fanaticism that came from a blind worship of the power of abundance. Driven by this fanaticism, her every move became more ferocious, the dagger in her hand was wielded more and more rapidly, and her offensive was like a tide, one wave after another, not giving Jing Liu any chance to breathe.
Jing Liu snorted coldly, her cold voice revealing undisguised contempt and disdain, "The power of abundance brings only destruction, we will definitely stop you lunatics." Her cold face remained calm, but her eyes became sharper, and the sword moves in her hand suddenly accelerated. For a moment, the icy sword energy shot towards the woman holding the dagger like a downpour.
Each sword energy contained powerful spiritual power. When the spiritual power gathered together, it seemed as if a surging glacier was formed. With the momentum of destroying the world, it completely suppressed the crazy enemy in front of him and prevented her from causing any more trouble.
The icy sword energy broke through her defense and hit her body hard, instantly freezing her feet to the ground.
The icy force quickly spread along her legs, and in the blink of an eye, her legs were wrapped in a thick layer of ice, like two ice sculptures, unable to move.
Seeing this, Jing Liu kept moving her hands, and two strange ice swords quickly appeared in her palms.
This ice sword is different from ordinary weapons. The sword body is crystal clear and there seems to be energy flowing inside, like a flowing galaxy.
The moment the ice sword took shape, Jing Liu flashed and rushed forward like a ghost, stabbing the ice sword in his hand fiercely into the ribs on both sides of the woman's back.
The moment the ice sword pierced in, there was a slight "puff" sound, and the woman's body suddenly stiffened, and then an expression of extreme pain appeared on her face.
She opened her eyes wide, and the madness in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by endless fear and despair.
As the energy from the ice sword invaded her body, her body began to tremble uncontrollably. The strength she had originally tried to struggle and resist seemed to be drained away in an instant. She collapsed to the ground in an instant, and the dagger in her hand fell to the side with a clang. She had lost the ability to resist.
Jing Liu stood aside expressionlessly, looking coldly at the woman who collapsed on the ground, still holding the ice sword tightly in his hand, always alert to whether the other party had the strength to counterattack. At the same time, he was also prepared to deal with other enemies. After all, the battle was far from over and there were still dangers everywhere.
The battle between Huai Yan and the man with the machete also entered a white-hot stage.
Huai Yan's flames were like a raging sea of fire, enveloping the surrounding area in high temperatures.
But the man holding the machete was not afraid at all. Every time he swung the machete, strange flowers would bloom from the machete. These flowers were not burned in the flames, but absorbed the energy of the flames and became more colorful.
"Old man, your fire is useless to me." The man holding the machete laughed and rushed towards Huai Yan. The flower on the machete sprayed out more poisonous thorns and shot towards Huai Yan.
Huai Yan frowned, and he quickly formed seals with his hands. Then a huge firebird appeared in the flames. The firebird spread its wings and pounced towards the stinger and the man holding the machete.
Wherever the firebird went, the poisonous stingers that were originally shot towards Huai Yan were instantly engulfed in the high-temperature flames.
The stinger made a sizzling sound under the burning flames, just like ice and snow falling into a boiling oil pan, quickly burned to ashes and dissipated into the air, leaving only wisps of pungent black smoke.
The man holding the machete felt the strong pressure coming towards him, and the arrogance on his face finally subsided a little. He tried to raise the machete to resist, but the power of the firebird was too strong, and his body was involuntarily pushed backwards.
The moment the Firebird got close, the flames on its body exploded violently as if it had received some kind of command.
With a loud bang, flames shot up into the sky and exploded in the ruins.
The powerful energy wave produced by the explosion spread violently in all directions with the Firebird as the center. The endless flames were like a surging tide, instantly engulfing the man holding the machete and wrapping him tightly.
The man's figure was instantly engulfed in the raging fire, and only a vague outline could be seen struggling in the flames.
The flames licked his body, and his clothes began to burn rapidly, emitting a burnt smell. His originally arrogant roar was drowned out by the sea of fire, and only painful groans were heard from the flames from time to time. This scene seemed to be the retribution for his arrogance, and he fell into a desperate situation that he could hardly escape from.
After the raging flames gradually died down, the area that was originally engulfed by the sea of fire was left with only a charred and desolate scene.
The ground was covered with black marks from burns, with some places still retaining tiny sparks, which flickered a few times in the breeze before completely disappearing, transforming into wisps of green smoke that rose up.
The man holding the machete had lost his previous arrogance and arrogance. He collapsed to the ground, curled up into a ball, as weak and powerless as a wounded beast.
His clothes were burned to tatters, with charred strips of cloth hanging on his body, and wisps of green smoke coming out from time to time.
The exposed skin was covered with marks of burns, with large areas of shocking burns and swelling. Some places even had horrible blisters. When the blisters burst, turbid liquid flowed out, mixed with burnt flesh and skin, emitting a disgusting burnt smell.
The machete in his hand also fell to the side. The machete that originally emitted a strange light was now dim, as if it had lost all its power. The strange flowers on it had long since turned to ashes under the high temperature of the flames, leaving only some charred residue attached to the blade.
He could have healed himself, but he used all his energy to defend against Huai Yan's attack, and he had no extra energy to support him in healing himself.
At this time, the battle on Feixiao's side became more and more intense. The man holding the spear saw his companions fall one by one, and his anger and anxiety grew stronger. He waved the spear in his hand like a windmill, bringing up gusts of whistling wind.
The lightning on the spear surged wildly, and thick streaks of lightning meandered towards Feixiao like spirit snakes. Wherever they passed, the air was crackling with electricity, and a faint smell of burning filled the air.
Feixiao's body was agile, like a flying swallow flying through a storm.
Relying on her extreme speed, she continued to dodge cleverly between lightning strikes, narrowly avoiding the fatal attacks each time.
Her eyes were sharp and calm. While dodging, she found the right moment and rushed towards the enemy. The double-edged axe in her hand turned into a cold light and slashed towards the abdomen of the man with the spear. The attack was fast and fierce. If it hit the target, it would definitely seriously injure the opponent.
The man with the spear was shocked when he saw this, and quickly held the spear horizontally, trying to block Feixiao's fierce attack.
With a loud "clang", dazzling sparks burst out from the place where the weapons intersected, and the powerful impact force caused Feixiao and the man to take a few steps back.
Feixiao used the force of retreating to flip lightly in the air and landed steadily on the ground.
On Jing Yuan's side, the woman holding the whip had gone crazy at this moment. Her eyes were red and the whip in her hand was like an angry black dragon, twisting and whipping in the air.