nycdaug Chapter 503: The Battle of Swords and Rain
Chapter 503: The Battle of Swords and Rain
Wu Hen hid in the dark, looking at the wanted figure under the screen, and couldn't help but whistled.
"Tsk tsk, this guy is really brave. He dares to show up so openly even though he's wanted. He's a ruthless person!"
The rain washed the flashing wanted poster on the screen, making Yu Huiqinggong's face flicker.
He was holding an oil-paper umbrella, his expression calm as if he was not involved in the matter, which was in stark contrast to the slightly ferocious photo on the wanted poster.
"Yuhuiqing Palace, how dare you show up here!" The voice of the White God Envoy in oracle robes echoed in the rainy night, with a hint of incredible surprise.
Yuhui Qinggong slowly raised his head, a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "What? Are you afraid that I'll run away? Don't worry, I'm here today just to...reminisce about the past."
"Reminiscing about the past?" The White God Envoy snorted coldly.
"The crimes you have committed are too numerous to list. Today I will bring you back to the Judgment Department to receive the punishment you deserve!"
"Take me back?" Yu Hui Qing Gong seemed to have heard something funny, and his laughter was particularly harsh in the rainy night.
"Just you? Do you think you're still the high and mighty divine messenger you were back then?"
The smell of gunpowder in the air became stronger and stronger, and the rain seemed to carry a hint of chill.
Wu Hen watched with gusto from the side, grumbling inwardly, "It's a shame these two don't go into acting. With their acting skills, the Oscars owe them an Oscar!"
"You..." The White God Envoy Yupao was obviously angered by Yuhui Qinggong's words, and he clenched the long sword in his hand.
Yuhui Qinggong still maintained his calm expression, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Stop talking nonsense, fight if you want to, don't waste time here!"
"Okay! Since you're so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude!"
The corners of Yuhui Qinggong's mouth rose slightly, revealing a strange smile: "Who is rude is still unclear..."
The White God Envoy shouted angrily, and the long sword in his hand shook violently, and an invisible force field spread out instantly!
[Daozai Heart Realm]!
The surrounding rain seemed to be frozen, stagnant in mid-air, forming a strange still picture.
"Oh my god, this guy also has domain skills?"
Wu Hen hid in the shadows, watching the scene before him that looked like a movie special effect, and he raved inwardly, "This skill special effect is definitely worth 50 cents!"
Seeing this, Yuhui Qinggong calmly pulled out a peculiarly shaped scimitar from under his umbrella.
The blade was as black as ink, and the handle was inlaid with a strange blood-red gem.
As the blade was unsheathed, the stagnant rainwater around it seemed to be pulled by some force and instantly exploded, turning into countless tiny water droplets that shot into the air.
"Tsk tsk, this knife is quite interesting." Wu Hen stared at the peculiarly shaped scimitar with his eyes wide open.
"The fourth of the Nine Swords of Huojin? Yubeng? This name is a bit childish, but it looks pretty cool!"
The blades clashed and the rain splashed!
The blade of the White God Envoy's robe was as fast as lightning. Every time it was swung, it made a sound of breaking through the air, making the air buzz.
Yuhui Qinggong's scimitar was like a spirit snake, drawing strange arcs in the air, and each attack accurately blocked the offensive of the White God's Envoy.
The flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers, accompanied by the violent spiritual power of the two men, the center of the fierce battle seemed to have turned into a meat grinder, with gravel flying everywhere and rain flowing back.
Wu Hen looked at the battle in front of him, which was like a special effects blockbuster, and couldn't help but feel excited.
"This is a true fight between gods! Compared to them, those minions I encountered before were nothing but playing house!"
The battle became more and more intense, and the speed of the two men became faster and faster. Only the afterimages of the swords could be seen interweaving in the rain.
Wu Hen felt that his eyes could hardly keep up with their speed, and he could only barely catch a glimpse of the shining sword light.
Wu Hen’s inner monologue: Oh my, this fight is really exciting, but I’m too small to join in.
Let me see the situation first. When they are both defeated, I will consider whether to take advantage of the opportunity, hehe!
Suddenly, Wu Hen felt a strange gaze staring at him. It felt like being stared at by a poisonous snake, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
"Here it comes again!" He frowned and looked around, but found nothing.
"No, we can't wait any longer!" Wu Hen was anxious. "If we wait any longer, I'm afraid they'll all be done fighting, and I won't even be able to drink any soup!"
He risked his life to mobilize the little spiritual power left in his body and quickly sketched out a strange pattern in his mind.
A subtle humming sound was heard in the air, and a summoning circle flashing with strange light quietly appeared.
"I hope it will succeed this time!" Wu Hen held his breath and injected all his spiritual power into the magic circle. At the same time, he felt that chilling gaze again.
The light dissipated, and a graceful figure appeared in front of Wu Hen.
Her red hair was like fire, her eyes were like water, and a hint of doubt appeared on her beautiful face: "You...finally...summoned me?"
The appearance of a beauty is like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, instantly causing huge waves.
She stepped barefoot on the slippery ground, each step carrying an amazing sense of power.
The fiery red hair fluttered in the rain like a burning flame, forming a sharp contrast with the cold and rainy night around it.
Wu Hen looked at Hong Yan's sexy figure, his mouth almost watering, and he thought to himself: "Fuck, this figure and this beauty are simply superb! I've definitely made a killing on this summon!"
While carefully avoiding that mysterious gaze, he communicated with Hongyan with his mind: "Hongyan, come on! Beat up that guy in the white robe!"
Hongyan did not respond to Wu Hen. Her eyes were only on the white robe of the envoy in the distance.
She bent her knees slightly, exerted force suddenly, and her petite body rushed towards the White God Envoy's robe like an arrow from a bow with an indomitable momentum.
"What is that?!" The White God Envoy in Yupao was startled when he saw a red shadow approaching at a high speed, and subconsciously held the long sword in his hand across his body.
Hongyan's speed was extremely fast, and she arrived in front of the White God's Envoy in the blink of an eye.
She didn't use any weapons, but just threw a punch.
This punch may seem ordinary, but it contains the power to split mountains and rocks.
There was an explosion in the air, shaking the surrounding rain.
The White God Envoy in the robe felt the huge pressure coming towards him, and his face instantly became solemn.
He had no time to think about it and could only use all his spiritual power to try to resist Hongyan's sudden attack.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, Hongyan's fist slammed hard on the long sword of the White God Envoy's robe.
The violent power erupted in an instant, and the body of the White God Envoy in Oracle Robe flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall not far away heavily, creating a big hole.
Stones from the wall flew everywhere, and dust flew everywhere.
"Fuck, this girl is so fierce!" Wu Hen hid in the dark, looking at the amazing scene in front of him, and was dumbfounded.
"Such strength, such speed, it's simply a humanoid Gundam! My summoning technique is simply supernatural!"
Yuhui Qinggong was obviously shocked by this sudden change. The scimitar in his hand stopped in mid-air. He looked up and down at Hongyan, trying to find some clues from her.
Hongyan succeeded in her attack, but did not pursue the victory. Instead, she slowly turned her head and glanced in the direction of Wu Hen. There seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction in the depths of her eyes.
She then fixed her gaze on the White God's Envoy's robe again, as if she were looking at prey, and the fighting spirit in her eyes grew stronger.
The battle instantly became two against one.
"What's going on?" Just when everyone was surprised, Hongyan suddenly raised her fist without warning and swung it towards the White Envoy's robe again. Seeing this, Yuhui Qinggong retreated decisively.