Lang Fan Yun brandished his sword radiance fiercely, attacking with the montum of heaven and earth, causing vast torrents of rain to envelop and explosively assault Jiang Dali’s entire body.
Jiang Dali roared mightily, his voice thundering like a bolt from the blue, shaking doors and windows, walls, bricks, and tiles... All emitted terrifying trembles, as if suddenly leaping from the ground into the air.
With a strike of his palms, it was as if two great mountains crashed together with a thunderous boom, compressing the air until it burst in a sharp wave, like a saber qi exploding in an oblique cross-section, fiercely tearing through the curtain of rain and sword light, even leaving a wound on Lang Fan Yun’s body.
The figures of the three combatants flitted back and forth.
Sword cries resounded like dragon roars, collisions like thunderclaps.
Successive booming sounds like rapid-fire cannon burst forth, with screeching qi force cutting through the air, one could feel the terrible lethality contained within.
On ordinary days, players from Xi City could only witness such battles on the Jianghu Forum.
Never before had they beheld such a sight with their own eyes.
All watched in stunned silence.
Before their eyes, all were flashes of lightning-like sword light and Jiang Dali’s body, imposing like thunder rolling across the sky, sweeping thousands of army with his bulletproof stature, making them forget to exclaim their usual catchphrase "Shit."
But they saw the ground being plowed open like an explosion under the clashing of the three.
It was like two bolts of lightning intertwined with a peal of thunder, causing the surrounding rainwater to shatter into vast expanses of white mist.
One could only vaguely see three fast-interchanging, blurred figures within the rain mist.
A repressive and terrifying aura accumulated more and more from the most massive and imposing figure, growing denser and denser.
As if with the prolongation of the battle, the Black Wind Village Chief was accumulating a terrifying montum, every move stirring up the Qi waves, rolling back the curtain of rain and exploding it, like the god of the storm’s descent.
Even though Lang Fan Yun and Yan Jing’an were joining forces, exhausting all their power of heaven and earth, they could only manage to hold their own.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sounds of wild thunderous rumbling seed to rise from the earth itself.
Lang Fan Yun and Yan Jing’an in the midst of the fray felt the pressure intensify.
Each strike, each move from Jiang Dali contained boundless and fierce massive force, bending their longswords into alarming curves.
Especially Yan Jing’an, being the weaker in power, nearly suffered to the point of vomiting blood, feeling like his internal organs were about to shift from the shock.
Only Lang Fan Yun still managed, relying on a power of heaven and earth double that of Jiang Dali’s, to resist strenuously.
However, at this mont, both of them felt they could not easily extricate themselves.
For at this mont, every move, every stance of Jiang Dali was beginning to emit a terrifying suction force, causing the surrounding air to be drawn toward his body, condensing into a viscous environnt like thick porridge, preventing them from easily withdrawing, and even making their attacks and defenses increasingly difficult.
In the eyes of the surrounding players.
The three originally swift interweaving figures gradually beca clear.
Especially the figures of Lang Fan Yun and Yan Jing’an, like two little birds caught in a storm, gradually about to be torn to shreds by the hurricane, their blood bars trembling violently.
Jiang Dali’s every move was like the deepening thunder growing louder, seemingly about to break free from the dense clouds, tear apart the layers, and liberate itself.
And when that ti ca, the outco would surely be the clouds scattering and breaking apart.
Whether it was Jiang Dali, Lang Fan Yun, or Yan Jing’an, all were aware of this.
This situation brought different feelings to all three.
Jiang Dali felt that in such an intense battle, his use of the Heavenly Pond Strange Hero Version of Absorption Skill beca increasingly proficient, giving birth to many new enlightennts.
Yan Jing’an, however, felt as if he had returned to the status of his forr confrontation with Demon Master Pang Ban, foretelling failure from the very first move.
Lang Fan Yun, on the other hand, thought of the powerlessness at the ti of his wife’s passing, just like the westward flowing waters of Dongting Lake, refusing to be altered by his will.
Life passes in the blink of an eye, with gains and losses, all returning to the dust. Like Xi Xi’s unparalleled beauty, wasn’t it reduced to white bones as well?
However, he was far from being such a compliant man.
He let out a clear whistle, his wrist vibrating slightly, the swordplay fluid like water, unfettered by the existing rules, seemingly casual but covertly containing profound mysteries.
Instantly, Sword Radiance surged and twinkled, stunning to the heart.
The Rain Covering Sword suddenly erupted with boundless Sword Qi, striking the air, rging into the formidable four Zhang stature of heaven and earth, with the first explosive release of the Yang God Power.
Unlike the Yang God Power unleashed by the old eunuch.
The Yang God Power of Lang Fan Yun was like the early sun suddenly rising above the surface of Dongting Lake, gentle yet vast and unstoppable.
And like waves, growing layer by layer, stronger and stronger, like the sun climbing the sky, the higher it rose, the fiercer the sunlight beca.
"Lang Fan Yun, you are indeed soone whom Pang Ban regards as a tough opponent," Jiang Dali’s eyes flashed sharply as he shouted, crossing his arms and clenching them fiercely.
The lines of his muscles rose like a set of steel bars suddenly protruding.
Boom! —
The Golden Bell Qi Shield swelled out, fiercely colliding with the terrifying oncoming Yang God Sword Qi.
Hiss Hiss Hiss —
The ground was instantly cut into countless tiny mud spots bursting open.
The Golden Bell Qi Shield trembled wildly on the brink of shattering.
Lang Fan Yun’s eyes glead brightly like the early morning sun, as the power of the Yang God poured fiercely, his wrist flicking continuously, his figure passing through.
The Sword Rain burst forth in a flash, as if composing a beautiful pattern, resembling the sceneries of Dongting Lake, misty rain, small bridges over flowing rivers, exceedingly beautiful, poetic and picturesque.
"Born in Dongting, grown in Dongting, die in Dongting..."
This sword fully unleashed the might of Lang Fan Yun’s Extre Love Sword.
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