The sword formation spun, wrapped the group of people up, and darted deep into the void gale. The surrounding area was filled with raging hurricanes. The star power, which seemed to be tangible, was twisted by the hurricane, transforming into countless dazzling light streams, sweeping across the surrounding area.
Every single moment, hundreds of millions of light streams would fiercely bump against each other in the air, causing sky-shaking, earth-shaking booms. The light streams would scatter and leave large amounts of splendid aurora in the air. The light was so dazzling that people on the scene would be bathed in colorful light.
Within the dazzling light, Netherworld Priest laughed out loud. He gripped the sword with both of his hands and transformed his body into a dark cloud, swiftly rotating around Fan Hai while ceaselessly hacking down like a heavy rain.
Dong Gong held the jade board in his hands, chuckling and unhurriedly, as if he were an old farmer pounding herbs. He threw the jade board towards Fan Hai randomly, even causing fire sparkles to burst out from Fan Hai's armor, along with large amounts of sparkling spell symbols.
The woman who showed up last was wearing a luxurious long robe, looking like a divine princess. She was incomparably luxurious, but her fighting style was just like the most rugged Senior Magi. She bravely clenched her fists, walked up to Fan Hai, and threw a wave of violent punches towards him.
The three of them were all immeasurably powerful. Together, they beat Fan Hai into a tight corner. No matter how hard he waved the shield with his left hand and the long sword with his right hand, his body was still full of flaws. He staggered and rolled on the ground like a rolling ball.
"Xi Mu!" Abruptly, the woman threw a heavy punch on Fan Hai's face. Blood spurted out from Fan Hai's nose, and he screamed out in rage, "How dare you attack me? Aren't you afraid that I will lead my army and flatten your Xi Mu Palace? "
"Come on!" Xi Mu raised her head and gave a long and resonant shout towards the sky, sounding like a mad tiger or leopard. While yelling, she grabbed Fan Hai's shoulders with both of her hands and lifted him up, violently smashing him towards a floating mountain in the layer of void gale.
This hundred-mile in diameter floating mountain had been strengthened by the void gale for countless years, and was still able to maintain the shape of a mountain without being melted by the void gale. Clearly, this mountain had already been thoroughly tempered, and was extremely hard. Xi Mu grabbed Fan Hai and smashed him towards the mountain. Followed by a thunderous boom, a hundred-zhang in radius hole appeared on the mountain.
Before Fan Hai could stand up and fight back, Ximu rushed up to Fan Hai in one big step, kneeled heavily on Fan Hai's chest with both of her knees.
Kneeling right in front of Fan Hai's chest, Ximu's pair of fists darted out like shooting stars, bringing up countless streams of light and violently smashing on Fan Hai's face. Fan Hai howled hoarsely while a dense stream of black mist spurted out of his body, fending against Ximu's attack. However, Ximu's physical strength was way beyond Fan Hai's imagination. No matter how hard Fan Hai struggled, he couldn't even stand up within a short while.
Boom! After an unknown number of punches, an enormous mountain was shattered into pieces by Ximu's fist power. Fan Hai's body penetrated through the entire mountain and drilled out from the other side of the mountain, his face covered in blood.
"Sim! I will … "Fan Hai crazily wielded his long sword while roaring hoarsely.
He was the Emperor in power of the Nether Moon of the Yu Clan. He was highly experienced, and was much more powerful than Dishi Yanluo, who had just ascended to the throne. Being grabbed and beaten by Ximu like this, although he was protected by a secret treasure and didn't suffer any real injury, this was way too humiliating!
Being grabbed and beaten by a woman like this was way too humiliating! He had lost all of his face!
Fan Hai cursed out in anger. He didn't even care about the dignity of a Yu Clan noble, or the elegance of a noble. Instead, he cursed crazily like a shrew.
However, he had only let out a few curses when Netherworld Priest rushed up and fiercely hacked on Fan Hai's body like a heavy rain. Fire sparkles dazzled in all directions, and a series of cracking noises of spell symbols could be heard without an end. Fan Hai's black heavy armor was torn open one after another.
Dong Gong laughed out loud as well and rushed up. He raised his pair of jade boards and randomly smashed on Fan Hai's body. This seemingly casual attack had actually shattered Fan Hai's armor piece by piece. The pair of jade boards tore Fan Hai's armor apart, shattered his close-fitting long robe, and landed on his deathly pale skin, causing muffled booms.
"The armor is not strong enough!" Dong Gong laughed out loud and said, "Fan Hai, back then, I had fought against your ancestor, Fan Di, for a few times. The Nether God armor worn by him was very strong, and this pair of jade boards of mine couldn't do anything to that armor of his. What? Didn't he leave that armor for you? "
Netherworld Priest gave a faint smile as well and said, "Fan Di? I remember him too. Back then, my pair of spirit weapons were equally powerful as his Nether God armor. That armor of mine was very strong. But, Fan Hai, this armor of yours is way too lousy! "
Speaking the word 'lousy', the black and white long sword held in Netherworld Priest's hands suddenly released thousands of zhang long beams of sword light, fiercely penetrating Fan Hai's armor. At this critical moment, Fan Hai abruptly raised the diamond-shaped shield held in his left hand and blocked the black sword light. However, the white sword light brushed against the shield and penetrated his right chest.
Large streams of blood spurted out. Fan Hai let out a raging howl in pain. He abruptly opened the erect eye between his eyebrows, within which, a dense black cloud had been spinning speedily. Along with a weird roar, a thirty-meters-tall, entirely dark-golden, crystal-like, weird-looking zombie flew out of Fan Hai's erect eye while flapping its three pairs of transparent, fleshy wings. The zombie was completely translucent.
"Now! Girl, what are you waiting for? "Ximu, who had just launched a series of fierce attacks and was a bit gasping for air, abruptly shouted out.
Gui Ling gave a resonant roar while wielding the tablet held in her hand over and over again. Ji Hao and over ten of Gui Ling's disciples locked their fingers together and wielded their hands, sending out bolts of lightning that struck on the long swords floating above their heads.
The sword formation was activated and tens of thousands of miles of sword power streams swished across the sky. Four streams of sword power clashed against the sky along with the power of earth, water, fire and wind, then merged into a gray stream of Chaos sword power and swung down. Along with an extremely resentful roar, the zombie that flew out from Fan Hai's erect was torn into two by this Chaos sword power stream from its head to its crotch.
The sword power stream rolled down and shredded the zombie released by Fan Hai into a sparkling light rain, dissipating in the air. Fan Hai's face suddenly turned pale and sallow. He vomited large mouthfuls of blood, then gave a raging roar while a strangely shaped, three-legged, round-shaped cloak emitted beams of light and shone on the surrounding area. The cloak wrapped Fan Hai up, then transformed into a beam of black light and flew away.
Gui Ling didn't activate the sword formation, instead, she let Fan Hai leave.
Netherworld Priest chuckled, put the long sword back into his sleeve, turned around and walked away in an incomparably natural and unrestrained manner, then said, "Great, so many people have died down there. I'm going to pick up the corpses. You all don't want to compete with me."
Donggong chuckled, nodded to Gui Ling and said, "Tell your Shifu that I owe him three favors, and this time, I've returned one."
The giant crane gave a resonant roar while Donggong trod on the crane and flew away, instantly disappearing into the fierce gale.
Ximu roared towards the sky, threw a threatening glance at Gui Ling and said, "Tell your Shifu, within three years, bring the nine-turn fire-restoring pill he promised to my Ximu Palace. Otherwise, I'll go to his dojo and fight!"
A cyan sparrow flew over. The cyan sparrow, which had a wingspan of hundreds of zhang, carried Ximu up and slowly flew towards the west.
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