After sending the electromagnetic longsword flying with a punch, Lou Cheng used his Cosmic Universe Sect technique to quickly form new crimson, faint purple, light blue, gold, and dazzling white. Instead of firing them all at once, he had them follow Taoist Wuguang's footsteps in a chain of "bombardments".
During this process, at least three fireballs circled and circled around him, as though they were man-made satellites or divine immortals.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Lou Cheng was like a cannon, firing off a barrage of purple, crimson, and golden "missiles", forcing Taoist Wuguang to unfold his body and swim around like a wild goose to avoid the attacks.
The silvery-white flying sword regained some of its spirituality and once again circled Lou Cheng, slashing, slicing, stabbing, swiping, and twisting. It was trying to break through Lou Cheng's defense while he was distracted with Taoist Wuguang, disrupt his "Five Flames", and even kill him!
However, Lou Cheng's gaze was fixed on the distance, but his mind was on the inside. While paying attention to the target objects around Taoist Wuguang, he also reflected his surroundings. Wherever the electromagnetic longsword wanted to destroy the fireballs, he would fire them first.
As for the electromagnetic sword beam's attack on him, he didn't care at all. It was purely based on his premonition of danger. At the critical moment, he instinctively spread out his arms so that his fist, which was wearing an ice crystal "glove," hit the sword and sent it flying.
The battle went on for a while. Neither Lou Cheng nor Taoist Wuguang could find a quick way out of the stalemate. They could only wait for another opportunity to present itself.
To Lou Cheng, this wasn't a bad thing, but a good thing. He hadn't forgotten that his goal was to wear out his opponent as much as possible. This situation was perfect!
Taoist Wuguang's movements and turns were getting faster and faster. His footsteps were accompanied by howling wind and thunder, shrouding the mountaintop in a low hum. Layers of clouds accumulated and hung low in the sky, as dark as lead, oppressing the hearts of the people.
All of this was the precursor to an extreme thunderstorm. Streaks of silver and pure green leaped between the dark clouds, slowly accumulating power, piling up a destructive aura.
Bam! Daoist Wuguang took a step forward, the flames behind him shooting up into the sky. Black clouds expanded and filled the air with black smoke.
He was like the kind of person who never looked back to see an explosion. Without stopping his footsteps, he pressed his palm, causing the magnetic force to surge and the dancing electric snakes to cut through the darkness and slash at the enemy.
Lou Cheng felt it in his heart. He immediately shook his arm and punched the tip of the sword. The surface of the sword was clear and pure, surrounded by cold air.
Bang! The fist blasted through the air and hit the flying sword.
At this moment, the sky suddenly lit up. A thick silver-white lightning illuminated the surroundings and struck down with a loud bang.
It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, looking extremely ferocious. It seemed to be attracted by something and pointed directly at the tip of the magneto-optical flying sword!
The speed of the real lightning was ridiculous. As soon as it appeared, it was faster than Lou Cheng's reaction after he had sensed the danger. It hit the target accurately, causing it to emit an extremely dazzling light. With a crack, it shattered the enemy's Ice Crystal Gloves.
Sword Guided Heavenly Thunder!
Rumble!
It wasn't until then that the roar of thunder erupted, reverberating around the mountaintop and silencing the surroundings.
Zizz zizz! The remaining electric current from the longsword poured into his fist, quickly charring his skin and causing his left arm to tremble violently. Soon, the trembling spread to his entire body. He wanted to break free, but it was as if he was stuck there!
After the initial and most violent paralysis, Lou Cheng forced himself to hold on. He gathered his remaining strength, gathered his Qi and blood, concentrated his spirit, and equaled his Dantian. With a whoosh, he pulled back his left arm, severing the connection.
However, Daoist Wuguang had already closed in on him at lightning speed. His right hand gripped the hilt of his sword firmly. He lifted it up and struck again. Another bolt of lightning struck.
After the Heavenly Thunder, he seemed to have temporarily lost the ability to control his sword from a distance.
Bam! Lou Cheng's Dantian Qi exploded, his muscles bulging. His fist shot up to meet the attack. First, it spurted out the invading silver-white lightning, then formed a thick layer of ice.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Each strike of Daoist Wuguang's was faster than the one before. With each strike, he absorbed the Heavenly Thunder.
His sword moves were simple and unadorned, but there was an indescribable mystery to them. Just like the lightning in nature, they seemed to be common, but they contained the most basic and mysterious principles.
The Nine Tribulations fell one after another. There seemed to be no gap between the sword radiance and the lightning. Although Lou Cheng tried his best to defend himself, even using the momentum to raise the surrounding temperature and create a suffocating hell, he couldn't break free. Gradually, he began to falter.
Bam! The sword radiance expanded, turning into a bolt of lightning without branches. It struck Lou Cheng's raised arms, shattering the ice wall. Smoke rose from his body, his body twitched, and his legs went numb. He flew backward involuntarily.
At this critical juncture, Lou Cheng couldn't care less. He threw the remaining three fireballs hovering around him forward. Purple, red, and gold flashed in an instant.
Rumble!
The huge flames and exaggerated smoke forced Daoist Wuguang to move and defend himself with his sword. However, Lou Cheng didn't take this opportunity to catch his breath. As soon as he landed, his legs gave out and his body went numb. He staggered and crouched. His momentum dimmed and his breathing became weak. Clearly, he had been badly hit by the lightning and couldn't even perform a Force Concentration.
Yan Zheke and the others in front of the screen either bit their lips or took a deep breath. Their hearts were in a mess, and their hearts were in a mess.
Seeing this, Daoist Wuguang spun on his heel and circled around the remnants of the explosion. He lunged at his opponent with his long sword, lightning snakes circling around his body.
At this moment, Lou Cheng suddenly steadied himself. He straightened his crouched back and punched forward with both fists like dragons emerging from the sea.
Darkness appeared around his body. It was extremely deep and serene. Little bits of fire energy were embedded within it, like the bright stars in the night sky. As they slowly "flowed", a boundless, boundless, and extremely dangerous feeling pervaded the air.
This was Lou Cheng's ultimate move, Cosmic Phantom!
His earlier display of weakness was half real and half fake. With the help of a secret Cultivation technique, he concealed his actual condition and made himself appear weak and numb to lure Daoist Wuguang into his trap.
This was one of the tricks he had prepared for powerful opponents before the match. It was a way to turn the tables when he was at an absolute disadvantage. He didn't specifically target the Sect Leader of Shangqing Sect. Otherwise, he might have forgotten about it by now.
Bam! As his fist struck, darkness poured out and enveloped Daoist Wuguang completely. The lightning on his body and sword shattered layer after layer of ice. However, they gradually weakened in the boundless cold and eventually dimmed.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
They first broke through the Crystal Coffin and then attacked Daoist Wuguang.
When the last layer of ice loosened, Daoist Wuguang suddenly abandoned his sword and spat out lightning from his hands. One purple, the other green. Then, he twisted and reversed, turning one purple into the other green, and one green into the other purple. They quickly collided.
Without a sound, the light of the 'stars' was stripped away, leaving behind a spherical, black, sunken bolt of lightning. It absorbed everything around it before exploding outwards.
The Eighth Move of the Thunder Sect, Yin Yang Reversal, Devour of Darkness!
Rumble! Light and flames were thrown out. Lou Cheng, who was about to continue his combo, had no choice but to twist his back and throw himself to the side with a gust of wind.
Even so, the places where he was brushed by the force of the reversal still burned with pain.
The storm eased slightly and Daoist Wuguang's figure reappeared. The wooden hairpin in his Daoist bun was broken at an angle, his black hair and silver strands falling messily. His two sleeves were missing, revealing thick arms that didn't match his age and appearance. They were a bloody mess.
Other parts of his body were cracked and charred, and some even showed bones. He was no longer "ordinary" and was in a sorry state.
As his aura plummeted, he raised a finger, dispersing the remaining dark clouds in the sky. Bolts of lightning wrapped around his home ground and struck down like a plow.
Boom! Boom! In the silvery forest of lightning, Lou Cheng endured his injuries and fought back. Sometimes he dodged, sometimes he moved with clever footwork, and sometimes he swung his fists to parry the lightning serpents.
Just as he was about to survive this wave of attacks, he suddenly felt a sense of danger. Without thinking, he took a step back and swung his forearm to the side.
Bam! His muscles, which were condensed into ice walls, smashed into a silvery-white sword blade, causing it to bend and fly backwards!
Daoist Wuguang's electromagnetic longsword had taken to the air again. He had almost succeeded in his sneak attack.
With the successful attack and the lightning dissipating, Lou Cheng didn't feel happy. Instead, he felt an even stronger sense of danger.
Bam! He detonated the remaining Emperor Yan in his body and shifted to the side. At that moment, Daoist Wuguang's figure appeared behind him. No one noticed him.
Lou Cheng had almost forgotten about his opponent again.
Seeing him dodge in time, Daoist Wuguang's face was impassive, neither happy nor angry. He flipped his palm and pointed it at the sky. The Purple Seal in his eyes shone brightly, penetrating from top to bottom.
Lou Cheng had just finished his move when his eyes flashed. A bolt of purple lightning formed a dozen meters above his head and struck down mightily.
After dodging, he only had time to tilt his head despite his heightened sense of danger. The bolt landed squarely on his shoulder.
Bam!
Enveloped by the penetrating light, every inch of his bones became distinct. He froze, trembling and paralyzed.
The first move of the Thunder Sect, Punishment on Behalf of Heaven!
Whoosh! Daoist Wuguang moved his fingers and the electromagnetic longsword accelerated again. It shot out like a cannonball and hovered between Lou Cheng's eyebrows.
Lou Cheng had just recovered when he saw this. He sighed dejectedly and stood still.
The referee raised his right hand and announced loudly,
"Round three, Daoist Wuguang wins!"
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