Explosions and screams filled the air as hundreds of Arab cavalry were blasted into the air by Wang Chong's Stellar Energy.
Perhaps only a cultivator of the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art could do such a thing in the vast sea of people as though they were invincible and not consume any Stellar Energy at all. Perhaps only a cultivator of the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art could do this.
Wang Chong moved with incredible speed, leaving behind a series of afterimages as he charged toward Dusong Mangpoje and the six-meter-tall golden bell. Rumble! Explosions rang out over the battlefield. All the Arab cavalry charging at him had their energy drained away or were blown to bits by Wang Chong's Stellar Energy.
No one could get within three feet of him.
"I'll draw their attention. You lead the army back to reinforce them!"
From afar, a voice came from his ear. Li Siye gazed at Wang Chong's back with a complicated expression. Finally, he clenched his teeth and pulled on the reins of his horse.
"Everyone, follow me!"
Li Siye's voice thundered over the battlefield. Neigh neighed, and Li Siye led the rest of the Wushang Cavalry toward the distant defense line.
"Dusong Mangpoje!"
Finally, Wang Chong had crossed more than half the battlefield and appeared in front of Dusong Mangpoje. The two stood facing each other, their eyes brimming with killing intent.
"We meet again!"
Dusong Mangpoje's eyes were as cold as swords as he stared at the youth.
Compared to the youth he had seen in the capital of the Tang Dynasty, this youth had lost his initial inexperience and immaturity. Instead, he exuded the deep impression of a Great General.
This youth was like the toughest edge of the Tang Dynasty. All the factions bordering the Tang Dynasty, whether it was Mengshe Zhao or Ouzan, had suffered grievous losses. Even the Arabian Empire on the distant western border had suffered a crushing defeat at his hands, losing countless soldiers.
If he had known that this would happen, Dusong Mangpoje would have risked his life to kill this youth when he had disguised himself and followed the First Prince to the capital.
"None of you should have participated in this battle. Take back your ritual tool, and perhaps I can leave your Ouzan a chance to live!"
Wang Chong sternly said.
His eyes were obscured by his disheveled hair, but the killing intent exploding from them was enough to make anyone tremble in fear. In Wang Chong's heart, his master, the Evil Emperor, held an extremely important position. Wang Chong had felt a great deal of care from him. The Evil Emperor was not just his master, but his family.
"Impossible!"
Dusong Mangpoje shook his head, Stellar Energy surging around his body. The Evil Emperor had to die, and Wang Chong could not be allowed to live. Whether it was for the deceased Dayan Mangpoje or Ouzan, he had to do this.
"This Veda Sacred Bell is a ritual tool secretly passed down in the Great Snow Mountain Temple. I only borrowed it from the Holy Temple and learned the method to activate it. Anyone who is trapped inside cannot escape. Not even I can do anything about it. I can only take back the bell, but I cannot release the person! "
Dusong Mangpoje was not a member of the Holy Temple, so he naturally had no right to the Sacred Bell. At most, he only had the right to use it.
"Bastard!"
Wang Chong's fingers clenched, and the redness in his eyes intensified.
"Hmph, in the end, you and your master are the scourges of Ouzan. In this battle, not only will your master die, you will as well!"
Dusong Mangpoje sternly said, the killing intent exploding from his eyes not one bit inferior to Wang Chong's.
"Boom!"
The moment he spoke, Dusong Mangpoje immediately attacked. His body was still in the same position as when he had spoken to Wang Chong, but a massive fist as tough as steel smashed toward Wang Chong.
At almost the same time, Wang Chong seemed to have predicted this. His eyes chilled as he sent a massive fist flying toward Dusong Mangpoje. Two steely fists imbued with destructive energy collided in the air.
There was a heaven-shaking boom as Stellar Energy exploded and dust churned. The boundless energy sent both Dusong Mangpoje and Wang Chong flying back. The soles of their feet were inserted into the ground, and each of them plowed a long mark that was over a hundred feet long.
In this exchange, the two were evenly matched, neither able to resist the other.
"Buzz!"
The moment their bodies froze, Wang Chong and Dusong Mangpoje, separated by twenty-some zhang, stared at each other, both seeing the powerful fighting and killing intent in each other's eyes. Dusong Mangpoje wanted to kill Wang Chong once and for all, to rid himself of the great threat that was Ouzan, but how could Wang Chong not want to kill him and avenge his master?
"Buzz!"
Where the two of them stood, the earth and the void trembled violently. Then, like two wisps of green smoke, the two of them quickly disappeared on the spot. In the air between the two, boom! There was a massive boom as Wang Chong and Dusong Mangpoje reappeared. Their eyes were sharp and fierce, their bodies exploding with torrents of energy as they charged at each other with thunderous speed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Like some sort of signal, Wang Chong and Dusong Mangpoje began to fiercely battle in the air. Fist after fist energy exploded, accompanied by the clattering of swords and sabers. The area where the two fought quickly became the most dangerous place on the battlefield.
Swish! Without any warning, a majestic and tyrannical Saber Qi descended from the sky. As it swept over the earth, the sturdy ground of Talas cracked and cracked like paper before exploding.
In the blink of an eye, a dragon of Sword Qi descended from the sky. Boom! The corpse-strewn battlefield of Talas exploded like countless tons of explosives.
"Scatter!"
Seeing this scene, the cavalrymen in the surroundings cried out in alarm. They looked up at the sky and hurriedly retreated as if they were avoiding the plague. Given their strength, if they were struck by Saber Qi, Sword Qi, or any other destructive energy, they were doomed to die.
This battle between Great Generals was not something they could participate in.
Putting aside the panic of the cavalry on the ground, in the air, the battle between Wang Chong and Dusong Mangpoje had reached an extremely intense level. From a distance, one could only see the ever-changing storms of energy and the constant barrage of Saber Qi and Sword Qi. It was simply impossible to make out the figures of Wang Chong and Dusong Mangpoje.
One was the Young Marquis of the Tang Dynasty, Qixi Protector-General, the fastest rising and most talented commander of the Tang Dynasty in history. The other was the Eagle of the Plateau. Both of them were extremely experienced in battle, and their attacks were fierce and vicious. Whether it was saber energy or Sword Qi, they were all aimed at their opponent's vitals.
Bang!
There was another earth-shattering explosion, and with a flash of light, peng peng, the two of them separated and landed on the ground at the same time. There was a distance of several dozen meters between them, and they stood facing each other, causing dust to billow into the air.
Neither of them moved as they continued to stare at each other.
Not even Great Generals could stay in the air for long. They could only use the collision of Stellar Energy and the rebound force to stay in the air. In the end, they would still have to land.
Whoosh!
The wind howled, sweeping the sand and dust between the two of them. The surroundings were silent. The two of them stared at each other with eyes as sharp as swords. Not only did the tense atmosphere not lessen, it became even more intense.
"Hmph!"
Dusong Mangpoje coldly snorted, and the steely muscles beneath his black armor bulged with explosive strength. He clenched his fingers, his eyes bursting with killing intent, and his aura became that of a savage and dangerous beast.
"In the end, there's still a gap between a Great General and a Brigadier General! Wang Chong, let me end the lives of your master and disciple and end your legend! "
Dusong Mangpoje was finally beginning to grow impatient with Wang Chong and wanted to end this battle once and for all.
"Fragrant Elephant Buddha Fist!"
Bang! In a flash of light, Dusong Mangpoje's body transformed into a bolt of lightning, leaving a long trail of white energy in his wake as he appeared in front of Wang Chong. Bangbangbang! The inconceivable took place. A vast and unstoppable energy surged forward, and a moment later, space caved in as a massive fist appeared four feet above Dusong Mangpoje's head, and then a second, a third …
In a few short moments, hundreds of black fists had appeared around Dusong Mangpoje like a peacock spreading its tail. Their momentum was enough to shatter the heavens and sunder the weight of Mount Tai, intimidating and intimidating.
"Boom!"
These fist images only appeared for a few moments, and a moment later, space shattered as hundreds of them fused into one, instantly transforming into a massive black fist the size of a mountain. Suffused with destructive power, it swept toward Wang Chong.
No one could describe the terror of this fist. At this moment, the entire world seemed to change color. The power contained in this fist was so immense that before the fist could even land, the space in front of it began to cave in. Unable to endure this enormous power, cracks began to appear on the fabric of space like a spider web.
If this fist struck, even steel would be pulverized, much less a body of flesh and blood. If this fist struck, Wang Chong was almost certain to die.
"Hmph, good move!"
A bone-chilling voice resounded through the air. Dusong Mangpoje had moved quickly, but Wang Chong had moved even faster. Dusong Mangpoje wanted to finish him off in one move, but how could Wang Chong not want to?
"Great Distortion Art!"
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