Free Web NovelChapter 905: Chapter 257: Shi Feiyang Breaks Through the Mechanism Array, Old Wolf Stronghold’s Illusory Dreamscape (Part 5)
At this point, the fierce battle between both sides has reached a fever pitch.
The intensity of the battle is like surging tides, constantly spreading in all directions.
Liao Pei, in the heat of battle, unleashed his ultimate technique "Long Arm Fist." Each punch was incredibly powerful, containing mountain-splitting rock-breaking force. The wind from his fists howled past, like a violent storm, seemingly capable of smashing every obstacle in front of him to pieces.
Wu Yu was not to be outdone; he countered Liao Pei’s "Long Arm Fist" with his "Wind Thunder Saber Techniques."
He wielded the long saber in his hand, with saber light flashing, each slash swift as lightning, viciously ruthless.
The intersecting saber aura tore through the air, emitting a "hissing" sound, chilling to the bone.
Lie Quan was not inferior either; he wielded the "Heaven and Earth Saber," the blade spinning to produce a whooshing sound, like a flood dragon tumbling in the sea of clouds. Each strike carried the force to split mountains and break the ground.
Meanwhile, Wu Hao exhibited the "Wind Thunder Sword Techniques," the sword moves fantastically varied, with layers upon layers of sword shadows. Each thrust was like a ghostly figure darting, making it difficult to discern between illusion and reality.
His swordsmanship made it impossible for his opponent to defend, as if fighting a phantom, leaving his true intentions elusive.
These four experts moved like lightning across the earth and sky, their steps raising clouds of dust, obscuring the heavens.
The Altar Masters of Old Wolf Stronghold felt an indescribable sense of shame seeing both Wu Yu and Wu Hao firmly contained by Liao Pei and Lie Quan, unable to gain the upper hand. Their faces burned as if scorched by fire.
They felt this to be a great humiliation, the illustrious reputation that Old Wolf Stronghold had accumulated over the years seemed to be trampled underfoot, wantonly humiliated.
How could they swallow such disgrace?
At that moment, their eyes widened in anger, flames of fury burning brightly as if lit by blazing fire, glaring fiercely.
They tightly clenched their weapons, which seemed overwhelmed in their grip, making creaking noises as if they might be deformed any moment.
They roared in anger, their voices rolling like thunder, echoing continuously in the heavens and earth: "Today, we must capture these brazen scoundrels, to restore the supreme reputation of our Seven Wolves Stronghold! Let them know, Old Wolf Stronghold is not easily trifled with!"
Their voices were filled with rage and unwillingness, seemingly able to pierce the clouds, causing the earth to tremble.
"Seven Cultivation Sword" Kong Triangle observed the scene with calm composure, as if Mount Tai, standing towering and unmoved despite the assault of wild winds and storms. He took a deep breath, slow and steady, as if intending to absorb all the spiritual qi of the heavens and earth into his body.
Then, he stood poised with his sword, the sword vibrating slightly and emitting a low hum, as if singing an exhilarating war song.
As Wu Li rushed in, Kong Triangle exhibited his renowned "Seven Cultivation Sword Techniques" to face Wu Li.
In an instant, only the flashing of sword light could be seen, like countless stars pouring down from the nine heavens, each sword strike containing endless power and masterful sword principles. The intersecting sword light seemed to scar the heavens and earth with fissures.
Wu Li, the third son of Wu Biao, donned an orange-yellow wolf skin cloak which fluttered fiercely in the wind, enhancing his majestic presence, like a War God from an ancient battlefield, exuding an aura that made others tremble with fear.
He wielded the Sun and Moon Wheels, which gleamed with a cold and murderous light.
For these wheels have drunk the blood of countless individuals.
He used the "Wind Thunder Wheels Techniques," as the whirling wheels generated fierce gales, the sound sharp and piercing, like a tempest wrapped with torrential rain, or countless malicious spirits howling, as they attacked Kong Triangle fiercely.
As Wu Li attacked, he shouted: "Kong Triangle, you yellow-mouthed brat still wet behind the ears, dare to run wild on this prairie? Today, I’ll show you the might of my Wind Thunder Wheel Techniques, ensuring you come but never return, to be buried here!"
His offensive was like surging tides, one wave after another, as if to completely submerge Kong Triangle amid the fierce assault.
Wherever the wheels reached, the air was sliced by blades, emitting a "hissing" sound, and the ground was carved with deep grooves.
Kong Triangle snorted coldly, quickly wielding his long sword, and executed the "Seven Stars Linked Pearls," a move from the "Seven Cultivation Sword Techniques," as seven sword shadows flew towards Wu Li like meteors chasing the moon, flashing with intense Sword Qi, as if to shred Wu Li to pieces.
Seeing this, Wu Li showed no fear, rapidly spinning the Sun and Moon Wheels in his hands, forming a defensive barrier that blocked all of Kong Triangle’s sword shadows. The collision between wheels and sword shadows produced loud blasts like thunder on a clear day, causing those around to feel their eardrums ache, and the ground to tremble continuously.
The two figures moved swiftly, exchanging blows, each move carrying lethal threats.
Wu Li’s Wind Thunder Wheel Techniques were fierce and dominating, each swing of the wheels carrying mountain-splitting, rock-breaking power.
Kong Triangle’s Seven Cultivation Sword Techniques were immensely skillful, with unpredictable sword moves that were astonishing and hard to guard against.
In an instant, this realm was filled with interlacing sword lights and wheel shadows, the roaring of wind and sword qi, the shouts of combat and clash of weapons echoing incessantly.
Wu Yuan, the youngest son of Wu Biao, clad in a black sable fur robe, resembled a ghost in the night, exuding an icy aura.
He held a tiger-head lance, its tip gleaming with cold light under the sun, like a sudden cold glow cutting through a frigid night, captivating yet filled with fatal threat.
