newbobooks Chapter 282 Young Man on a White Horse Drunk in the Spring Breeze 57
Chapter 282 Young Man on a White Horse Drunk in the Spring Breeze 57
"what!!!"
Yuefeng City collapsed instantly.
His true energy suddenly erupted, his clothes were torn to shreds by the surging energy, and the golden light in his eyes grew even more intense.
He lowered his head and looked at Ye Dingzhi lying on the ground, revealing a crazy smile: "It doesn't matter. After I absorb all your internal energy, I will be able to break through to the ninth level. At that time, I will also become a powerful expert in the Divine Travel Realm, and I will be able to go to Tianqi City to kill Li Changsheng and Xiao Ruojin."
After saying that, he stepped forward again, trying to grab Ye Dingzhi.
Seeing that things were not going well, Ye Dingzhi rolled on the spot and barely avoided the attack.
Inside the cave, Yue Fengcheng was intent on absorbing his inner strength, while outside, Wuxiang Shi was also watching him intently. Lei Mengsha, who was supposed to come to his aid, was still nowhere to be found.
Right now, his only chance of survival is to rely on himself.
Ye Dingzhi immediately activated the Void Thought Technique within his body, preparing for a desperate fight.
"Acala".
With a roar, Ye Dingzhi's clothes ripped apart, revealing his fiery red skin.
Yue Fengcheng regained his senses slightly: "You actually know the Immovable King?"
The Immovable King is the most domineering, tyrannical, and self-destructive martial art in the world. It's unbelievable that Ye Dingzhi knows this skill.
However, before Yue Fengcheng could recover from his surprise, he saw Ye Dingzhi's eyes turn purple, and a wisp of purple aura emanated from the Xuanfeng Sword, gradually covering the sword's body, making Ye Dingzhi himself appear unusually strange.
"Illusory Thought Technique, Immovable King, Demon Immortal Sword Technique."
At this moment, Ye Dingzhi, whose aura was constantly being strengthened by the three ultimate techniques, was already enough to make Yuefeng City go all out.
Facing Ye Dingzhi, whose aura was constantly rising, Yue Fengcheng felt a sudden surge of intense sorrow and resentment.
He had spent ten years in seclusion cultivating diligently, thinking himself invincible. But not only did a Jingyu King, who had traveled to the Mystic Realm, appear, but now this young man who appeared out of nowhere had also become a formidable opponent for him.
This world is so unfair!
God is really being unfair to him!
Ahhh! ! !
Yuefeng City has completely collapsed, and its rationality has almost been completely lost.
Ye Dingzhi, who had already caused his opponent to collapse before even officially engaging in combat, felt somewhat bewildered.
I was the one who fell into demonic possession, so how did Yue Fengcheng become the one who lost his mind instead?
However, he had no time to think further, because Yue Fengcheng took a step forward and directly raised a palm to attack him.
A palm flew out, its afterimage swaying, seemingly possessing a thousand hands.
Emptiness Palm, Thousand Hand Seal.
Ye Dingzhi swung his Xuanfeng Sword and shattered the palm print in one strike.
Yuefeng City had lost his mind at this point. His first attack failed, but instead of retreating, he intensified his offensive.
Ye Dingzhi is currently using three demonic arts simultaneously, and if he is not careful, his meridians will be severed. Therefore, he is also trying to finish the battle quickly.
Seeing Yuefeng City attack, Ye Dingzhi showed no fear and met the attack head-on. The two immediately engaged in a fierce battle.
This scene shocked Yueqing, who was watching from the sidelines.
She never expected that Ye Dingzhi, who was only at the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, could fight her father to a standstill, and she couldn't help but feel extremely anxious.
From the first time she saw Ye Ding, she was already attracted to him, but her liking for Ye Dingzhi never surpassed the weight of Yue Fengcheng in her heart.
She gripped her longsword tightly, wanting to step forward and help Yuefeng City, but with her cultivation level, she was simply unable to intervene in the fierce battle between the two in front of her, and could only stand aside anxiously with her sword in hand.
Inside the cave, figures mingled, and sword energy crisscrossed.
Ye Dingzhi continuously wielded the Xuanfeng Sword in his hand, each move aimed directly at the vital points of Yuefeng City.
Yuefeng City's offensive was equally relentless, each palm and punch carrying fierce true energy, neutralizing Ye Dingzhi's moves one by one.
As the two clashed, their sword energy and palm winds collided, creating waves of energy.
As time passed, Ye Dingzhi, who had been forcibly raising his cultivation level, gradually began to run out of energy. Several wounds appeared on his body, with drops of blood dripping down.
In contrast, Yue Fengcheng, though his clothes were disheveled, had no obvious injuries.
Seeing the situation gradually turning against him, Ye Dingzhi gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes. He gripped the Xuanfeng Sword tightly, the blade trembling slightly, as if it had come to life.
A dazzling purple light burst forth from the tip of the sword, roaring and tearing through the air. Its speed was like lightning that traversed time and space, and it instantly approached Yuefeng City's face.
It seemed that Yue Fengcheng was about to die on the spot—
However, before Ye Dingzhi could show any joy, the tip of the Xuanfeng Sword suddenly stopped in front of Yuefeng City, unable to advance even an inch further.
A tense and eerie atmosphere filled the air, and Ye Dingzhi's expression turned solemn.
Yue Fengcheng smiled faintly, slowly raised his hand, and gathered a powerful force in his palm, directly slamming it into Ye Dingzhi's Xuanfeng Sword.
The moment the two collided, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart and distorted by this astonishing force.
"Don't you know? The eighth level of the Void Thought Technique makes one's body as hard as iron, impervious to swords and spears, no less powerful than the Vajra Indestructible Divine Power of Buddhism." Yue Fengcheng's voice was low and tinged with sarcasm, as if he were mocking Ye Dingzhi's overestimation of his abilities.
"Is that so?" Ye Dingzhi shouted, "Then I'll give it a try."
As he finished speaking, the longsword in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, the sword flying and the sword shadows flying, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens.
Nineteen swords, each sword a level higher.
Endless sword energy cleaved through the invisible barrier, weaving a giant net within the cave that rushed straight towards Yuefeng City, lingering for a long time.
Exhausted, Ye Dingzhi collapsed to the ground, his long sword supporting his swaying body as he gasped for breath.
"Father!" Yueqing exclaimed in surprise.
Yue Fengcheng gently raised his hand to touch his cheek, where a tiny wound had appeared sometime earlier, and bright red blood was slowly seeping out.
He was slightly taken aback, then a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Heh, I underestimated you. You actually managed to hurt me?"
Yue Fengcheng looked at Ye Dingzhi with a subtle expression, his aura strangely receding, as if he was brewing something.
Ye Dingzhi sensed the unusual change in the air and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart. He hurriedly tried to sheathe his sword and defend, but it was already too late.
At that very moment, Yue Fengcheng's figure suddenly became blurry, and like a ghost, he vanished from the spot in an instant.
Ye Dingzhi felt a blur before his eyes, and a chilling aura was already approaching him.
Immediately, Yue Fengcheng gently pushed with his palm, and a powerful force surged out, directly striking Ye Dingzhi's chest.
Ye Dingzhi felt an overwhelming force strike him, and his body instantly lost control. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. The Xuanfeng Sword in his hand also flew out of his grasp, flying several meters away.