Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 222 I'm Invincible, You Can Do Whatever You Want

Li Wuchang's attacks poured down like a violent rainstorm, madly and continuously. Each blow seemed to carry a terrifying force that could destroy everything, and it crashed into Shen Yun's shield like a raging wave.

All that was heard was the continuous "bang bang" sound like thunder, and the powerful impact force was like a surging wave, causing the light on the shield to flicker violently again and again. The light flickered like a candle in the wind, as if it could be completely shattered and turned into nothingness at any time under this fierce impact.

However, Shen Yun remained as steady as a towering mountain and as calm as an old dog. His face was as calm as water, without any ripples, and he showed no trace of panic or fear.

He stubbornly resisted the fierce attacks one after another, and his firm figure was like a pine tree standing tall in the storm.

His eyes became more resolute, and a resolute light flashed in his cold star-like pupils. He concentrated on adjusting the output of his spiritual power, making it reach a delicate balance, allowing the spiritual power to flow out continuously like a gurgling spring, doing his best to maintain the solidity of the shield.

In this fierce impact, the shield was like an indestructible fortress, stubbornly resisting the violent attack like a gale. Although the light flickered, there was no sign of collapse. Shen Yun stood there steadily, with his hands slightly extended forward, palms facing forward, as if he had merged with the shield, fighting against the seemingly endless attack.

Seeing that his attack had no obvious effect, Li Wuchang's expression became increasingly gloomy. The rage in his heart burned fiercely, and his attacks became increasingly fierce and fierce.

His figure was like a ghost, flashing at an incredible speed, leaving behind a series of blurry afterimages, and quickly spinning around Shen Yun like an illusory shadow.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand instantly burst into a strong light under the infusion of spiritual power, and then the light was condensed, transforming into countless cold sword shadows. These sword shadows attacked Shen Yun fiercely from all kinds of tricky and unexpected directions like poisonous snakes, and each sword shadow seemed to carry the will to kill.

The sword shadows carried with them a sharp, hair-raising sound of breaking through the air. The sound was sharp and piercing, piercing people's hearts and making them feel palpitating, as if their souls were being torn apart by this horrifying sound.

Shen Yun was not panicked at all in the face of such a dangerous situation. His eyes were calm and composed, like a deep cold pond, without any ripples, and he closely captured every subtle movement of Li Wuchang, not missing any slightest change.

His hands danced, controlling the shield to rotate extremely flexibly. The shield seemed to have life, changing its angle and position freely according to his will. The surface of the shield was shining, stubbornly resisting the fierce attacks coming from all directions like a rainstorm. Every time the sword shadow collided with the shield, brilliant light and deafening sound would burst out.

During this fierce confrontation, Shen Yun always remained highly vigilant and focused. While defending with all his strength, he was silently calculating in his mind, carefully looking for opportunities to counterattack in this ever-changing battle situation. He knew that once he seized the opportunity, he might be able to break the deadlock and turn defeat into victory.

Suddenly, Shen Yun keenly caught a very tiny flaw in Li Wuchang's attack. A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes for a moment, and then he quickly gathered a part of the spiritual power into his palm.

Just when Li Wuchang's attack was a little slow, Shen Yun suddenly exerted his strength and launched a palm, and a powerful spiritual power whistled out like a gust of wind, rushing straight towards Li Wuchang. Li Wuchang was shocked and hurriedly dodged sideways, but was still hit on the shoulder by the spiritual power, and his body staggered.

Li Wuchang stumbled and paused, finally stabilizing himself. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, and he did not rush forward to attack blindly as he did just now. Instead, he stood still with a solemn expression, like a steady mountain.

He took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell noticeably, and then the breath seemed to be slowly pressed into the depths of his body.

Then, he began to slowly gather strength, his arms slightly opened, the aura around his body gradually surged, and began to surge like a tide. His eyes were now gleaming with a resolute light, that light was like a cold star in the cold night, firm and sharp, as if he had made up his mind.

Then, he spoke in a deep and powerful voice: "You have been able to fight me for such a long time without being defeated, which shows that you have some skills. Now I will get serious. If you can take my move, I will recognize your strength."

At this time, Shen Yun also stood still, with his spine straight, his figure as tall as a pine tree. He looked calm and composed, as if everything was under control.

He raised his right hand slightly, his movements were natural and graceful, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a confident smile, that smile revealed a natural domineering aura. He said loudly: "I am invincible, you can do whatever you want."

Shen Yun stood there quietly, forming a sharp contrast with Li Wuchang who was ready to go, but he did not seem weak at all, but instead had a kind of majesty and momentum that could not be ignored. At this moment, the whole space seemed to be shrouded by the aura of the two of them, and the tense atmosphere filled the air, making people's heartbeats accelerate involuntarily.

Then, Li Wuchang's face was grim, and his hands began to move with great tension. His left hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the knuckles of his fingers turned pale, as if he wanted to merge the sword with himself; while his right hand quickly pinched the seals like a phantom, and the finger techniques changed rapidly, which was dazzling.

At the same time, the spiritual energy around him was like a lit powder keg, surging like a boiling tide, forming a spiritual energy vortex visible to the naked eye, spinning madly.

The aura on his body continued to rise exponentially, and the powerful pressure spread wildly around him like a surging wave. Wherever he passed, the air seemed to make a "sizzling" sound under the heavy load. As he continued to accumulate strength, the entire space seemed to be distorted by this incomparable power. The light became a little weird, and everything around him seemed to be trembling slightly.

About half a cup of tea later, Li Wuchang had finished his preparation. His eyes were like lightning in the cold night. He suddenly shouted, "Boy, take my sword and I will kill a thousand people!"