AWB Chapter 227: Holy Kings Fight, Swords Cut Through the Clouds
Chapter 227: Holy Kings Fight, Swords Cut Through the Clouds
In the northeast, on the battlefield in front of the Netherworld Kingdom, the Heavenly Martial Saint King opened his eyes wide with anger and shouted, "Thunderbolt Fist!" He threw a punch with all his might, and the wind from his fist was like thunder, rushing at him with violent force. At the same time, the other two Saint Kings were not to be outdone.
Saint White Lotus waved his hands, and the dead spirit energy instantly spread, as if countless evil spirits were roaring. Then, the dead spirit energy condensed into countless sharp blades, shooting towards the king's soul like a rainstorm. This move was "Ten Thousand Blades Piercing the Heart". Saint Black Wind flashed, and the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by an invisible force. The next moment, the invisible wind sword quietly took shape and slashed towards the king's soul at an extremely fast speed.
Facing the fierce attacks of the three Saint Kings, Wang Hun's eyes shone, and the light of the Day and Night Soul Sword in his hand became brighter. He unhesitatingly used the Day and Night God-Destroying Slash, and a brilliant sword light flashed across the sky like lightning, directly meeting the Thunderstorm Fist of the Tianwu Saint King.
There was a loud bang, and the powerful impact caused the surrounding air to vibrate. The Tianwu Saint King was knocked back several steps by the sword, but Wang Hun did not stop. He swung his sword quickly, and the sword shadows weaved like a weave, accurately blocking the White Lotus Saint King's Ten Thousand Blades Piercing the Heart and the Black Wind Saint King's Invisible Wind Sword.
But Wang Hun knew that such a battle could not last too long. He no longer wanted to continue to consume the energy of the three Saint Kings. So, he decisively activated the Light and Dark Overlord Body. In an instant, a black and white armor appeared on his body like a swift wind, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.
Then, the king soul entered the state of soul-entering life weapon, and took the life weapon of Day and Night Soul Sword in his hand into his soul, transforming it into Soul Slashing God Sword. This sword exuded even more terrifying power, and the sword body was surrounded by mysterious light, as if it could cut off everything in the world.
The three Holy Kings were shocked at the sight, but they were not willing to accept defeat. The White Lotus Holy King was the first to rush forward like crazy, his eyes full of madness and determination.
However, how could Wang Hun let him succeed? Wang Hun had no expression on his face, and quickly threw a punch, which was powerful and hit the White Lotus Saint King directly in the face. The White Lotus Saint King groaned miserably, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.
When Saint King Tianwu and Saint King Xuanfeng saw this, a trace of anger flashed in their eyes. Without any hesitation, they attacked again with Lightning Destruction and Invisible Wind respectively.
Lightning flashed on the body of the Tianwu Saint King, as if the god of thunder had descended to the earth, and each lightning contained huge destructive power. The Xuanfeng Saint King controlled the invisible wind, and the wind blade was like a knife, making it impossible to defend against it.
Facing the attacks of the two Saint Kings, Wang Hun was not afraid. He used the Soul-Destroying Slash, which carried a powerful Qi training and soul power, and flew towards the Tianwu Saint King and the Xuanfeng Saint King like a gorgeous meteor.
The powerful force made the surrounding space seem to be distorted. The King Soul's attack accurately hit the Holy King Tianwu and the Holy King Xuanfeng. The two groaned miserably and were knocked to the ground.
Wang Hun held the Soul Slashing Sword in his hand, standing proudly, and said coldly: "Nothing special, the three Holy Kings are just like that."
The faces of the Tianwu Saint King and the Bailian Saint King were filled with anger, and they still refused to accept the defeat. They struggled to stand up and launched another attack.
However, at this time, Xuanfeng Saint King calmed down. He looked at Wanghun, his heart full of helplessness and emotion. Xuanfeng Saint King said: "The Lord of the Underworld is very powerful, we are no match for him, let's go back and find the Lord of the Divine Eye first."
Wang Hun looked at Saint King Xuanfeng, nodded slightly and said, "Saint King Xuanfeng, you still have self-awareness. If you surrender, I can spare your life!" Saint King Xuanfeng sighed and said, "There is no way. I don't want to surrender." Then, he grabbed Saint King Tianwu and Saint King Bailian and said, "Let's go." The three of them also ran away immediately.
Wang Hun wanted to chase him, but at this moment, six feather-horned gods flew over. These feather-horned gods were tall, with ferocious faces, holding spears, and exuding a powerful aura. They attacked Wang Hun without hesitation, and their spears stabbed at Wang Hun like poisonous snakes.
Wang Hun's eyes turned cold, and he aimed at them and swung six swords in succession. Each sword was powerful, and in the blink of an eye, the six feather-horned gods were all turned into crystal fragments and scattered all over the ground.
Wang Hun looked in the direction where the three Saint Kings had fled, only to see that there was no one there, and the three Saint Kings had successfully escaped. Wang Hun shook his head helplessly, feeling somewhat speechless. But he had no time to sigh, because there were still many enemies around him that he needed to face.
He turned around and flew towards the Feather Horned Gods, who had been injured by nearly two-thirds. Although these Feather Horned Gods were seriously injured, they still resisted tenaciously. Wang Hun was merciless and killed them one by one. With each strike of the sword, a Feather Horned God fell, and their blood dyed the ground red.
In this fierce battle, Wang Hun was like a god of war, unstoppable. His figure shuttled across the battlefield, waving the Soul Slashing Sword in his hand, reaping the lives of his enemies.
As time went by, the number of Feather Horned Gods decreased, and Wang Hun's body was stained with the blood of his enemies. However, his eyes remained firm, without any sign of fatigue or retreat.
In the desolate area on the edge of the Hades kingdom, the atmosphere was tense and oppressive. The five feather-horned gods were like a raging black storm, tightly united. Their tall figures exuded a powerful aura, and their faces were ferocious and cold. The spears in their hands flashed with a cold light in the dim light, as if ready to take lives at any time.
The eyes of these feather-horned gods were filled with coldness and determination, and they threw spears at the dozen or so underworld soldiers who were already seriously injured without hesitation.
The spears were like black lightning, whistling with the breath of death. The Hades soldiers looked at the spears raining down on them, their hearts filled with despair. They were seriously injured, their movements were slow, and they were unable to avoid this fatal attack. Their eyes revealed helplessness and fear, as if they had seen their own fate.
However, at this critical moment, a brilliant sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor. The light was so dazzling that it instantly illuminated the dark sky. Then, there was a series of crisp sounds, and all the whistling spears were cut off and fell to the ground.
The Feathered Horned Gods and the Hades soldiers were all stunned. They all looked in the direction where the sword light appeared. There stood a man who looked to be in his early thirties. He was handsome, with a sharp face that was as perfect as a sculpture.
However, there was no expression on his face, as if he was paralyzed, giving people a mysterious and cold feeling. The man held a huge sword, which was huge and heavy, and the sword body exuded a mysterious light. His eyes were as sharp as a sword, as if they could penetrate everything. He looked at the feathered gods quietly, without any fear in his eyes.
The Feather Horned Gods were furious when they saw their attacks were easily neutralized. They roared and waved their spears, ready to attack again. However, the man did not give them this opportunity.
He swung out five swords fiercely, and the sword force was as fierce as a storm. Each sword carried great power, and between the flashing sword shadows, the air was cut with a sharp sound. The five feather-horned gods didn't even have time to react, and they fell under this powerful attack. Their bodies fell to the ground like broken statues.
At this time, the leading soldier of the Hades tribe came back to his senses from the shock. He looked at the mysterious and powerful man in front of him, his heart full of gratitude and curiosity. He stood up with difficulty and said respectfully: "I don't know who you are, thank you for saving my life." The man raised his head slightly, his eyes still cold. He slowly said: "A doctor in the human world, Zi Yu."
It turns out that this person is the great swordsman and doctor, Zi Yu. His name has been passed down in the world for a long time, and he is famous for his superb swordsmanship and superb medical skills. He has traveled all over the world and saved countless lives.