Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Seven Swordsman Broken Halberd
Yang Tuo on the side saw Ao Shun, Ao Guang, and Tianpeng each holding a bell, and couldn't help but froze on the spot.
He didn't understand why, at the critical moment, everyone had a bell on their heads. He couldn't help but look above his own head to see if there was a bell too.
However, no!
His kendo avatar only has three treasures on his body: the Tiandu Divine Sword, the Luobao Money, and the Water Spirit Pearl.
Each of these three treasures is a treasure. Even the Four Seas Bell of the Dragon Clan and the Canopy Bell of the Canopy are far from comparable to them.
However, among these three treasures, none of them are defensive treasures. The Heavenly Capital attacks, the money falls into the treasure, and the spiritual pearl protects against water, none of them have defensive capabilities.
Yang Tuo had no choice but to sacrifice the innate spiritual treasure, the water spirit bead. As soon as the water spirit bead came out, it immediately emitted immeasurable light, illuminating the universe.
A drop of water appeared in front of him out of thin air, and then turned into a big river, surrounding it, which was transformed by the weak water.
Youdao is like a river of three thousand weak waters. Gods and Buddhas are determined to sink to the bottom. A goose feather cannot float, but it sinks but never floats, and it is impossible to recover in a thousand catastrophes.
With the power of weak water, it also has some good defensive power. After all, weak water can dissolve everything, and any attack that enters it may be corrupted.
It's just that if it is used at this time to resist Kunpeng's attack, it is not known how effective it will be.
After all, Kunpeng is not an ordinary person. For ordinary people, weak water is a highly poisonous thing. But for Kunpeng who is in the Hunyuan Holy Realm, fear is nothing.
As soon as the four of them were ready, the giant claw fell down. The space suddenly stagnated, and a terrifying force came towards them.
This golden-winged roc didn't use any magical power at all. It only relied on its own overwhelming power to overwhelm everyone and protect them with precious light.
The roc's sharp toes effortlessly broke through the protective light of everyone and continued to stab at them.
Ao Guang, Ao Shun, and Tian Peng each raised their bells and faced the sharp claws of Dapeng.
"Dong~dong~dong~"
The bell rang three times in a row, and the pendulum in the clock kept hitting the wall of the bell, making crisp sounds one after another.
The sound of the bell rippled in the space, slightly hesitating the advance of the claws, and the three of them broke free from the shackles of the space, each using the escape light to dodge away.
When it was Yang Tuo's turn, the sharp claws easily broke through the weak water's protection and hit the water spirit bead directly.
The sharp claws of the roc passed through the weak water, and although they were corroded a little, the speed was not very fast. For the size of the golden-winged roc, there was not much impact at all.
There was just a "ding" sound, and the sharp claws hit the water spirit bead, instantly knocking it away. The immeasurable light emitted had no effect at all.
This water spirit bead is innate and contains infinite avenues, but it is not a defensive spiritual treasure.
The golden-winged roc in the sky seems to be a real entity, but in fact it is just a manifestation of Kunpeng's magic power.
Kunpeng is an innate divine being that has existed since the beginning of the world. Over countless years, his cultivation has reached an unimaginable level.
Even though they are not as good as several saints, they are still at the forefront among the Hunyuan Saint Realm.
If his true form comes, not to mention the few juniors in front of him, even if the ancestral dragon is resurrected, he can still fight hard.
Perhaps Kunpeng's magic power cannot bring out the strength of the Hunyuan Saint Realm, but just looking at the realm, it is already three realms higher than Yang Tuo.
The gap here is so huge that it is really unimaginable. It is countless times larger than the gap between mortals and immortals and Buddhas.
Fortunately, this magic power can only exert the strength of the Daluo Realm. Otherwise, the four of them would have no chance of survival.
Ao Guang, Ao Shun, and Tianpeng are all Taiyi monks. They are only one level different from Da Luo, and all three of them have spiritual treasures to protect them.
Although there is no possibility of winning, it is still possible to rely on magic weapons to support you for a while.
But something was wrong with Yang Tuo. His defensive spirit treasure was taken back by the deity, and the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella was also handed over to Xu Xing.
Normally, I can deal with Taiyi monks with ease by relying on the swordsmanship technique and Tiandu Divine Sword.
But facing the phantom of Kunpeng, he felt a great crisis. When the Shui Lingzhu was knocked away, he merged with his sword and rose into the sky.
The method of swordsmanship is to advance without retreating, to attack instead of defend. When the realm is almost the same, it is hard to tell.
In such a situation, we can see the shortcomings of the sword. It is fierce and fierce, and its killing power is unparalleled, but it is easy to break if it is too strong, and it loses its perfection.
As the saying goes: one yin and one yang is the way! This sword way only has the most rigid and the most yang, but lacks the yin and the softness.
The Supreme Being has said: The most gentle thing in the world is the strongest thing that can ride on the world.
The combination of hardness and softness is the great road.
The only choice Yang Tuo had at this time was to fight head-on, trying to resist the infinite power of Dapeng with his fierce swordsmanship.
"Touch~~"
There was a loud sound, accompanied by the sky-reaching sword light, and the giant claw of Dapeng collided hard.
For a moment, it seemed as if endless waves of sound erupted, but it seemed as if no sound was heard at all.
At this moment, time seemed to be distorted. The sword light and the giant claw seemed to have been in contact for a long time, and they seemed to be separated at the touch of a touch.
When the other three people came to their senses, they saw the sky-reaching sword light snapping from the middle and breaking into two pieces with a click.
Yang Tuo's figure was beaten out of the state where the man and the sword were united. He had all the magic power dissipated from his body and was vomiting blood. He had already suffered heavy injuries.
The energy of the five elements in the body was scattered, and the sword infant in the middle dantian was even more sluggish. With just one blow, it was almost defeated.
At this time, Yang Tuo's hair was disheveled, his robes were scattered, his immortal immortal body was almost cracked, and he completely lacked the ethereal charm of the immortal way.
Only the light in his eyes has not been extinguished, and the endless fighting spirit is rising in his chest. The Tiandu Divine Sword is beside him, whining softly!
It’s not that the Tiandu Divine Sword is disadvantageous, but that Yang Tuo’s cultivation level is too low!
Based on the material of the Tiandu Divine Sword, it can be said to be the strongest object in the world. With its quality, it can compete with monks of any realm.
It's a pity that Yang Tuo's cultivation is far from being able to exert the true power of Tiandu Divine Sword, so that the sword's light is damaged.
Although he was seriously injured and his sword light was damaged, Yang Tuo still blocked the attack. However, the Dapeng in the sky did not give them a chance to breathe.
The giant claw in the air poked out for the second time, and this time the giant claw was wrapped with endless power of thunder.
These thunderbolts are like swimming dragons, swimming back and forth on the giant claws, baring their teeth and claws from time to time, adding a lot of power to the giant claws.
"Dong~dong~dong~"
The bell rang again three times, and this time the power of the giant claw was even greater than before. Ao Shun and the other three tried their best to resist, but their internal organs were still shaking and their faces were pale.
But Yang Tuo, still a man and a sword, soared straight into the sky with fearless courage. After the infinite brilliance of mana, he saw that the sword light broke into pieces and scattered in all directions.
And Yang Tuo's entire immortal body was like broken porcelain, full of cracks. From a distance, he looked like a porcelain doll that had been forcibly glued together.
This time, he didn't spit out any more blood, because countless blood seeped out from the cracks in his body and was evaporated by the thunder.
The dense scarlet mist surrounding him was formed by his blood. The blood in his body had almost dried up.
The look in his eyes was also slightly dim, with almost no light. He was holding on to his body with only his last will.
The sword infant in Yang Tuo's body became even more sluggish, no longer an entity, and seemed vaguely illusory.
At this time, Yang Tuo's body was free of any mana fluctuations and he was suspended in the air, as if all consciousness had been annihilated.
However, Dapeng didn't care so much, and struck out with another claw. This time, the giant claw was no longer covered with earth, water, fire, wind, nor thunder and fire, but was covered with innate Taoist texts.
These lines were mysterious and vast, as if they were describing the secrets of heaven and earth. Ao Shun raised his eyes slightly, feeling his mind turbulent and unable to control himself.
Looking at the huge claws that covered the sky, Ao Shun and Ao Guang did not dare to show their true dragon bodies.
According to legend, Dapeng feeds on dragons and snakes. Even if they are five-clawed golden dragons, they will probably be restrained by them.
Ao Guang and Ao Shun had no choice but to bite the bullet and use the Four Seas Bell to greet them again. Their magic power was already a bit unstable, and Dapeng's attacks were each stronger than the last. They didn't know how many more times they could withstand it.
Among the three, only Tianpeng's expression remained unchanged. As a saint's disciple, he had this attitude.
Even if you are facing such an ancient giant, don't let him bow down easily.
Only this time, the Four Seas Bell and the Canopy Bell could no longer protect it. They both vomited blood and flew out upside down.
Yang Tuo's divine body, which had been motionless in mid-air, reacted again when the roc's giant claws fell for the third time.
This damaged body seemed to follow the invisible will and once again burst out with sword intent that soared to the sky.
The entire immortal body burned with ethereal flames. This flame had no temperature and was not a real flame.
Instead, Yang Tuo burned the essence and spirit of his entire immortal body, squeezing out all the mana that could be squeezed out. The illusory flames that naturally rose were the burning of his will.
Yang Tuo finally used a human sword and intertwined it with the Tiandu Divine Sword. The two sword lights intertwined, one yin and one yang, one hard and one soft, and the sword light suddenly increased tenfold.
At this moment, Yang Tuo finally understood the shortcomings of his own swordsmanship and found a way forward for the future.
This blow that exceeded the limit cut off one of the golden-winged roc's toes in one go.
The roc flapped its wings and let out a neighing sound. These neighing sounds contained endless anger, as if it had been provoked.
When Dapeng wants to attack again, give this ant that provokes him a little bit of power.
The sword light in the sky has dispersed and turned into countless specks of dust, which are scattered by the wind.
As the dust cleared, there was no longer any figure of Yang Tuo in the field. There was only a red and black flying sword, carrying a piece of money with two wings, and a spiritual bead that emitted endless light.
The flying sword whistled softly, the money trembled slightly, and the light of the orb flickered on and off, as if they were all mourning.