A figure slowly walked out of the Shennong Cauldron. It was a young man with a resolute face and piercing eyes. He was wearing ancient Chinese costumes, his clothes fluttering in the wind, like a hero coming out of ancient legends.
As soon as the young man stepped on the ground, he immediately rushed towards Clark who was beside him. His speed was extremely fast, like lightning, and he was in front of Clark in a blink of an eye. A sword shining with golden light appeared in the young man's hand. He slashed at Clark with a sword that was as powerful as a rainbow and as powerful as a mountain.
When Clark saw this, he did not dare to neglect, and immediately waved his fist to meet the sword energy. Only a loud noise was heard, the sword energy collided with the fist, making a deafening sound. The young man didn't seem to be frightened by this power. Instead, he became more courageous as he fought and slashed at Clark again with his sword.
Jiang Cheng and Clark are engaged in a thrilling decisive battle. Clark, this powerful warrior from the frozen world, wears icy armor and holds a sword with flashing cold light, exuding a cold and sharp aura. And Jiang Cheng, wearing a blazing battle robe and holding a blazing battle ax in his hand, also exuded a scorching and determined aura.
The confrontation between the two was like the collision of fire and ice. Huge energy fluctuations surged in the void, causing the stars to retreat and time and space to distort. Clark's freezing breath seemed to completely freeze Jiang Cheng's flames, and Jiang Cheng's fiery battle robe seemed to become even hotter under Clark's cold air.
Jiang Cheng's battle ax slashed through the void, instantly condensing the power of fire, and every blow carried the determination to burn everything. Clark's sword is even more powerful. Every time he swings it, it can trigger an extremely cold storm, as if even light can be frozen.
The battle between the two has gone beyond the limits of the physical body, and their strength, speed and reactions have reached an unimaginable level. Their moves are intertwined to form a magnificent picture, depicting the blending and confrontation of ice and fire.
This battle goes beyond personal grudges; it is a defense of survival and belief. The confrontation between Jiang Cheng and Clark is like the collision of two forces in this world, which affects the fate of the entire universe.
In the end, in this thrilling decisive battle, Jiang Cheng defeated Clark with his tenacity and perseverance. His battle ax drew a fiery arc through the void, shattering Clark's sword into pieces. Then he slashed the tomahawk at Clark with all his strength, and a fiery shock wave instantly froze Clark and then shattered him.
In the gloomy and silent underworld, an earth-shattering battle is about to break out. Mu Yu Leiting, wearing silver armor and holding a shining sword, stood at the entrance to the underworld. His eyes were firm and decisive, like a bright star, which exuded determination even in the dark underworld. of light.
At the same time, deep in the underworld, the fire of the sun was burning. It was a mysterious power, hot and strong enough to illuminate the deepest darkness of the underworld. It was like a living life, constantly beating, gushing, and expanding until it was powerful enough to compete with Mu Yu Thunder.
When the fire of the sun breaks through the shackles of the underworld, the Ghost King appears. He was tall, with a ferocious face, and exuded a breathtaking majesty. His eyes are like abyss, capable of swallowing up all light. He waved the magic wand in his hand, sneered and launched an attack on Mu Yu Lei.
In an instant, the underworld was filled with strong energy fluctuations. Thunder and flames intertwined to form a huge energy vortex. It was a destructive force, one that was so powerful that no one could look directly at it. The Ghost King and Mu Yu Lei continued to attack and defend against this force, and every move they made was decisive and firm.
However, the Ghost King's power seems endless. The dark energy released by his wand was like giant dragons, sweeping towards Mu Yu Lei. Thunder seemed a little powerless under the impact of dark energy, his sword began to tremble, and his eyes began to blur.
However, at this critical moment, the fire of the sun suddenly became hot. Like a violent beast, it broke free from the shackles of the Ghost King and rushed towards the Ghost King. The Ghost King was disrupted by this sudden attack. He looked at the blazing flames in horror, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
Ren Hua, wearing a blazing flame battle suit, was surrounded by wild and mysterious flames, like a blazing fire. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he could see through all darkness, showing his fearlessness and perseverance. Behind him, the power that had been hidden in his body for hundreds of millions of years, the black flame, was like a huge fire dragon, ready to burst out of his body and destroy the world.
At the same time, on the other side of the universe, the two gods were confronting each other. They are the embodiment of water, gentle guardians and endless sources of life. Their bodies are made of water, and their power is like the ocean, deep and vast. Their eyes are full of wisdom and compassion, like the guardians of all life.
However, at this moment, they had to stand in this unprecedented duel. The blending of fire and water, the duel between black flames and gods, is like the most intense collision between heaven and earth.
Ren Hua's black flames exploded, like a world-destroying fire dragon, tearing apart the space and rushing towards the God of Water and God of Fire. It was a destructive power, a power that no one could look directly at. The Water God and the Fire God withstood the first wave of attacks, but the force made it almost impossible for them to stand firm.
Then, Ren Hua attacked again. He clasped his hands together, and the flames around him instantly condensed into a dazzling light, like the brightest star in space, instantly illuminating the entire universe. This ray of light shot directly at the two gods, and they no longer avoided it, but faced it head-on.
The powers of the Water God and the Fire God came together to form a huge energy wall. The black flame hit the wall and burst out with intense light. The entire universe was trembling, as if everyone was trembling for this earth-shattering battle.
Ren Hua's power hit the energy walls of the Water God and the Fire God again and again, and every impact made the entire universe shake. His black flames seemed to be unstoppable, and every impact made the wall shake.
Finally, Ren Hua gathered all his strength, and unprecedented energy burst out from his body. The black flame was like a crazy fire dragon, crashing into the energy wall with the aura of destroying everything. This time, the energy wall could no longer block the power and collapsed instantly.
The Water God and the Fire God looked at the scene in front of them, their eyes full of determination and courage. They knew that at this moment, they had to make a decision. Then, they released their powers at the same time, and a pillar of water and a pillar of fire spurted out from their hands, rushing straight towards Ren Hua.
Ren Hua looked at the rushing water and fire pillars without any fear or flinch. On the contrary, his eyes were full of determination and courage. He opened his hands to welcome the arrival of those two forces. Then, an irresistible force burst out from his body, swallowing everything in an instant.
The entire universe stopped shaking at this moment. All life became quiet, as if waiting for a new beginning. Then, when that power disappeared, the entire universe began to vibrate again.
The war escalated again, and Gao Tianyuan finally arrived on the battlefield. When Mu Yu saw this vast battlefield, he felt helpless. This is one of his hostile forces. His enemies are everywhere, and his hostile forces are even more like wolves and tigers.
The battlefield on Gaotianyuan was like hell, with billowing black smoke, blazing flames, howling winds, and flying clouds. Both the enemy and ourselves fought desperately on this battlefield, dripping with blood, turning this originally beautiful Takamagahara into a hell.
Mu Yu was in it. Although he had experienced countless battles, he still felt lingering fear every time he faced such a scene. He took a deep breath, clenched the weapon in his hand, and prepared for the next battle.
He knew that this battle would be more brutal and difficult. The hostile forces had powerful troops and the most advanced weapons and equipment, but he was alone with only a war horse and a long sword.
However, Mu Yu also knew that he was not fighting alone. Behind him lies the fate of the entire Takamagahara and the future of countless people. He can't back down, he can't fail.
So, he stood up and faced the enemy's attack. He nimbly dodged and killed the enemy with his long sword. His war horse also ran wildly on the battlefield like a divine aid, helping him charge into battle.
Tsukuyomi Mika Shifang stood in his summoning circle, his face reflected in the flickering moonlight, like a ghost. He held a complex magic formula in his hand, which was the secret technique of summoning Yuehua.
His breath echoed in the air, like a wolf howling in the dark night, shrill and majestic. As his magic moves, the air begins to vibrate, as if responding to his call. It is an indescribable tacit understanding, the most primitive connection between heaven and earth, between man and nature.
The moonlight fell from the sky, like a silver sword, piercing the curtain of the night. Wherever the moonlight goes, everything shows its true color. It is an extremely cold brilliance that seems to be able to cleanse the human soul.
At this moment, the moonlight is no longer the moonlight, but the will of Tsukiyomi Mika Shifang, his anger and determination towards the Chinese army where Muyu is. The silver sword edge and the cold brilliance all spoke of his determination as he launched an attack on the Chinese army.
The moonlight is like a dragon, rolling in the night sky, roaring, roaring, it is a release of power, it is a wild catharsis. With an unstoppable attitude, it rushed towards the Chinese army, which was like a huge mountain.
The moonlight collided with the giant mountain, bursting out with bright light. It was a collision of power and strength, and a contest of will and will. The Chinese army was repulsed by the moonlight, and the crowds rolling like waves seemed so powerless under the moonlight.
Tsukuyomi ordered Mika Shifang to stand in the formation with an expressionless face. He watched his Yuehua repel the Chinese army without any fluctuation in his heart. He has integrated his emotions into the moonlight. Now, he is just a bystander, a calm bystander.
The Daitengu is like a towering mountain peak, standing in the strong wind. He has a tall body, broad shoulders, and a pair of huge wings on his back. Every feather seems to be alive, flying and trembling in the strong wind. His face was majestic and mysterious, and his pair of deep eyes shone like stars, embodying endless power and wisdom.
Suddenly, the Great Tengu's eyes were like two burning flames, shooting out a dazzling light. Immediately afterwards, the violent wind was like a violent giant beast, making a deafening roar and sweeping across the entire land. There was a cold chill in the wind, as sharp as a knife, making it irresistible.
Swept by this strong wind, the army instantly became chaotic. The soldiers were tossed about by the strong wind and could not stand firm. Their weapons and shields flew in the wind, making a sharp whistling sound. The war horses neighed, unable to control their actions, and the entire team seemed about to be torn into pieces by the strong wind.
The Great Tengu soared in the wind, like a cold death, descending on this army. There was a kind of cruel pleasure in his eyes, as if he was admiring the destruction caused by the strong wind. And in this strong wind, the Great Tengu attacked.
He flapped his huge wings, and a powerful stream of air spurted out with his movements. This airflow is like a violent storm, carrying sand, dust, rocks and trees, forming a huge tornado. The tornado roared towards the army. Wherever it went, soldiers were blown away and buildings were destroyed. The earth seemed to have experienced a disaster.
In the chaos caused by the strong wind, the figure of the Great Tengu gradually faded away. What was left behind was a messy land and terrified soldiers. They suffered heavy losses from the Great Tengu's violent wind attack, and their morale was greatly reduced. And this catastrophic attack is just the beginning...
As a disciple of the Norse forest god, Elgar is the guardian and ruler of nature. He was tall and majestic, wearing a green robe embroidered with silver runes, as if to advertise his mysterious power. His eyes were as deep as the sea, shining with wisdom. And his hands seemed to have magical power, able to wake up sleeping plants and make them obey his command.
Yang Xian stood in front of Elgar. He felt like a helpless grass, swaying in the strong wind of the forest god. He tried to attack Elgar, but every attack was easily resolved by Elgar. With a flick of Elgar's fingers, the plants around him surged towards Yang Xian like a tide, surrounding him. Yang Xian felt like a butterfly trapped in a spider web, struggling but unable to break free.
Just when Yang Xian felt desperate, suddenly a flame pierced the sky, like a blazing meteor, falling straight towards Elgar. Elgar's face changed slightly. He raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes flashing with vigilance.
Where the flames fell, a beautiful bird appeared. That is the dragon bird, and her whole body is burning with blazing flames, symbolizing the power of the four elephants. The dragon bird's feathers shone with golden light, and her eyes were hot and determined. In her body, Yang Xian saw the light of hope.
Dragon Bird launched an attack on Elgar. Her flames cut through the air like a knife, burning everything. Elgar's expression changed drastically, and he had to give up his attack on Yang Xian and instead fight against Longque.
This battle shook the entire forest. Yang Xian watched the battle between Elgar and Longque, filled with awe and gratitude. He knew that Longque was using his own power to help him. He couldn't just watch Longque fight alone. So he pulled himself together and joined the fight.
When Elgar saw Yang Xian joining, his face became even more gloomy. He waved the scepter in his hand and ordered the surrounding plants to attack Yang Xian. However, Yang Xian was not afraid. He was protected by the flames of the dragon bird. He shuttled through the plants at lightning speed, cleverly avoiding Elgar's attack.
At this time, Longque also showed her amazing power. Her flames were like a huge wall of fire, blocking all Elgar's attacks. Elgar's divine power was offset by the flames, and his offensive gradually weakened.
Seeing that the situation on the battlefield was gradually becoming more favorable, Yang Xian's confidence also increased greatly. His cooperation with Longque became more and more tacit. They were like two tacit dancers, dancing on the battlefield, avoiding Elgar's attacks and giving him counterattacks at the same time.
Finally, a blazing flame cut through the air and hit Elgar accurately. Elgar's body burned in flames, his eyes filled with horror. Then his body gradually disappeared in the flames and turned into ashes.
In the dark abyss, Gris, the god of darkness, slowly raised his giant hand. His eyes were like two huge black holes, swallowing up all the light and hope. His face was twisted with endless hatred and rage, as if he was about to tear the entire world into pieces.
He held a huge three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand, the blade flashing with a cold light. This knife seems to possess the power from the abyss. Every time it is swung, it can cause shocks in space and time. When the blade slashed down, the dark power surged out like a storm, swallowing up everything around it.
Suddenly, Gris' attack broke out instantly. His figure disappeared instantly, leaving only a black afterimage. The next moment, he appeared in the field of Yang Xian's Tianmu, which was a field composed of pure light and full of divine power.
Gris's blade cut across this ray of light, making a deafening sound. A powerful shock wave erupted instantly, distorting the surrounding space and time. The field of Yang Xian Tianmu instantly cracked under this power, and the light dissipated, revealing the true form of Yang Xian Tianmu.
A flash of panic flashed in Yang Xian's eyes, and he felt Gris's power and ruthlessness. He knew that he was unable to withstand Gris' attack. However, he did not give up, but gathered all his strength together to prepare for the final resistance.
At this moment, all the sounds were silent, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath in fear. Gris' attack was like a storm in the darkness, fierce and irresistible, and the power of Yang Xian's Tianmu domain was like the dawn in the morning, bright and hot. The collision of these two forces is like an eternal battle between light and darkness, which is shocking.
