The water vapor around the body was billowing, as if it had transformed into a giant tower of water, blocking the Great Tengu with unrivaled power. In his right arm, the sword shone with cold light, like an alien object from the sky, lying in front of him, firm and powerful, not afraid of the big tengu in front of him.
His eyes were firm and resolute, like a bright light in the deep sea. No matter what kind of wind and waves, nothing could shake his determination. The churning water vapor twisted and swirled around his body, like a giant dragon roaring, but it was still unable to shake his figure.
The space between him and the Great Tengu seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. The air twisted and rolled like boiling water on a hot pot, churning endlessly. And he is like a rock standing in the torrent, no matter how the waves hit him, he remains as steady as a mountain.
He waved the sword in his hand, and a powerful force burst out instantly, surging away like an ocean wave. The big tengu seemed a little powerless under this force, and was pushed by this force to slide backwards.
The water around his body was churning, and he swung his sword forward again, determined to defeat the big tengu. His figure looked unusually tall in the moonlight, and the sword seemed to be alive in his hand, shining with a cold light.
His battle with the Great Tengu seemed to have become a picture scroll, deeply engraved in the hearts of every onlooker. What they saw was not just a showdown of strength, but also a battle of wills and a test of courage.
Although he only has one arm, his strength is not inferior to that of the Daitengu. The churning water vapor was filled with his determination and courage.
A majestic force suddenly exploded, like a violent giant beast writhing on the water. It was a powerful sword energy, with the power to shake the world, it broke through the waves from the endless deep sea and shot straight into the sky.
This sword energy is so powerful that it seems to be able to tear the entire world apart. It rises from the water and turns into a long water column, a magnificent sight like thousands of troops charging into battle. Every sword energy carries endless power and determination, as if it wants to cut off all obstacles in the way.
And in the center of this sword energy is a big tengu that stands as tall as a mountain. He stood on top of the storm, with no fear on his face. On the contrary, his eyes shone with determination. He knew that this was his challenge and his mission. He could not retreat or compromise, he could only go all out to resist this force.
A sharp sword suddenly appeared in the hand of the Great Tengu. He waved the sword. In an instant, strong winds blew up, and sand and rocks flew. The sword energy and the strong wind intertwined to form an indestructible barrier, blocking the invasion of the sword energy.
At this moment, the Great Tengu, the sword energy, the strong wind, and the huge waves formed a magnificent picture. They clashed in the night, their powers colliding with each other, forming huge waves. These huge waves swept towards the Great Tengu, trying to swallow him up. But the Daitengu was tenacious and stood his ground, facing off against these huge waves without fear.
His figure looked taller and firmer in the moonlight. Every swing of the sword caused a splash of water; every collision of sword energy caused the heaven and earth to shake. Even in the midst of these violent waves, he remained steady as a rock.
And the huge waves seemed to feel the determination and perseverance of the Great Tengu. They were no longer just pure destructive forces, but turned into waves that helped the Great Tengu move forward.
The big tengu flew into the sky, its black feather wings spread out, like a mountain pressing on Shui Hui's head. He shot like lightning, his feathers turned into sharp arrows, and he shot fiercely at Shui Hui. Shui Hui couldn't dodge and was hit by the feather arrow. His body felt like being hit hard by a giant hammer, and pain spread throughout his body.
Shui Gui fell to the ground, blood spurted from his mouth, staining his clothes red. His body was shaking and the pain was unbearable, but he knew he couldn't give up. He raised his head and saw the proud figure of the Great Tengu, and his heart was filled with unwillingness and anger.
However, Shui Hui's power seemed so insignificant in front of the Great Tengu. The Great Tengu easily suppressed him, leaving him unable to fight back. Shui Hui tried to struggle again, but his body was unable to move and he could only let the Great Tengu control the situation.
The young people of the aristocratic family formed a solid line of defense in front of the Great Tengu. Although they are young, each of them possesses unique skills and is full of courage. The weapons in their hands shone coldly in the sun, while their eyes were firmly staring ahead, ready to protect this home with their lives.
The Daitengu looked at them with admiration shining in his eyes. He knew that these young men were the bravest and most determined warriors in the land. He took a deep breath and rushed towards them. His figure moved quickly in the wind, and his powerful breath shook the surrounding air.
However, the young people of the aristocratic family were not overwhelmed by his momentum. They stepped forward, brandished their weapons, and launched a fierce attack on the Great Tengu. For a time, the sound of metal clashing, the sound of weapons breaking through the air, and the shouts of young people intertwined to form a fierce scene.
The Daitengu fought against the group of young people on his own, his figure dancing on the battlefield, and each wave brought up afterimages. He withstood the attacks of the young men with unparalleled strength and skill.
In this battlefield of the gods, the young people of the aristocratic families were like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, unable to fight back against the iron fist of the Great Tengu. The Great Tengu is tall and has a gloomy face. He wears jet-black armor and holds a long sword that is curved like the moon. Every time he swings it, it brings out a storm of death.
One by one they fell, mowed down on the fields like ears of wheat in autumn. Their lives are like broken glass beads on this battlefield, shining with a short and cruel light. Their blood dyed this once holy land red, making the name of the Battlefield of the Gods even more ironic and cruel.
The Daitengu's eyes were cold and cruel, and he watched the death of these young people with an almost joking attitude. His blade shone coldly in the sunlight, leaving cruel afterimages in the air with every swing.
These young people may have dreamed of gaining glory and achievement in this battlefield of the gods, but they have forgotten that this is a war between gods and gods, and they are just lambs driven into this cruel battlefield. They did not get the inheritance of God, they did not get the power of God, they had to pay the price with their lives.
The figure of the Great Tengu wandered around the battlefield, and as the sword flashed, another young man fell at his feet. He looked up to the sky and roared, his voice raging across the battlefield like a violent wind. The death of every young man brought him an ecstasy, an ecstasy of destruction, an ecstasy of divine power.
On this battlefield, their lives are as light as feathers and may be blown away by the wind at any time. And their deaths are like silent tragedies, revealing the cruelty and ruthlessness of this world.
In the torrent of battle, Shui Hui stood up again, his eyes firm and decisive. He waved the sword in his hand, and the sword energy surged out like a torrent, condensing into a huge force. His sword energy rolled like a huge wave, sweeping towards the Great Tengu with endless power and impact.
The sword energy was so powerful that it seemed like the heaven and earth would be split apart. The air became solid in front of the sword energy, as if time was stretched out at this moment, and every moment became extremely long. Facing this violent sword energy, the expression on the Big Tengu's face became solemn. He felt Shui Hui's determination and strength.
The Great Tengu's figure paused briefly in mid-air, and he felt the power of Shui Hui. He waved his feather fan, and an invisible force burst out from his body, blocking Shui Hui's sword energy. But Shui Hui's sword energy was too powerful. The Great Tengu's body rolled in mid-air and was hit hard by the aftermath of the sword energy.
The Great Tengu rolled several times in the air and then landed on the ground. He looked up at Shui Hui, his eyes flashing with vigilance. He knew that this opponent was more powerful than he imagined. But there was no fear in his eyes. On the contrary, his eyes were full of fighting spirit. He knew that this battle would be more intense.
Shui Hui looked at the big tengu. He knew that his attack did not completely knock down the opponent. But he didn't panic, he knew he was strong enough. He waved his sword energy again and rushed towards the Great Tengu. He knew that only by constantly attacking could the opponent reveal his weaknesses.
In the ensuing battle, the sword energy and power of Shui Hui and the Great Tengu continued to collide. Their figures intertwined in the air, and their powers collided in the air. Every attack carries endless power and impact, and every defense appears impenetrable. Their battle unfolds like a picture scroll, and every moment is full of thrilling excitement and extremely fierce confrontation.
The Great Tengu stood up staggeringly, with traces of bright red blood flowing on his body, and the originally shining wings were much dimmed. His eyes were full of determination, but there was also a hint of exhaustion.
Seeing this scene, the people from the fleeing aristocratic families stopped. They exchanged glances with each other, and then rushed towards the injured Daitengu without hesitation. They waved the weapons in their hands, and poured out all kinds of moves towards the Daitengu. Their eyes flashed with determination, and they obviously wanted to exchange injuries for injuries to cause more damage to the Daitengu.
However, the Daitengu is not easy to deal with, and he resists the attacks of the noble family members with great strength and skill. Although every attack caused him deep pain, he never flinched. He knew that this was his mission and he could not retreat or give up.
The battle was extremely fierce. Although the attacks of the noble family members could not directly harm the Daitengu, their sacrifices made the Daitengu feel deeply sad. He looked at the people rushing toward him, their eyes full of determination. Behind them were their families and relatives. They sacrificed their lives in exchange for the Great Tengu's harm. What kind of determination and sacrifice this was.
The Great Tengu was arrogant and arrogant. He never thought that these humans, who were as insignificant as ants in his eyes, could actually hurt him. He waved a huge feather fan, and his figure floated in the wind, as if he wanted to sweep away all enemies.
His face became gloomy, like dark clouds about an approaching storm, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes. He began to gather strength, and the air around him instantly became solemn, as if even time had stopped under this power. His figure casts a long shadow in the sunlight, like an insurmountable mountain.
Then, he finally broke out. A terrifying force burst out from his body, sweeping across the place like a huge wave. The wind howled, and the air current was as sharp as a blade, cutting through the space, and the air seemed to be torn apart. Under this force, those ant-like people were instantly blown away like fallen leaves swept away by the strong wind.
The Great Tengu's rage is as hot as the sun, and his voice echoes like thunder across heaven and earth. His figure floated in the wind, like a demon coming, and the absolute pressure made everyone feel palpitated. He waved his feather fan, and the terrifying power kept sweeping across. Anyone who dared to challenge him was torn to pieces in an instant.
Shui Hui's figure seemed to have become a bright red sculpture, with every inch of his skin bathed in dark blood. His body was hit hard again and again by powerful force. Every burst of sword energy made his body tremble and the pain penetrated deep into his bones. However, none of this could shake his firm determination.
He stood in front of the Great Tengu with his flesh and blood body, with a determination that was as fearless as a rock. His eyes were shining with fierce light, which was the desire for victory and the challenge to fate. He clenched the sword in his hand, and a powerful sword energy burst out from him. It was a kind of power, a kind of power that broke out for protection.
He launched a final charge towards the Great Tengu, his sword energy like a rainbow piercing the dark night sky. However, the power of the Great Tengu was like a mountain, severely injuring him again and again. His body rolled in the air and landed on the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.
However, Shui Hui did not give up. He struggled to stand up and used all his strength to wave the sword in his hand again. His sword energy exploded again, and this time, he integrated all his strength into this sword. He will swing this sword towards the Great Tengu, no matter what the result is, he will swing this sword out.
However, the Great Tengu dissolved Shui Hui's sword energy with just a wave of his hand. He looked at Shui Hui with a cold light shining in his eyes. He knew that this challenger had lost his fighting power and was just holding on with his firm will. However, even such a challenger made him feel threatened.
However, Shui Hui did not flinch. He rushed forward again and swung the last sword with all his strength. This is his determination, his persistence, and his desire to win. He knew that this sword might not be able to kill the Great Tengu, but he still chose to swing it.
At this moment, Shui Hui's figure drew a dazzling trajectory in the night sky.
Shui Hui's body seemed to glow with a strange light. His skin became as smooth as ink jade, and his eyes condensed into a sharp cold light. His blood, the source of his vitality, gradually rose and turned into a terrifying weapon. It is a forbidden power, a self-destructive attack.
It was a frenzy that swept the world. Shuixi's blood seemed to be given life. They rolled, roared, gathered, and sublimated, eventually forming an irresistible force. It was an endless storm that rent the air and made all living things tremble. It seemed to be alive, sweeping across the night sky, swallowing up everything it encountered.
The Great Tengu, that proud creature standing tall in the sky, also felt unprecedented pressure in the face of this power. His huge wings spread out as if to block the storm. He couldn't believe that this tiny creature could burst out with such powerful power. His eyes were full of surprise and a hint of undetectable fear.
Under the impact of that force, the Great Tengu felt an unprecedented crisis. He wanted to run away, but it was too late. The storm swallowed him up in an instant and swept him into darkness. The Great Tengu struggled, but the force was too strong for him to resist.
The weapon turned into Shui Hui's blood finally hit the Great Tengu. It was a destructive force that destroyed everything. The Great Tengu looked so small and helpless under this power. His body was swaying in the storm, as if it would be swallowed up at any moment.
Under the dark night, the water is like a torn dark curtain, evil and strange. It twists and rolls, as if preparing for the coming storm. Suddenly, a gust of icy cold wind passed by, bringing with it a shrill roar.
It was a huge single hand, which stretched out abruptly from the water, like a devil's claw protruding from the abyss of hell. Its skin took on a terrifying gray-white color, as if it were shrouded in death. Its palms are open, as if to show its power to the world.
Then the hand started to explode.
A powerful energy burst out from inside its body and shot straight into the sky. It was a frightening force, as violent as a volcanic eruption. Blood spurted out from the surface of the hand's skin, forming bloody waterfalls.
The blood was not an ordinary red, but a fiery black, as if dyed black by the flames of hell. They were flying in the air, like thousands of angry snakes, twisting and roaring crazily. They spread out at an alarming speed, forming a huge bloody vortex.
The Great Tengu's body seemed small and weak in front of this force. He tried to resist, but the force swept over him like a tide and swallowed him completely. His body was torn apart by the force, like a cardboard box being torn apart in a strong wind. His screams echoed in the night air, but were quickly drowned out by the force.
Eventually, the Great Tengu's body disappeared into that power. Only a shrill roar echoed in the night sky, as if telling people the scene that had just happened.
