lcionline Chapter 1694
Chapter 1694
The phoenix's attack remained cunning and ruthless. Each flap of its wings produced a sharp, tearing sound, and the airflow was compressed into a visible white wave that crashed towards Chen Xuan like a thunderclap.
Its sharp beak, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen, stabs down rapidly, targeting vital points like the brow and throat. Its claws, sharp as tearing flesh, are aimed straight for the fatal spot.
Huanglong, on the other hand, takes a heavy and domineering approach. With its head lowered, its wrinkled scales gleam with a bronze light in the dark seawater. Its gaping maw can swallow half a small mountain, and a fishy stench mingles with the seawater.
When the yellow dragon bit Chen Xuan's neck, it even sucked the surrounding water into a whirlpool.
With a muffled thud as if tearing through the void, the four claws slashed towards the waist, and along the path traced by the claw tips, the seawater condensed into tiny ice crystals.
Even its tail, covered in diamond-shaped scales, swept across like a red-hot iron rod, stirring up the seawater and creating towering waves several meters high.
Chen Xuan gripped the hilt of the Beiming Sword tightly with his six fingers, his knuckles turning white from the force, and a layer of cold sweat had seeped down his back.
The cold sweat that had just seeped from his skin was instantly vaporized into white mist by the surrounding violent air currents. These two ferocious beasts possessed such power with their physical bodies alone, making them far more troublesome than any True Immortal he had ever encountered before.
In particular, the brute force that came from nothing but the flesh and blood, devoid of any spiritual energy, made Chen Xuan's internal organs go numb when it struck the sword.
Faced with these mindless corpses of the Ten Fiends of the Immortal Ancient Era, there was no room for even a single word of nonsense.
As soon as Chen Xuanfu accepted the attack, he was drawn into a fierce battle – sword light, claw shadows, and wing winds intertwined in the seawater, creating a chaotic scene of light and shadow, with each collision exploding into a shower of blood droplets and broken scales.
Fortunately, he had been working hard on his foundation since the beginning of his cultivation, pursuing ultimate perfection. At this moment, he was able to barely hold on while his left hand was locked with a thousand sword formations that tightly locked Xiang Liu's twisting snake-head arm, and his right hand was enduring the combined attack of the phoenix and the yellow dragon.
But the battle was ultimately perilous; in just a dozen breaths, a sudden, excruciating pain shot through his back.
The dragon's claws had torn his two arms apart, sending them flying with splattered demon blood. The drops of blood fell into the seawater, sizzling like red-hot irons, scalding the deep blue water and creating a series of bubbles.
Even more deadly was the phoenix from his diagonal rear. Taking advantage of the moment he was distracted while protecting his back, its sharp beak struck his right side of the head like an awl. With a muffled "bang," half of Chen Xuan's head exploded into a bloody mist, and his divine sense was momentarily suspended.
This severe injury shocked Chen Xuan, and he almost instinctively activated his spatial magic—leaving a shadow behind him, he appeared in the sea a thousand miles away the next moment.
He had just shakily pulled out a glistening pill and put it in his mouth when he heard the whooshing sound of a phoenix flapping its wings and the booming sound of a dragon swishing its tail.
The two ferocious creatures showed no signs of slowing down, and their crimson wings and yellow dragon shadow rapidly magnified in their field of vision.
The elixir melted upon entering the throat, transforming into a cool, warm current that flowed throughout the body.
The power of the Crimson Divine Force flowed wildly like a tide, and at the point where the head exploded, flesh and blood regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just three breaths, a complete face was reconstituted.
At the severed arm, the white bone cracked and stretched out, new flesh wrapped around it like tender sprouts, and the six Beiming swords also turned into streams of light and flew back into the palm of the hand, the bloodstains on the swords still dripping.
Chen Xuan watched as the two fierce figures pounced on him again, and a low sigh escaped his throat.
Even a mindless corpse is a formidable foe he has never encountered in his life.
He even had a fleeting thought: if the Azure Light God himself were here, how many rounds could he withstand the encirclement of these three ferocious creatures? The answer was probably slim.