Dafeng's Night Squad

Chapter 1347: Rain master (2)

Cao Qingyang dragged his heavily injured body and staggered towards yang cuixue and the others. Hearing this, a guess appeared in his mind.

What he wanted to say was ‘stop talking nonsense’.

With a few nimble leaps, Dai Zong reached Cao Qingyang’s side and helped him back.

The rank-4 martial artists from Fu Jing sect, Xiao yuenu, and the others immediately surrounded Cao Qingyang to protect him.

“Alliance master, how are your injuries?”

Xiao yuenu asked as she took out a healing pill.

“I won’t die. Xu Qi ‘an’s blood essence saved my life.”

Cao Qingyang took the pill and swallowed it. Then, he pulled open his shirt to show everyone his injuries.

His chest was a mess of flesh and blood, and there were bone spikes protruding out. However, the flesh and blood were squirming tenaciously, trying to heal themselves. However, the speed was very slow, and it gave people the feeling that they would be powerless at any time.

“I won’t be able to absorb any more blood essence in a short period of time. Otherwise, my body will collapse. This injury will take me half a month to recover.”

After taking the pill, Cao Qingyang’s face turned rosy.

“Alliance master, this Warlock is too powerful. Vajra couldn’t even enter. We might be able to use this to stand on an undefeatable ground. Perhaps Xu yinluo doesn’t even need to appear.”

Fu Jingmen was overjoyed.

Cao Qingyang finally understood why Sun Xuanji had not arrived yet. He had been secretly drawing up a formation.

“There’s one more thing. The disciples of the Alliance have gone to the South Peak.”

The observant Xiao yuenu said in a low voice.

Cao Qingyang looked to the South in shock. Indeed, there was a large group of people standing on the top of the cliff. They were as small as beans, but Cao Qingyang could clearly see their faces.

The veins on Cao Qingyang’s forehead throbbed as he said angrily, ”

“Aren’t you afraid that the enemy will start a massacre?

“I just don’t have the time to deal with them, but I can’t put my life on the mercy of the enemy.”

Weng~

The sound of air waves interrupted their conversation. When they looked up, they saw the ugly Vajra of the Buddhist League had a burning Ring of Fire behind his head, and his dark golden body had turned into a brilliant gold.

He stood in the air like a golden sun, so bright that the spectators couldn’t open their eyes.

The Asura Vajra clenched his fist and swung his right arm backward, causing his entire body to lean backward. His strong muscles bulged out along with this set of movements.

Buzz ~ buzz ~ buzz ~

The Golden giant kept on punching the Qi world, as if he was forging iron.

With every punch, the Qi world would shake violently and change shape. Everyone on the mountain could feel the Quanrong mountain under their feet shaking.

This earthquake-like feeling caused them to panic. They were afraid that Quanrong mountain would collapse in the next moment and bury everyone at the bottom of the mountain.

The Asura Vajra wanted to shake the mountains and rivers with his own power.

Sun Xuanji took out a black iron ruler from his sleeve and swept it with his fingers like a sword.

As his fingertips brushed across it, the body of the iron ruler lit up with runes, and the black iron ruler emitted a bright light.

“Freeze!”

Sun Xuanji stuck the black ruler into the mud beside his feet.

The Qi world that enveloped the entire Quanrong mountain suddenly became thick and condensed. The Asura King Kong’s fist could only cause a slight vibration.

After a few more punches, du fan rationally gave up on attacking. Ever since he started cultivating Buddhism, he had long worn away the madness in the bones of the Shura. He had become calm and rational. This would lose the combat power boost brought by the ” madness “, but it would allow him to control himself more perfectly.

Did he give up? Cao Qingyang, who was sitting on the ground, looked up at the sky and heaved a sigh of relief.

“As expected of the supervisor’s second disciple …” The swordsman yang cuixue stroked her beard and smiled.

The group of rank-4s laughed.

The members of martial Union on the southern mountain peak were thoroughly satisfied. Although they were only swinging their fists, the visual and mental shock they felt was extremely strong.

High-ranked warlocks carved formations on the mountain and built a barrier that covered the entire Quanrong mountain.

The Buddhist Vajra almost shook the entire mountain with his strength alone.

All of this had left a deep impression on them and caused a violent psychological impact, allowing them to see the glory of the transcendent realm.

Just as martial Union’s martial artists were rejoicing, dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, and the sky quickly darkened.

The black clouds rolled and gathered, and within the clouds, lightning flickered and disappeared, as if it was brewing.

Suddenly, a thick pillar of lightning descended from the sky and struck the Qi world that enveloped Quanrong mountain.

The lightning pillar was so dazzling that it dyed the sky and earth blue and white. Countless people were caught off guard and screamed while covering their eyes. Their eyeballs were burning and hot tears rolled down.

First, there was the sound of the Qi world shattering. Then, the lightning pillar seemed to have hit the mountain, causing a loud explosion.

The martial artists, who had temporarily lost their sight, could clearly feel Quanrong mountain shaking, and their hair standing on end.

This was caused by the sudden concentration of charged particles in the air that stimulated the skin.

After a long time, Cao Qingyang and the other cultivators recovered their vision and looked at the arena eagerly.

Their hearts sank when they saw sun Xuanji’s condition.

Sun Xuanji’s white clothes were covered in burn marks, his hair crown had long exploded, and his long black hair had become yellow and curled, emitting green smoke.

The exposed skin on his cheeks, arms, and other parts of his body were almost carbonized, with a hint of red in the black.

His aura was as weak as a Candle in the Wind, making people afraid that it would be extinguished in the next moment.

This … Yang cuixue and the others ‘pupils contracted violently. They were shocked and could not calm down.

They couldn’t accept sun Xuanji’s defeat. At the same time, they also understood a despairing truth from sun Xuanji’s experience.

There were even more powerful enemies on the ship in the sky!

He was so powerful that he could summon lightning and subdue sun Xuanji, who even the Vajra of Buddhism couldn’t do anything about.

This … Was this still something that martial Union could contend with?

“Alliance, Alliance master …” Qiao Weng of the Jianzhou Chamber of Commerce swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

what kind of existence have we provoked? ”

He asked what everyone was thinking.

Cao Qingyang was at a loss. He did not know that sun Xuanji had only told him that the enemies were from the Buddhist sect and the witch God sect, and that they had transcendent powers.

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind.

Second-grade?

That’s right, only a second-grade master could subdue sun Xuanji so easily.

And the second rank was indeed the transcendent realm.

“Tsk tsk!”

Heart Gu master Qi Huan pill fragrance looked at Cao Qingyang and the rest, ”

“Second-grade rain master, you live up to your reputation.”

Liu Hongmian and the others had calm expressions. They were not surprised at all. A rank two rain master was their greatest support and the source of their confidence.

. second-grade rain master … A second-grade rain master from the witchcraft cult … Cao Qingyang and the rest looked at each other with bitter expressions.

He had heard of the witch God religion’s rain master.

The rain-praying culture was unique to the three countries in the northeast. In ancient times, the people in the northeast of the nine regions would pay tribute to the witch God religion during the dry season and pray for rain from the rain Masters.

This was not a secret, and there were many historical records.

The name of the rain master was as well-known as the Arhat of Buddhism.

“What was that lightning just now?”

“That’s too scary …”

“Master, I, I can’t see …”

The spectators on the South Peak had yet to react. They were still immersed in the heavenly might and the panic of having their vision taken away.

“The white-robed sorcerer was struck by lightning and turned into charcoal,” someone exclaimed.

Only then did they understand the change in the situation, and an indescribable fear rose in them.

Pada!

The Asura Vajra landed on the field again and looked at sun Xuanji, nodding in satisfaction.

“He’s still alive, but the dead can’t be exchanged for an Arhat who doesn’t know how to read people’s feelings.”

As he walked towards sun Xuanji, Cao Qingyang and the others were silent as they watched him approach the stone door and sun Xuanji, who was on the verge of death.

Suddenly, a faint golden light streaked across the horizon. Ding … With a crisp sound, it was nailed in front of the Asura Vajra.

It was a brass sword.

Dafeng nation-guarding sword!

[ PS: sleep. We’ll fight again tomorrow. ]