Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 539: Breaking into the Prison
Oh!!!
The breath of Stepping Snow Black Horse was like thunder, and its muscles were twisted and knotted like iron. Its body was covered with rich purple lightning, which turned into palm-sized pieces of scaly horse armor that flew through the air at a high speed, bringing up dazzling light like a meteor.

As he galloped through the air, his horse's mane as black as silk fluttered high in the wind. Yang Xuangan held the Hell Thunder Blade in his hand, which seemed to be one with the black horse under his seat. His eyes were flashing with lightning, and he chopped down at Nangong Yu on the roof.

"Go away!"

The hundred-meter thunder slash came extremely quickly, but before it could smash the rooftop into pieces, Nangong Yu raised the fully unsheathed crystal sword in his hand.

As he raised his hand, the surrounding areas seemed to suddenly turn into a world of ice and snow with biting cold winds. Extreme coldness instantly emanated from Nangong Yu. Countless water vapor in the air condensed into cones, gathering into a rotating and expanding ice and frost storm, which attacked the sky from the roof.

The swords collided, and icy rain was like a sieve. The heart-piercing coldness spread along the hilt and penetrated into the bone marrow. Yang Xuan felt something was wrong, and his whole body shook. All the ice cones and crystal edges around him were shattered by the mighty thunder, and the densely woven purple lightning burst out indiscriminately.

Thunder rumbled and purple lightning flashed, shattering the oncoming ice and frost storm in an instant, and confronting the crystal sword of the man in front of him.

The lush green garden scenery in the Abnormal Human Research Center was affected. Half of it wilted like a frost-bitten eggplant, becoming dry and shriveled; the other half was directly hit by the splashing purple lightning and turned into charred ashes.

The next moment, a huge gust of wind exploded, sweeping the ground three feet high. Trees were uprooted and the concrete building shook violently. The Snow-Treading Black Horse rolled to the ground, bounced on the ground several times, and finally managed to release all the remaining strength and stood up.

The ground collapsed, and Yang Xuangan withstood the power of the crystal sword and stood up three feet in front of Wuzhui. The muscles in his bulging arms had turned icy white without him noticing.

"The black horse that walks on snow, the thunder blade of hell, the reincarnation of the Overlord Yang Xuangan?"

Nangong Yu, who was looking down from above, seemed to have confirmed something, and his eyes gradually became brighter and brighter: "Since he is a hero who has long passed away, are you willing to be controlled by others and bear the infamy that will last for thousands of years to disrupt the peace of the living world?!"

"You ignorant boy, what do you know?"

Yang Xuangan took a deep breath and encouraged himself. The purple lightning swallowed up the frost without being stained by dust. "It's not easy to live again. Naturally, I must do my best to survive and make up for the regrets of my previous life. Only in this way can it be worthy of God's will!"

"God willing?"

Nangong Yu shook her head and looked at Yang Xuangan with some pity: "There is no such thing as God's will in this world. What exists is just human will to replace the will of heaven!"

"Aren't you curious about who resurrected you?"

"Those evil cult members who wanted to drive me to fight for their lives? I have already crushed them to dust and reincarnated them. Unless..."

Hearing the question, Yang Xuangan frowned. Although some doubts arose in his heart, he did not distract too much energy on it. Instead, he took advantage of Nangong Yu's distraction and suddenly raised the Hell Thunder Blade in his hand. Ten thousand purple lightning gushed out like a dormant volcano, shocking the world overnight.

"No matter who is behind this, once I capture you, I will be able to get what I want from you!"

The Hell Thunder Blade flew through the air at an extremely high speed, its blade breaking through layers of sound barriers and slashing towards Nangong Yu's right hand holding the sword.

Purple lightning strikes the body, spring thunder strikes violently!
The power of his sword did not leak out at all. All his internal energy was used to drive this extremely fast body movement, hoping to defeat the enemy with one blow.

However, at such an extremely high speed, the air, which originally had no sense of existence, became like limestone slurry that was about to solidify, thick and rough, and any airflow it brought up could penetrate trees and crush human bones.

The air cut by the Hell Thunder Blade formed a fierce burning wind several times stronger than the Purple Lightning Thunder due to the violent friction.

Nangong Yu blocked with his sword, and the surging fire blew his coat into pieces, but it was completely unable to shake the gorgeous and colorful ice crystal sword.

The immense force of the Hell Thunder Blade blasted Nangong Yu backwards at a rapid speed. Yang Xuangan glanced at the Abnormal Human Research Center with its door wide open next to him, and Li Shimin who had long disappeared. He raised the thunder blade high in his hand, and the bright daylight was suddenly obscured by thick dark clouds, with flickering lightning flashing in the inky black clouds.

In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Dense tree-fork-shaped lightning connected the sky and the earth, with brilliant purple light lingering in between, all poured into the Hell Thunder Blade. The countless skulls on the wide blade changed and flowed, becoming vivid, ready to devour people.

Even in broad daylight, people in the entire Central District of Hong Kong could see the brilliant color of this thick purple lightning.

To Qin Huai, who was sitting in the Standard Chartered Bank Building two kilometers away, this beam of light was no different from being there in person.

The purple thunder that descended from the sky gradually dissipated. Yang Xuangan jumped high into the air, waving the thunder sword in his hand like the wind. In the blink of an eye, he cut out a circle of sharp sword wheels, and thousands of sword lights formed a dense net, bombarding Nangong Yu who had picked up the crystal sword again.

Eight strikes of purple thunder, thunder hell!
"As expected of the reincarnation of the Overlord, this feeling of oppression is powerful enough!"

Seeing the knife wheel coming, Nangong Yu was aware of it and did not retreat or hesitate at all. He immediately raised his hand and picked up the sword, and countless huge ice cones were swung out. He stomped his foot, and his figure flew through the air and came over. With his left hand, he pulled out a huge revolver from his waist and pointed it directly at Yang Xuangan's throat.

boom!
Yang Xuangan was disturbed by the coldness, causing his body to freeze for a moment, and a tiny flaw appeared on the round blade wheel. Nangong Yu seized this fleeting opportunity and pulled the trigger suddenly. The huge bullet pierced through the layers of internal energy protection and grazed Yang Xuangan's neck, which he tried hard to twist, leaving only a bloody and horrible abrasion.

The gunfire brushed past his neck. Nangong Yu seized the opportunity when Yang Xuangan paused, and his internal energy burst out. Ice waves spurted out from under his feet, hitting the ground to increase the reaction force, squeezing his body forward, and the crystal sword in his hand was as fast as a stream of light and phantom.

clang!
Yang Xuangan, who was constantly operating his purple lightning body, was confident that his speed was not inferior to anyone else. He raised the Hell Thunder Blade and held it across his chest. Although it blocked the crystal sword's stab, he had no time to change his moves to relieve the force, and was immediately knocked back a long distance, plowing two deep grooves on the ground.

"Come again!"

Looking at Yang Xuangan, whose momentum was high and whose condition was not weakened at all, Nangong Yu frowned and glanced imperceptibly at the ice sword in his right hand, which had only 10% of the scale of heavenly crystal left. He raised the Colt Python in his right hand again and pointed the black muzzle at Yang Xuangan.

"boom!"
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Tap tap tap~
The sound of even and rapid footsteps echoed in the long and narrow corridor. Soon, a figure appeared at the deepest part of the corridor and stretched out his finger to touch the huge iron lock hanging outside the single cell.

"Hey, young man, I wouldn't touch that if I were you."

The sixty-year-old man in a white sweatshirt and flip-flops opened the door, leaned against the wall and looked at Li Shimin, the uninvited guest, and said leisurely: "The iron locks on it are connected to high voltage electricity. If you didn't turn off the switch in the duty room before, then this lock would be electrified into charcoal even if you have the key, not to mention that you don't have the key now."

"So, old man, do you know who has the key?"

Li Shimin stopped and turned to look at the leisurely bald old man.

"Look, outside, the guy who came with you is fighting with the policeman who has the key."

The bald old man stepped aside and motioned Li Shimin to look at Nangong Yu who was fighting with Yang Xuangan outside the window. "Oh, the key is with him. There's nothing I can do. I can't wait any longer. I have to be more direct."

As soon as he finished speaking, the palm that Li Shimin stretched out was stained by the brilliant Buddha's light. Before he could crush the iron chain, an old hand with exposed veins stood between him and the prison door.

"Young man, don't be so impatient. In my opinion, you should go back and help your friend now. He is about to lose."

As the bald old man spoke, he slipped into the gap and used his body to block the solitary cell where Xiang Yuba's corpse was imprisoned.

"Lose? He won't lose."

Li Shimin shook his head, lowered his eyes to look at the Mediterranean hairstyle of the man in front of him, put his right hand on the old man's shoulder, and said softly: "You said so much, just to delay time and persuade me to leave here. You should be the guard here, right? Don't worry, I came here today just to help you solve this trouble, and will never harm the innocent people around."

"Sorry, I don't care about any of this. I came out this time just to fight with you. It would be even better if you could beat me."

The bald old man licked his lips, raised his right hand, hooked his fingers and said: "You'd better use all your strength, because now I just want to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his belly bulged up, and grayish-white transparent internal energy bloomed from every part of his limbs and bones, expanding outwards and extending along a specific trajectory, seemingly forming the phantom of a giant toad.

"as you wish."

Li Shimin simply raised his hand and pushed out a palm, and the majestic face of Tathagata appeared in the air. The Buddha's precious appearance also stretched out his arm and pushed out a palm, lightly slapping the old man's chest.

Tathagata's Palm, welcome the Buddha to the West!
A figure flew backwards, passed through the long and narrow corridor, fell far away, and was blasted to the garden outside. He bounced on the ground several times before landing heavily, tumbling and rolling, and finally stopped on a broken stone pillar.

The transcendent and majestic face of Tathagata Buddha disappeared. Li Shimin stretched out force with his fingertips, and the fine steel prison door filled with high-voltage electric current was completely shattered, revealing a huge lump of ice hanging in the air.

bang bang bang~
The eight chains were cut by Li Shimin's sword, and the ice block fell, but before it hit the ground, it was pushed out by a Brahma seal, collapsing the wall of the cell and coming out to the outside world.

"Yang Xuangan, your opponent is here!"

The gentle force of Tathagata's Palm lifted the ice ball and pushed it towards the scorching battlefield in the distance where thunder and ice crystals were mixed.

At the same time, Li Shimin also turned into a stream of light and took the initiative to greet Nangong Yu who was repelled again by Yang Xuangan.

"Well done!"

Suppressing the headache caused by the attraction between the soul and the corpse, Yang Xuangan roared, connecting with the purple thunder energy of the Hell Thunder Blade. In an instant, he turned into a peerless sword and rushed forward without hesitation, completely shattering the layers of ice crystals surrounding Xiang Yuba's corpse.

However, when Yang Xuangan's hands were full of strength and the Hell Thunder Blade was slashing towards the head of the Tyrant Corpse, the red-skinned Tyrant Corpse suddenly opened his eyes, and the ground around him collapsed. The purgatory fire emanating from his body melted the surrounding soil and rocks into magma, and the large Thunder Blade suddenly appeared in front of his chest and neck.

"Give me back my soul!"

Sensing that the missing Dominant Soul was right in front of him, Yang Xuangan, Xiang Yu's corpse suddenly went berserk. The thunder blade in his hand was wielding in a disorderly manner, but with the tremendous force of moving a mountain, he slashed out dozens of flaming blows. Thousands of Purgatory War Souls were born and rushed towards the lonely Yang Xuangan.

boom! ! !
Yang Xuangan raised his knife to the sky with his right hand, and with the thunder and lightning of winter, he was determined to burn his boats. He lowered his body, and the ground of the entire Abnormal Human Research Center sank three inches.

"I am Yang Xuangan, not Xiang Yu!"

Yang Xuangan roared like a tiger, veins bulged on his forehead, and his purple thunder internal energy surged wildly, continuously chopping down the Purgatory War Spirits that were surrounding him.

The two lightning swords collided with each other, emitting countless sparks. Seeing that Yang Xuangan denied his identity, Xiang Yu's corpse suddenly became furious. Extremely dense hellfire emerged around him, and the scorching heat almost dried up the air.

"One Thunder Blade is not enough! I want more!"

The corpse of Xiang Yu raised his head, and a black vortex crack suddenly appeared around him, and a huge sword tip emerged from it. A large red hand grabbed it tightly, and actually used brute force to pull out a skeleton with rotten flesh and skin. What it held in its arms was a huge thunder sword with a solid texture!

The Jiuyou Thunder Blade, the third thunder blade, was forged by the King of Western Chu, Xiang Yu, when he was fighting on the battlefield in the past, using his own Zhenwu Dharma form [Thunder Blade] as a template and collecting the most precious irons in the world to forge this divine thunder blade!

Yang Xuangan emitted purple lightning that exploded the prison flames and looked at Tyrant Corpse's hands in astonishment. He had two thunder swords in his hands, one for Dharma and one for magic weapon. Yang Xuangan, who had relied on the power of thunder swords to conquer the east and the west in his previous life, knew the power of the two combined best.

"Wuzui!"

The waves of fire dissipated, and Wuzhui rushed into the battle formation, nimbly carrying Yang Xuangan on his back, and then quickly distanced himself from the corpse of Xiang Yu who was holding two swords.

"Soul, don't run!"

The magic weapon returned, and the state of the corpse was even better than before, as if it really had some aura that was no match for Xiang. The two thunder swords were swung together, and the mighty purgatory fire spread out, accompanied by thousands of thunderbolts descending from the nine heavens. The sea of ​​fire and the pool of thunder surged and surrounded Yang Xuangan, who was being pulled at a high speed by the black horse.

"Purple lightning strikes my body, violent thunder shakes the nine heavens, and thunder explodes the five mountains!"

Faced with the unmatched thunder and sword attack, Yang Xuangan gritted his teeth and exerted his full strength of the Purple Thunder Divine Art. He and his horse turned into lightning and roamed around the chaotic battlefield. Eight or nine purple lightning bolts struck his body and swung his sword at the same time. His attack was so fierce that it seemed as if he had broken free from the constraints of his body and moves. Only a terrifying force was left that swept in all directions, covering the raging thunder and fire.

Dozens or even hundreds of lightning balls were blasted out at the same time under Yang Xuangan's amazing control, surrounding the corpse holding two swords. They were about to expand and completely shatter this corpse with a body but no soul.

"Purple Thunder. Seven Strike. I remember it. I remember it!"

Perhaps it was because he felt the raging thunder prison between heaven and earth, the corpse of Tyrant holding two thunder swords, under the constant stimulation of the Dharma image and the magic weapon, finally remembered this set of exclusive swordsmanship that matched the thunder swords.

"Combining the two swords, one day, strikes with thunder and kills a real dragon!"

(End of this chapter)