Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 333 Mirror Flowers and Moon in the Water
A tiny, almost imperceptible crimson thread, in a fraction of a second, with near-predictive precision, struck the very point where Lu Junbing's sword power was weakest, just before any change was about to occur.

"Ding--"

A sharp, piercing sound that seemed to shatter eardrums.

Lu Jun's sure-kill sword strike was actually deflected by a slight force by this strange sword strike that embodied Tang San's lifelong sword cultivation and killing intent.

Although it was only a negligible deviation, it was enough for the deadly sword blade to graz Tang San's divine body, leaving a trail of golden divine blood, rather than severing him completely.

At the same time, a ruthless and calculating glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

Using the slight recoil from the collision of the two swords, his body spun around like a top. The Asura Demon Sword in his hand, cracked from the spinning motion, unleashed its final burst of light. Instead of slashing at Lu Jun, it drew a shrill, bloody arc and headed straight for the stationary Soul Guidance Train below.

To relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao, one must attack what the enemy is forced to defend!
Although this crimson sword energy was far inferior to his full-force attack, it contained the killing laws of the Asura God, enough to easily tear apart all the train's defenses and instantly annihilate everyone inside into cosmic dust.

"mean!"

Inside the train, Gu Yuena's purple eyes suddenly erupted with boundless rage, and her silver dragon spear hummed as she prepared to rush out regardless of everything.

However, faced with this insidious and vicious attack, Lu Jun's face, shrouded in icy mist, seemed to show not even the slightest ripple.

He didn't even turn around to look at the sword energy that was powerful enough to destroy the train. He simply raised his other free hand casually, facing the train, gently spread his five fingers, and then clenched them in the air.

In an instant, a deafening roar echoed across the plains ahead of the train.

A colossal ice wall, tens of meters thick and crystal clear, seemingly carved from millennia-old ice, burst forth from the ground without warning, standing majestically between heaven and earth.

The surface of the ice wall was as smooth as a mirror, but inside it seemed as if countless star-shaped ice shards were flowing, exuding an aura of absolute defense.

"boom!"

The Asura sword energy slammed fiercely into the ice wall.

The anticipated explosion and shattering of the ice wall did not occur. The violent crimson sword energy vanished without a trace, completely swallowed and absorbed by the ice wall.

Only a faint white slash mark was left on the smooth, mirror-like wall, which then quickly disappeared. The ice wall still stood majestically, as if it had existed since time immemorial.

Tang San's vicious sneak attack, designed to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao, was so easily and casually neutralized by Lu Jun.

Despite failing to land his first attack, Tang San showed no sign of frustration; instead, a more frantic and resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

He had already anticipated that he might not be able to defeat his opponent; the real killing move was only just beginning.

"Shura—"

Tang San suddenly looked up at the sky and let out a long howl that tore through the heavens.

The howl contained the purest killing intent of a god, sharp and domineering, shaking the entire space into a mournful wail!
With a roar, his entire divine body burst into flames.

It wasn't the burning of energy, but rather the true source of divine blood, divine soul, and even the Asura God's position was burning wildly, transforming into a terrifying blood-red light that reached the heavens and the earth.

The next moment, he completely merged into the phantom of the Asura Demon Sword in the air, which had become even larger and more solid due to the burning of divine power, and seemed to be formed from an endless sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses and bones.

The unity of body and sword, the unity of godhood—this is the ultimate mystery of giving everything, leaving no room for retreat, and betting the very foundation and origin of the Asura God.

"Blood Sword!"

Accompanied by Tang San's final roar, filled with endless killing intent and destructive will, the enormous blood-red demonic sword that stretched across the heavens and earth, like the final judgment of the god of judgment, descended from the sky with supreme power that could tear apart heaven and earth and recreate earth, water, fire and wind, locking onto Lu Jun and slashing down.

As the sword fell, it was as if the entire world had been cleaved in two. The earth below silently split open into a massive chasm, thousands of meters wide and bottomless, stretching to the horizon. Fiery magma gushed from the ground, only to be instantly annihilated by the terrifying pressure of the sword.

The clouds in the sky were completely torn apart, revealing the distorted and fragmented spatial turbulence behind them.

The entire Douluo Star groaned under the immense pressure of this sword strike, trembling slightly.

All living beings who witnessed this sword strike, regardless of distance or cultivation level, had their souls instantly swallowed by endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and illusions of slaughter.

It was as if they had fallen into an eternal hell of slaughter, their minds and wills crumbling.

Just seeing the afterglow of that sword light gave me a terrifying feeling that my soul was about to be completely torn apart and assimilated.

Inside the train, Gu Yuena watched this devastating, all-consuming attack that utterly disregarded the lives of the continent's inhabitants. A layer of icy despair instantly settled on her beautiful face. She gritted her teeth and forced out four chilling words:
"That...bastard!"

The murderous intent in her purple eyes was almost tangible; she vowed in her heart:

Asura God! Even if Lu Jun cannot kill you today, in the future, I, Gu Yuena, will personally slay you under the Dragon Spear!
Outside the train, facing this sword strike that had been imbued with the full power of the Asura God and even mortgaging his future, Lu Jun remained calm and composed.

He even had the leisure to gently shake his head, as if regretting something.

Then, he made an extremely simple gesture.

He held the Ice Abyss Sword upright in front of him.

The sword tip points downwards, and the hilt points upwards.

At the same time, he softly uttered four words:
"A flower in a mirror, the moon in the water."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange sight occurred.

In that instant, Lu Jun's body, along with the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand, seemed to cease to be a physical entity, but instead transformed into a colossal, flawless Xuanbing Mirror that constantly refracted all surrounding light.

The mirror surface was as smooth as a horizontal plane, reflecting the sky, the earth, and the enormous Asura Blood Sword that had cleaved down with a devastating crash.

You can even clearly see Tang San's crazed and twisted face in the Blood Sword.

The next second, the Asura Blood Sword struck Bingjing Lu Jun squarely and without any fancy moves.

The terrifying power, capable of shattering an entire continental plate, seemed to encounter the smoothest, most impenetrable surface in the world the moment it touched the ice mirror, like light encountering a mirror.

It was reflected perfectly, 100%!
The enormous crimson sword light, with speed and power no less than when it came, suddenly turned around along a strange angle of refraction and slashed fiercely at the desolate mountain range in the distance behind Lu Jun.

"Rumble, rumble—"

In the distance, the continuous mountain range looked as if it had been cleaved in two by a giant axe from the heavens, instantly turning into dust.

The earth was once again torn open into an even deeper and more terrifying abyss.

Lu Jun, who was in the center of the ice mirror, didn't even flinch.

With a flash of light, the ice mirror disappeared, and Lu Jun returned to his original state, still dressed in white, holding the Ice Abyss Sword, as if the earth-shattering sword strike just now was merely an illusion.

Unscathed!

(End of this chapter)