A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 210 Leaping out of the sea of ​​light and pointing to the sky

Just as Guan Luoyang attacked Owen, a blade of light spun in mid-air and struck Shenwu Mohe.

The blade flashed coldly and swiftly, yet with a unique charm.

It wasn't a simple, brutal acceleration; rather, it was like a long, dark night, with wisps of smoke rising like gauze, the surrounding landscape all the same color, and a bright moon already present in the center of the sky.

No matter how far apart we are, as long as we look up, the moon is already in our eyes.

Such a strike was extraordinary and exquisite, leaving no room for evasion.

Whether it was too late or he didn't even try to dodge, Shenwu Mohe's torso, limbs, facial features, and expression didn't change at all before the blade struck his forehead.

In an instant, a bright light shone from his body, a clear, intense, and luminous light bursting out in all directions.

The arms, face, and neck of Shenwu Maha, these exposed flesh and blood, visibly transformed into a crystal-like texture, with lines of incantations the size of ants rapidly flowing across the crystal.

A line of incantation, leaving a worm-like trail, flowed across his forehead, coiling in the center and forming a deep mark resembling a lightning bolt icon.

Fang Ping's blade pierced through the powerful, scattered light wave, but when it actually struck Shenwu Maha's forehead, the blade trembled instantly and emitted a violent buzzing sound.

The seven characters "Listening to the Spring Rain All Night in a Small Building" that were originally engraved on the blade became blurred due to the trembling.

The internal energy that Fang Ping poured into this demonic blade was completely dispersed, turning into blade energy that shot outwards, leaving long, narrow, and gruesome cracks on the solidified concrete swamp.

When the blade energy dissipated, the demonic blade itself was also shaken off. The spot where the blade struck remained in a crystalline state, full and smooth, and it did not harm Shenwu Mohe in the slightest.

Shenwu Mohe flicked his finger forward, and a beam of light wrapped in eerie green incantations shot out.

Fang Ping's knife reacted with divine speed, intercepting the beam in advance. With a vertical slash, he broke through the beam, but the beam, which had been evenly and symmetrically cut in half, still shot forward and struck his chest.

In that instant, Fang Ping's first sensation was not pain, but disorientation.

His body flew backward, but his soul flew even faster, leaving his body.

The physical face remained calm and resolute, but the face of the soul had become blank, unable to concentrate on any thoughts, as if all memories, wisdom, feelings, and personality were gradually dissipating during the soul's solitary flight.

At this moment, Xu Xiaorou, who should have launched a thunderous attack on Shenwu Maha from directly above in conjunction with the Divine Blade Slash, turned in mid-air, chased after Fang Ping's soul, and grabbed it with one hand.

The Sacred Heart Technique has already touched upon the wonders of martial arts primordial spirit. As long as the foundation of one's power is not destroyed, even if the physical body is dispersed, one can still exist for a short period of time as a martial arts primordial spirit.

Xu Xiaorou naturally has direct access to other people's souls.

However, in order to prevent Fang Ping's rapidly deteriorating soul from being directly scattered, when she reached out to grab it, the force in her hand had been greatly reduced, becoming extremely slight and gentle.

How unwise!

The cold voice of Shenwu Mohe pierced through my heart, and a destructive sphere of light, enveloped in green incantations, came crashing down with his fist.

Xu Xiaorou was pressing Fang Ping's soul into his body with her left hand, while her right hand rose up and used the Wild Tide Splitting Technique, with the momentum of splitting mountains and cutting plains, to strike the ball of light.

The two sides clashed, and the spell ball was shattered by Xu Xiaorou's palm strike, her fist and palm meeting solidly.

In the blink of an eye, Shenwu Mohe unleashed three punches. The uranium light around him distorted the surrounding scenery, causing the light and shadow to shift and the air to surge and ripple violently like a tsunami, surging and impacting three times in succession with each punch.

Xu Xiaorou protected Fang Pingfei as he retreated, relying solely on her single palm to cope. She used the incredibly powerful Sacred Heart Technique to propel the raging waterfall. Although her right arm ached terribly, and she felt a sense of her soul wavering and the stench of blood permeating her nostrils, she managed to endure it.

But after three punches, the recoil swept through her entire body. Even now, she still hadn't dared to use too much power in her left hand. Instantly, the bones shattered, her sleeves flew off, and bloody gashes appeared on her fair and beautiful arm.

Oops!

Xu Xiaorou gritted her teeth, and with a circular motion of her right palm, the blood gushing from her left arm was transformed into a crimson arc of light by her right palm, sweeping it towards Shenwu Mohe.

The Sacred Heart's Four Calamities, the Evil Blood Calamity!

The crimson arc of light was like an illusion, impossible to intercept.

Unfortunately, this move, which can evaporate a person's blood and cause a gruesome death, was nothing to Shenwu Mohe. Even though the blood light swept over his entire body, he only felt a slight burning sensation. He paused his punch for a moment, calmed down, and then threw another punch.

This punch utterly destroyed the layers of Xuanbing Gangqi that Xu Xiaorou had laid out with the Sacred Heart Technique. The uranium light fluctuations were like a tidal wave rippling in the void, relentlessly crushing towards Xu Xiaorou, whose arms were both injured.

If Xu Xiaorou had given up on Fang Ping halfway through, she could have fought Shenwu Mohe for at least several dozen rounds. But now, after only three or four punches, she has fallen into a life-threatening situation.

She felt no regret and had no intention of giving up. Just as she was about to use the Blood Burning Forbidden Technique to fight to the death, a burst of azure energy suddenly rushed in from the side, shattering the radiation wave.

The continuous flow of azure lightning energy canceled out the radiating light waves. Guan Luoyang intercepted Shenwu Mohe, their fists clashing together, their eyes meeting.

The next moment, countless fist shadows filled the space between the two, and the four arms transformed into intricate and illusory high-speed afterimages, leaving no air in the area.

A terrifyingly loud sonic boom reached beyond the solidified concrete plaza, shattering all glass objects in the entire block, and even the thinner metal utensils vibrated due to the sound wave.

After that, the sound became muffled, even intermittent, low and faint.

This is not because Guan Luoyang and Shenwu Mohe's fight has slowed down; in fact, their punching speed is constantly pushing towards its limit.

It is precisely because the speed and force of the punches are getting faster and faster that the area of ​​near-vacuum air around them is getting larger and larger, and the sound of the four arms clashing together is difficult to be heard because there is no medium.

The duel lasted a full minute.

Within a minute, those around them also realized the change in the situation.

Kyrie Irving's death so quickly was truly unexpected.

Mark, the assassin who originally wanted to recruit others to form an alliance, suddenly had a change of heart and immediately punched the ground first.

The immortal power residing in his arms was transmitted through the ground, leaving no trace where it passed; the ground remained unchanged. Only when this power reached his chosen target would it erupt upwards.

Jubei rushed over to protect Jinmu Guiyi because he was about to attack him.

But Mark's punch was aimed at the high wall covered with corpses.

Possessing immortal power, he also had a unique ability to perceive souls, and he had long ago seen that each of the corpses hanging on that high wall contained a sealed soul.

Although these souls are not in their original bodies, there are enough of them to form a force to be reckoned with if they can be activated.

Shenwu Mohe probably intended to keep this as a precaution, but Mark has now used it to muddy the waters.

Golden flames erupted from the base of the wall, destroying the entire wall. The corpses hanging on the wall, now freed from their restraints, fell down and stood up, their bodies hunched over.

They were not in their right mind, and Shenwu Mohe was temporarily unable to give them any forceful orders, so the group immediately acted on instinct and attacked the nearest enemy.

Xu Xiaorou, Fang Ping, and Shibei all became their targets, and Shenwu Guiyi, who had the Mountain-Driving Bell on his head, was no exception.

Several even charged headlong into the battlefield between Guan Luoyang and Shenwu Mohe, letting out low, hoarse roars.

Bang! ! ! ! !

With a deafening roar, the figures that had approached were torn to pieces and blown far away.

Guan Luoyang and Shenwu Mohe each shot backward, standing firmly at a distance of nearly two hundred meters.

A powerful airflow surged forth, filling the vacuum created by their previous battle. The howling wind generated a considerable suction force, creating a whirlwind at that location.

The cloak on Shenwu Maha's body was peeled off piece by piece, and the clothes on his chest were also blown away by the wind. Seven or eight fist marks were left on his crystallized body, mostly distributed between his chest and abdomen, and there was also one on his left cheek, which was slowly recovering.

The injuries on his torso were not so serious, but Shenwu Maha had many horrifying dents on his arms, as if some irregular crystalline muscles had been randomly pinched and attached to his thick arm bones.

Guan Luoyang's clothes didn't look damaged. After killing Owen, his divine clothes absorbed the opponent's Violet Fruit, and his combat life fibers multiplied a lot. Some of them even extended up from the back of his neck and wove together with his hair.

Her black and red hair had reached her waist.

However, he was hit by the same number of punches as Shenwu Mohe. Underneath the clothing on his chest, there were faint white spots of light. The blood from the wounds on his arms flowed down his arms, most of which was absorbed by the divine clothing. Only one or two drops of blood could slide down to the back of his hands and fingertips.

Mark cautiously observed the two men, watching them face off from a distance, each with an imposing aura that seemed to be locked in a fierce struggle against the other, neither able to afford to be distracted. Only then did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"I'll take down the one with the bell on his head, seize the largest portion of the Violet Fruit's power from him, and then I'll leave immediately. After that, you can fight me to the death."

This killer, who was somewhat addicted to the thrill of killing, probably didn't even realize that he was vaguely afraid to mention his murderous intent to those two people.

Mark took a step forward, then suddenly bent his knee and knelt on the ground. He pulled a small knife from the back of his right knee in horror, closed the wound with his muscles, stood up and looked back.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The wooden gunstock was repeatedly rammed into the hardened cement.

Di Shaolong's face was as pale as a dead man's. He used a magic-patterned rifle as a crutch in his left hand and limped over. Blood kept flowing from the gun muzzle above his right knee, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

This cripple, who could barely walk, gave Mark goosebumps and made his hair stand on end. He stared at Di Shaolong's right hand with a mixture of fear and anger.

He was holding a throwing knife between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

"Ha! Your blade is weak and powerless. Even if it manages to hit me, what good will it do?"

Mark said, "Besides, I'm dealing with your enemies. Are you blocking my way because you also want to resurrect your ancient monarch?"

"By the way, I heard that the person called Qin Shi Huang has a very polarized opinion in your Donghua. It seems you are one of those fanatical fans."

Di Shaolong said weakly but with an undeniable air, "Our era doesn't need any emperors, but sir, you're on our wanted list."

Mark sneered, "Can't you even distinguish between what's important and what's not?"

"Wrong. It's probably because, Mr. Assassin, you haven't heard of an old saying from our region," Di Shaolong said with a slight lift of his gaze, smiling. "Those who follow the righteous path always receive help from others."

when!!!

The Mountain-Driving Bell, which was pressing down on Shenwu Guiyi's head, suddenly resounded, like a huge bell being hit by a massive boulder.

However, Qushanduo has already used the body of Shenwu Guiyi to refine the primordial energy in the Violet Fruit to awaken the wandering imperial consciousness in the dark.

This seemingly light-weight bell is not only connected to the aura of Shenwu Guiyi, but also, through the violet fruit emanating from Shenwu Guiyi's feet, it is drawing in connection with the surrounding earth veins.

The arrow that pierced through the clouds with the force of thunder and caused the bell to ring only made the Mountain-Driving Bell sway slightly.

The next second, eight arrows fell in succession, each arrowhead a beautiful purple crystal with inscribed runes. They landed in eight directions, and in an instant, the purple spiritual energy on the ground formed an array originating from the eight arrows, briefly severing the mutual attraction between the Mountain-Driving Bell and the earth's energy.

In the blink of an eye, an exceptionally thick beam of purplish-red light struck the Mountain-Driving Bell, shooting the large bell off the head of Shenwu Guiyi.

Purple spiritual wings pierced through the clouds, while white bronze wings flapped as it soared high in the sky.

"Didn't they say this violet gene tree wouldn't mature until tonight? I came early on purpose, but I almost missed it."

He flapped his wings to maintain a certain altitude and drew back the bowstring again.

The arrow, radiating purple light, first pointed at Shenwu Maha. After thinking for a moment, Bai Tong moved it away from him and pointed it at Jubei, who was fighting against those delirious people.

Di Shaolong on the ground shook his head slightly.

The white bronze bow and arrow were transferred again, returning to Shenwu Guiyi.

This time, without the obstruction of the Mountain-Driving Bell, a single arrow would have been enough to destroy Shenwu Guiyi's physical body.

Shenwu Maha seemed to sense this, his eyes turned away, and his head also seemed to be turning.

Guan Luoyang moved instantly, throwing a punch.

Just then, the presence of the pattern on Shenwu Maha's forehead suddenly intensified, so much so that everyone around him, in different locations, involuntarily felt as if they were staring directly at the pattern.

The lightning pattern, composed of numerous tiny incantations, is the essence of wizarding martial arts, much like the invincible lightning scepter that only Zeus, the king of the gods, could wield in mythology.

Whether it's the Soul-Stealing Finger, the Sealing Palm, the Divine Edge Without Shadow, the God-Calling Battle Body, or the Life-Taking Fist and the Fierce Fire Force, the end of hundreds of wizard martial arts is this pattern that symbolizes authority, punishment, and victory.

However, for Shenwu Mohe, the true essence of this wizard's martial arts is only half of his ultimate move.

The other half, naturally, is the Uranium Light Wave Fist.

Uranium Light Wave Fist belongs to the category of high-tech martial arts. Many people think that this kind of martial art only knows how to pursue destructive power and does not know how to hone one's will. For people with profound realm and subtle spirit, it must be full of flaws at a glance.

But for those who reincarnate, how could they not try to make up for such an obvious flaw?

When Shenwu Maha uses the true essence of wizard martial arts to control the Uranium Light Wave Fist, he can transform the destructive power of this nuclear radiation explosion fist technique in physical reality into an unparalleled destructive blazing light fist intent that destroys the spiritual world.

The power of this punch ignites in the spirit and soul, sweeping across and causing the soul and memory to turn to ashes like snowflakes on a branding iron.

When Shenwu Mohe threw this punch, his eyes were filled with an indelible killing intent.

This is certainly not a punching technique that someone whose attention has been diverted could use.

"You think I'd be distracted by this? You've fallen for my trap!"

Once Guan Luoyang is killed, Shenwu Mohe can easily eliminate the remaining people and still calmly collect the power of the Violet Fruit.

Even if the physical body of Shenwu Guiyi was destroyed at that time, as long as the power of Qushanduo and the fruit were still there, he could still return to the family to select and cultivate a new qualified physical body, it would just be a waste of a little more time.

The flaw he deliberately revealed will become Guan Luoyang's dead end.

Guan Luoyang remained unmoved by his telepathic message and continued charging forward. However, what appeared to be a straight punch was actually an upward-pointing motion when viewed up close.

With his hand pulling in front, his entire body suddenly soared into the air, reaching the highest heavens, like a dragon flying through the nine heavens.

The overwhelming, radiating fist intent, so powerful in one's senses that it can destroy everything around it, obscuring all scenery and leaving only white light, is certainly not something that can be dodged with a simple jump.

Guan Luoyang's body was flying, and his heart was rising, but he didn't know how long he had been rising. His senses were still filled with that destructive light. His body and brain were already stinging, but his mind was still rising.

Like a fierce bird spreading its wings, like a dragon ascending to heaven, like something that cannot be left unsaid, it is the intent of a sword that can be drawn in the clouds and divide the blue sky.

With undivided will, one concentrates the spirit, uniting the six forces into one, like dragon wings soaring to the sky!

He leaped out of an ocean of unknown depth, composed entirely of radiant white light, his body ablaze with a dark blue flame even more unrestrained than the radiant light, and roared as he slashed down with his fingers.

Guan Luoyang's mental state surpassed Shenwu Mohe's fist intent by only a fraction, but he already had the room to wield his sword.

Everyone saw Guan Luoyang's body suddenly rise into the sky, then abruptly transform into a straight, dark streak of light before falling back down.

With a single, decisive strike, his fingertips touched the ground.

A breeze blew by, followed by a long silence.

Shenwu Mohe frowned with difficulty: "You didn't fall for the trap."

Guan Luoyang slowly stood up: "It wasn't because you made a mistake that I moved; it was just because I wanted to move at that time."

And you, you say you weren't distracted, but you were already distracted when you were thinking about this little trick.

"Since you won anyway, whatever you say goes... Ha, really, don't you want to die! I haven't even thrown a punch at that Ying Zheng yet!"

Shenwu Maha sighed deeply, his eyes gleaming with intense emotion. "The battle among reincarnators is endless. As the one who defeated me, I hope you will never admit defeat again."

Suddenly, his body collapsed, then expanded and exploded.

Yesterday was Labor Day. I took a break during the day, so I'm sending my blessings here.

Happy Labor Day, friends!

This is a holiday to commemorate the most glorious day of labor, but don't forget that labor should be moderate. After all, health is the most important thing. If you have time off, take a good rest and put down your phone as soon as possible.

Happy holidays, goodnight!

(End of this chapter)