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#528 - Divine fighting technique!

“Clang~!”

Accompanied by a short and harsh metallic friction sound, the妖异man had already crossed a distance of tens of meters, and one of his claws directly struck the protective shield light of Daoist Nine Phoenix.

Fortunately, the talisman that Uncle Ying used for defense earlier was of a high enough level, and its defensive power was also quite good. In the collision with the opponent's sharp claws, it only had a moment of stiffness before returning to normal.

However, talismans and the like are, after all, one-time consumables.

After being attacked, the shield of light inevitably weakened a bit in an instant.

Although the magnitude was not large, and it was almost imperceptible if you didn't look carefully, it was not a good sign.

After using the shield light to withstand several attacks from the opponent, he then held the greatsword in his hand and slashed at the evil creature in front of him.

However, although Daoist Lin was agile and his body could be considered exceptionally strong, that was only in comparison to ordinary people.

After all, his specialty was drawing talismans and exorcising ghosts, so he seemed a little stretched when he really encountered a close-combat expert.

Even though Daoist Lin's main opponent at the moment was also a妖秽thing.

But how could something that could withstand the golden light of the Bagua above its head without any reaction be an ordinary demon?

At this moment, relying solely on his agile figure and sharp claws, the妖异man had already spun Uncle Ying in the shield light around and around in just a few jumps.

His entire figure was like a streak of blood-colored flame, constantly flying up and down around Uncle Ying, dodging the greatsword's attacks while also frequently waving his claws at the shield light.

“Tsing~!” “Clang!” “Cangcang~”……

For a time, all kinds of clanging sounds spread throughout the venue~

And under the continuous attrition, the shield light around Daoist Nine Phoenix began to become increasingly weak.

Seeing this, the people in the surrounding audience seats couldn't help but sweat for him.

In this situation, Uncle Ying, who was inside the shield light, was naturally anxious.

Unconsciously, the cyan sword talisman that he was distracted controlling also became sluggish.

Upon seeing this, the opposing陰陽師was immediately invigorated, and he let out a low shout, with two cold and stern lights blooming in his eyes.

Reaching into his arms, he then took out a stack of talismans.

Looking at them, they seemed to be just those mass-produced consumables from before, but they were already enough to reverse and contain the opposing Uncle Ying!

As a result, in the following time, various wind blades, fireballs, and hailstones began to shoot out on the field again.

What was different was that this time, Uncle Ying was only passively defending one-sidedly.

The appearance of this unfavorable situation immediately caused the onlookers to worry, including Uncle Ying's master, Sister Chu, who had already stood up from her seat, her face full of worry.

Of course, those who spontaneously expressed concern and urgency for Uncle Ying were naturally only the Chinese audience.

For the group of island nation spectators and participants on the other side of the arena, this was great news.

At this time, they had already begun to clamor.

Holding small pieces of paper painted with膏药flags,团扇, etc., they waved them back and forth, cheering loudly for their own陰陽師.

As the person involved, Uncle Ying naturally noticed the danger at this moment.

Facing the spells and claw strikes that were constantly attacking him, as well as the continuously weakening protective shield light, he knew that he had no way to retreat and that it was time to fight desperately!

So, a look of determination flashed across his face, and he quickly bit his tongue, quickly holding the greatsword upright in front of his chest.

At the same time, he formed a hand seal, and spiritual light suddenly appeared in his palm, with his index and middle fingers pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows.

Slowly, he began to close his eyes, his expression solemn and solemn, and he recited loudly.

“As long as you suffer a loss, the thought arises in your heart~!”

“茅山寄打True Divine Art, the Eight Great Marshals display their supernatural powers~!

Mr. Nine Marquis may be drunk, but he also knows the east, west, north, and south winds~!”

“Disciple looks up at the blue sky, with all the ancestral masters by my side!”

“I respectfully invite the ancestral master to possess me!”

“I respectfully invite the ancestral master to possess me!”

“I respectfully invite the ancestral master to possess me!”

As the incantation in his mouth was constantly recited, basically every time he recited a sentence, Uncle Ying would follow it up by stomping his foot heavily on the ground.

Until smoke and dust rose, soil debris flew, and a small pit was stomped out of the compacted ground under his feet, and a trace of pure blood energy began to flow out of his mouth.

Above the sky, the light that had originally become dim due to the gathering of wind and clouds actually changed accordingly.

A beam of golden light suddenly shone down~

The golden light seemed to appear out of thin air, as if it came from another dimensional space, falling from the high sky.

It directly penetrated the dark clouds above the arena, covering Uncle Ying below.

The next moment, a strange lightning bolt followed closely behind the light, directly striking the top of Uncle Ying's head.

It seemed to be exceptionally swift, but it did not injure even a single hair of Uncle Ying himself, as if it was just an illusion.

This entire process seemed a little strange.

It clearly happened before everyone's eyes, able to be observed by everyone present, but it seemed slow and fast, as if time had stopped at this moment.

The妖异man who was fiercely attacking with his claws, the陰陽師with a murderous look on his face, the fireballs flying with dancing flames, the hailstones drifting with cold air, the little girl in the audience seats with her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest, the island nation spectators with saliva flying and lips and teeth flying, Yuan Datou on the podium gripping the armrest of the chair and widening his eyes…

Including Liang Yue, who was holding a teacup with a focused expression, and even everyone present, were frozen there at this moment!

“Boom~”

The next moment, a burst of scattered golden smoke suddenly erupted from Uncle Ying's body.

It seemed turbulent, but it was not able to stir up a trace of dust or debris.

But the妖异man who was originally waving his claws and attacking fiercely was blasted away in an instant.

Then, Uncle Ying, who had originally closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, with golden divine light restrained within.

His appearance was still the same as before, but Uncle Ying's expression, demeanor, and even his entire temperament and charm had all undergone earth-shattering changes in silence.

Transcendent, indifferent to all beings, modest and gentle, heroic and outstanding…

His entire body seemed to have never been stained with a trace of dust, like a pure and boundless cloud, free and unfettered between heaven and earth.

“Heh~”

Facing the妖异man who had fallen in front of him, and the island nation陰陽師in the back, Uncle Ying curled the corners of his mouth at this moment, revealing a smile.

The greatsword that was originally held upright was simply waved lightly, as if he was just wiping away the dust in front of him with a whisk, gently and naturally.

An extremely subtle and extremely condensed sword energy was then unleashed.

The妖异man and the陰陽師tens of meters away in the back were split in two almost simultaneously in just an instant!

Neither the hard claws and skin, nor the protective magical instruments surrounding their bodies, could stop it in the slightest!

As fresh blood splattered, the golden light that had fallen from the sky actually began to narrow, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, only a line of light remained.

Seeing this at this moment, the originally indifferent eyes of Uncle Ying also changed, and a trace of strangeness quietly disappeared.

Then, a faint golden light and shadow flew out from the top of his head, chasing after the golden light above.

In an instant, it disappeared from the sight of everyone present!

……