Chapter 137 Wang Feng Attacks
In the night, the star-like eyes suddenly opened, flashing with surprise.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp scream broke the silence and resounded through the sky: "Ah!" Nangong Yue screamed out of control, and Shangguan Jiannan was suddenly knocked away by a huge force, falling heavily to the ground, with dust flying.
"Cough cough..." Shangguan Jiannan struggled to get up, his face distorted in the pain of suffocation. His eyes met Nangong Yue's icy eyes, and he seemed to have fallen into a cold winter in an instant.
Nangong Yue was no longer as gentle as before. She clenched her hands, glared at Shangguan Jiannan, and roared like thunder, showing her rage.
Nangong Yue’s scream continued, so sharp that it could almost pierce people’s hearts.
Shangguan Jiannan had just gained his footing when he saw Nangong Yue driven by anger, with green light surrounding her body and majestic spiritual energy surging out, like the eve of a storm.
She held a green dagger and rushed towards him angrily.
Faced with this sudden attack, Shangguan Jiannan was unarmed and his fear was evident on his face.
He hastily mobilized the spiritual energy in his body and fled in panic. His figure was like blue lightning, leaving a trail of afterimages in the night sky, but he still couldn't escape the urgent pursuit.
"Dang!" There was a crisp sound of metal collision. The two men clashed, air waves scattered, and each was knocked back several steps.
The air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Two figures confronted each other, and a storm seemed to have just begun.
Shangguan Jiannan's pupils suddenly shrank, his face full of astonishment, his sight fixed on two figures not far away - a fiery red figure standing opposite Nangong Yue.
The fiery figure was none other than the top warrior of the Flame Sword Sect, Wang Feng. But at this moment he looked solemn and was obviously in a bad mood.
"Hand over the inheritance, and I will spare your life."
Wang Feng's voice was cold and contained an unquestionable threat, but he did not expect that he was facing Nangong Yue, the head of Liuyun Sword Sect and one of the four great masters of the Apocalypse Dynasty.
These words might be enough to shock others, but to Nangong Yue, they were nothing but wind in the ears.
"Wang Feng's name may shock others, but to me, Nangong Yue, it is nothing but a passing cloud."
Nangong Yue smiled indifferently, with a hint of disdain in her tone, which instantly made Wang Feng's face turn pale.
Before he finished speaking, Nangong Yue moved as fast as lightning, drew her dagger and pointed it directly at Wang Feng. A fierce battle was about to break out.
"Crazy Flame Sword Technique!" she shouted softly, and her attack was so fierce that Wang Feng had to draw his sword to fight back.
During the battle, Nangong Yue recalled the misunderstanding with Shangguan Jiannan, but she had no time to care about anything else at the moment and could only transfer her anger to Wang Feng.
Her swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and each strike contained the power to destroy the world, forcing Wang Feng to retreat again and again, making it almost impossible for him to defend himself.
After a few rounds, Wang Feng felt powerless and was secretly shocked: "Nangong Yue's strength is so terrifying that she has put me in a desperate situation with just a few moves."
He watched Nangong Yue's sword flying around, feeling extremely anxious, and his previous confidence was gone.
Finally, a loud bang shook the sky, and Wang Feng was knocked away by Nangong Yue's sword, and his red robe drew an embarrassing arc in the air.
At this moment, he deeply realized the gap between himself and the real masters, as well as Nangong Yue's strength that should not be underestimated.
In mid-air, a dazzling flash of fire flashed by, accompanied by a loud "boom". Wang Feng's face was full of astonishment, and he fell rapidly from a high altitude and fell heavily back into the previous illusion.
Immediately, shrill wails rang out one after another. Shangguan Jiannan was shocked when he saw this scene.
Nangong Yue, dressed in green gauze, descended as lightly as a fairy. The green aura lingering around her body gradually restrained, and her face returned to tranquility, elegant and unworldly, like a green lotus in a pond that was not stained by dust, dancing lightly in the wind, overflowing with aura, showing the unparalleled elegance of "Yueying" Nangong Yue.
Shangguan Jiannan was stunned for a moment as he looked at Nangong Yue's figure slowly descending from the void.
Suddenly, there was a sound of rushing water, and his face showed shock and confusion.
Nangong Yue's eyes moved, passing Shangguan Jiannan and looking into the distance.
Not far away, where the illusion was, the space began to distort violently, countless cracks spread out without warning, and an ancient and vicissitudes of life atmosphere filled the air.
The space was shaking, with continuous noises, and Shangguan Jiannan's expression became more and more solemn.
I saw that strange and fluctuating space melting rapidly like ice and snow meeting spring, and finally disappeared completely.
Among the disciples of the three sects, only Shangguan Jiannan and Nangong Yue escaped, while the others were still trapped in the illusion.
Through the distorted afterimages in space, Shangguan Jiannan could vaguely see the fear, solemnity and surprise intertwined on everyone's faces.
As the space rapidly melted away, that area eventually returned to nothingness, leaving behind everyone's deep shock and contemplation about the unknown.
Everyone looked around in shock, with different expressions, mixed with surprise and doubt.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the skeleton sitting quietly on the stone bed, which instantly caused an uproar.
"The heritage has been lost!" "Who dares to steal it?" "Stand out!" Questions came one after another, and the air was filled with tension and confusion.
Suddenly, the wind in the air suddenly increased, and Wang Feng and Wang Feng came like lightning, pointing directly at the Nangong Moon, and shouted angrily through the sky: "Hand over the inheritance, and don't even think about escaping!" Before the words fell, two figures arrived, with a fierce momentum.
Nangong Yue reacted quickly, a green light flashed, and the sword intent was overwhelming, instantly covering the two of them, and the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly.
Upon seeing this, everyone from the Fiery Sword Sect aimed their target at Nangong Yue and launched a fierce attack.
The remaining disciples of Liuyun Sword Sect were not willing to be outdone and displayed their strength one after another. The atmosphere was tense and the battle was about to break out.
Shangguan Jiannan was in the middle of it, shocked and at a loss as to what to do.
At this critical moment, a clear and delicate cry pierced the sky, and then an irresistible force pushed him out suddenly. His body drew an arc in the air and he fell heavily to the ground, feeling dizzy.
Nangong Yue followed closely behind and landed lightly. Before she could catch her breath, she saw the disciples of the Flame Sword Sect chasing after her.
Shangguan Jiannan cried out in shock, with a mixture of fear and determination. He instantly activated the Shadow Escape Technique, transformed into a blurry light and shadow, and sped away.
Upon seeing this, Chu Qingxuan and the other disciples of Liuyun Sword Sect did not hesitate to use their skills and followed Shangguan Jiannan. A life-and-death race took place in the dense forest.
Everyone rushed out of the hall, and Wang Feng shouted: "Stop them! The inheritance has been stolen!" He gritted his teeth, his eyes were like torches, he stared at Nangong Yue, his face was full of gloom.
However, the disparity in strength made him feel powerless, and he could only rely on the advantage in numbers, but he was not completely sure.
I have worked so hard for a long time just for the legacy of my ancestors, but now it has become someone else's possession. I am furious, but there is nothing I can do.
Regardless of the difference in power, he was furious and ordered a pursuit.
In an instant, dozens of figures broke through the air, the space trembled, and the power surged.
Wang Feng's face was livid, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he chased relentlessly, but he could only watch the enemy go farther and farther away. His roars echoed in the air, but he could not stop the enemy.
Shangguan Jiannan was shocked, but he had no choice but to join the escape. Everyone moved like lightning, shuttling through the hall and heading straight for the cave entrance on the top of the stone forest.
There were continuous and deafening explosions in the space that lasted for a long time, as if they were a silent accusation against this sudden incident.