Chapter 208: Purple Thunder Sword Sect's Signature Skill
Shangguan Jiannan witnessed this scene and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. He looked around and saw that although the disciples of Tianjian Sect fought hard, they were already covered in wounds, and their eyes were full of helplessness and fatigue.
This hard battle has lasted for dozens of minutes. The opponent has become more and more courageous, while they are gradually exhausted.
Due to the huge disparity in strength, Shangguan Jiannan's face was filled with resentment and anger.
As the unstoppable momentum continued to spread, deafening roars continued to sound all around, and the balance of the battle had seriously tilted.
"Brother Shangguan, we can't hold on any longer."
A disciple was panting, with despair in his voice.
"Retreat, if this continues, we will all die."
"They are too strong. I'm afraid that the sect may also..." Fatigue and fear intertwined, some disciples have already begun to retreat.
Mo Tiancheng's retreat cast a shadow in their hearts. Facing such a powerful enemy, how could they resist with only a few people? "Shut up!" Shangguan Jiannan shouted angrily, and his voice turned into an invisible shock wave, which hurt everyone's eardrums.
"How can we retreat from our sect's holy land? We must stand firm to the end even if we die!" "The sect has treated us well, how can we betray it?" His words were full of determination, his facial features were twisted with anger, and his eyes were shining with an unyielding light.
At this moment, Shangguan Jiannan seemed to have transformed into a guardian angel, inspiring every disciple of the Tianjian Sect with his firm belief.
They know that no matter how difficult the road ahead is, they must grit their teeth and persevere, because this is their home and their roots.
It is human nature to feel fear when under the crushing power of absolute strength, and Shangguan Jiannan is well aware of this.
However, the situation is so difficult, and there are people like Mo Tiancheng who escape in the face of danger. If someone really rebels, I am afraid that the team will be like fallen leaves swept away by the autumn wind and will be completely defeated.
Faced with the arrogant attitude of the Temple of War God, everyone felt that their lives were hanging by a thread.
"Whoever dares to retreat must first consult the sword in my hand!" Shangguan Jiannan's words were sonorous and powerful.
Before he finished his words, there was a loud bang, and then a raging fire rose into the sky like a giant dragon, swooping towards the sky with bared fangs and claws, instantly lighting up the darkness, and the brilliant and dazzling light illuminated half the sky.
This spectacular sight shocked everyone. A strong sense of excitement and pride surged from deep within their hearts. The fear that had previously shrouded their hearts gradually dissipated, and was replaced by endless fighting spirit and courage.
"Haha, you are really good at speaking sweet words!" A cold laugh came from the opposite camp, as if it came from the devil from hell, full of ridicule and contempt.
This sneer was like a sharp sword, piercing through the silent night sky and people's hearts. The determination and coldness in the laughter made people shudder, as if foreshadowing the coming of a terrible storm.
"But now, your doom has come." Another voice said coldly, as if sentencing you to death. "Because we are tired of this boring game and don't want to waste any more time."
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, hitting everyone's heart hard. Everyone had originally held out a glimmer of hope, but now it was completely crushed. They realized that they were just puppets in the hands of the other party, and had always been played in the palm of their hands.
"What? Was everything just a joke?" Someone in the crowd shouted in horror, unable to accept this cruel fact. Others echoed him, with despair on their faces. Those cold smiles seemed like a ruthless whip, lashing their hearts, making them feel unprecedented pain and helplessness.
Although masters like Guo Polu and Chu Tianjiao looked solemn, they couldn't help but smile bitterly.
They seemed to have anticipated such an outcome, and they had done their best in the face of such a powerful enemy. However, when they saw the expressions of the people around them, they couldn't help but feel a little sad.
These people once had high hopes for them, but now they can only watch them go to destruction.
Just as despair was spreading, Shangguan Jiannan's voice suddenly sounded, steady and powerful, as if it could penetrate all the haze: "Everyone has to die? That's wrong!" There was an unquestionable power in his voice that changed the atmosphere around them.
"Buzz——" As his words fell, Shangguan Jiannan's left arm shook, and a dazzling red light flowed out from his arm, instantly condensing into a dazzling red lightsaber.
The aura around him surged at this moment, as if he was possessed by the god of war, overwhelming everyone.
This scene brought the originally shaken people's hearts together again, and also added a barely perceptible solemnity to the sneer of the War God Temple.
Shangguan Jiannan, in his own unique way, proves to everyone that finding hope in despair and shining in desperate situations is the true way of a warrior.
The bright red spiritual energy gushed out from Shangguan Jiannan's left arm like boiling blood, and spread rapidly while spinning, as if swept by a strong wind.
His eyes were red and his momentum surged as he roared, like a tsunami.
With a "whoosh!", the spiritual energy around him rushed into the sky, accompanied by a heart-wrenching roar. He was in extreme pain, but the surge of spiritual energy did not stop.
He waved his hand, and hundreds of Soul Gathering Pills in the air broke into pieces and turned into a heat wave that surrounded him, and the surging pain was slightly relieved.
"This guy has too many Spirit Gathering Pills!" "He wants to kill himself by self-destructing like this?" "No matter how strong he is, he can't withstand so much spiritual energy!" All around, disciples from both the War God Temple and the Heavenly Sword Sect were shocked and couldn't believe it.
Shangguan Jiannan completely ignored Chu Tianjiao's words and just panted heavily. Suddenly, he raised his head abruptly, his eyes were as sharp as two swords, piercing straight at Chu Tianjiao, as if he wanted to burn him to ashes. At the same time, the spiritual energy around him became violent again, like an enraged lion.
Shangguan Jiannan's back began to heat up, as if something was burning his skin, and even a trace of blood flowed out from there. This abnormal situation and his roar made Chu Tianjiao stunned, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.
After a while, a strange smile appeared on Chu Tianjiao's face: "Finally you used your ultimate move, right? Unfortunately, even so, you won't be able to leave here alive today." After that, he shouted: "Ice Sword Formation, start!"
Crash! As Chu Tianjiao showed a ferocious smile, a series of earth-shaking explosions suddenly sounded, and the hot atmosphere that originally permeated around Shangguan Jiannan actually weakened a little at this moment. Shangguan Jiannan looked at Chu Tianjiao with disdain in his eyes: "Boy, you are not my opponent at all."
Chu Tianjiao's arrogant laughter echoed in the empty space, and then, a series of loud noises that shook the earth and heaven followed. The cold air was so intense that the air seemed to crackle and freeze into frost wherever it passed.
Buzz! Accompanied by a sharp whistle, a dazzling blue sword light streaked across the sky, rushing past like lightning, the speed was so fast that it was astonishing.
The blue light shone brightly, like a falling meteor, giving people a soul-stirring beauty. At the same time, the sword body trembled slightly, making a clear and pleasant humming sound, as if telling of its power and mystery.
The long sword in Chu Tianjiao's hand danced faster and faster, and the sword became more and more fierce, bringing with it gusts of whistling wind. And with the slight movement of his palm, a surge of cold air suddenly erupted, like a volcanic eruption, pouring out of his body continuously.
This cold air was extremely huge and bone-chilling, making people feel cold. Even though they were far away, the air around them became colder because of this cold air, as if they had entered the middle of winter.
"Congeal!" Chu Tianjiao roared in a low voice, as loud as thunder and deafening. With this order, the cold air around them quickly gathered together, and in the blink of an eye it condensed into dozens of crystal clear and extremely sharp ice swords.
These ice swords were transparent, emitting a chilling cold light that made people shudder. Each sword was about one foot long and one inch and two inches wide, with a sharp needle tip, flashing a cold light, hovering in the air, emitting a chilling air.
"Hiss! This momentum is so terrifying." A disciple who was watching took a breath and said with horror on his face.
"He is indeed a top master from abroad, his reputation is well-deserved!" Another disciple couldn't help but sigh, his eyes full of awe and admiration.
"Look, that's the Purple Thunder Sword Sect's signature skill—the Ice Sword Formation!" Someone pointed at the ice sword in the sky and shouted excitedly.
The disciples around were all amazed, with expressions of fear that could not be concealed on their faces. They knew the power of this unique skill very well, and secretly felt lucky that they had not become its target.
Shangguan Jiannan's eyes flashed with determination and madness. He realized that he was facing an unprecedented threat, but he did not back down. On the contrary, he decided to go all out and compete with Chu Tianjiao.
"Everyone, retreat immediately!" Shangguan Jiannan suddenly shouted loudly, his voice revealing unquestionable majesty. He knew that if he continued to stay here, more disciples would be put in danger. Therefore, he decisively issued the order to retreat, hoping to protect their safety.