Chapter 738

But the gap in strength between them and ordinary fifth-turn experts was absolutely worlds apart!

Bu Chunfeng's expression was cold; he wiped the residual blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes indifferent.

"Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed."

Immediately, his left-hand Blue Silver Veined Dragon Spear left his grip, rotating around the Golden Wandering Dragon Spear.

As his arm swung, the spear actually circled the shaft without falling; the two spears seemed to fuse into one, spinning and humming!

His mastery of the spears was superb, already capable of wielding two spears with a single arm.

He took a step and flew forward.

He charged toward the massive seal, his spear movements extremely profound, brandishing several dragon-tail phantoms.

"Ten years of life and death, vast and boundless; a hundred miles of lonely graves, nowhere to speak of sorrow!"

"The fifth spear, Sorrow!!"

Bang!

The momentum of this spear was mysterious; unlike the previous violent and murderous spear techniques, it was filled with a certain hesitant slowness, yet its piercing power was not weak!

However, several spear strikes failed to stop the giant Buddha palm in the slightest.

Bu Chunfeng's eyes were calm, as if he had anticipated this scene.

He did not panic and continued to attack, his posture remaining steady.

"Swift wind and sudden rain, great waterfall falling, clouds at the end of the world."

"The sixth spear, Raging Flow!" he roared lowly.

Suddenly, his spear became illusory, as if hundreds of spear shadows appeared simultaneously, the attacks so dense they formed a curtain.

Countless spear shadows pierced through in succession, causing several cracks to appear on the Buddha palm seal.

This finally caused the Buddha palm to stall slightly.

But it was still far from being completely defeated.

The speed of this Buddha palm was immense and carried the power of spatial locking; Bu Chunfeng could not avoid it and had to meet it head-on.

He knew well that a full-force strike from a peer-level expert could not be stopped by a single spear technique.

Thus, his tactic was pure from the start.

That was to chain multiple spear techniques together to block this palm!

Bu Chunfeng pressed forward, attacking immediately following the posture of the previous move!

The Raging Dragon Sixteen Spear Technique was inherently a chainable skill; there were no gaps between moves, and any adjacent moves could be combined, fast enough to feel like a single strike.

"Dreaming of the past, golden spears and iron horses, spirit swallowing ten thousand miles like a tiger."

"The seventh spear, Battle Sha!"

As he spoke, he thrust his spears again.

The twin spears thrust out violently, as if a tiger's roar was shaking the air, deafening.

Su Ming, hidden in a nearby pavilion, watched the duel from above, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"This Bu Chunfeng... why does he have to shout the name of the move every time he attacks?"

"Could it be that he has a skill that boosts momentum after shouting the move name?"

Su Ming was suspicious and scanned him.

Yet... he gained absolutely nothing.

Among this uncle's 23 total skills, not a single one could boost skill power by shouting the name!

Su Ming shook his head, dismissed his doubts, and focused entirely on observing their battle.

Being able to observe their fight, he could also learn a thing or two.

Even with his past life's experience as an eighth-turn God of Slaughter, he felt no arrogance.

True masters are always humble enough to learn.

Even a street thug might have some unique combat insights; this was a principle Su Ming had realized over many years.

It was this mindset that had forged his extremely rich combat experience.

Among eighth-turn experts of the same realm in his past life, no one could predict his movements in battle.

On the street, Bu Chunfeng's expression was icy as he unleashed several moves in succession!

"My heart is loyal and brave, but the violent thoughts are treacherous."

"With my dying words, I declare my ambition; for ten thousand generations, they shall worship at my grave!"

"The eighth and ninth spears!"

"Breaking Evil's Legacy Blade!"

Bu Chunfeng's twin spears hung in the air, suddenly blocking horizontally, then he lunged forward, breaking through the air; a dragon's roar echoed, fiercely piercing the Buddha seal and creating a large hole.

At the same time, his arm trembled, pulling the spear back, and a lingering spear phoenix pierced through, attacking in the opposite direction, further deepening the penetration.

The Buddha palm suddenly developed several huge cracks!

This meant he was about to break the move!

Seeing this, Cao Sha was drenched in sweat and hurriedly exerted all his strength, his hands trembling as he reinforced the power of the Buddha seal.

The opponent was a true half-step sixth-turn, while he was only relying on his Flesh-Eating Buddha Body to hold on; Cao Sha knew his fate clearly.

There were only a few dozen seconds of duration left; if he couldn't kill the opponent, he was dead!

He gritted his teeth and roared, blood tears streaming from his eyes as he completely exhausted his mental power!

In an instant, the Buddha seal's power increased, and the sky was filled with the chanting of crazed Buddhist voices!

Facing Cao Sha's hysterical full-force attack, Bu Chunfeng directly unleashed the tenth spear!

"Having endured a hundred calamities and a thousand hardships, my life has been like walking on thin ice."

His tone was intoxicated, his posture strange, slightly hunched, his eyes icy cold.

He gripped the spear with one arm, while the other Blue Silver Veined Dragon Spear wrapped around his arm, rotating and overlapping, finally clicking as it rested on his shoulder.

"Trampling this wall of heart-sealing, with no thought or attachment, the killing intent is cold."

"If one is to slaughter the dragon, one must first slaughter the phoenix; a chest full of wild fire... one spear of Yang!"

"The tenth spear, Dragon Yang!" ===== CHAPTER 740 =====