Chapter 250

On the sea, one hundred thousand lanterns surrounded the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion.

It was as brilliant as a sea of stars.

The Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion only had seven floors, but each floor was more than ten zhang high, and the tower as a whole was as large as a mountain.

The top of the tower was hundreds of meters from the ground; the clouds were low and the wind was swift, making the full moon appear even larger, illuminating the glazed tiles until they shone brilliantly, like the golden roof of a fairy building.

"Boom!"

The three people at the top of the tower shifted unpredictably.

Magic power collided, and the clash of battle-soldiers sounded like thunder.

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young drove the thought-form light shadows of the Azure Luan and Qilin beasts, striking against the "Peaches and Plums Fill the World" and "Eight Trigrams Seal Life and Death" supported by Zuoqiu Hongting, shaking the latter so hard she stepped on the glazed tiles and retreated repeatedly, nearly falling into the sea.

She was heavily injured; although she had taken healing elixirs, her combat power was still greatly reduced, far from her peak state.

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young wanted to defeat Zuoqiu Hongting first, but after chasing out only three steps, a long sword-sound came from above his head.

Li Youyi, like a visitor from beyond the heavens, held two swords and swooped down, a God-Speed Talisman pasted on his chest, his speed comparable to the Luan-Born Qilin-Young.

Both swords slashed down like two divine waterfalls.

"Bang, bang!"

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young swung his staff to meet the attack, blocking Li Youyi's sword momentum.

"Life and Death Slash!"

Directly in front, Zuoqiu Hongting's ruler slashed horizontally, transforming into ten zhang in length, with green light and dense scriptures appearing simultaneously.

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young's eyes tightened; after shaking off Li Youyi, the silver staff in his hand melted, turning into countless liquid droplets. The droplets flew out rapidly, transforming into dozens of sharp silver shuttles in the process of flight.

Li Youyi, who had been shaken into mid-air, had sharp eyes, slashing out the Startling Feather Sword, the sword edge flying out countless feather-shaped sword-qi.

The Yellow Dragon Sword blocked defensively.

Most of the silver shuttles were blocked, with only a few landing on his body, colliding with the more than nine hundred scriptures on his skin, unable to pierce Li Youyi's defense.

The Blood Handprint Demon Armor was a Ninth-Grade Hundred-Character Weapon.

However, the impact carried by the silver shuttles was like fists landing on his body, shaking Li Youyi away from the top of the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion and appearing in mid-air hundreds of meters from the sea surface.

Once he fell down and left the battlefield, by the time he rushed back, it was very likely that Zuoqiu Hongting would have been killed.

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young's strategy was to break them one by one.

Facing two with one, his chances of winning were not high.

"Awoo!"

Just as Li Youyi flew out, a Yellow Dragon light shadow appeared beneath his feet, subsequently walking through the air, sliding from the dragon's tail to the dragon's head, and flying back like lightning.

The footwork of the Yellow Dragon Ascending to Heaven had already been cultivated to a more profound level, following his heart and will, and the cultivation of a battle-method thought-form was just around the corner.

"Bang!"

On the other side, the Luan-Born Qilin-Young struck the ruler with his palm, his figure retreating continuously under the power of the ruler. Sensing Li Youyi attacking from behind, his eyes sank, his figure sprang, and he rushed into the sky, thereby escaping the danger of being caught in a pincer attack.

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young stepped on the Azure Luan light shadow and rushed straight up.

Zuoqiu Hongting stepped on flower rain, and Li Youyi had dragon shadows one after another beneath his feet; the two pursued relentlessly, always attacking the Luan-Born Qilin-Young together, as if they were going to fight all the way above the clouds.

However, with their cultivation, such a fighting style consumed magic power extremely quickly.

This was precisely the Luan-Born Qilin-Young's strategy of "using one's own strengths to exhaust the enemy's weaknesses," seeing that Zuoqiu Hongting's magic power was already depleted, while Li Youyi had just reached the Sixth Sea.

"Lend me your magic power."

Li Youyi took out the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal, and the two simultaneously injected magic power into it.

"Boom!"

Above the firmament, thunder roared and lightning flashed.

From the seal, more than a dozen bright purple lightning bolts rushed out, shattering the Azure Luan battle-method thought-form light shadow beneath the Luan-Born Qilin-Young's feet. Several of the electric bolts struck his body.

Losing the support of the Azure Luan battle-method thought-form, and with his magic power circulation obstructed by being struck by lightning, the Luan-Born Qilin-Young fell straight toward the sea surface hundreds of meters below.

Just as he was about to crash into the sea surface...

With a "whoosh," a pair of huge cyan wings unfolded on his back.

They were real flesh-and-blood wings, several zhang long, burning with cyan flames; wherever they flew, they stirred up sea waves several meters high. Along with the cyan wings, a vast and mighty demon cloud erupted.

Qilin horns grew on the Luan-Born Qilin-Young's forehead, and the demon side of his nature was finally revealed, his power becoming even more terrifying.

The jade carriage pulled by five snow dragon-jiao stopped.

Tang Wanqiu jumped off the carriage, looking at the purple lightning and figures flickering in the southern sky, feeling a sense of longing.

After a while, the thunder arrived late.

Inside the carriage, Tang Wanzhou's voice sounded: "You have already lost the qualification to enter the venue; even if you go and win, you won't get any rewards and won't become a Hidden Dragon. Instead, there is a risk of dying on the battlefield; it's not worth it."

Tang Wanqiu said: "Refining the thousand-year snow marrow, my injuries have recovered by thirty percent in a short time. I can maintain my peak state for six or seven moves; I think that's enough! Going there this time is not to compete for the Hidden Dragon, but for revenge."

"Since you have such spirit, how can I not help you? Take my Divine Snow Sword and use Long Dian's blood to wash away the frost brought from the Northern Border on the sword's edge."

In the jade carriage, a hand as white as congealed fat formed a sword finger and led forward.

"Zheng!"

The Divine Snow Sword flew out of its sheath, rushed out of the carriage curtain, and stuck in the center of the street ten zhang away, its trembling sound echoing through the entire city with great penetrating power.

With the sword tip as the starting point, the entire street was covered in white frost.

"As long as the person is here, the sword is here; I will surely not lose the sword."

Tang Wanqiu picked up the long sword, leaped, drew an arc in the void, and headed toward the bright Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion.

Li Youyi and Zuoqiu Hongting exchanged a glance, no longer being led by the nose by the Luan-Born Qilin-Young, and turned into two afterimages, rushing toward the seaside where Ge Xiantong was trapped.

Sure enough.

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young no longer led them to fight in the sky, but swooped down to the seaside to intercept them.

On the other side, Yin Eleven didn't have confidence until he activated the Ghost Flag and a ten-zhang-tall ghost general walked out of the flag, challenging: "Who is coming to fight me?"

Ming Niansheng glanced at the ghost general: "Ten zhang tall, that is the level of the Dao-Seed Realm. Is this really not against the rules?"

"What do you know? If I had the cultivation of the Dao-Seed Realm, what I would summon wouldn't be a ten-zhang-tall ghost general! It would be twenty zhang, thirty zhang..."

Yin Eleven waved the Ghost Flag.

The ten-zhang-tall ghost general let out a long roar and rushed toward the enemy group, spitting Duling Cold Fire from its mouth.

Tantai Jing held a magic staff, stood at the center of a formation disk with a diameter of one hundred meters, floated in mid-air, and transmitted an order to fourteen of the twenty-eight Disaster-Fire Realm Great Thought-Masters with thought-power.

The twenty-eight Disaster-Fire Realm Great Thought-Masters, each a top powerhouse below the Spirit-Thought Master level, stood in a circle according to the formation disk.

Facing the ten-zhang-tall ghost general, fourteen of the Great Thought-Masters stepped out, each with a beam of light rushing from their brow, intertwining into a formation seal and blocking the Duling Cold Fire.

The ghost general changed its fighting method, holding a battle-halberd and swinging it.

Dense runes flew from the brows of the fourteen Great Thought-Masters, attacking the ghost general's true body directly.

This was the first time Yin Eleven had faced fourteen Disaster-Fire Realm Great Thought-Masters at once; they came from different factions, their coordination was not tacit, but they already possessed the strength to restrain a Dao-Seed Realm powerhouse.

"Fourteen of them are so powerful... how strong must Ge Xiantong be?" Yin Eleven was shocked, unable to imagine such an existence at the Five Seas Realm.

Tantai Jing and Ming Niansheng also wanted to ask this question.

They had originally thought that with such a lineup, they could suppress Ge Xiantong in an instant.

In the Ash Region, Ge Xiantong tried his best to support the white mist world, with one sun and one moon rotating endlessly above his head, dissolving the attack power coming from all directions.

His Sun-Moon battle-method thought-form was strong when facing the strong, could transfer attack power, borrow force to strike, and was not afraid of being besieged.

Of course, no matter how strong the defense was, there was a limit.

Ge Xiantong already had many injuries on his body, his skin cracking like ceramic, and even his Dao-body could not hold up.

Just at this moment, he sensed the formation weakening and naturally wanted to seize the opportunity. His eyes opened suddenly, his pupils were one sun and one moon, shooting out two bright beams of light that hit the formation disk above his head.

From the position of the Ancestral Field below his navel, five golden lights flew out in succession.

"Bang! Bang..."

Inside each golden light was a ruler-long diamond-shaped golden pillar, flying in five directions and hitting the five beast-headed Departed Spirit powerhouses from the Realm of the Dead, sending them flying out of the formation area.

The five golden lights flew back, falling into his hands and combining into a five-foot-long golden whip.

Dense, tiny scriptures appeared on the golden whip, the brilliance reaching its peak, the power shaking the formation disk endlessly.

"Not good, he is wielding the Anti-Dragon Whip..."

Tantai Jing exclaimed.

Ge Xiantong raised the whip, his body wrapped in golden light, rushing straight up, piercing through the formation disk with one strike, and then angrily swooping down.

Tantai Jing hurriedly waved his staff, striking out a formation seal.

"Bang!"

The formation seal was like paper, shattered by the golden whip.

In an instant, the second whip thrust out, Tantai Jing's head exploded, turning into a headless corpse, falling into the small Ash Region below.

Ge Xiantong looked at his skin, which was full of cracks and blood, his eyes scanning those panicked Great Thought-Masters, and finally, his gaze fell on Yin Eleven: "I will remember the favor of your help! If there is a chance, come to Lingxiao City with Li Youyi, and I will treat you."

"Boom!"

Ge Xiantong's eyes fell on Ming Niansheng, who was supporting the battle-method thought-form. Instantly, the anger burned the sky, stepping out a large pit on the ground, his figure as fast as lightning, rushing to the top of Ming Niansheng's head, and swinging the whip.

Ming Niansheng summoned hundreds of Departed Spirit ghost shadows, forming a ghost cloud, but with a loud bang, it was shattered by a single whip.

A moment later.

With a "bang," Ming Niansheng's body was broken by a whip, turning into two broken corpses.

"One by one, do you all think you are Li Youyi? Am I that easy to provoke?"

Ge Xiantong couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the remaining Great Thought-Masters and the five ghosts who had fled without a trace, raising his whip and stepping on the waves, rushing toward the battlefield of the Luan-Born Qilin-Young, Li Youyi, and Zuoqiu Hongting.

Among the younger generation, only those three could pique his interest.

"Long Dian, endure the sword condensed from the grievances and resentment of hundreds of Five Seas Realm Wu Xiu of my Snow Sword Tang Court."

Tang Wanqiu held the Divine Snow Sword, accompanied by frost and flying snow, flying down from a position more than ten zhang high, slashing out a sword-qi divine brilliance.

Long Dian had just rushed out of the thirty-six Thunder Strike Formations when he felt the bone-chilling cold on Tang Wanqiu's sword edge, the pain of frostbite on his cheeks, and immediately swung his halberd to block.

"Boom!"

The earth beneath his feet collapsed into a deep pit.

Pain came from Long Dian's chest; he looked down to see his golden armor cracked, blood seeping from the cracks.

The 120,000-jin bronze battle-halberd in his hand was cut in two by a single sword. The entire street behind him turned white, covered in a thick layer of frost.

"Divine Snow... Sword..."

Long Dian gritted his teeth, space power erupting from his Ancestral Field, his figure exploding backward like a spring, distancing himself from Tang Wanqiu and Lu Cangsheng.

He looked toward the battlefield.

He saw Heartless Golden Ape and Hidden Ash falling one after another, their corpses being gnawed by the insect swarm, and the Wu Xiu of the Far West Ash Region faction showing signs of collapse.

Defeat like a mountain collapsing—that is probably the best way to describe the current situation.

Clearly, half an hour ago, it was a one-sided, excellent situation; why would a Li Youyi suddenly appear in the must-win Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival?