Chapter 400

Zhao Fusheng was naturally greeted by a torrent of flying swords. With a roar, he slashed out with his giant axe, an invisible aura surging upward and destroying countless flying swords along the way, its energy only exhausting when it was nearly upon the opponent.

However, the flying swords were endless. After slashing several times, Zhao Fusheng grew impatient, directly releasing his protective golden light and charging forward against the torrent of swords. Such mosquito-bite-like attacks, aside from consuming a bit of his magic, could only slow his speed and had no other effect.

But at this moment, another boom sounded. A massive bullet shot over, the immense impact forcing Zhao Fusheng back several feet, his protective golden light visibly dimming.

Zhao Fusheng was furious and charged forward at full speed, only to be blasted back by another shot from Wei Yuan.

Amidst the booming gunfire and the pincer attack of the two flying sword torrents, Zhao Fusheng's protective golden light flickered unsteadily. Taking three steps forward and one back, his progress was actually somewhat difficult.

Wei Yuan had no time to reload, simply firing shot after shot to interrupt Zhao Fusheng's momentum while draining his magic.

Meanwhile, the two Dragon Guards, Wen and Wu, maintained suppression with their rotary flying sword cannons. Although the torrent of swords couldn't even break the golden light barrier, it could still make the light flicker, causing Zhao Fusheng's magic to steadily decline.

At this time, a group of researchers within the Wanli Heshan provided the latest analysis based on the battle situation:

If a flying sword consumes one unit of Dao power during production, then when fired at Zhao Fusheng, the magic he consumes to defend against it is 1.5 units. The conclusion is that attacking is more favorable than defending; there is an advantage in the magic consumption ratio, and one should continue to attack fiercely regardless of ammunition consumption.

This conclusion invigorated Wei Yuan. Reaching out to grab more, he realized that the dozen or so loaded guns were already empty. With no time to reload, Wei Yuan immediately took out the Immaculate Reincarnation to continue firing, his magazine changes like lightning, almost achieving the effect of a rotary machine cannon.

Although the single-shot power of the Immaculate Reincarnation was far inferior to the gunpowder-based muskets, its rate of fire was far superior, consuming more of the opponent's magic.

Under the pincer attack of the three-way firepower, Zhao Fusheng was actually still able to charge forward step by step against the rain of swords!

Wei Yuan's heart tightened, and he activated his hidden hand.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt a sense of alarm, a faint, lingering killing intent appearing from his side and rear. There was actually another ambush? And this opponent made him truly feel a threat, likely only slightly inferior to the Kong Que Monk.

Zhao Fusheng stopped and turned his head, his eyes like lightning, his vast spiritual sense sweeping through the location of the killing intent like a storm, but he found nothing.

During this pause, the ground where he stood suddenly exploded. The massive shockwave was accompanied by countless flying swords; Wei Yuan had buried a total of four directional flying sword mines in this area, and the firepower was extremely fierce.

With this key item, the flying sable's aura, in hand, the "Crouching Dragon and Fledgling Phoenix" duo have found a use for their talents again. That's right, there is more than one pair of "Crouching Dragon and Fledgling Phoenix" among the mortals now, and the danger and ingenuity of their schemes have opened Wei Yuan's eyes.

But immediately after, Zhao Fusheng realized he was wrong. Under the simultaneous bombardment of countless flying swords, his protective golden light finally couldn't hold, followed by his Dharma robe and inner armor!

After the boom, Zhao Fusheng's Dharma robe and inner armor were tattered, both thighs exposed, and several patches of leg hair scorched. Only half a boot remained, revealing ten toes.

It must be said that Zhao Fusheng's Dharma body was truly formidable; under such an attack, only a few small blood spots appeared, the injuries slightly heavier than a mosquito bite. However, a mosquito that could bite through his skin and draw blood would likely be a once-in-a-millennium genius among the mosquito tribe.

Still quite a bit of leg hair, oh, one patch wasn't burned clean... Wei Yuan muttered silently in his heart, changed the magazine, stood up, and continued to fire.

But this time, Zhao Fusheng was clearly truly enraged. A hazy golden light appeared on the giant axe, and he suddenly slashed out, the aura heading straight for the cultivators on the central stone mountain.

This axe aura was a thousand zhang long, plowing a deep trench into the ground, rolling forward, destroying all flying swords along the way, and finally crushing over the mountain top!

The aura of the scholar Dragon Guard on the stone mountain plummeted, his chest and abdomen a bloody mess, almost completely sliced open. The rotary machine cannon was also destroyed by the aura, reverting to Dao power and dissipating. Wei Yuan had to retract the scholar Dragon Guard; otherwise, if he were truly killed in the outside world, he would suffer severe damage to his vitality and might even drop in realm.

After the earth-shattering axe strike, Zhao Fusheng had to catch his breath, then slashed another axe toward the warrior Dragon Guard on the left. Under the axe, the warrior Dragon Guard was also severely injured and retracted by Wei Yuan.

But Wei Yuan kept outputting damage. In a short time, he had changed over a dozen magazines, shaving off at least enough of Zhao Fusheng's magic to equal a hundred Dao Foundation cultivators. Zhao Fusheng's magic was now less than 40% of his peak, but he was fearless, slashing a third axe down at Wei Yuan!

Wei Yuan immediately retreated into the fortification. The gale roared, destroying the fortification, tearing through Wei Yuan's protective magic, shredding his Dharma robe and inner armor, and finally hitting his physical body, which blocked it.

As soon as the gale passed, Wei Yuan instantly stood up and emptied his magazine.

The sudden dozens of flying swords hit Zhao Fusheng, making him sway. He looked down and saw seven small blood spots on his body. This was because his protective magic was insufficient, and his Dharma body was finally starting to take damage.

Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected his opponent to be able to take his axe head-on and act as if nothing happened. He let out another long roar like a dragon's chant, and a giant dragon head probed out from the scroll painting, fixing its gaze on Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan leaped up and fled into the distance in an instant.

The dragon head was also stunned, not expecting Wei Yuan to flee so decisively, and Wei Yuan was impossible to lock onto, causing its mouthful of pure white dragon breath to get stuck in its throat. It coughed violently, the flames spraying everywhere, burning everything they touched to nothing.

This killing blow was about to be unleashed but got stuck halfway. Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but cough violently, bending over and even coughing up blood.

After coughing for a long while, Zhao Fusheng finally recovered. He then realized he hadn't even seen the kid's face clearly.

Fortunately, two of the three had been killed by him, and the remaining one was the weakest; it didn't matter if he let him go. Besides, that guy wasn't a Dharma Form... not a Dharma Form?

Zhao Fusheng was suspicious. If he wasn't a Dharma Form, how did he get in? If he wasn't a Dharma Form, how did he withstand his death-blow axe? Could this person also be an immortal descendant, and the most favored kind at that?

After a moment of thought, Zhao Fusheng felt this must be the answer.

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He couldn't be bothered to think more and strode toward the stone mountain. The little people in ambush were either dead or injured, but that Flying Sable was still there. Zhao Fusheng's axe strike had looked immensely powerful, but in reality, it was controlled perfectly, not affecting the Flying Sable in the slightest.

However, at this very moment, a stinging sensation suddenly comes from his side and rear! He is shocked and turns around, his peripheral vision catching only a ball of fire, and then an object flies over at an incredible speed. He tries his best to turn, while barely managing to block in front of him with his giant axe.

Zhao Fusheng strode to the top of the mountain, reached out to lift the net on the ground, tore it apart, and pulled out the Flying Sable inside. He only glanced at it once before he was enraged, his roar shaking the heavens and earth:

The Qiongshan cultivator cannot withstand the huge power either and flies backward. Then there is another roar; this time the Qiongshan cultivator can no longer see the incoming object, and his protective magic power can only deflect it slightly. Following that, his left shoulder explodes, and an arm is severed from his body.

After all this, the group of cultivators had fought to the death, and even he, Zhao Fusheng, had been left covered in dirt and in a sorry state, all for a fake sable?

Just as he was enraged, an explosion occurred under Zhao Fusheng's feet. These damned guys had actually set a trap under the fake sable as well, and it was nine sword mines!

As the smoke cleared, Zhao Fusheng's figure appeared. His face was livid; although he wasn't heavily injured, he felt his intelligence had been severely insulted.

Before entering the mystical realm, all cultivators had confirmed the aura of the Shadowless Flying Sable, so normally they wouldn't have misidentified it. This fake sable had been able to fool them naturally because its aura was real.

Where did these guys get the aura of a real sable? Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to think of the answer; as long as he caught the kid who fled, everything would naturally be solved.

He crushed the fake sable and was about to pursue when he heard a call from behind: "Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Zhao Fusheng turned slowly, only to see the Kong Que Monk had returned. But this time, the look in the monk's eyes when he saw him was wrong.

Zhao Fusheng looked down and finally realized that his clothes were almost completely destroyed, and under the washing of the flying swords, not even a few hairs remained. But his Dharma body was formidable, and he was almost uninjured, appearing as clean as jade.

Blood rushed to Zhao Fusheng's face instantly. Covering his lower parts with one hand, his roar echoed throughout the entire mystical realm: "Bald donkey, die!"

(End of chapter)