Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chen Xiaojun felt the powerful force of the pair of swan claws, and he was well aware of the horror of these two attacks coming together.

He felt the golden bell vibrating.

The Golden Bell Cover can’t stop it!

This strong sense of crisis rushed straight to his head. He made a prompt decision and took advantage of the gap to remove the Golden Bell Cover. A sword shadow appeared behind him, with the long sword pointing to the sky.

The sword light shot straight into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, and the entire sky was shrouded in sword energy.

"The thirty-six peaks' long swords are here, the star fighting spirit is strong, the sword array and sword light seal the sky!"

As Chen Xiaojun sang, countless long swords streaked across the sky like meteors. Thirty-six sword lights in the style of Chunjun Sword instantly fell from the sky, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

These sword lights instantly spread out, interweaving into a sword formation in the air, and converging into a huge sword light barrier. They formed a powerful sealing force between each other, directly covering the pair of attacking giant claws.

The giant claws and the sword formation collided violently in the air, causing continuous explosions and rumbling sounds.

Every collision was accompanied by a strong shock wave and smoke, causing the entire ring to shake.

The air was filled with smoke and dust, submerging the figures of Chen Xiaojun and Xue Shiming.

However, even in such an environment, they can still feel each other's presence and breath.

They are like two unshakable mountains, standing tall in the smoke and dust.

At that moment, the thirty-six brilliant sword lights of the sword formation were like gorgeous fireworks in the night sky, but their brilliance was not eternal.

What they were facing were two Xue Shimings, each of whom had a Soul King-level fusion skill. Its powerful energy fluctuations were enough to eclipse any sword energy.

As time went by, these sword lights gradually dissipated and became invisible, as if they were slowly destroyed by a powerful invisible force.

Chen Xiaojun stood tall and straight, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

He gripped the hilt of the Chunjun sword tightly with both hands and poured all his strength into this magic sword.

The Nine Yang purple energy in his body, although scarce in quantity, was extremely precious, and at this moment it was injected into the sword without reservation.

The Chunjun Sword emitted a low humming sound, as if responding to his determination and courage.

At this moment, in the dense smoke, an impassioned chanting voice was clearly heard by every student watching the game. The voice was like a morning bell and an evening drum, stirring people's hearts: "The morning wind and the waning moon, the sword light is cold, breaking through the air and severing the worldly ties!"

Suddenly, Chen Xiaojun's figure cut through the sky like lightning. He was like a dragon leaping out of the abyss, rushing straight into the sky.

His speed was so fast that people could not catch up with him. They could only catch a swift figure in the air, "A Flash of Thunder Type One"!

At the same time, his Nine Yang Sword Qi also reached its peak state. Sword Qi overflowed from his body like a violent whirlwind, instantly evaporating all the surrounding rain.

The air was filled with the hot breath brought by the Nine Yang Sword Qi, as if even the surrounding space was distorted by it.

"Nine Yang Deadly Sword Drawing Technique!" Chen Xiaojun shouted angrily, his voice shaking all around.

He gripped the Chunjun sword tightly in both hands and chopped it down suddenly.

I saw a purple-red sword energy falling from the sky, like a burning flame waterfall, carrying destructive power, and slashing straight towards Xue Shiming's clone.

Xue Shiming's clone felt an unprecedented crisis at this moment and his face changed suddenly.

He hurriedly circulated the soul power in his body, trying to build a solid defense to withstand this fatal blow.

However, the power of Chen Xiaojun's sword was too strong. The purple-red sword was as powerful as a bamboo breaking through a bolt of lightning, instantly tearing through the air.

Its power was so strong that the clone shattered like glass in the face of this unparalleled force, and instantly collapsed, turning into countless fragments and dissipating into the void.

The giant platinum-colored claw that was originally controlled by the clone also lost its support at this moment. After blooming brilliantly like fireworks, it also dissipated into nothingness.

Xue Shiming's real body in the air saw this scene, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then the corners of his lips curved into an elegant arc, and he was obviously in a very happy mood.

This opponent named Xiao Hongchen brought him unexpected surprises time and time again.

However, Xue Shiming also knew that he could no longer use his clone soul skills at this moment.

The soul skills of the clone type have a long cooldown time and obviously cannot be used again in this battle. This is also the purpose of Chen Xiaojun to destroy the clone.

But Xue Shiming did not stop there, of course he had other means.

The Honghu Ice Claw, which had been greatly weakened, returned and appeared in front of him.

The ice claw gradually grew larger and finally turned into a complete phantom of a swan.

This swan is covered in a flowing water coat, but its claws are icy cold, emitting bursts of chill.

This Honghu Ice Claw was originally formed by the fusion of "The Third Strike - Splitting the Sky" and "The Fourth Strike - Holy Rain". Now it is just transforming its form again.

Chen Xiaojun watched Xue Shiming's movements with a serious look. On the Chunjun sword held tightly in his right hand, five-colored light flowed continuously, as if accumulating even more powerful power.

Xue Shiming waved lightly, and the yellow soul ring shone brightly on his chest.

He displayed his "first soul skill - sacred golden feathers", and saw golden feathers all over the sky like tired birds returning to their nests, attaching to the shadow of the swan, adding a bit of sacredness and solemnity to it.

However, Xue Shiming's preparations did not end there.

He once again performed "Honghu's First Attack - Divine Lock", and saw that the tail of the Honghu phantom was extraordinary gorgeous, with more than a dozen long feathers growing out. These long feathers sparkled with a metallic luster in the sun, but upon closer inspection, they looked like chains.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Shiming performed "Honghu's Second Attack - Liufeng".

Suddenly, the golden wings of the swan phantom brought up a strong wind soul power, and sharp wind blades whizzed through the air, as if to tear everything apart.

With the continuous addition of soul skills, the shadow of Honghu became bigger and bigger, and finally became a terrifying Honghu body as tall as thirty meters.

The entire Honghu exudes a powerful aura, especially its physical parts such as claws, wings, and tail feathers, which are flashing with a sharp light.

Suddenly, a loud phoenix cry resounded through the sky, and the phantom of a swan flapped its wings and flew high, swooping down fiercely towards Chen Xiaojun.

In fact, this is because Xue Shiming is young and has only practiced the first few levels. The later levels can be superimposed and superimposed continuously until he can no longer control himself.

This is the royal family's most powerful secret skill - the Phoenix Ten Strikes. Combined with the characteristics of the inherited mental method, the Holy Scripture of the Sky Feather, its fusion ability is indeed extraordinary.

In short, their combat power system is integrated and extremely powerful.

As a royal family with thousands of years of heritage, in this Douluo Continent where strength is respected, how can they rule the world without strong power and heritage!

As the shadow of the swan approached, the entire battlefield fell into a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Chen Xiaojun felt the powerful pressure, but he felt no fear in his heart.

He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and prepared to face this final challenge.

Every time the swan flapped its wings, there was a sharp sound, as if it was tearing the air apart.

The claws flashed with cold light, sharp and cold, able to penetrate all defenses.

The wind blades on the wings were extremely sharp, and every swing would stir up a strong storm.

The pressure released was so heavy that it was hard to breathe. The one who was thirty meters tall was at the Soul Saint level, and he was downgraded because of insufficient soul power.

But, he has definitely reached the Soul Emperor level, and he is not a new Soul Emperor!