Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1018 - 530: Double Love Unlimited! Black Impermanence, Die from My Love! (Part 2)
Previously, he always thought the green hair on the ceiling was Murong's hair.
Duan Yun was forced to continuously retreat, no longer wanting to play around.
Originally, he wanted to communicate with the Black and White Impermanence in the spirit of using martial arts to make friends, using heroic spirit and martial ethics to transform them. But all he got in return was the opponent's relentless critical strikes.
So he stopped pretending and decided to unleash his fury!
At that moment, the Corpse Dragon insidiously dived beneath, then suddenly soared upwards, teaming up with Black Impermanence to attack.
Almost simultaneously, a voice shouted, "Got you!" A verdant figure sprang out from within.
It was Murong!
His hair resembled vibrant green grass, constantly flowing, moving at incredible speed.
Not only fast but fierce, and sharp as well.
With a swift sound, that green hair pierced into the Corpse Dragon's flesh like steel needles.
Yes, even though the Corpse Dragon had Dragon Scales, they were showing signs of decay, leaving gaps that Murong's green hair exploited, hanging onto it.
The piercing might have been insignificant relative to its massive body, but then a dull sound echoed as the Blood Shadow Mad Blade followed through, thrusting into it.
This blade carried the long-cultivated Spring Rain Blade Energy, swiftly pulverizing its Dragon Blood and Dragon Meat, forming a large hole.
Though not a fatal wound, the Corpse Dragon could not ignore it. The corpses hanging below instantly raised their feet, kicking towards Murong.
Their feet were massive and musty, exuding a terrifying stench.
Even before the feet arrived, Murong felt as if he was trapped in a jar of rotting pickled vegetables.
His reaction was incredibly quick; his hair frantically writhed, blades slashing upwards, and he carved a path over the dragon's back.
He ran, pursued by those feet, barely able to escape.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Murong was struck by those gigantic feet, taking at least a hundred kicks all over his body, even with two toes stuck in his nostrils.
Yet, Young Hero Murong had a fierce determination; biting down, letting out a loud shout, he continued racing wildly on the dragon's back, dragging his hair and blade.
With his hair and Blood Shadow Mad Blade constantly embedded in the dragon's back, his mad dash extended the massive wound on the dragon's body. Some corpses couldn't hold on any longer, falling off the dragon.
More eerily, where the hair passed, the somewhat green Corpse Dragon emitted a dazzling emerald glow, green to an eye-stinging degree.
The dragon halted, and almost at the same time, many faces among the corpses beneath the dragon turned green, crying out in unison, "Green Saber Young Hero, please sleep with our Ghost Mother!"
The Ghost Mother was their deity, their sole belief, and their only beloved existence.
Yet at that instant, a bitter hatred entangled them, making them unable to bear it.
They felt that as long as no one else claimed their most beloved Ghost Mother, their misery would explode unbearably.
Meanwhile, the Corpse Dragon found it challenging to manage even itself, while Duan Yun had already unleashed seventy percent of his power.
"Love Unlimited!"
"Gentle Love Unlimited!"
"Unparalleled Sword Love Unlimited!"
"Unlimited!"
At this moment, a double-layered bladed hurricane formed around Duan Yun, an outer layer and an inner layer.
Typically, his Love Unlimited only had one layer.
This was credited to his extraordinary wisdom.
In the two blade storms, the gentle knife he held was the inner layer, while the Unparalleled Sword twirled around in his flowing hair.
Evidently, being abrupt, Duan Yun's hair didn't spin skillfully.
But it didn't matter, for Dharma Image Xiao Yu had appeared, with a slightly surprised expression, possibly sensing Duan Yun's intent, her hands didn't stop, spinning Duan Yun's hair wildly.
At a glance, Dharma Image Xiao Yu looked like a top-tier shampoo girl in black silk, washing Duan Yun's hair.
This somewhat absurd image created a double bladed storm!
With a bang, Love Unlimited's whirlwind collided with Black Impermanence's chain whirlwind.
Shhhhhh!
The dense clashes from both sides made the soul-capturing chains whine like mourning cries.
"Break!"
With a boom, the chains controlled by Black Impermanence's hands shattered, followed quickly by her pigtails in the inner part.
And at this moment, Duan Yun's double crit had arrived, surging through the blasted door.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, it was unclear how many terrifying explosions took place in the entire space, waves surged like tumultuous tides, the surrounding air frantically churned.
The ghosts couldn't control their forms, either being blasted or swept skywards.
A few red-eyed ghostly figures flew into the sky, bodies already torn apart, but they continued staring fiercely, shouting, "This angle's great! Got a full view from here!"
"Thrilling! So thrilling! Too thrilling!"
"Big pot, do you think our dearly beloved, respected Lord Wuchang can withstand this brilliance?"
"What does it have to do with us? We're dead once we've watched!"
"Ah! When did I lose my butt!"
"Ah! Bro, why is your bird stuck on Second Bro's nose!"
....
This terrifying impact sound lasted for a stick of incense time.
For ordinary people, this isn't a long time, maybe even too short to finish a poop, yet for all the living and dead here, it felt longer than the four seasons.
