Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1090 - 565_2
The clash of two titans, its power was extraordinary, instantaneously stirred up a tempest, blowing Murong and Ning Qing harshly away.
With a bang, Murong crashed into the cave's ceiling above, then plummeted furiously, and the first thing he saw was Ning Qing.
His Qing! His Love! His life!
Fortunately, Ziyu reached her first, catching Ning Qing's body, her figure spun, dodging the most powerful gust, curling into a corner.
After this exchange, both sides showed slightly surprised expressions.
Duan Yun didn't expect his domineering "Hero Stands Firm with Sword" to be blocked.
Meanwhile, the two nuns were astonished that their "Unbreakable Cooperation" could be blocked by a single strike.
The waves stirred by this clash were still rolling, the air flowing like water, while the next wave of attacks had already begun.
Duan Yun's right leg was somewhat injured, so he had been attacking with the Golden Chicken Stand technique.
The two sides exchanged hundreds of moves in an instant, the air filled with claw shadows and sword light.
At this time, Ziyu, to take care of the temporarily powerless Ning Qing and Murong, could only drag them out of the door.
Outside the door, Xian in a Bottle was frantically climbing, dragging the bottle.
She had no hands, only a head and neck, looking like a wriggling worm for a moment.
To enjoy the spectacle, she exerted all her strength, her chin full of injuries yet she never stopped.
And at this moment, she was already close to the doorway of the temple, already sensing the vibrations coming from inside.
Truly, truly fighting!
She, she was about to see it!
Just as Xian in a Bottle exerted all her strength to take a peek, attempting a vengeful observation, a shadow suddenly darted out.
Ziyu, carrying Ning Qing and Murong, flew out, then with a bang, her accelerating kick landed on the head of Xian in a Bottle.
The bloodthirsty Xian in a Bottle, intensely viewing the scene, was then sent tumbling away, disappearing in an instant.
Ziyu shook her somewhat sore toes and spat, "Did I just kick a rock?"
However, she had no time to care, quickly sending Ning Qing and Murong outside the door, then drew her sword and charged back in.
This time it's two on two, not three on two, but there's truly a feeling of an advantage.
She was definitely going to wreak havoc with Duan Yun! Gagaga!
At the moment she entered, Ziyi had already started using the Moon-shielding Light-shaming Sword.
The mirror-like sword light instantly illuminated the temple and sliced through the approaching gust.
At this moment, she could finally see the entangled scene inside.
Duan Yun was still in the Golden Chicken Stand position, his hands wielding sword and saber, unleashing a storm of sword and saber energy with piercing sonic booms.
Meanwhile, the two nuns employed the Ghostly Body Technique, continuously maneuvering, trying to rip Duan Yun apart with their sinister claw strikes.
Duan Yun's Golden Chicken Stand looked unstable, but he stood there swaying, like a wobbling doll, refusing to fall, appearing quite wondrous.
With a swish, at this moment, his sword and saber combined, forming the shape of a giant pair of scissors.
The next moment, the snipping sound resounded abruptly—clack, clack, clack, clack.
The air was suddenly filled with scissor silhouettes, leaving clear white marks wherever they passed.
With a snap, a snip landed squarely on one nun's sharp claw, causing her to retract and furiously flick her hand the next moment.
Their claws, tested and tempered through thousands of trials, could easily pierce Xuanbing, renowned for their resilience, yet after one snip, they felt numbed with pain.
The sword and saber combined into a "Giant Scissors," sharp beyond compare!
Seeing this, Duan Yun couldn't help but quip, "It didn't even cut through!"
"Just need to increase the power! Increase the power!"
He believed that even if it didn't cut through, it should at least leave deep scars, for he deeply understood the power of his "snip technique," capable of shredding metal and granite like paper.
Yet that nun's claw only showed white marks, only felt pain.
Duan Yun's hands swelled, clearly intending to increase the power!
The two nuns, seeing this, couldn't help but retreat, trying to regroup.
But Duan Yun wouldn't give them the opportunity, pursuing them relentlessly.
He pursued while maintaining the Golden Chicken Stand, appearing childishly similar to the stance of "bull-fighting" in Ziyu's eyes, funny and adorable.
To the two nuns, this stance looked funny too, yet they couldn't laugh.
Because first and foremost, they saw a demon wielding giant scissors charging at them, whether he had a childish bull-fighting stance was unimportant now.
Snip! Snip!
This time, even before the sword and saber arrived, the snipping commenced.
The "scissors" carried with them scissor-shaped sword energy, snipping at the two nuns from mid-air!
The air was instantly filled with sharp scissor shadows.
At this moment, Ziyu's Moon-shielding Light-shaming Sword spun wildly.
What she aimed to do was not to attack, but to reflect the sword light like a mirror into the nuns' eyes, making them dizzy.
The two nuns withstood the giant scissors' force with their claw skills while cursing angrily: "Sister, he's got a paramour helping him shoot at us!"
"Then!"
"Then!"
"Eya!"
"Eya!"
"Catch the Flower on the Draw!"
"Catch the Flower on the Draw!"
The two nuns suddenly spoke in unison.
In an instant, the square boxes previously on their heads returned, spinning wildly.
Due to the headgear's rotation, Ziyu's efforts to illuminate their eyes became inaccurate.
At this moment, their steps moved, and their hands reached into their groins, pulling out objects resembling bricks.
"Three Bamboos!"
"One Dot!"
"North Wind!"
....
Those brick-like objects they suddenly pulled out turned out to be oversized Mahjong tiles!
Each Mahjong tile slapped out formed a palm strike akin to its design pattern.
At this moment, Duan Yun was being besieged by the Three Bamboos and Eight Bamboos!
In the blink of an eye, what was initially a spacious temple felt narrow, forcing Ziyu to retreat repeatedly.
Because brick-sized "Mahjong tiles" kept flying by!
With a boom!
"Yaoji!"
"Bump!"
Duan Yun's giant scissors collided with three Yaoji tiles, his body sliding backward as if struck by a heavy hammer.
In this power struggle, he found himself at a disadvantage.
At this moment, the two nuns surrounded by Mahjong tiles assumed a split-leg stance, shouting loudly: "Evil Demon! Kneel before the Flower-catching Fairy!"
Saying this, the surrounding Mahjong tiles started arranging like a wall, seemingly preparing for even more ferocious moves.
Duan Yun flicked his sword, unleashing fierce sword light.
"Electromagnetic Sword Field, activate!"
With waterfall-like currents, the electric field instantly spread, clashing with those Mahjong tiles.
In an instant, Mahjong and lightning seemed to be fiercely gnawing at each other, leaving no room for Ziyu to intervene.
When she forcefully tried, it felt like she was caught between two hurricane gales, about to be obliterated at any moment.
Actually, her feeling was correct!
Because this was indeed a battle of "fields," each side's field held the power equivalent to a real hurricane.
At this moment, Murong, just recovering a bit of power, poked his head to take a look inside.
Currently, he couldn't help much, but cheering as a bloodthirsty spectator wasn't an issue.
However, as soon as he peeked, his body tilted, and he had to cling to the gate.
That was because a gust of wind surged out, immensely powerful.
As he grabbed onto the doorframe, his pants flew right off.
My gosh!
"Draw! Draw! Draw!"
"Win! Win! Win!"
"Give me a white tile!"
"Give me a Hong Zhong!"
"This fairy wants to win the world!"
At this moment, Mahjong shadows piled up, transforming into thousands of illusions, continuously striking at Duan Yun.
Meanwhile, swords from Duan Yun's Sword Field flew out, clashing with the tiles!
For a time, the entire space was filled with sparks and electricity.
"Draw! Draw! Draw!"
"Win! Win! Win!"
"Give me a white tile!"
"Give me a Hong Zhong!"
"This fairy wants to win the world!"
At this moment, Mahjong shadows piled up, transforming into thousands of illusions, continuously striking at Duan Yun.
Meanwhile, swords from Duan Yun's Sword Field flew out, clashing with the tiles!
For a time, the entire space was filled with sparks and electricity.
Swiftly advancing, da da da da!
