Chapter Seventy-Nine: Autumn Colors Divided Equally

  "Boom!" A loud explosion echoed across the battlefield, and two figures retreated hastily.

  Leng Xiao Yao's hands, which were gripping the stick, were trembling slightly. The tiger's mouth had already appeared with a large number of small holes, and a lot of blood was seeping out. Leng Xiao Yao's mouth also showed a trace of blood, it seemed that he had suffered greatly from the previous blow.

  Ping Fan stood proudly with his sword, but the icy expression on his face betrayed him. Although his face was cold, he seemed to be suppressing something. Huang Tao and others took a closer look and only then did they notice that Ping Fan's abdomen was constantly heaving, and there was an obvious stick mark on his abdomen. It seemed that he had also been hit by a stick.

  "Wow, that was close!" Leng Xiao Yao stood proudly with his staff, but in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. If it wasn't for the danger sense from his past life, he would probably be severely injured by now. It seemed that he still needed to cultivate his spiritual power more, striving to reach the third layer of the Bronze Body realm as soon as possible. Otherwise, in this space, he wouldn't even have the ability to protect himself.

  "This kid is really weird, his strength only reaches that of a great swordsman, but his realm has surpassed that of a great swordsman. What's even more unbelievable is that this kid's aura is almost on par with mine. This is truly bizarre." Ping Fan was also shocked at this moment, after hundreds of rounds of fighting, he had begun to ponder the true strength of Leng Xiao Yao.

  "Since you won't use your ultimate move, I'll force it out of you." thought Ping Fan.

  At the same time, Leng Xiao was also secretly thinking: "I can't continue like this, otherwise I'll be exhausted to death. Let's just use that earth-shattering move and settle it with one blow."

  Leng Xiao Yao thought of this, raised the iron rod in his hand, lifted it high, mobilized the dense soul power in his dantian to input, and instantly the iron rod emitted a golden light, illuminating Leng Xiao Yao's body several meters away. The golden light flashed, and from a distance, it seemed as if Leng Xiao Yao was like a golden war god, a sense of pressure connected to the heavens filled the entire battlefield.

  Pingfan's expression changed slightly, and the move he was about to make stopped. He quietly waited for Leng Xuan's move, his heart filled with anticipation. However, when Leng Xuan's aura grew stronger again, Pingfan could no longer bear it. He suddenly shouted: "Domain of Water."

  Whoosh! A layer of azure light enveloped the ordinary body, as if it was in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by water vapor.

  "Open—Heaven—Split—Earth." Leng Xiangyao shouted out one word at a time, his iron club also raised high, and when the "open" character sounded, a dazzling golden light burst out from the club, its length reaching three zhang and still growing.

  After the three of them felt this astonishing momentum, they all felt their bodies being pressed down, their faces changed color, and they exchanged a glance with each other. The next moment, they swiftly flashed out of the battlefield and retreated another hundred meters away. The light circles on each of their bodies brightened significantly once again, apparently, the three of them also sensed the danger.

  Ordinary saw the cold and carefree golden rod burst out with golden light, his face changed slightly as he exclaimed: "Divine artifact."

  After the ordinary scream, he swiftly moved his hand with the slender sword in front of him, dancing out a picture. After he finished dancing, the ordinary suddenly shouted: "Break the void."

  "Heaven-rending and earth-shattering!" Leng Xiao Yao simultaneously let out a loud roar, his iron rod smashing fiercely towards the location of Ping Fan.

  After the ordinary finish, he saw that his own water dragon had touched the golden light and was gradually being absorbed. His face suddenly changed, and the sword edge danced again, shouting: "Phoenix Dance Under Heaven".

  After launching an ordinary move, his figure kept retreating backwards, unfortunately, the speed of his retreat was fast, but Ling Xiao's attack was even faster.

  "Boom... Boom... Boom..." A series of explosions rang out one after another, following a massive earthquake.

  After a dozen or so gasps, the dust on the battlefield finally settled down. Han Qianye's face changed color as he spat out a mouthful of thick blood, his complexion deathly pale and frightening, looking like he was about to collapse at any moment.

  "Good kid," Pingfan said after finishing his words. His face changed color and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pu" sound.

  Swish swish swish! Several figures entered the battlefield one after another, dashing towards Leng Xianyao and Pingfan respectively.

  Huang Tao stretched out his hand to support Leng Xiao Yao and transmitted a message: "Young Master, how are your injuries?"

  "No problem, I'll just adjust my breath and it will be fine." Lan Xiang said calmly.

  "Mr. Ping, how's your injury?" Yang Jie asked with a concerned expression on his face.

  He stretched out his hand, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a faint smile appeared on his face as he looked at Cold Blood. "Kid, you're not bad, I'm looking forward to our next encounter. Don't worry, I won't interfere with the affairs of your Alashan Mountains. From now on, let's just have a military confrontation between the two armies."

  "Thanks." Leng Xiao's voice was cold and indifferent, he could see that although he had won this move by a narrow margin, if the battle were to continue, he would definitely be the one to die. After all, after using the "Opening Heaven and Earth" technique, there wasn't much spiritual energy left in his dantian, and he wouldn't be able to support himself to use the same move again. Ping Fan, on the other hand, had been injured but still had the strength to fight back. In comparison, Leng Xiao had already lost.

  "Heh heh." The ordinary, icy face heard Cold Skyr's words and finally melted, revealing a hint of a smile. He then turned around, took to the air, and flew rapidly towards the Luoping Hill direction.

  Yang Jie's face was filled with anger as he glared at Leng Xiangyang and others, while Huang Tao saw Yang Jie's expression and said with a playful smile: "What? Does General Yang want to exchange blows with me?"

  Yang Jie heard Huang Tao's words and a hint of gloom appeared on his face, saying: "Huang Tao, am I afraid of you?"

  "You never said you were afraid of me! You said that yourself." Huang Tao shrugged his shoulders, putting on an innocent face.

  "You..." Yang Jie's gloomy face revealed a hint of anger.

  "If General Yang is really itching for a fight, I can accompany him for one or two rounds!" Wang Xiaoyu said with a playful smile.

  "If General Yang thinks he's still got a chance, then I, Chen, can also join in the fun." Chen Lei said with a smile.

  Yang Jie heard Wang Xiaoyu and Chen Lei's words, the anger on his face faded away, replaced by a gloomy expression that seemed to be dripping with water: "Alright, you three are very good, I won't waste any more words with you, Huang Tao, let's see who's true skills are superior!"

  "Alright, as long as someone doesn't lose control later on. Tsk, tsk, 300,000 troops blocking my 150,000 troops and still losing tens of thousands, how humiliating!"

  "Haha!!" Wang Xiaoyu and Chen Lei burst out laughing one after another.

  "Hmph!" Yang Jie swung his sleeve and took to the air, flying rapidly towards the Luoping Slope. He left behind a single sentence in response: "Huang Tao, today you made me lose tens of thousands of troops, I'll make you bury twenty thousand more at Luoping Slope."

  Huang Tao's face changed slightly when he heard this sentence, and his expression immediately became serious.

  "Damn it, a shameless scoundrel, not daring to fight face-to-face, yet resorting to such despicable tactics." Wang Xiaoyu burst into curses.

  Chen Lei slightly furrowed his brow and said to Huang Tao, "Brother Huang, Yang Jie is a narrow-minded person who will definitely seek revenge if he has a grudge. My brother Wang and I won't disturb you here anymore. Please Brother Huang go support the front line, if there's anywhere Chen can be of service, just let me know."

  Huang Tao nodded and bowed his hands to Chen Lei: "Thank you for your support, Brother Chen."

  "I'll go ahead with Brother Wang." Chen Lei cupped his hands together and then he and Wang Xiaoyu turned around and flew off into the air.

  Huang Tao saw Chen Wei and Wang Xiaoyu off before turning to ask Leng Xiao Yao with concern, "Young Master, how is your injury?"

  Leng Xiao Yao waved his hand and said: "I'm fine, I cultivate not Dou Qi, so my way of recovering from injuries is different from yours, let's continue on our journey."

  "Yes, young master." Huang Tao had originally wanted to send someone to escort Leng Xiao Yao back to the base for treatment, but he heard himself being called "young master" and couldn't refute it, so he simply responded.

  Leng Xiao Yao saw through Huang Tao's thoughts, but he didn't know how to explain his own technique. He couldn't possibly tell Huang Tao that he needed the power of a dead person's soul to heal his injuries! So he had no choice but to use the differences in their techniques as an excuse.

  "Out!" Huang Tao waved his big hand, and tens of thousands of war horses set off again, rushing towards the Luoping Slope in a hurry.

  Because I have something to do in the afternoon, the second update was released earlier. Thank you for the evaluation votes from Book Sound Friends, which raised my rating by one more red star! Hehe! Finally, I'm asking for recommendation tickets and collections.