Chapter 1550 - 449: Impossible, How Could This Be Possible?!

Xuanyuan Chong hurriedly tilted his head, the sword edge grazing his neck, bringing forth a spray of blood.

He let out a muffled groan, his Panlong Shield timely returning to defense, blocking the subsequent sword qi.

But the surface of the shield now bore an inch-deep cut mark.

"Courting death!"

Xuanyuan Shuo’s killing move finally descended.

His right fist, carrying the force of a meteor crashing to earth, punched towards Zhou Qing’s back, the pressure of the terrifying fist had already carved a ten-yard rut in the ground.

At the critical moment, Zhou Qing’s figure twisted bizarrely, the Thunder Spear and Broken Sword crossed to block.

"Boom!"

The impact wave generated by the collision of the three forces sent the three retreats simultaneously.

Zhou Qing’s mouth bled slightly, yet he laughed all the more wildly.

The weapon in his hand suddenly exchanged - the Thunder Spear in the left hand, the Broken Sword shifted to the right hand.

"Sizzle--"

At the moment of the Thunder Spear and Broken Sword exchange, Zhou Qing’s aura suddenly changed.

The Thunder Spear in his left hand vibrated violently, the purple lightning entwined on the spearhead transformed from fierce to restrained, flowing like liquid over the spear.

While the broken, ruined sword in his right hand suddenly burst out with a blinding cold light, the jagged edge of the blade emitting a mysterious green glow, seemingly capable of tearing space itself.

Xuanyuan Chong’s expression changed abruptly, the transformation in aura after the weapon exchange setting off loud alarms in his mind.

He dared not hesitate, hands quickly forming a seal, nine dragon-shaped air forces interweaving into a net in the air, each golden dragon’s mouth concentrating a dazzling golden light.

"Nine Dragons Burn the Heavens!"

Nine streams of golden flame dragon breath spewed simultaneously, the scorching high temperatures distorting the air along their path.

This golden flame was not ordinary fire, but the unique Dragon Flame of the Xuanyuan Royal Family, specifically to break various protective Gang Qi.

Facing the overwhelming incoming dragon flame, Zhou Qing’s lips curled into a cold smile.

The Thunder Spear in his left hand suddenly shot forth, spinning rapidly in front of him, forming a vortex of purple lightning with a diameter of more than a yard.

The fierce dragon flame crashed into the vortex, swallowed completely like mud cows entering the sea.

Just as Xuanyuan Chong was stunned, Zhou Qing’s figure had already passed through the flame vortex, the Broken Sword in his right hand slicing out a stunning arc.

Though the sword seemed slow, it was as fast as lightning, leaving behind a green sword mark in the air that lingered.

"Not good!"

Xuanyuan Shuo shouted sharply, not hesitating to directly sacrifice his Life Essence Blood.

A crimson blood bead exploded in the air, transforming into a mist of blood enveloping a hundred-yard space.

And he instantly appeared in front of Xuanyuan Chong, arms crossed to block, the virtual shadow of dragon scales on his arms solidified swiftly.

"Zheng--" In the shrill sound of metal, the Broken Sword cut into the dragon scales three inches and could advance no further.

Xuanyuan Shuo let out a muffled groan, sleeves on his arms exploded, revealing bloodied arms.

"Second Brother!"

Xuanyuan Chong’s eyes were about to split, seizing the opportunity to strike with a palm, the dragon pattern in his palm lit up with dazzling gold.

The dragon-shaped hand seal, as solid as substance, tore through the sky, the air where it passed emitting unbearable explosive booms.

Though the palm wind had not yet arrived, the terrifying air pressure had already pressed spider-web-like blood marks onto Zhou Qing’s chest.

"Crack crack crack--"

Zhou Qing’s chest attire fractured bit by bit, revealing a chest full of thunder patterns.

At the critical juncture, his figure twisted bizarrely, the dragon palm grazing past his ribs, bringing forth a spray of blood mist.

Three ribs broke with the sound, yet he rotated borrowing momentum, as blood spilled from his mouth, his eyes burned with battle intent even fiercer.

"You shouldn’t have let me get so close!"

He suddenly released the Broken Sword from his right hand, catching the returning Thunder Spear with his left hand lightning-fast.

This masterstroke of exchange left Brother Xuan Yuan momentarily stunned.

Zhou Qing, holding the spear in his left hand, precisely tapped the suspended green sword mark.

"Boom!"

In the earth-shattering explosion, the sword mark suddenly burst out with blinding brilliance.

Numerous thread-thin sword qi erupted from the sword mark, each aimed precisely at the vital points around Brother Xuan Yuan.

Even more terrifying was the sword qi mixed with the power of the Thunder Spear’s purple lightning, their speed and power multiplied several times.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle--"

The sound of air being slashed was constant.

The hurriedly erected dragon air barriers of Xuanyuan Chong were instantly riddled with thousands of holes, his clothes sliced into dozens of wounds.

The heart-protecting mirror hastily sacrificed by Xuanyuan Shuo had just lit up when a streak of sword qi pierced through, exploding blood flowers on his right shoulder with a "clang".

"What... what kind of move is this?" Xuanyuan Shuo exclaimed in shock.

And Zhou Qing, having succeeded with a strike, retreated a hundred yards instantly, the Thunder Spear held horizontally before his chest.

Brother Xuan Yuan swiftly retreated too, each retrieving cherished healing elixirs from their storage bags and swallowing them.

The elixirs melted immediately upon entrance, the medicinal power quickly circulating through their bodies.

However, in mere moments, Xuanyuan Shuo’s face suddenly turned ashen.

He stared at the ghastly wound on his right arm – the blood still gushing out.

Not only was the elixir useless, but the spiritual power activated could not seal the wound in any way.

"Poisoned?" Xuanyuan Shuo muttered in uncertainty, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Then he immediately looked at Zhou Qing, his pupils constricting intensely.

Only to see Zhou Qing’s abdomen wound, ripped by the dragon palm, reveal densely packed golden Sanskrit.

Echoing ethereal Sanskrit chants, flesh and broken ribs regenerated and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Qing suddenly laughed aloud to the heavens, green mang from Tetanus on his right hand flickering, purple lightning entwining the Thunder Spear in his left hand.

In the aghast gaze of the two, he slowly removed that Bronze Mask.

When Zhou Qing’s face was completely revealed, Brother Xuan Yuan were struck as if by lightning, eyes full of incredulous expression.

"Zhou Qing?! How can it be you!" Xuanyuan Shuo exclaimed in shock, his voice filled with astonishment.

And Xuanyuan Chong also recognized him, staring at that familiar face, his expression turning dark as water instantly.