Chapter 979 Canglong Thirteen vs. Guarding Xuanwu!

Xuanwu was half a head taller than Li Cunxiao. Dark energy gushed out from his forehead and instantly condensed into a three-meter-tall Xuanwu phantom. Dark golden talismans flowed between the tortoise shell patterns, and every scale glowed with a cold light.

"clang!"

Li Cunxiao's Canglong Qi hit the Xuanwu shield, and sparks flew all over the sky. A strange look flashed in the eyes of this fierce general - he clearly felt that his Qi was like a drop in the ocean, and that the seemingly heavy tortoise shell actually reduced its power by 70% to 80%.

Then the sword light suddenly appeared, and the golden sword snatched by Li Cunxiao turned into nine afterimages and slashed towards Xuanwu's face. Before the blade arrived, the sword energy had plowed a seven-foot deep groove on the ground.

Xuanwu did not dodge or evade, his two maces crossed like door panels, and a golden swastika pattern suddenly appeared on the Gangqi shield.

"Ding! Xuanwu's skill Zhenwu effect 6 is activated again, force value +.

The current Xuanwu force value has risen to 136! "

Amid the sound of metal clashing, the nine knife marks only left white marks on the shield.

"The Blue Dragon Appears Nine Times!"

Li Cunxiao felt a little numb at the base of his palm, and a slightly sweet and fishy taste rose in his throat. He suddenly took a deep breath, retreated three steps, and the iron-gray energy on his body surged.

Nine aura blue dragons rose from behind him, and the dragon roars shook the valley. The blue dragon in the front shook its head and tail, and its sharp claws tore through the air to grab at Xuanwu's throat.

"Ding!"

The two Xuanwu maces suddenly stabbed separately, the left mace touched the blue dragon's reverse scale, and the right mace picked up the tip of its tail, and actually nailed all nine mad dragons in the void. The place where the罡气 collided exploded with waves of air, which knocked the nearby Qian army to the ground.

"What a coward!"

Li Cunxiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly plunged the golden knife heavily into the rock. Then the iron-gray energy drilled into the ground like a living thing, and the whole battlefield suddenly trembled.

Suddenly, eighteen powerful earth dragons emerged from the cracks in the rocks under Xuanwu's feet, and they bit Xuanwu's lower body with their fangs and claws.

However, the master of defense sneered, thrust his two maces into the ground, and his shield suddenly sank, transforming into a giant black turtle made of copper and iron.

"Bang! Boom! Boom!"

The earth dragon hit the tortoise shell with a dull thud, and seven or eight of its sharp teeth were broken. Xuanwu suddenly opened its mouth and spurted out eight streams of black ice cones made of罡气, which nailed all the remaining earth dragons back into the ground.

"General Li is very fierce. You might as well try Xuanwu's defensive method."

Xuanwu's voice was as low as a bell, and his two maces slowly drew an arc. The air around him suddenly stagnated, as if it was grasped by an invisible giant hand.

The morning mist in the valley was already thin, but at this moment it condensed into fine water droplets around Xuanwu, reflecting a colorful halo under the morning sun.

Li Cunxiao wiped off the blood splashed on his brow bone, plowed a three-foot-deep groove on the ground with his bronze spear, and blinked at Su Ye who was looming in the morning light behind Xuanwu.

Then he laughed loudly, and the iron-grey energy on his body surged, gathering into the shadow of a blue dragon above his head, with the dragon's head raised high into the sky and its whiskers standing upright like steel needles.

"Blue Dragon Claw!"

As Li Cunxiao shouted loudly, the bronze spear emerged from the sea like a silver dragon. The tip of the spear was condensed with iron-gray energy that was about ten feet long, and transformed into a real dragon claw that went straight to Xuanwu's face. The rock ground could not withstand the pressure of the energy and broke apart inch by inch, with broken stones shooting out like hail.

"Ding! Li Cunxiao's skill Flying Tiger is activated twice, and his force value is +1+1.

Li Cunxiao's current force value has risen to 143! "

Xuanwu did not even raise his eyelids, but suddenly crossed and raised his two maces, and the scales on the maces shone brightly. A dark energy gushed out from the maces and condensed into a figure of the sacred beast Xuanwu about ten feet high in front of him - its tortoise shell was as sharp as iron, its snake tail was winding in the wind, and its head was raised high, with two scarlet snake pupils staring at Li Cunxiao who was rushing towards him.

"clang!"

The bronze spear smashed heavily on the tortoise shell of the Xuanwu phantom, and the sound of metal and stone colliding shook the valley.

Li Cunxiao only felt his arm go numb, and the tip of the spear actually sent out sparks on the tortoise shell, but it failed to shake it at all. The snake tail of the Xuanwu phantom suddenly lashed at him like a whip, and the dark energy turned into a strong wind, which made Li Cunxiao's battle robe rustle.

"What a hard shell!" Li Cunxiao roared and stepped back. Bi Yanlao's black gold chain suddenly entangled the rock wall, and his body took advantage of the momentum to rise several feet. The iron-gray energy in the air condensed into a blue dragon again. This time the dragon's body actually circled into a spiral shape, and the dragon head swooped down to the Xuanwu Tianling.

"Flowing clouds return to the wind!"

The double Xuanwu maces suddenly danced into a curtain of light, and the shadows of the maces overlapped and turned into nine mysterious black halos.

Each halo had tortoise shell patterns, and they fit together seamlessly. When the iron-gray energy of the Canglong collided with the halo, it was actually dissolved layer by layer, and the energy scattered like fireflies.

"Ding! Xuanwu's skill Zhiming's effect 5 is activated again, and the force value is +.

The current Xuanwu force value has risen to 141! "

There was a sudden burst of cheers from the Yellow Turban Army who were watching the battle in the valley. Even the Liang Fang and Liang Lin brothers were stunned. Suzaku was frowning high up, with three white-feathered arrows already on the Burning Sky Bow in her hand, but she never fired them - she knew how strong Xuanwu's defense was. At least in the world at the moment, she couldn't think of anyone who could break through Xuanwu's defense line in a one-on-one fight.

"Hide for a while, hide forever?"

When Li Cunxiao landed, the rock ground cracked. He stared at Gu Changqing, who had been dragged to a safe area by the Qian army behind Xuanwu, and suddenly grinned. Then the energy in his body suddenly turned dark gold, and dragon scale patterns appeared under his skin.

"war!"

He held the spear with both hands, and used the Bi Yan Lao as a fulcrum, and the bronze spear shot out like a javelin!

The dark golden energy wrapped in the spear turned into a ferocious dragon head, and the dragon's mouth opened wide as if to swallow the sun and the moon.

Xuanwu finally changed color, and his two maces were suddenly inserted into the rock. The scales on the mace suddenly lit up, and dark black energy gushed out from the ground, condensing into a Xuanwu Dharma image several feet high around him - the tortoise shell was like a black jade carving, the scales of the snake's tail were clearly visible, and the snake's head was proudly raised, with the shadow of the Big Dipper floating above its head.

"clang!"

The bronze spear stabbed heavily into the center of the tortoise body of the Black Tortoise. The dark gold energy and the dark black energy collided violently, and clouds of mist exploded in the morning light.

Li Cunxiao only felt that the recoil force from the spear was like a huge wave hitting the shore, and the blood from the bursting tiger's mouth splashed on the black tortoise armor, and was burned into ashes by the strong energy.

The snake tail of Xuanwu's true body suddenly lashed out like a whip, and the dark energy turned into a vortex of strong wind. Li Cunxiao retreated seven steps violently, his combat boots plowing deep grooves on the rocky ground. Looking at the intact Xuanwu, he suddenly took a deep breath.

"Old dog! I'll take your head next time!"

He suddenly looked at Gu Changqing behind Xuanwu, and Bi Yan picked up the Jincuo knife on the ground, cutting through the void and pointing it directly at Gu Changqing.

A golden sword light flashed, and while Xuanwu was rescuing Gu Changqing, Li Cunxiao had already rushed into the Wuxiong Guard formation in the rear and killed his way back to Hulu Valley.

In the valley, the crossbow carts of the Qinglong Legion on the east and west cliffs had been reloaded. The sound of the crossbow's capstan and the sound of the clashing of swords once again intertwined into a bloody melody.

At the entrance of the valley, Gu Changqing picked up the blood-stained Jincuo knife on the ground, looked at the Qinglong Legion retreating like a green torrent, and suddenly laughed three times, laughing so hard that blood spurted out of his wounds.

"Brilliant Li Cunxiao! Bravo to the Yellow Turban Army!"

The old general suddenly swung the golden knife in his hand, and the knife light was like a pouring galaxy, chopping the remaining flags on the general's platform into pieces.

"Under Duke Su's command, there is actually such a person!"

Then Gu Changqing supported his body with the Jincuo Sword, turned his head and looked at the broken black iron heavy armor on Xuanwu's body, and sighed with ambiguous meaning.

"The battle has just begun, and nearly 30% of the elite troops of Takeo and Chongyan have been killed... nearly 20,000 elite troops have been lost!"

Su Ye didn't care about Gu Changqing's inexplicable emotions. He just looked at Hulu Valley in the morning light and suddenly shook his head.

"We can train our elite troops again, but we must not lose morale!"

Gu Changqing wiped the blood off the knife and looked towards Qiandu.

The flames that shot up into the sky there had turned into green smoke, and only Meng Zhang's large banner was fluttering in the morning breeze, with the blue dragon pattern shining with dazzling golden light under the rising sun.

(End of this chapter)