Chapter 1398 - 771: Deathmatch!

Chapter 1398: Chapter 771: Deathmatch!

The visible sky was nearly completely engulfed by azure flames.

In the depths of the azure flames, a shadowy figure could be seen fluttering its wings in suspension.

It seemed to be gathering strength, as the colossal waves of fire swept across in all directions, engulfing several high-rise buildings. The vibrant and bright flames, like those drawn with crayons, made it impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

"Blood Dip!"

Meng Chuan squinted his eyes and clenched his jaw, igniting his blood even as he was sent plummeting to the riverbed, immediately activating Blood Dip.

Because the moment he sensed Mo Jue’s power, he knew one thing with absolute clarity.

If he didn’t go all out, he would die!

He flipped back onto the crest of the roiling waves, his figure rising and falling, seemingly unharmed save for being drenched with water.

But in reality...

Sanskrit chants echoed in his heart, and an invisible barrier around him shattered.

With just a single encounter, the Protecting Arhat Dharma Body was torn apart by a single strike from the Peng!

In the depths of those flames, where only Meng Chuan could see.

The Peng’s body was immersed in radiant colors, silhouettes merging, while maintaining its golden claws beneath its wings. Meanwhile, exceedingly thick hind limbs "grew" out slowly.

Dark golden with massive hooked claws, as thick as elephant legs.

Swoosh—

The Peng flapped its wings with a rush, and a towering blaze of fire smashed the surrounding collapsed buildings into dust, countless flames converging into a net of light, rapidly grabbing at Meng Chuan in the dark river.

Waves surged at the horizon, but Meng Chuan had no time to pay attention to his surroundings, as the foe locked by his golden-eyed gaze vanished again!

In an instant, he raised his halberd, both arms braced against the shaft, as the phantom Peng figure pressed horizontally down upon his brow!

A black stream of light completely enveloped his head, leaving only a pair of sharp golden eyes visible.

The halberd blade turned back, the dark red long pole resisting the suddenly advancing large wing, pressing it down firmly.

Feeling the terrifying strength transmitted from those claws, Meng Chuan squinted his eyes and urged his mind once more.

Boom!

A vast amount of Qi Blood exploded into a blood-red mist, the recoil causing him to leap high, deftly evading the engulfing azure sea of fire, somersaulting in the air, and swiftly chopping down again.

Aiming at Mo Jue’s head!

Five Elements’ myriad colors suddenly erupted, currents stirring the riverbed’s waters, surging massive waves that completely suppressed the azure flames.

"Brat, courting death!"

Mo Jue’s double pupils turned red, filled with malicious arrogance, and in the moment it loosened its claws, its large wings rotated into a fan of seven colors, blocking before its forehead.

Poof!

The halberd blade pierced smoothly, but felt as if it was mired in a swamp!

Meng Chuan, heart urged forth, his wrist simultaneously erupting with force, the exploding flame gang dyed the high heavens red.

At the moment the flames burst apart, the Peng vanished once again.

Without saying another word, he swung his remaining left hand, tearing through the flames in pursuit.

"Dodging is useless..."

Meng Chuan understood deeply that he had to try his best to maintain rhythm, only then could he delay time as much as possible, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

Master Luo Guanyun once said, Wang Bingyi focused on politics for nearly a century, extremely shrewd.

The crisis of Yong’an’s destruction could not have been signaled for him alone to deal with the Earth Dragon.

...

Crumble crumble crumble...

The scorching fire gang made the sky crack faintly, the drifting clouds exuded a burnt odor, an extremely concentrated moonblade abruptly slashed towards the shadow.

Facing the incoming attack, the upright humanoid Peng stretched its wings, thrusting out thick elephant legs, and side-kicked the moonblade out of the way.

When Meng Chuan’s chest was exposed, the Peng bent down, reaching out its colossal wing, and clawed for his heart!

The overwhelming strength was irresistible, but he anticipated it, clenching the subduing demon in his palm, using the inertia from being struck by the Big Halberd to slide horizontally away.

Yet the Peng persisted like a bone-attached maggot, reaching out with its claws again. The big halberd in Meng Chuan’s hand and the golden claw collided seemingly in an instant, yet actually exploded into hundreds of intense and short clashes.

The two engaged in combat in the sky, their forms like illusions and lightning, a verdant and golden pair of evil dragons wielding different flames. Each clash in midair exploded into scattered five-colored flames or rising thunderous storm waters.

Channeling the inner thunder, it wrapped around Meng Chuan’s body: his left arm was flame, his right was rolling heavy water, above his head loomed leaden clouds muffling thunder, as he charged relentlessly with the halberd blade.

This was a grandmaster-level powerful spiritual power, combined with bodily control, allowing for such powerful multitasking abilities during intense battles.

Advancing and attacking, Meng Chuan did not panic, maintaining a sense of order throughout.

With the Martial God Halberd skill, he drew a "circle", a fifth-grade divine halberd turning back and forth like a living being within this "circle".

Though close combat yielded no clear advantage, he gradually entered his "comfort zone", attempting to seize control of the rhythm.

However, Mo Jue was not some inferior being, its combat intuition also at an exaggerated level.

After several charges, noticing Meng Chuan’s extraordinary combat skills, at the instant of a strike, its tail feathers flared open like a peacock’s tail spread, swaying golden pupils creating an invisible ripple, emanating a magnificent and colorful intertwined pattern.

Buzz——!

A sharp alert sounded in his mind, Meng Chuan knew how troublesome this move of the Peng was. Just as he leaned his head to avoid it, not expecting the Peng to react so fast, its golden claw was already cupping towards his head again through the azure flame.

The Peng relentlessly pursued, swinging its massive wing wide; in an instant, Meng Chuan squinted and quickly swung the moonblade horizontally to intercept.

Simultaneously, the Peng’s other wing had already slashed down, heavily slicing his chest, as swift as a shooting star!

Golden-green streamers flew at a speed not of this world, surpassing sound itself. Meng Chuan exerted himself to retreat his body, yet still, the covering hostility was slit open wide!

A rush of black smoke gushed out hurriedly, as dizziness set in, a beast-like moan whispered by his ear.

The fierce True Spirit, dead!

Boom——!

He fell like a meteor, piercing straight into the ground.

"Damn it, why is this damned bird so tough!"

It was Meng Chuan’s instantaneous thought, feeling somewhat "defensive breakdown"...