vstars Chapter 124 Beheading of the Du Family
Chapter 124 Beheading of the Du Family
In the main cabin, Zhou Mingyuan and Du Heng suddenly stood up.
With a flick of his right hand, Zhou Mingyuan released a pale blue flying sword from his storage bag. The sword was slender, with fine wind-elemental spirit patterns flowing along its blade, and the tip of the sword faintly emitted the sounds of wind and thunder.
A superior dual-attribute magical flying sword, the Wind and Thunder Sword.
"Someone has entered the boat!"
Now that he had been exposed, Zhang Lin stopped hiding and stood on the deck with his hands behind his back.
The protective aura of the immortal boat shone on his face, casting a faint golden hue over his Heavenly Azure Daoist robe.
The Taoist robe shimmered with water, fluttering in the morning breeze, and he exuded a very faint smell of blood.
The moment Zhou Mingyuan saw Zhang Lin, his pupils contracted and his expression changed several times in an instant.
First came disbelief, then terror, and finally, undisguised disbelief and murderous intent.
"Zhang Lin? What are you doing here...?"
"When you set this trap to kill me, you should have expected that I would come looking for you."
"Very well, I underestimated you. You actually managed to escape from Third Uncle's clutches. But you dared to storm the Zhou family's immortal ship all by yourself. You're courting death."
Zhang Lin did not respond, but simply raised his right hand, and the Azure Gang Sword and the Silver Frost Flying Sword transformed into two sword lights that attacked the two men.
The ability to divide spiritual consciousness in all directions granted him the power to control multiple magical artifacts simultaneously.
Seeing the flying sword coming, Du Heng took the initiative and released a flying sword to block it.
He is recognized as a practical fighter among the direct descendants of the Du family, and he never gives prior notice before taking action.
With his hands forming a mudra, the true energy from his dantian surged forth, rolling like a tide in front of him, and suddenly transformed into three vine pythons, thicker than a large bowl, dark green in color, their bodies twisted like muscle bundles, every inch gleaming with a cold, eerie green light.
Once the python took shape, it roared towards Zhang Lin, the sound of it tearing through the air as muffled as thunder.
Tier 3: Giant Vine Technique.
The third stage of the Wood Vine Technique is characterized by its tough and resilient vine python, which, once wrapped around the body, is like a giant python strangling and killing, causing the victim's true energy to stagnate and rendering them unable to move.
Zhang Lin did not dodge.
He lightly stomped his right foot on the deck, and a yellowish-brown halo spread out from the sole of his foot.
In an instant, the deck shook violently, and the sound of cracking wood filled the air.
Spikes, like spears, pierced through the feet of the two men simultaneously.
Zhou Mingyuan and Du Heng's feet sank simultaneously, and cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.
Tier 3 Earth Spike Technique.
Zhou Mingyuan retreated swiftly, and three pale golden arcs of light flew out from his hands, severing the stalagmites beneath his feet.
The Wind and Thunder Sword and the Azure Gang Sword also clashed at this moment, the two swords twisting together in the air, with the sounds of wind and thunder and the clang of metal rising and falling.
Beside Zhang Lin, an invisible wind blade had quietly condensed, tearing through the air and slashing towards the vine python.
With a few hissing sounds, the three giant vines snapped into several pieces, the cuts as smooth as mirrors.
The broken vine twisted a few times on the deck before freezing motionless.
"Be careful, this kid has several third-tier spells."
Zhou Mingyuan's voice no longer carried its previous composure.
The Wind and Thunder Sword pierced the air, with a great sound of wind and thunder at its tip, and fought fiercely with the Azure Gang Sword.
Du Heng, as expected of a direct descendant of a prestigious family, wielded his flying sword with unparalleled skill, leaving Yin Shuang unable to achieve anything for the time being.
At this moment, Du Heng made his move again.
The three talismans were unleashed and flew towards Zhang Lin in a triangular formation, burning in the air and transforming into three blazing white fire arrows.
The Blazing Sun Arrow, a first-grade talisman of the Purple Mansion Immortal Sect, is based on the blazing yang energy of the Blazing Sun Talisman, supplemented by the sharp energy of metal-type spiritual power, making it extremely penetrating.
At that moment, Zhou Mingyuan also unleashed his giant golden blade, following closely behind the Blazing Sun Arrow, intending to use the Blazing Sun to clear a path and the golden blade to sever souls.
Zhang Lin remained calm upon seeing this scene, and simply flicked his sleeve.
A solid water curtain rose in front of him; the Tianlan Daoist Robe had an inherent property: a one-foot-long water wall.
The water wall created by the Tianlan Daoist Robe was not a simple magical water curtain, but a thick, arc-shaped water wall formed by condensing true qi, shimmering with light and as steady as a mountain.
Three blazing sun arrows shot into the water wall, causing white mist to rise and obscure the sky.
After the arrow pierced the wall of water, its momentum waned and its brilliance dimmed. The giant golden blade, when it slashed into the wall of water, was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; the deeper it went, the less it could advance.
Ultimately, the true energy dissipated, turning into specks of golden light that vanished into the air.
"How can the defense attached to his Tianlan Daoist robe be so strong?" Du Heng exclaimed.
Zhou Mingyuan did not answer.
He didn't know the answer either, but it seemed that anything in this boy's hands could be turned from rotten to magical.
The fact that this kid is here is probably not what he thought; perhaps his third uncle has already fought him.
The thought sent a chill down his spine. He thought he was setting a trap to kill Zhang Lin, but in reality, every step he took was part of the other party's calculations.
If the speculation is true, then Uncle Three has probably met with misfortune.
Zhang Lin flipped his right hand, and the Blood Fiend Flag rose into the air, fluttering in the morning breeze.
Blood-red light surged like waves on the flag, and a dark red beam of light burst forth from the flag, shooting out a blood-red pillar as thick as a bowl, dyeing the entire deck blood red.
The moment the Blood Fiend Banner appeared, Zhou Mingyuan's expression changed drastically, and he hastily summoned a defensive magic weapon.
A small shield, no bigger than a palm, grew larger in the wind, transforming into a massive, dark shield several feet in diameter, blocking his way.
The shield is engraved with a coiled tortoise, the patterns on its shell are hexagonal, exuding a heavy aura.
The Supreme Magic Artifact, the Xuan Turtle Shield, is forged from the shell of a century-old Xuan Turtle, and its defensive power is among the top in the Qi Refining stage of magic artifacts.
The blood-red light slammed into the Xuan Turtle Shield.
The tortoise pattern on the shield suddenly lit up, and the earthy yellow halo clashed violently with the dark red blood light.
The Xuan Turtle Shield blocked the direct impact of the blood-red light, but the blood-fiend energy wrapped in the light seeped through the shield's surface like a bone-deep infection.
Du Heng was struck by the aftershocks of the Blood Fiend Banner, a sharp pain shot through his mind, and he froze on the spot.
Zhang Lin raised his left hand, and the Soul-Suppressing Bell rang. The sound of the bell transformed into an invisible cone of sound that pierced towards Du Heng.
Du Heng's soul had already been eroded by the Xuan Yin Qi. When he was struck head-on by the Soul-Suppressing Bell, his sea of consciousness exploded instantly, his eyes lost their light, and he completely lost consciousness.
Zhang Lin made a grasping motion with his left hand, and a massive, earth-yellow hand materialized, slapping Du Heng's chest with a palm that was over ten feet long.
Du Heng was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. The magical robe he wore shone with spiritual light, dissipating most of the force. He crashed into the hull of the immortal ship and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Silver Frost Flying Sword struck, beheading the target in one blow.
In just a few breaths, only two people remained on the deck.
With his back against the bulwark of the immortal ship, Zhou Mingyuan's Xuan Turtle Shield took the blow from the spiritual weapon head-on, breaking in two and falling to his feet.
The Wind and Thunder Sword was stuck diagonally on the deck three zhang away, the wind and thunder runes on the sword had faded and lost their luster.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, his chest heaving violently, the golden crown that held his hair back shattered in the impact, and his long hair fell down, sticking to his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.
Opposite him, Zhang Lin stood with his hands behind his back.
The water droplets on the Tianlan Daoist robe continued to flow slowly, without a single extra crease appearing on the robe.
The Azure Gang Sword and the Silver Frost Flying Sword hung beside him, their tips pointing at Zhou Mingyuan's throat, the sword energy on their blades flickering uncertainly in the morning light.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Zhang Lin's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Zhou Mingyuan's ears.