Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 326 Counterattack

The atmosphere suddenly became like a taut bowstring, ready to explode at any moment. The shadow was like a stream of evil black light that sprang out from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, with a strong and pungent smell that resembled the stench of corpses piled up for thousands of years. It was like a wolf driven by hunger and greed, opening its bloody mouth with endless murderous intent, and pounced directly at Shen Yun.

Its figure was like the most cunning ghost, twisting and changing strangely in mid-air. The body condensed by pure dark power seemed to be a tangible object, but it was blurred and difficult to distinguish at the edges, as if it wanted to merge into the chaotic void. Every time it moved, the surrounding air made a sharp "hissing" sound, as if the longitude and latitude of space were cruelly cut and slowly corroded by its evil power, exuding the smell of decay and death.

Shen Yun stood still, his posture as straight as a pine tree. When the black shadow suddenly appeared, his eyes suddenly became sharp, like stars in the cold night, emitting a sharp and cold light. Although he was slightly startled by the sudden attack, his innate perseverance and fearlessness made him fearless. His feet were like pine trees rooted deep in the earth, stepping firmly on the ground, motionless, storing all his strength in his feet, ready to deal with this fierce attack at any time.

Just as the black shadow rushed in front of him with great force, the long sword in his hand that had been sharpened for a long time suddenly shook, and the sound of the sword was crisp and exciting, just like the roar of a sleeping dragon breaking through the clouds at dawn, piercing through the layers of air and shocking all around. On the sword body, the spiritual power was like a silver stream in the mountains melting in spring, gurgling and rushing, and in a moment it gathered into a crystal clear, yet rock-hard spiritual power shield. The surface of the shield was flowing with warm and radiant light, barely withstanding the swift and fierce attack of the black shadow. The collision of the two was as earth-shaking as Mars hitting the Earth. The spiritual power and the power of darkness were like two ancient ferocious beasts, strangling each other and colliding madly, emitting dazzling rays of light. In the light, the inky black light and the cunning silver light were entangled and twisted, just like a vicious python and a dragon fighting a life-and-death battle in the deep sea, neither giving in, causing layers of visible ripples in the surrounding space, as if unable to withstand the impact of this powerful force.

"Hmph, if you want to plot against me, you're not qualified enough!" Shen Yun squeezed out these cruel words from between his teeth. His voice was as loud as a bell, revealing the pride and courage in his bones.

Before he finished speaking, he turned around, and his sword moves were like flowing water, performing the second move of the "Seven Moves of Heaven and Earth" "The Rotation of Heaven and Earth". In an instant, he seemed to have turned into a high-speed spinning top, and his figure was so fast that only a trace of afterimage remained, driving the long sword in his hand to draw dazzling silver arcs in the air. Each arc contained a majestic and powerful spiritual power that was enough to create the world, as if it could easily split the void and sever the bond between time and space. These arcs crisscrossed and woven like a net, weaving into an airtight and cold sword net. The sword wind whistled and swept around, blowing the sand and stones on the ground like hidden weapons flying all over the sky. With a sharp force, the auxiliary long sword hooded the black shadow, as if to trap it in the cage of the sword net, so that it would never escape.

The black shadow's attack failed, and he thought to himself, "Not good." In his eyes, which originally flashed with a sinister light and seemed as deep as a dark pool, a hint of cunning and determination instantly flashed.

It had been through many battles, so it could sense that Shen Yun's strength was far beyond its expectations. If it continued to fight like this, it might die today. At that moment, it had a strong desire to escape, and decided to flee from here first, and then come back after finding a good opportunity and gathering strength to avenge its previous defeat.

So, it took advantage of the reaction force of Shen Yun's sword, and its body was like a black lightning, retreating swiftly and abruptly. This retreat brought a gust of "whooshing" wind, which was like the shrill howl of a demon in the abyss of hell, carrying a pungent and rotten smell, spreading like a plague. Wherever it went, flowers and plants withered instantly, and the soil and rocks seemed to be drained of vitality, covered with a layer of gray and dead silence. Its body was like an illusory ghost in this retreat, and black mist gushed out from the pores of its body like a fountain, wrapping it layer by layer in a moment, as if it was wearing a mysterious cloak that could hide its body and isolate it from the world's detection. The figure became increasingly blurred and difficult to distinguish in this thick mist, as if it had merged into the dark night.

I saw it tapping the air with its feet. Every time it touched, it seemed to be stepping on an invisible and elastic spring. It bounced back with the force and shot backwards like an arrow. Its backward flight trajectory was crooked and irregular, obviously intentional, to prevent Shen Yun from predicting the pursuit route. In the blink of an eye, it had opened up a distance of several feet, but it was still afraid. Its hands were changing seals quickly in front of its chest like a butterfly flying through flowers, and it was muttering something. The obscure spells sounded like the whispers of an ancient demon god, echoing in the air.

As the spell sounded, a black vortex suddenly appeared behind it. The vortex was like the giant mouth of an ancient glutton, greedily swallowing the surrounding light and air. Everything around it seemed to fall into an endless black hole, and the deadly silence was overwhelming, making people shudder. Immediately, the black shadow flashed and slid into the vortex like a loach, trying to use this strange secret technique to completely get rid of Shen Yun's control and disappear in this mysterious and dangerous secret place.

How could Shen Yun let it go so easily? Seeing this, his eyebrows raised, his eyes were like a cold blade, and he snorted coldly: "Want to run? Not that easy!"

The tip of his toes lightly touched the ground, just like a dragonfly skimming the water, and he took advantage of the force to fly into the air, wanting to pick up his sword and chase after it. But the black vortex seemed unwilling to give up, and suddenly several black tentacles stretched out from it, as thick as pillars, as tough as steel, and with strange runes flashing on the surface, like the fence of a prison, carrying a powerful and heavy dark force that seemed to be able to crush mountains and rivers, sweeping towards Shen Yun, as if to block his steps and buy more time for the black shadow to escape. Every time it swung, the air was like solidified colloid, being torn apart fiercely, making a dull sound.

Seeing that the black shadow was trying to get away by taking advantage of the black vortex and tentacles, Shen Yun's mouth curled up into a cold arc, like the chill rising from the surface of a frozen lake. Anger and murderous intent rose in his heart, like a burning fire of karma.

He stomped his foot into the air, and his body rose up from the ground, his clothes rustling like an eagle flapping its wings and soaring into the sky. In an instant, the spiritual power in his body seemed to awaken like a long-dormant beast, and it began to circulate wildly. The spiritual power that was originally filled in his meridians was like a river bursting its banks, surging towards the long sword in his palm, causing his body to tremble slightly, and every inch of his skin was emitting a blue light, as if the god of thunder had descended to the world.

As the spiritual power surged, the long sword began to emit blue lightning. The sound of jumping electric currents was endless, just like the roar of Thor in anger, which frightened the surrounding space to tremble slightly, as if it would collapse and shatter in the next second.