PFC Chapter 253 Puxian Rushes to Qinglong Pass
Chapter 253 Puxian Rushes to Qinglong Pass
Outside Qinglong Pass, the two armies faced each other, the drums of war thundered, Zi Yu and Mu Zha fought hard and were evenly matched.
"Qiang——!!!"
With a deafening sound of metal clashing, the Wu Gou Sword and the Dragon Pattern Stick collided violently in the air again, and sparks flew like gorgeous fireworks.
Zi Yu tightly grasped the Wu Gou sword, and with a turn of his wrist, the sword light flashed like a weave, and every strike contained the power to destroy the world.
He stared at Mu Zha opposite him and said in a deep voice:
"Humph! The Jiejiao disciples are quite powerful, but I am not bad either."
"If you surrender now and offer Qinglong Pass, I will let you go. Otherwise, I will definitely send you on your way!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Zha curled up his lips into a mocking smile, which showed both disdain for Zi Yu's words and confidence in his own strength.
He shook his head slightly, with a hint of amusement in his tone:
"The disciples of the Chan Sect are really good at exaggerating. With your strength, I can beat two of you by myself."
As he spoke, he gently swung the dragon-patterned stick in his hand, and the air around the stick seemed to fluctuate, revealing his profound cultivation.
"At this moment, I am just using you as a whetstone to hone my combat experience."
Mu Zha continued, a sly look flashing in his eyes, "You don't really think that I can't beat you? Humph, how ridiculous!"
When Zi Yu heard Mu Zha's ridicule, the anger in his heart was instantly ignited.
He glared at Mu Zha, and the tip of the Wu Gou sword trembled slightly, making bursts of sword sounds, as if it was resonating with his anger.
"presumptuous!"
He shouted angrily, his voice exploding like thunder over the battlefield, "Today, either you die or I die! Give me your life!"
After saying that, Zi Yu stretched out his body and rushed towards Mu Zha like an arrow.
His movements were swift and powerful, and every step he took caused the ground to tremble slightly.
The Wu Gou Sword seemed to come alive in his hand. The sword light weaved like a thread, transforming into silver sword beams that attacked Mu Zha in an overwhelming manner.
Seeing this, Mu Zha curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer, and the dragon-patterned stick instantly turned into a black lightning, colliding with the silver sword beams.
Suddenly, sparks flew across the sky above the battlefield, and the sword lights and stick shadows intertwined into one, making people dizzy.
The two figures moved quickly on the battlefield, sometimes passing each other, sometimes fighting side by side, but more often there were fierce confrontations and collisions.
Zi Yu's swordsmanship is exquisite, and each sword contains endless sword intent.
As he turned his wrist, the sword light flashed like a weave, as if it could see through Mu Zha's every move and make predictions in advance.
Mu Zha's stick skills are extremely powerful. Each stick strike is like a real dragon emerging from the sea, carrying the momentum to destroy the world.
The two men's moves canceled each other out in the collision and stimulated each other, forming a wonderful duel.
As the battle continued, both of them gradually got into the state.
Zi Yu's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and each sword seemed to be able to cut through the air, leaving behind faint sword marks.
Mu Zha's stick skills became more and more steady, and each stick contained a tremendous force, as if it could shake mountains.
The confrontation between the two became more and more intense, and every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar and flying sparks.
However, just as the battle reached its climax, an unexpected change occurred.
Zi Yu's body suddenly paused, and the Wu Gou sword in his hand also slowed down.
His face turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He was obviously injured in the fierce battle.
When Mu Zha saw this, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.
He took advantage of the situation and the dragon-patterned stick suddenly accelerated and smashed towards Zi Yu's chest.
If this stick hits him, Zi Yu will definitely not be able to bear it.
However, at this moment, Zi Yu suddenly flashed and avoided Mu Zha's fatal blow.
It turned out that Zi Yu's previous pause was just a deliberate ploy to lure the enemy.
He used his injuries as bait to lure Mu Zha into the trap.
When he noticed Mu Zha's attack, he quickly adjusted his state and avoided the attack with amazing speed and reaction.
Mu Zha missed his attack and was shocked.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then attacked Zi Yu again.
After all, the strength of the two was there. Mu Zha fought more and more vigorously, while Zi Yu was increasingly at a disadvantage.
"Huh, it seems you are nothing more than that."
Seeing this, Mu Zha curled up the corner of his mouth into a cold smile, but that smile could not hide a hint of surprise and caution.
He thought that this attack would be enough to seriously injure Zi Yu, but he did not expect the other party to have such an amazing reaction speed.
"But the game has just begun. Next, you better be careful."
Zi Yu steadied himself. Although his face was still pale, his eyes were more determined.
He took a deep breath and adjusted the disordered breath in his body. At the same time, he glanced around with his peripheral vision, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.
"Mu Zha, you are indeed powerful, but I am not an easy person to deal with."
He said in a deep voice, although his voice was light, it was full of unquestionable power.
Just then, a breeze blew by, bringing with it the unique smell of blood and sweat on the battlefield.
Zi Yu took this opportunity and moved again, approaching Mu Zha like a ghost.
His steps were light and quick, and each step seemed to be in step with an invisible beat, making it difficult to predict his movements.
"Humph, you want to use your old tricks again?"
Mu Zha snorted coldly, but he did not dare to be careless in his heart.
He gripped the dragon-patterned stick tightly, tensing his muscles, ready to meet Zi Yu's next attack.
However, Zi Yu did not launch a direct attack as he expected, but instead circled around Mu Zha, with the tip of his sword occasionally cutting through the air, making bursts of sword sounds.
"Are you provoking me?"
Mu Zha roared angrily and swung the dragon-patterned stick violently, bringing up a gust of fierce wind.
When Zi Yu saw this, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
He knew very well that Mu Zha was extremely powerful, and if he were to take the blow head-on, he would probably not be able to bear it.
But at this moment, he had no way to retreat.
Zi Yu gritted his teeth, mobilized all his internal strength, and swung the Wu Gou Sword in his hand tightly, trying to form an indestructible barrier with the sword light to block Mu Zha's attack.
"clang--!!!"
With a deafening sound of metal clashing, Zi Yu's Wu Gou sword and Mu Zha's dragon-patterned stick collided violently in the air.
Brilliant sparks burst out between the sword and the stick, like the brightest stars in the night sky.
However, in the blink of an eye, Zi Yu felt an irresistible force coming from the dragon-patterned stick, which made his arm numb and the Wu Gou sword almost slip out of his hand.
“Pfft——!!!”
Just as Zi Yu was struggling to hold on, Mu Zha suddenly exerted force and swung the dragon-patterned stick down again with overwhelming force.
This time, Zi Yu could no longer resist. He felt a huge force coming and the Wu Gou sword in his hand was knocked away. After drawing a graceful arc in the air, it fell heavily into the dust in the distance.
Zi Yu, who lost his weapon, was in a desperate situation. He staggered and managed to stand firmly, but his face was already pale.
There was a sharp pain in the chest, which was caused by the residual force of Muzha's dragon-patterned stick.
He looked up at Mu Zha, only to see that the other's eyes were full of coldness and disdain, as if he had already seen his defeat.
"Hmph, that's all."
Mu Zha sneered and raised the dragon-patterned stick again, ready to give Zi Yu a fatal blow.
However, at this moment, a look of determination suddenly flashed in Zi Yu's eyes.
He knew very well that he had no way out and that the only way to survive was to fight to the death.
So he took a deep breath, mobilized the remaining internal strength in his body, and prepared to launch a final counterattack.
But at this moment, a sudden change broke the tranquility of the battlefield.
I saw a dazzling light falling from the sky, instantly covering the entire battlefield.
When the light faded, a Taoist priest dressed in Taoist robes and with an immortal look slowly descended in front of Zi Yu.
The person who came was none other than Samantabhadra.
"Master?!"
There was a flash of unbelievable surprise in Zi Yu's eyes. He struggled to support his seriously injured body, and tried his best to stand up and salute his master Samantabhadra.
However, the severe pain in his body forced him to kneel down again, but the smile on his face was as warm and firm as the spring sun.
"Disciple pays homage to Master!"
Zi Yu's voice was weak but full of respect. He tried to make his voice sound clearer and more powerful.
At this moment, all the fatigue and pain seemed to disappear, leaving only endless gratitude and attachment to Master.
Upon seeing this, Puxian gently waved his sleeves, and a gentle force lifted Ziyu up, allowing him to stand steadily on the ground.
He looked at Ziyu carefully, with a trace of heartache and relief in his eyes: "Disciple, you have suffered."