Chapter 335 The Battle of Saints: Xiang Meng Fights Two Against One
boom.
A powerful pressure suddenly descended.
In an instant, Lu Chuan, who was flying rapidly in mid-air, was forcibly suppressed.
With a bang.
I stomped heavily on the sand.
boom.
Sand flew everywhere, and two deep pits were directly trampled out, leaving people trapped inside.
Lu Chuan was panting heavily.
Look up.
Mount Buzhou was still far ahead, and could only be seen as a blurry image.
The aura of this saint is terrifying.
It's completely impossible to fly in the sky anymore.
The only way is to walk over.
With this thought in mind, Lu Chuan lifted his leg.
Suddenly, he felt as if his legs were filled with lead.
The sand beneath his feet, having endured the sage's oppressive power for years, had long since become harder than steel.
Stepping on it hurts your feet.
He could only move forward step by step.
With each step, a deep footprint is left on the ground.
Sweat streamed down his forehead, evaporating in the surrounding heat before it even touched the ground.
What kind of weird place is this?
Lu Chuan cursed inwardly.
Is this the sacred site of the sage?
Before even touching the door, the sheer oppressive aura emanating from the outside was enough to drive anyone mad.
No wonder Shangguan Yue said that ordinary martial artists simply cannot get in.
It's not that we can't get in.
This is clearly a deliberate attempt to prevent people from entering.
He looked up and stared intently at the black mountain peak.
No matter how difficult.
We must get through this today.
Lu Chuan took a deep breath.
He lifted his right foot again and slammed it down.
Keep going.
……
We are getting closer and closer to Mount Buzhou.
The oppressive force pressing down on him had reached a terrifying level.
Lu Chuan felt as if he were carrying a real mountain on his back while walking.
His back was bent over from the weight.
The bones creaked under the strain.
Breathing became extremely difficult.
It felt like there was fire burning in my chest.
Every breath I took carried a strong, metallic smell of blood.
We can't keep pushing ourselves like this.
Lu Chuan's eyes narrowed.
The Reverse Blood Remnant Life Technique within his body began to operate wildly.
"Momentum".
He growled.
An unstoppable force, like a river rushing into the sea, burst forth from within.
This momentum surged skyward.
He directly met the invisible pressure of the saint above his head.
The two forces collided silently in mid-air.
For a moment, it even caused the surrounding space to distort and deform slightly.
With the support of "momentum".
He finally felt the pressure on his body suddenly lessen.
The bent back straightened again.
He seized the moment and took a few big steps forward.
But the good times didn't last long.
Buzhou Mountain seemed to have sensed that someone was resisting.
The aura of a saint instantly doubled.
boom.
The "momentum" that Lu Chuan released was instantly suppressed.
The intense pressure once again slammed directly onto Lu Chuan.
puff.
Fresh blood spurted out.
Lu Chuan's face turned deathly pale instantly.
His body suddenly sank, trembling uncontrollably.
too strong.
This is not even in the same league as the other forces.
The saying "below the sage, all are ants" is perfectly exemplified at this moment.
But he gritted his teeth and refused to give in.
Keep going.
There are still dozens of miles to go.
Once you walk these few dozen miles, you'll reach the foot of the mountain.
Click.
Sudden.
A crisp sound exploded inside his body.
Lu Chuan screamed, his body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.
Under immense pressure of terror.
He had a broken rib on his left side.
Followed by.
Click.
Click.
Two more sounds followed, and two more ribs on the right side broke.
The broken bone spurs pierced into the flesh, causing excruciating pain.
Lu Chuan groaned again.
The veins on his forehead bulged out instantly.
Large amounts of blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the black sand, a shocking sight.
But he did not stop.
Still dragging his heavy body, he continued to move forward.
But as the distance increases, so does the pressure.
Every step taken.
The sound of Lu Chuan's bones breaking would ring out once.
Arm.
Shoulder.
back.
The bones crumbled inch by inch.
The skin surface is cracked with countless tiny fissures.
Blood gushed out, instantly turning him into a blood-soaked figure.
pain.
Pain that cannot be described in words.
The feeling of watching your own body being crushed is enough to destroy anyone's sanity.
Lu Chuan's consciousness began to blur.
But images of the martial artists in the southern city possibly facing death kept flashing through his mind.
They witnessed the horrific scene of the demon race tearing apart the human race's defenses.
A glimpse of the despair in the eyes of hundreds of millions of compatriots flashed before my eyes.
I can't stop.
I absolutely cannot stop.
Lu Chuan roared inwardly.
"Immortality".
The supernatural power is activated.
The true essence within his body instantly transformed into immense vitality.
It began frantically repairing its shattered bones and torn flesh.
The broken bone was reattached.
The wound healed quickly.
but.
It's just been fixed.
Take a step forward.
The terrifying pressure of the saint descended once again.
Click.
The bone that had just been set broke again.
The healed wound reopened.
Blood gushed out again.
damage.
repair.
Further destruction.
Repair it again.
Lu Chuan was caught in an extremely cruel cycle during this process.
This is not just physical torture.
It is also a test of the limits of willpower.
He was like a tireless machine.
Under the overwhelming pressure, with blood streaming down his face, he stared intently at the black mountain peak ahead.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
The distance is gradually decreasing.
However, Lu Chuan's energy expenditure had also reached its limit.
While immortality is extraordinary, it still requires the consumption of true essence.
The true energy within his body was quickly running out.
The pressure continued to rise.
In front.
It's a desperate situation.
……
At the same time.
On Mount Buzhou.
The wind howled.
boom.
A terrifying power, as if the heavens and earth were created, suddenly erupted.
In that instant, the thick, heavy clouds were torn apart.
A massive axe shadow descended from the sky.
A deafening roar of thunder erupted.
It slashed straight at the two aged figures opposite.
It's a fierce thing.
Xiang Meng, the Martial Saint.
His aura was overflowing.
He gripped a dark gold axe tightly in both hands, and the aura emanating from his entire body was extremely violent.
next moment.
Xiang Meng landed.
He stomped his feet hard on the ground.
boom.
Splash splash splash.
Shhhhhh.
Kakaka.
A large amount of hard black rock shattered instantly, turning into countless fragments that flew in all directions.
"Get the hell out of my way."
Another roar.
The deafening sound echoed throughout the entire Buzhou Mountain.
The two old men opposite him had extremely gloomy expressions.
Both of them raised their hands at the same time.
Two powerful streams of true energy, one gray and one white, also shot into the sky, converging in mid-air to form a huge shield of true energy.
Boom!
The axe slammed down hard on the shield.
A deafening roar erupted.
A terrifying shockwave erupted.
It spread wildly outwards from the three people as the center.
Boom boom boom.
The roof tiles of the surrounding side halls were instantly blown off by the shockwave, and large cracks appeared in the walls.
This is a battle between saints.
Even a casual collision is enough to destroy the world.
Xiang Meng groaned, his body thrown back more than ten steps by the force of the recoil.
He plowed two deep furrows in the ground before he could barely steady himself.
The two elderly men opposite were also not feeling well.
The two men took three steps back in unison, their blood rushing to their heads, their white beards disheveled in the wind.
But they kept their eyes fixed on Xiang Meng on the other side.
I was completely shocked.
This kid has only been a Martial Saint for less than a hundred years.
By joining forces, they were able to force these two veteran martial saints to this point.
Young people these days...
They're all so perverted.
"Old bastards, what exactly do you want to do?"
Xiang Meng showed absolutely no respect for the elderly. After slamming his axe heavily on the ground, he began to hurl insults at the two men.
"Hold."
"Hundreds of millions of people in the southwestern region of the human race are in imminent danger."
"Those beasts of the demon race are about to massacre the city."
"I'm going to save people, and you fucking insist on stopping me."
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