Chapter 1083 - 346: Desert Eagle Reigns Supreme, Yang Lezhi’s Peerless Battle Technique

Crack!

A muffled sound.

It wasn’t disfigurement!

No one expected that when the iron sword fell, Yang Lezhi would actually smash his own left arm.

Yes!

It was smashed, not chopped off.

The Unyielding Sword is similar to a giant iron bar; it has no blade, so it can’t be severed like a sharp edge.

Yang Lezhi placed his arm on the motorcycle.

With one swing.

The arm was crushed into pulp at the root.

With this, Yang Lezhi’s arm would never have the chance to recover.

"Are you... an idiot!"

Xu Baiyan was trembling with anger.

She never expected Yang Lezhi to be so brainless. What use is it to smash your own arm? It’s just being foolish.

Su Yue and Bai Xiaolong were dumbfounded in shock.

To be this ruthless to oneself.

Even Heiye paused in shock.

Young people these days are a bit too crazy when it comes to love.

But no one noticed!

The flesh and blood smashed by Yang Lezhi didn’t fall to the ground; instead, it all seeped into the motorcycle.

And no one realized that the ground beneath Yang Lezhi’s feet was strangely beginning to dry up!

Outside the city walls.

Su Qingfeng and Yao Chenqing were also taken aback for a moment.

"This kid is extremely radical!"

Yao Chenqing was startled by Yang Lezhi.

Though it was for Xu Baiyan, it was indeed quite extreme.

"No, there’s something strange about his motorcycle. It seems to be an ultimate battle technique sacrificing itself."

Su Qingfeng furrowed his brows.

He had stronger perception than the average person and had already sensed a special aura.

It’s a brand-new ultimate battle technique.

If there are no accidents, it must be related to that kid.

Ordinary people who want to cut off an arm to prove their resolve wouldn’t directly smash their arm, especially with so many blades around!

Smashing is more painful than slicing.

At this time, Su Qingfeng began to admire this future son-in-law.

His daughter’s taste seemed not too bad; this young man didn’t avoid it because of his appearance.

"Hehehe, Heiye, you’re just a mere pseudo-eighth-level beast, what right do you have to bully my girlfriend!

"Today, I’m going to make you regret it!"

Yang Lezhi’s pupils turned crimson as he hysterically stared at Heiye in the sky.

Whether from intense pain or emotional upheaval.

Yang Lezhi’s face was ferocious, covered in blood, like an Asura who had fought for days in a purgatory. Even the air around him seemed to distort.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

At this moment, the motorcycle next to Yang Lezhi began to weather.

Yes.

Just like sand dried of its moisture, suddenly blown into the air by the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the entire motorcycle disappeared.

In its place was a swirling sandstorm in the air.

Seeing a sandstorm in a wetland is indeed a spectacular sight.

However, this sand did not completely dissipate but continued swirling in the air, like a sand cloud.

"Pseudo-Sand Technique, final form, Sandstorm... explode for me!"

Under the fierce wind, Yang Lezhi raised his heavy sword high with his other arm.

Scarlet blood covered the heavy sword, like blood-red lava, indescribably eerie.

Screech!

A piercing eagle’s cry resounded through the sky.

Then, the mass of sand abruptly condensed into a massive desert eagle.

The sand eagle was at least as tall as three people standing on top of one another. The moment its wings spread, the tornado roared across the sky, blocking out the sun.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The immense pressure from the yellow eagle caused the ground of Jing Niao City to crack. Even the ground beneath Su Yue and the others buckled, forming small basins, with fissures spreading like a spiderweb across Jing Niao City.

Nearby Yangxiang Race members were so frightened their mouths spewed fresh blood.

No!

It wasn’t just fear; it was the overwhelming pressure.

"It’s the aura of a Grandmaster!"

Meng Yang looked up at the sand eagle, his mouth dry, his calves trembling.

"It’s not an ordinary Grandmaster, even the weakest is at least the seventh rank!"

Bai Xiaolong’s hands trembled.

They couldn’t comprehend how, in just a few days, Yang Lezhi had become so powerful.

The sand eagle he summoned was not inferior to the seventh rank.

"It’s an ultimate battle technique, Yang Lezhi sacrificed his arm!"

Amidst the fierce wind, Su Yue’s heart raced.

This ultimate battle technique of Yang Lezhi’s was too powerful.

"But why does the sand eagle summoned by Yang Lezhi look so much like an eagle?"

Bai Xiaolong asked curiously.

"A sand, sand sculpture?"

Meng Yang nodded.

Indeed, the sand eagle was so large, it obviously was a sand sculpture.

"Bai Xiaolong, Meng Yang, coordinate with my sand eagle, prepare to attack Heiye!"

Yang Lezhi maintained a one-handed sword stance, shouting hoarsely.

You could see Xu Baiyan’s Cang Defensive Jade about to shatter; there was no time to waste.

Bang!

The sand sculpture descended from the sky, its talons shattering Heiye’s Protective Gang Qi, slashing directly at Heiye’s head.

Just like that, the attack Heiye was launching on Cang Defensive Jade was directly broken.

Then, the two talons of the sand sculpture gripped Heiye’s shoulders, like chains from hell. Heiye’s Qi Blood was instantly sealed, leaving him unable to move!

"Quick, attack Heiye!"

Yang Lezhi shouted again.

"The sand sculpture might not last long; now that Heiye is restrained, he’s a sitting target, you two grab hands!"

Su Yue urged anxiously.

According to the rules of combat techniques, the lower the rank of a Martial Artist, the shorter the duration when they exert powerful techniques, which might be the balance of the Heavenly Dao.

So, they must seize the time; Dad and the others might need two more minutes to come in.

"Hm, such a trivial trick that can’t even last a minute is simply ridiculous!"

Heiye cursed out loud, furious and exasperated.

He could feel that this sand sculpture could lock him at most for a minute.

If it were a normal day, he wouldn’t even bother with this harmless duration.

But the current situation is special; he is racing against two siege masters, and every second is precious.

Damn it!

This group of Wuwen Race, why are there so many tricks?

Swish!

Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang held hands, instantly performing the Yuanyang Swordsmanship.

The longsword resembled a long snake, precisely slashing at Heiye’s neck.

Clang.

Sparks flew in all directions.

Unfortunately, the Yuanyang Swordsmanship seemed fierce but didn’t even cut Heiye’s skin.

"Hahaha, although my Qi Blood is not of the eighth rank, my physical body still has the strength of the eighth rank. As long as I defend with all my might, your mere pseudo-sixth rank sword moves can’t break through my defense!

"You low-rank Martial Artists are arrogantly ignorant, having no understanding of what a true Grandmaster is!

"The idea of a fifth rank injuring an eighth rank is simply foolish!"

Heiye laughed wildly.

If it were a real sixth rank, perhaps it could cut through his skin.

But their moves were merely of the sixth rank.

It simply didn’t matter.

"Su Yue, what do we do now!"

Bai Xiaolong looked anxiously at Su Yue.

"Look above, we can mimic Brother’s way of killing Cang Ji!"

Su Yue remained calm, a cold smile on his lips as he pointed to the sky above.

Crack!

Then, Su Yue stomped the ground hard, the battle axe in his palm radiating a dazzling lightning glow.

Boom!

Su Yue leaped high into the air, like a fearless, courageous grasshopper.

Crack!

Another flash of lightning struck, the Divine Soldiers directly hitting Heiye’s chest.

Blood splattered, skin and flesh split open.

"Heiye, although my Divine Soldiers can’t kill you, they can unfortunately break through your Protective Gang Qi."

Su Yue was splattered with blood, and upon landing, he sneered at Heiye with disdain.

Whew!

Meanwhile.

Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang’s Yuanyang Swordsmanship directly inflicted grandmaster-level damage within Heiye’s body.

"Hahaha... perfect!"

Su Yue raised his battle axe.

His Divine Soldiers could pierce Heiye’s skin, but lacked the grandmaster killing intent to cause substantial harm.

The Yuanyang Swordsmanship was the opposite.

As long as it could pierce the eighth-rank skin, the sword moves contained the purest grandmaster-level killing intent.

This way, the three of them, cooperating, could inflict perfect damage just like Zhao Qian’en and the others did to Cang Ji.

Poof!

Sure enough, Heiye staggered, violently spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His old face twisted, unspeakably pale!

"Well done!"

Yang Lezhi also called out weirdly.

"Do you have to pose there?"

Meng Yang turned to ask.

"I can’t move while controlling the sand eagle!"

Yang Lezhi smiled apologetically.

He knew the pose was silly, but he had no choice.

"Let’s go again, try to beat this City Lord into a dead dog within a minute!"

Crack!

The lightning flashed again, and Su Yue’s body leaped into the air once more.

"Get lost!"

Heiye was furious.

Unfortunately, his entire Qi Blood was locked by the sand sculpture, making him completely immobile.

"Screw you."

Crack!

The lightning flickered, and Su Yue slashed down with his axe, precisely splitting the skin on Heiye’s neck.

Against an eighth-rank, these ordinary weak points didn’t have much effect; it was purely for visual effect.

Even if the opponent’s eyes were slashed, they would be restored when his physical body regenerated.

Whew!

Whew!

The Yuanyang Swordsmanship followed, causing tons of damage.

"Ah... beasts!"

Heiye wailed in agony, like a ghost.

Why am I so unlucky, why do a group of damn kids have to bully me?

What kind of world is this; is there no fairness left?

"You guys... didn’t have to do this!"

Xu Baiyan squatted on the ground, unable to hold back her tears.

Even if everyone insulted her, her heart wouldn’t hurt as much.

But for her, the traitor, Yang Lezhi lost an arm, and Su Yue, Bai Xiaolong, and Meng Yang were still fighting bloodily.

With their fifth-rank bodies, they were battling against an eighth rank.

For mere mortals, it’s like slaying a god, a slight mistake leading to a shattered body.

"Xu Baiyan, don’t cry! I said I would save you, and I certainly can.

"Believe in me, believe in our comrades!"

Yang Lezhi raised the iron sword, smiling gently at Xu Baiyan.

Maybe because the broken arm hurt too much, Yang Lezhi’s smile was uglier than a cry.

"Yes, thank you all!"

Xu Baiyan nodded vigorously, then bit her arm with her teeth, as only this way could she stop the tears from flowing.

She also wanted to go out and help, but once the Cangfang Jade was activated, she couldn’t go out from inside, only wait for the defense time to pass.

Poof!

In the sky, Heiye was once again slashed, blood spilling violently, driving him mad with rage.

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