Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 99 Falling short of success

The lonely king is furious, his anger is even worse than the autumn frost!

The heroes of Beichen appeared in the world, and the Beichen Dynasty's ruined national destiny for hundreds of years was all blessed on Beichen Yuanhuang. The dragon energy turned into a sword, and the sword of Beichen Emperor was unparalleled in its sharpness.

The sword rose and fell, a phoenix cried in the sky, and red wings opened and closed behind Beichen Yuanhuang. One move was an unusually dazzling sword light, with a powerful aura. Even Shengzun, who was blessed by Shengxie's great power, could not help but be shocked.

"Holy Trace, dare you fight?"

"Hahahaha, why not? Today I can put an end to the Ru Beichen Dynasty once and for all!"

With one step forward, he absorbed the power of both holy and evil, and his extreme momentum was still shocking and unmatched in the world.

The sword and palm collided, and the remaining force spread in all directions. The sword energy and palm force penetrated into the surroundings, but at this moment the burning imperial city did not show any signs of collapse.

The battle between the two powers does not distinguish between good and evil, because good and evil have long been blurred. One is driven by national hatred and family feuds, and the other is driven by grand ambitions. They attack with all their might and are determined to fight to the death.

After another ten moves, Beichen Yuanhuang was reborn. The sword light in his hand became brighter and brighter, and the martial arts in his mind became clearer and clearer. Even though his foundation was still insufficient, he was no longer in the absolute crushing position as before.

"Beichen Yuanhuang, no matter who is behind you today, they are destined to die!"

Swords faced palms, and the battle situation was re-decided. Sheng Zong raised his hand to draw the holy evil energy, and the two forces merged. He pushed forward with a palm, and the palm force broke the sword light.

There was a loud bang, and Beichen Yuanhuang used the force to retreat. He raised his hands and pointed, which was not martial arts, but magic, and it came out according to his heart.

Shengzong was alert and focused, moving sideways to avoid the magic fire and wind, raising his hand to draw in the energy and strike out with a palm, counterattacking forcefully.

The sword tip swirled, and the killing palm shook with a clang. Beichen Yuanhuang then pointed his sword at the Qi Condensing Sword, killing everyone with a swish, and slammed the throat.

The cold light was deadly and could not be stopped for a moment. Shengzong turned his palm and sank into the essence, with extreme power blending together and the pressure becoming solid, confronting the sword light head-on.

In the face of an even more powerful counterattack, Beichen Yuanhuang did not engage in a head-on confrontation. Instead, he engaged in a staggered move, taking advantage of the momentum to slide back and unload the force. Although he was the same person, his experience and style of fighting with others were also very different from before.

Looking at the completely transformed opponent in front of him, Shengzong's murderous intent grew stronger and stronger. However, time passed by every second, just like the true impermanence, chasing Shengzong's fate.

Damn it! I was plotted against by the righteous before, and now complications arise. Am I destined to fail? Damn it!
Angry and cruel in his heart, Shengzong repeatedly mobilized the power of holy evil. The two extremes intertwined and appeared, with each move more powerful than the last, and the whole place was filled with fiery blood.

"The power of the Holy Trace must have its limits. Victory is already a foregone conclusion. There's no need to rush for quick success; simply delay."

Beichen Yuanhuang's ears were filled with the voice of the former imperial tutor, his earnest teachings. It was as if his mentor was still alive. Beichen Yuanhuang's heart trembled, and the sword of dragon energy and the aurora were dazzling.

With the intertwined figures, Shengzong still had the upper hand. However, with the support of various powers, Beichen Yuanhuang did not show any signs of defeat for a while.

Although Jianzi and Fojian were seriously injured, they fought back and forth with Beichen Yuanhuang. Even though Shengzong was extremely powerful, it was difficult to break through for a while.

I'm not willing to accept this, I'm not willing to accept this, Beichen Yuanhuang, you deserve to die!

The earth shook, and Gai Shi's palm was forced towards Beichen Yuanhuang. Beichen Yuanhuang swung his sword and leaped into the air. Dragon roars and sword whistles were heard, and the golden sword waves merged with the blazing fire all over the city.

"A hidden dragon soars into the sky!"

"The Nine Dragons will destroy the Ten Directions!"

Heaven and earth intertwined, martial arts were astonishing, everyone showed off their abilities, each showing off their unparalleled power, and none of them gave in to the other.

The aftermath of the double moves had not yet subsided when the figures of Jianzi and Fojian came again. Fodie threw thunder and Guchen urged the enemy to attack. Both sides surrounded and killed without giving them any breathing space.

"You guys, get out!"

Shengzong's fury was flaming with anger. He shook his palm, gathering his essence, and his aura surged into a mighty wave, repelling Buddha Sword and Sword Child once again, spilling blood all over the ground. At this moment, Beichen Yuanhuang darted in again. A moment, two moments... Beichen Yuanhuang became increasingly skilled with each fight. Shengzong's power remained, but he could no longer claim absolute dominance. Instead, time slipped away, the battle nearing its end. The situation seemed unwinnable, and Shengzong began to consider retreat.

However, it was a decision of life and death, and he had no intention of retreating. His moves changed as he saw changes. The sword in Beichen Yuanhuang's hand slashed down, and a torrent of sword energy rushed out. Shengzong raised his palms, and the two different forces collided with each other. The crowns of the two men collapsed at the same time, and their long hair flew.

"Holy Trace, you're starting to get anxious."

"Beichen Yuanhuang!"

Sheng Zong coldly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and leaped forward to pounce again. Beichen Yuanhuang's red and gold lights flashed alternately, and he responded to every move, and the voice of his teachings echoed in his ears.

"Youngsters, watch carefully, this is how the sword is used!"

"Remember this palm."

In the fierce battle, the figures kept interweaving, the blood was dripping, and the shadow behind Beichen Yuanhuang became dimmer and dimmer as the battle went on. Shengzong knew that the time was approaching, and the battle was nearing its end.

Although Sheng Zong was filled with resentment, he had not lost his composure at this moment. He looked around and slapped Beichen Yuanhuang and the other three away with one palm. Then, all the power of Sheng Xie turned into a palm that blasted the sky, frightening the gods and ghosts.

The spiritual flag in the air was hit by an external force and suddenly shook violently, and the surrounding Fenghuo Imperial City actually had a momentary flaw.

"Want to leave?!"

The dragon energy in Beichen Yuanhuang's hand suddenly flew out and headed straight for Shengzong. Shengzong took a step forward and dodged one sword light after another. Fojian and Jianzi blocked him again, cutting off Shengzong's retreat.

"Damn it!"

With a roar of anger, Shengzong swung his palm and the power of his palm burst out like a waterfall. Jianzi and Fojian were both defeated and vomiting blood. Beichen Yuanhuang swung his sword to block the powerful move. With a bang, he took two steps forward, but then the sword energy from his backhand flew across Shengzong's chest, bringing out a waterfall of brilliant blood.

"Uh!"

With a muffled groan, Sheng Zong forced himself to suppress his injuries, broke through the illusion with a palm, and escaped with the last bit of time.

"hateful!"

Seeing that Shengzong still escaped in such a situation, Beichen Yuanhuang was unwilling to give up and was about to chase him again, but suddenly a familiar voice rang in his ears, and the many figures behind Beichen Yuanhuang were disappearing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yuan Huang, let's stop here. Our strength only reaches its limit."

Beichen Yuanhuang, who was about to chase after him, suddenly stopped and became stiffer than ever.

"Teacher, you, what do you mean by this?"

The shadow of an elegant man in green robe and holding a gorgeous fan appeared in front of Beichen Yuanhuang. He looked at Beichen Yuanhuang and raised his hand to touch him, but his hand went straight through Beichen Yuanhuang's body.

"Teacher, teacher..."

The man looked at this scene without showing any unusual expression. He just shook his head and looked at Beichen Yuanhuang, saying with emotion, "Yuanhuang, thank you for your hard work during this period."

Thanks a lot……

A familiar tone, a familiar figure. Even though Beichen Yuanhuang knew that what he saw before him was just a remnant soul, he still couldn't help himself and fell to his knees.

"Teacher, Yuan Huang, I miss you so much..."

(End of this chapter)