The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 87 The Battle of Gods and Demons!

The deadly throat-locking gun fell like mercury spilling onto the ground, carrying the force of a landslide.

With a fierce roar, Song Yinglong's long spear slashed through the air as he charged forward relentlessly.

Before the spear and lance even clashed, the air was already thick with energy, as if countless tiny particles were colliding, and the faint sounds of wind and thunder could be heard.

In a flash, a brilliant silver light enveloped the long spear, and the long street fell silent.

The warriors of Wohu Mountain Villa, Tao Gongwang, Tao Jingxing, and other soldiers of the Jintang Camp felt as if all sounds had disappeared from their ears.

The sounds of wind and thunder faded away.

But in the next instant, a tremendous roar erupted like a landslide and a tsunami. Centered on the impact of the spears, a tremendous force was released, steaming the air as if it were boiling, forming a huge shockwave.

Dust and gravel billowed up from the ground, and several nearby martial artists felt as if they had been struck in the chest with a heavy punch, letting out a muffled groan and stumbling backward in horror.

At the same time, Song Yinglong's magnificent warhorse let out a mournful neigh, its four hooves slamming down and crashing into the hard bluestone ground, instantly producing the sound of bones shattering and blood spurting out.

In the instant his warhorse overturned, Song Yinglong landed firmly on his feet, standing like a mountain, rooted to the ground.

The blue bricks beneath my feet trembled and crackled, spreading outwards in the blink of an eye to several feet away.

Listen to the earth's energy!

This is one of the power techniques that Song Yinglong cultivates. It allows him to connect his feet with the earth's veins, deflecting part of the force of attacks from others and channeling it into the ground.

Since Song Yinglong mastered the [Mysterious Iron Buddha Skin Gang], he has never used this power, because he has always used his power to suppress others.

But this time...

"What incredible power!"

Song Yinglong's usually cold and hard face changed color. Even though he diverted some of the force, taking that shot still made him tense up, and his bones seemed to be cracking.

"What kind of internal energy body possesses such divine power? Is it the [Mountain-Splitting Wild Bull Energy] or the [Sea-Entangling Python Tendon Energy]?"

In Song Yinglong's understanding, being invulnerable to swords and spears and possessing immense strength was something only a body with a strong constitution could achieve.

Little did they know that Hong Yuan possessed exceptional natural talent, which allowed him to achieve success in one fell swoop.

He roared and before Hong Yuan could hit the ground, he turned and was already to the side. His long spear shot out like a poisonous dragon and viciously bit into Hong Yuan's chest.

Hong Yuan was in mid-air with nowhere to grab his strength, but the deadly throat-locking spear had already changed rapidly. Its originally swift and thunderous momentum suddenly became ethereal and unpredictable.

The spear moved like flowing clouds, unpredictable and elusive like a gentle breeze, instantly entangling the 'poisonous dragon'.

This is the Wuding Spear Technique, which Hong Yuan created by incorporating the martial arts of the Wuding Sword Sect into his spear techniques.

In the blink of an eye, not only did it encircle the poisonous dragon, but it also spread out like sparks in the air, enveloping Song Yinglong's vital points.

Song Yinglong turned and stepped back, his long spear swirling into a rapidly spinning wheel of light, blocking all incoming killing moves.

Dang Dang Dang!
A tremendous clang of metal clashing exploded in the air, sending sparks flying and causing the temperature within several meters to rise rapidly. Accompanied by the clash of spears and lances, crisp air explosions rang out one after another.

At the heart of the battle between Hong Yuan and Song Yinglong, the silver light from the spears and the blood-red gleam from the steel lances intertwined, colliding violently like a meat grinder.

The force, sharp as a blade, sliced ​​through the air with a piercing whistle, tearing long lines into the ground. The fallen horse had already been ripped apart by the force, its flesh and blood exploding. The martial artists of Crouching Tiger Manor retreated in terror, many clutching their weapons, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their eyelids twitching wildly.

They were considered rare experts in the martial arts world, yet they couldn't even see the two figures clearly, let alone intervene in their fight.

With their limited skills, they could be caught in the fray at any moment if they got within three zhang (approximately 10 meters), their flesh and bones pulverized in an instant.

After a dozen or so breaths of gunfights, countless collisions had occurred, but instead of stopping, the fighting became even more intense.

The sounds were like thunder. Even from a distance of about ten feet, Tao Gongwang, Tao Jingxing, and their Jintang Camp soldiers felt the ground tremble violently, their ears ringing, and their heads spinning. They felt as if they were caught in a raging sea, about to be overwhelmed by the waves at any moment.

The blue bricks on the ground shattered inch by inch, and the flying shards of stone burst forth, flying in all directions as densely as hundreds of crossbowmen firing simultaneously, shooting out in bursts.

Chi Chi Chi!
The bullet struck the houses on both sides of the street with lightning speed, instantly shattering tiles, sending pieces of wood flying, and even piercing windows and falling into the houses, causing a series of terrified screams from the people inside.

The soldiers of Wohu Manor and Jintang Camp retreated one after another, avoiding the flying rocks. They were still in shock, but even though they couldn't see the two figures clearly, they were unwilling to look away and stared at them with dry mouths.

Suddenly, a burst of light swept through the street, causing it to tremble violently. A figure flew out diagonally and crashed into a four-story teahouse with incredible speed.

Before they could even distinguish what was happening, another person darted in like lightning, almost without any hesitation. The sound of whistling energy emanating from the teahouse filled the air, as if a gust of wind had been whipped up.

Immediately following was a continuous rumbling sound, and a strong wind rose from below, quickly reaching the fourth floor. In the next instant, dense silver light poured out from the fourth floor of the teahouse, half of the roof was suddenly lifted off, and large pieces of bricks and tiles were thrown into the air, then crashed down with a 'crash'.

Fortunately, the customers in the teahouse had already left, and even the manager had disappeared without a trace; otherwise, there would have been many casualties.

Whoosh!
A long spear suddenly pierced through the wall, flew diagonally down from several meters high, and easily embedded itself in the ground, humming and trembling incessantly, but the steel shaft had already bent.

"This is the lord's weapon?" The expressions of the people from Crouching Tiger Manor changed drastically.

Immediately afterward, the roof of the teahouse shook violently, making a sickening cracking sound, and then collapsed with a deafening roar.

Tao Gongwang, Tao Jingxing, and others had blank stares, clenched fists, and large beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads.

In their eyes, these two were almost demons, and their battle resembled a clash between gods and ghosts in legends.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, a golden light faintly cracked, smashing through the falling tiles and wooden beams, and soared into the sky—it was Song Yinglong.

His hands swung and slapped down repeatedly, creating a series of explosions like raindrops, as the silver spear, like a dragon in flight, came chasing after him.

Song Yinglong used his bare hands to resist the spear tip. Each impact made his body tremble and his face twitch slightly.

When the silver spear shook off his palms and suddenly flashed, it struck towards his heart, a look of horror flashed across Song Yinglong's eyes.

He suddenly uttered a difficult phrase, and immediately felt a burning sensation in his chest. With a 'crack', something shattered.

It seemed as if birdsong came from inside Song Yinglong's body. He suddenly opened his arms and flapped his wings like a bird. His body suddenly floated into the air and soared to a height of three zhang.

Even more strangely, it did not fall. Instead, it spun in mid-air, crossed several meters of street, and landed lightly on the opposite house.

Swish!
Hong Yuan darted out, his shadow flashing, and stood on a section of the beam that had not yet collapsed, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Song Yinglong opposite him.

After sheathing his spear, Hong Yuan did not pursue the enemy. Instead, he clapped his hands and exclaimed, "I never imagined that Brother Song was not only highly skilled in martial arts but also proficient in magic tricks. I truly admire him!"

(End of this chapter)