Fengyunlu

Lei Gang cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" The Guhuo Knife's attack approached silently, leaving him completely bewildered. Not long ago, Xia Tianchang had been secretly gloating, seemingly having achieved success with some treasure, but Lei Gang had already exhausted his true energy, so what good could that treasure do?

Lei Gong suddenly appeared beside Lei Gang. He gently patted Lei Gang's shoulder, tapped the back of his head, and then waved his hand, summoning a bolt of lightning that injected into Lei Gang's Tianling Baihui acupoint. Then, he scooped Lei Gang upside down, pinched two fingers between his eyebrows, and, gathering his true energy, slowly pulled it outward, as if pulling something from Lei Gang's body. Xia Tianchang's face darkened upon seeing this. He was about to step forward to interrupt, but Lei Gong had already prepared himself. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a bolt of purple divine lightning, transforming into a thunder dragon and charging straight towards Xia Tianchang.

Xia Tianchang had no choice but to fight, only to be met with a violent explosion from the Thunder Dragon. With a resounding boom, the might of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder blasted him back, and the aftermath also repelled the members of the Chunming Pavilion who attempted to advance. By then, the Thunder Power had already drawn a faint halo from Lei Gang's brow, shaped like a flying knife and a shining blade, the legendary Soul-Devouring Guhuo.

Drops of blood oozed from Lei Gang's forehead, trickling down his cheeks and striking the rocks beneath him, creating shallow dents. This was the inherent power of his divine palace, imbued with the power of the divine foundation. Lei Gang felt excruciating pain, not only within his divine palace but also within his primordial spirit. If Lei Gong had been a step later, the flying knife would have pierced his primordial spirit, severing his primordial spirit and devouring his soul. Lei Gang would have been powerless to resist, and even the reappearance of immortals and gods would have been unable to save his life.

Fortunately, Lei Gong's skillful tactics enabled him to arrive in time and protect him, thus avoiding a fatal blow. After all, the mystical nature of the primordial spirit is inherently fragile and vulnerable to external forces. After a while, Lei Gang finally recovered, groaning in pain. Reassured, Lei Gong said, "This will teach you a lesson."

As he spoke, he trembled his hand, and the light pinched between his fingers gradually faded, revealing a small, three-inch-long flying knife, clad entirely in red gold. Blood stained the knife, and it instantly absorbed the object. Then, a flash of red light flashed across the knife, as if excitedly seeking something again. After seeking for a while, seeing no results, and as if sensing nothing to devour nearby, and instead realizing that the person it touched seemed to possess nourishment, it trembled in Lei Gong's hand, attempting to penetrate his body.

Lei Gong frowned, and a flash of lightning instantly sank into his hand. The flying knife seemed to struggle, trembling several times, trying to break free. Lei Gong refused to give in. He turned it over and tapped it with his fingers, leaving a few black spots on the blade. The flying knife seemed afraid and stopped struggling, staying motionless in Lei Gong's hand.

Xia Tianchang's eyes were bulging with anger. His treasure had been snatched away, and he was about to step forward to reclaim it. He swung his body, unsheathed a three-foot-long sword, and pointed it directly at Lei Gong, shouting, "Give me back my treasure." Lei Gong didn't even wait for him to turn his head, and the recovered Lei Gang rushed forward again, saying, "I didn't enjoy the fight just now, so let's do it again."

"Okay, then I'll kill you first." As soon as the words fell, the sound of a sword rang out. Xia Tianchang raised the green sword in his hand diagonally, and a gust of wind blew over, making Lei Gang squint.

Lei Gang flicked his sleeves, sending the gusts of wind aside. He then charged forward, transforming into lightning, his own body flashing with lightning, engaging Xia Tian in a long battle. The two men exchanged blows, swaying back and forth, their true essence surging as they completely soared through the heavens, their swords flashing and thunder roaring. The fight grew faster and more intense, until, indistinguishable from one another, they transformed into two streaks of residual light that pierced the top of Leiming Mountain, illuminating the pool of thunder with shimmering blue and green.

The remaining people, seeing the two of them tied for the win, also considered taking action. But then Chunming Pavilion raised his hand and waved, raising the several-foot-long golden seal once again. This time, he didn't strike at the Thunder Power, but instead aimed it at the Immortal Absolute Formation. However, while his idea was brilliant, it was completely ineffective.

While the golden seal's power was terrifying, it was like a child's toy within the Immortal Absolute Formation. Lei Teng shifted slightly, waved his hand, and a beam of light erupted from the formation, striking the golden seal and sending it careening away. Chunming Pavilion immediately withdrew the seal, unconcerned by its lack of effect. It was merely a test; if it worked, that would be best. If not, counterattacking with Lei Gong was a priority.

He was about to move, but then he heard Qiu Lingjin's voice: "Don't worry, big brother, let's attack together." Chunmingge nodded immediately: "Alright, the thunder power is not something that one person can defeat. You and I have practiced for a hundred years just to deal with him. Now let's join forces to kill him."

With that, he struck first. The golden seal transformed once more, smashing forward. Then, with a flicker, a precious sword materialized in his hand. The tip trembled a few times, and a vast curtain of light flowed like a stream, flowing along the earth and rocks toward the thunder power. Then, he swung the sword once more, and a howling black wind suddenly blew down from the sky across the pool of thunder. The wind carried a fishy smell, and it was unknown what secrets it held. Without another word, Qiu Lingjin grasped the three-foot-long, blue-bladed sword. The sword's light shone, and a chilling aura filled the air, as if it could dispel the surrounding desolation and fallen leaves.

Lei Gong smiled and whispered, "The changing of seasons isn't as simple as you think." As he finished speaking, he vanished in a flash. After ascending into the air, he continued, "Old Master Luo once commented on the four of you, saying you've wasted your time, not understanding the passage of time. In reality, the Great Dao flows like a stream, and how can it be summarized by the changing of seasons?"

Thunder rumbled, seemingly close at hand, yet distant and distant, never arriving. A gust of wind blew, and it seemed as if a large pocket within the purple clouds blew out an endless breeze, bringing a feeling of immense comfort. Raindrops began to fall, followed by a torrential downpour. A heavy downpour poured down from the top of Thunder Mountain, but the rain was mingled with the roar of divine thunder, and each drop of rain shimmered with a faint purple light.

Storm, thunder and lightning! !

"The seasons are unpredictable, and Hall Master Lei seems to have a deep understanding of their changing nature!" Dongmie Dongxuegui finally spoke, having remained silent until then. He crossed his arms over his chest, forming a strange mark. His figure gradually turned pale, fading, and finally dissolving into a vast expanse of white, drifting away like snowflakes and vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Back then, the four of us brothers were defeated by Master Lei. After the snow fell from the sky, I realized this method. Master Lei, be careful!" Dong Xuegui's voice echoed from all directions, reverberating throughout Thundering Mountain, as if he were everywhere. The voice gradually faded, and Thundering Mountain was now a vast expanse of white. Heavy snow fell, and thick fog filled the air. Wherever the snowflakes landed, they were as sharp as divine weapons.

Ugh! Ah! Muffled groans and screams echoed from all directions on Thundering Mountain. Besides the injured Thunderbolt Hall disciples within the Immortal Absolute Formation, the dozen or so hundred-foot-long Thunder Dragons were shattered by the snow. Dozens of Thunderbolt Hall disciples fell, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths. Thunder power transformed into rain, and Dong Xuegui slaughtered in the snow. Disciples on both sides suffered injuries, though the extent varied.

It turned out that Chunming Pavilion and Qiu Lingjin's rumors were meant to build momentum for Dong Xuegui, drawing Lei Gong's attention and dispersing the snowflakes to aid him. However, they underestimated Lei Gong. Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning had already penetrated the snowflakes, enveloping the entire arena. The Thunderbolt Hall disciples recovered instantly, while the enemy suffered heavy losses.

This, adding to the previous damage, left the Beichen Palace disciples and the remaining members of the Poor Clan struggling to hold on. As the Pili Hall clamored forward, they were about to be slaughtered when the thunder of the mountain protection formation enveloped them all. "This is it," a whispered voice emanated, and a beam of black light pierced the thunder pool. It was Mo Qiuyin who had finally taken action.

He had been motionless, using his divine sense to survey the Thunder Pond, seemingly searching for something. Now, having finally found it, he rushed in recklessly. "I knew you were targeting this place." Lei Gong seemed to have anticipated this. With a flash of lightning, he turned and rushed towards the Thunder Pond, simultaneously controlling the torrential rain, which froze around Thunder Mountain. The flashing lightning made anyone afraid to act rashly. However, before Lei Gong could even enter the Thunder Pond, he was forced back by a sword flash and was forced to retreat.

It turned out that the slovenly man had also taken action at this moment, swinging his sword again, sweeping away the rain and snow from Thunder Mountain, interrupting everything. Several people from Chunming Pavilion were shocked back, and Dong Xuegui appeared, with the three brothers standing aside. This time, without the participation of the summer leader, the slovenly man's sword power alone was enough to break the Four Seasons Transformation's weakness, and the external force was easily interrupted.

At this moment, the strong winds stilled, the snow ceased drifting. The three brothers looked at each other, each a little dissatisfied, but with other plans at hand, they could not discuss further. Elsewhere, the battle between Lei Gang and Xia Tianchang was still undecided when two great beams of light in the sky were suddenly confronted by a sharp sword energy. The two men were forced to take shelter temporarily, but they retreated at the right time and returned to their respective camps.

"Hey, Master Lei, you can't just run around now." The sloppy guy said softly in a calm tone. Although his voice was not loud, his firmness made people know that there was no room for negotiation.

Lei Gong's face suddenly became serious. He found that this guy attacked twice with an irresistible domineering aura, but the strange thing was that he didn't have any aura at all. He was just like an ordinary person, making it impossible to figure out his background.

But Lei Gong was no pushover. After being injured by this guy last time, he had almost guessed his identity. This person must have been a survivor of the Sword Hidden Sect from three hundred years ago. Otherwise, that sword technique, the authentic Tibetan sword technique, was something Lei Gong felt few could possess, save for his old friend Feng Wanlin. He could even comprehend even a tiny bit of the remnant sword spirit found in the Sword Hidden Sect ruins.

Although he had guessed the man's identity, Lei Gong was still a little confused. Not everyone could master the art of the Hidden Sword. As the leading sect of the righteous path, the disciples who practiced this art were all renowned masters. Lei Gong had just begun his journey into the Dao, and despite meeting many masters, he still couldn't pinpoint the man before him. He couldn't even find a single resemblance to him in appearance.

"Your Excellency is truly an extraordinary person. I, Lei Gong, admire you very much. But I cannot allow you to tell me what to do in my Thunder Mountain." As Lei Gong spoke, a dazzling light emanated from his body, and the dark blue light became brighter and brighter.

Before long, the light was so bright that people could not open their eyes. They could only see Lei Gong becoming increasingly blurry in the light, as if his figure was connected with the sky and earth, with one end plunging into the thunder pool and the other end hanging on the scarlet purple cloud.

"Looking without using the sword, turning a blind eye, even if you are the only one who survived among the three swords of heaven, earth and man, now you can only stare blankly." The light column slowly condensed, bathed in the thunder power. Although his words were calm, they carried a chill that made it impossible to refute.

The sloppy man didn't seem surprised by this, as if he had expected Lei Gong to do this. His eyelids drooped slightly and he didn't move again.

However, the group of people behind him were all stunned. The people from Chunming Pavilion gasped, Xia Tianchang and Qiu Lingjin looked at each other, Dong Xuegui who appeared again also shook his head and sighed, even Xue Ya and others beside Ali were stunned there, unable to recover for a while.

Only Zhuang Mo remained calm, stealing glances at the sloppy man from time to time, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if he had a guess in his mind, but was not sure whether it was correct.

The reason these people were so shocked was because the Thunder Technique was truly indestructible. The beam of light seemed random, but the artistic conception within it seemed to have surpassed the Saint level. The faint aura it exuded clearly represented a realm above Primordial Chaos. Such a realm would undoubtedly hold a place of honor even in an era of great Dao struggles and immortals competing for supremacy.

Therefore, these so-called Xuanmen masters, even if they were unwilling in their hearts, had to bow their heads temporarily. Just as Lei Gong said, even if the three swords of Jianyinmen, heaven, earth and man, were gathered together, facing Lei Gong's current momentum, they could only watch from the side.

However, his Thunder Power was still at the Primordial Stage, and hadn't yet surpassed the Saint Stage. Although it was unknown how he had achieved this, judging by his abilities, it seemed he could only perform within the Thunder Pool, unable to step outside of it, let alone harm others.

"The Ninth Heaven is your limit. If Hall Master Lei attempts to break through by force, the consequences will be disastrous." The sloppy man spoke lightly. Although he had remained silent, he couldn't help but give a reminder in the end, and there seemed to be a hint of eagerness in his words.

Lei Gong stood in the beam of light, his aura as powerful as a rainbow, but he did not take any action for a long time, as if he was waiting for something.

As soon as the slovenly man finished speaking, Lei Gong nodded, then shook his head. He asked calmly, "Since you have joined the enemy forces, then the Sword Hidden Sect was definitely not yours, right?"

The sloppy man's eyes suddenly tightened, as if he had been touched in a painful spot. The aura around him began to become a little unstable, and suddenly burst out, actually shocking the people behind him back a few steps.

The people at Chunming Pavilion were once again shocked. They looked the slovenly man up and down, muttering to themselves, "From the moment we first arrived, we knew this guy was unfathomable. I'm afraid even everyone present combined would not be his match." They hadn't expected him to be so strong. A single unintentional burst of aura was so overwhelming. If a fight really came, even if everyone joined forces, they wouldn't be able to withstand his blows.

But how could someone like him join a poor family? From what Lei Gong had said, he seemed to be from the Jianyin Sect, a master among its ranks back then. It was unbelievable that such a person would be willing to serve the enemy. Yet, he was here now, and while he didn't seem to be using his full strength, his mere presence was enough to make everyone present feel uneasy.