Long River Eternity

When Bo Yan saw the sneer on Yang An's face, his heart tightened and he instantly understood Yang An's sarcasm.

He frowned slightly and said coldly to Lu Jun and the others, "Do you think I can't beat him? Go help someone else!"

Lu Jun was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and hurriedly explained: "No, no, of course we trust Big Brother! Let's go now!"

Before they finished speaking, they disappeared like lightning and quickly joined the battle with other Golden Crows.

With the addition of Lu Jun and the other two, the slight advantage that Ye Tingxue and his group had worked so hard to build up collapsed in an instant, and they were severely suppressed by the Golden Crows.

Seeing Lu Jun and the others leave, Yang An felt anxious.

He didn't expect that Bo Zheng was so sharp that he could see through his thoughts and was so determined to defeat him alone.

At this moment, he was filled with regret, but it was too late to stop Lu Jun and the others, because Bo Lu was already swooping down on him like a beast.

"Yang An, none of you will leave here alive today!" Bo Yan roared, his voice as shocking as thunder. Then he transformed into huge wings that covered the sky and the sun. Scorching flames burned on the wings, like a burning giant blade, slashing towards Yang An fiercely.

After years of high-temperature smelting, the feathers of the Golden Crow are harder than many rare metals and are completely inferior to any magical weapon.

Facing Yang An who had broken through to the Domination Realm, Bo Yan gave it his all. Wherever his wings passed, the scorching flames distorted the surrounding space, and then the space collapsed inch by inch, forming a deep black ravine that seemed to swallow everything.

Yang An condensed the chaotic energy on the Chaos Spear. With a low shout, a huge spear shadow appeared in front of him, like a giant beast in the darkness.

Then he suddenly thrust forward, and where the gun shadow passed, the space was instantly torn apart, as if leaving a black wound in the air.

"boom!"

A deafening roar echoed throughout Qingqiu like thunder. The spear tip and the blade collided fiercely, and flames and chaotic energy flew everywhere, as if the heaven and earth were trembling because of this duel.

At the moment the sword and gun collided, the space was torn and collapsed, forming a huge black hole.

After the sword and gun were deadlocked in the air for a moment, they suddenly exploded, and the deafening roar echoed in all directions.

The violent flames and chaotic energy were swallowed up by the suction of the black hole at the moment of the explosion, and it seemed that even the air was trembling.

As the torrent of energy was sucked in, the black hole vanished instantly, but the concentrated power did not dissipate. At the moment the black hole vanished, an even more violent energy suddenly exploded, rushing towards it like a raging wave.

The shockwave roared like a violent gale, sweeping across Qingqiu. Everyone in the battle felt the onslaught of this force, trying their best to maintain their territory and barely protect themselves.

After the explosion, the mountainous terrain of Qingqiu had been transformed into a huge basin, and the original land was covered by desert, with no grass growing. The scene before them shocked everyone, and they couldn't help but sigh at the strength of Yang An and Bo Yan.

Bo Lang was suspended in the center of the basin, and was unharmed in the face of such a violent explosion.

His expression was solemn, and he was alert to the movements around him. Because at this moment, there was nothing in front of him, and Yang An's figure had long disappeared. He couldn't believe that such a huge explosion would take Yang An's life.

Sure enough, a slight sound of breaking air reached his ears. Before he could react, a piercing murderous intent attacked him from behind, like an icy cone.

Instantly, a spear pierced Bo's chest, yet not a single drop of blood oozed from the wound. Bo's figure slowly faded in the air, eventually vanishing into thin air.

It was actually an afterimage! Yang An was shocked and realized that he had fallen into a trap, but it was too late.

Bo Yan's true form instantly appeared behind Yang An and said coldly, "What a trifle!"

Then, his palm knife with blazing flames suddenly slashed down, hitting Yang An directly and splitting him in two in an instant.

However, the touch from Bo Yan's hand startled him. What he saw before him was actually Yang An's afterimage. Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his waist. His armor bought him precious time to dodge.

Bo Yan used the momentum to rush forward, but was still knocked to the ground by the powerful force and crashed heavily into the desert below.

"I'll say the same thing to you." Yang An said calmly while looking at Bo Lang below in the air.

Bo Yan stood up with difficulty, his eyes fixed on the bright red plum blossom on the armor at his waist. His heart was burning with anger, and flames seemed to be spewing from his pupils.

He had only been injured twice in his life. The first time was ten years ago when he was injured by Chi You, who even drained away a ray of his true solar fire, causing his cultivation to regress. If that hadn't happened, how could he have suffered a second injury today?

After Nüba absorbed the true fire of the sun, she was seriously injured during her first training and fell into a coma for five years.

For the next five years, the true solar fire in his body had been suppressed for fear of it getting out of control again, so he never released it. He only used this power to practice, or used the characteristics of the true fire to resist some fire-based spells, like the attack of the Golden Crow this time.

Now, with Fuxi's Fire-Suppressing Pearl, even though Bo Yan was at such a close distance, he could not feel the breath of the sun's true fire in Nüba's body at all.

Therefore, he still doesn't know where the ray of solar fire that was taken away from him went.

Thinking of this, Bo Yan's rage grew even stronger. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Damn Chi You! Damn Yang An! Damn humans!" A long sword made of his own feathers condensed in his hand, soared into the sky, and pounced on Yang An.

The earth-shattering blow just now consumed most of the spiritual power in the bodies of both of them. At this moment, both sides tacitly began to fight between their bodies and weapons.

In the sky, the sound of swords and guns clashing was as deafening as thunder, shaking every inch of the air.

Every collision could slightly tear the space apart, and the two turned into two afterimages, sometimes fighting in the sky, and sometimes rushing to the earth. The entire Qingqiu land became devastated and in a mess under their fierce confrontation.

The golden-feathered long sword in Bo Yan's hand gradually lost to Yang An's innate chaos spear after countless clashes, and finally shattered into pieces after tens of thousands of collisions.

Yang An took advantage of the situation and stabbed out with a spear, blood splattering everywhere, leaving another bloody hole on Bo's chest. Fortunately, Bo's reaction was quick and he retreated quickly, otherwise the spear would have pierced his heart and killed him instantly.

Endless frustration surged into Bo Yan's heart like a tide. This failure from the same realm made him feel more humiliated than the last time he was severely hit by Chi You.

He raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice echoing in the air. He transformed into a golden crow that covered the sky and the sun, and proudly appeared in front of Yang An: "Don't get carried away and think you have won. Look at your companions. They may not be able to hold on until you can save them."

Yang An was stunned upon hearing this, and immediately turned to look at Ye Tingxue and her group. By this time, the six of them had formed a circle again, desperately trying to fend off the six Golden Crows' repeated attacks. Several of them were covered in wounds, their clothes torn and tattered, revealing their charred skin, a heartbreaking sight.

Hao Fei's Qiankun Bag and Nüba's Fire-Suppressing Beads were the key to their continued resistance, but Hao Fei's face was crimson, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He was clearly nearing his limit and could no longer withstand further attacks. Nüba's Fire-Suppressing Beads were covered in shallow cracks and threatened to collapse at any moment.

Ye Tingxue's attributes and magical weapons were restrained by the Golden Crow, significantly reducing her strength. Shi Gang, despite his formidable physique, could only protect himself, unable to care for others. Yang Nian and Qin Hanming, limited by their realms, were unable to even protect themselves.

The battle situation had reached its most critical moment. Yang An was about to rush to support, but Bo Yan stood in front of him like a mountain, with a look of mockery and provocation in his eyes.