The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 639

Chapter 639: Chapter 635: Old Grudges and New Hatred Chapter 639: Chapter 635: Old Grudges and New Hatred A sudden emergence of black light appeared above the heads of Shen Luo and Lu Huaming, the figure of the young man suddenly flashed to their heads, his hands tightly clutching two black short swords, entwined with wisp of black phantom light, stabbing down at the two.

Shen Luo raised his palm, and a surge of green light propelled upwards, carrying a circular ink green shield into the sky, its surface imprinted with turtle shell cracks, and even blanketed with a layer of substantial green light akin to water ripples, planted above their heads.

With a clanging sound of metal against stone, both of the short swords were stopped by the green light on the shield.

“Be careful!” Lu Huaming saw this and suddenly warned.

Shen Luo immediately recalled the strange behavior of those two short swords, secretly exclaiming in his heart, sensing a bad situation.

Following that, two black sword lights suddenly pierced from under the ink armour shield, almost touching Shen Luo's arm, aiming directly at his shoulder and skull.

“Ha!”

At this moment, Lu Huaming suddenly roared, and a light converged in his palm, then slapped towards the above.

A palm print of fictitious light shot out, directly towards the inner side of the ink armour shield.

Shen Luo understood the situation and immediately moved with the force, and the two forces were exerted at the same time.

The ink armor shield, originally pressed down by huge force, suddenly turned from defense to offense and violently slammed upwards.

With a muffled bang!

The green light on the ink armor shield jolted wildly, directly knocking the young man flying away.

Seeing this, Lu Huaming flashed to the side, intending to continue his charge into the air, but the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, a white bone claw suddenly reached out, directly grabbing his ankle.

Seeing this, Shen Luo had no time to retract the ink armor shield, instead, he made a sword technique with his fingers, pointing down.

A sword light flashed in the air and skewered the ground nearly missing Lu Huaming's foot.

With a snap, the Ghost Claw stretching out from the ground was cut off by a sword.

But before Shen Luo had time to celebrate, a cold Yin wind suddenly came from behind him and a female figure clung onto him like a ghostly specter, holding a transparent white bone sword in her hand, and stabbed directly towards his back.

In this critical moment, a golden light suddenly lit up behind Shen Luo, a golden cone about half a foot long with a slight curvature appeared out of thin air. Spinning like a top, it fiercely stabbed towards the back.

The golden cone and the white bone sword collided against each other, and it turned out that neither of them could overcome each other, and they remained in a stalemate.

However, with this brief moment of respite, Shen Luo turned his body instantly, pinched his hand on a magic spell and was ready to push his palm outward.

But just as he was turning around, he saw the face of the person attacking him from behind, and his expression suddenly changed.

“Gu Hualing, it's you!” Shen Luo exclaimed.

He had never expected to encounter this person here, who had previously forced the Spring and Autumn Pavilion to destruction and pushed him and Bai Xiaotian into a desperate situation.

Gu Hualing heard Shen Luo call her name, her eyes flashed a touch of doubt, seemingly not recognizing the same-door junior in front of her.

However, a hint of hatred emerged in Shen Luo's eyes. The mana in his flatly pushed palm surged twice as much, causing the Dragon Horn Cone in front of him to tremble, shaking violently with the mana fluctuations.

With a raise of his hand, the golden short awl immediately shone with intense golden light.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

A series of piercing, whistling sounds rang out as over hundreds of golden awl shadows as thick as a child's arm shot out. Like a rainstorm, they surged violently towards Gu Hualing, almost filling the area in front of her.

Upon seeing this, Gu Hualing pushed her white bone longsword forward with one hand, using the rebound force to retreat backward, while the other hand was rapidly forming spells in front of her. The bone wings on her back instantly grew several times larger, wrapping around her entire body.

The golden awl shadows closed in instantly, raining down on the bone wings like a storm, creating a series of urgent explosions and sparks of golden light.

A blurry white light covered the bone wings, trembling intensely under the continuous attack of the golden awl shadows, visibly becoming fainter at an alarming rate.

Observing this, Shen Luo took a step forward, abruptly waved his palm, and the hovering Dragon Horn Cone in front of him suddenly surged in brilliance and shot forward like an arrow.

Already continuously being pushed back by the golden awl shadows, Gu Hualing wanted to find a way to escape but suddenly felt a terrifying fluctuation coming from the front. Alarmed, she quickly took out a white jade seal and crushed it on the spot with a “snap”.

As the jade seal shattered, a layer of milky white light flowed out and quickly covered her bone wings.

Her bone wings suddenly surged in brilliance, and an array-like pattern formed on their surface.

The moment the pattern emerged, the golden short awl had already launched its assault, directly hitting the intersection of her overlapping wings.

A loud “boom” followed by an explosion sounded.

A potent and piercing thrust emanated from the tip of the Dragon Horn Cone, pulling a series of twisted light marks in the void. Meanwhile, the array on Gu Hualing's wings also erupted with dazzling light – both forces violently clashed.

But this stalemate only lasted for a few moments and ended with another resounding explosion.

The golden light pillar that burst from the tip of the Dragon Horn Cone shattered the milky-white Array at once, directly piercing through Gu Hualing's wings, and blasted a massive bloody hole near her right collarbone.

Gu Hualing let out a miserable scream with a look of disbelief in her eyes, and was blown backwards.

Seeing the bloody hole in her chest, Shen Luo couldn't help but quietly sigh, “It's still not enough. If I could thoroughly refine it, she would be a dead person by now.”

This Dragon Horn Cone, a magical artifact, had a total of eighteen prohibitions. With his current cultivation level, he could only refine up to the first sixteen, which was the upper limit for a top-grade magical artifact.

Shen Luo sneered and took a step forward to continue his pursuit.

Suddenly, a residual image appeared in the void. The young man who was just repelled by the Ink Armor Shield charged forward again, seemingly trying to obstruct Shen Luo's path in order to buy some time for Gu Hualing.

However, seeing his opponent right before his eyes, Shen Luo's eyes turned red with fury. Upon seeing the young man blocking his path, he became enraged.

“Out of my way!” He shouted angrily, waving his hand at the same time.

The light on the Dragon Horn Cone surged again, and over hundreds of golden awl shadows splayed out once more, all aimed at the young man.

The young man swiftly cast a short sword in his hand and recited a few spells hurriedly with one hand. The short sword flashed with dark light and suddenly scattered into numerous dense black sword lights, clashing with the golden awl shadows.

Violent collisions and explosions occurred in front of Shen Luo, as the sword lights and awl shadows clashed intensely. Large portions of sword shadows shattered, while many golden awl shadows were worn away.