Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

Chapter 330: Heavy Damage to Huang Long

Under this series of attacks, the originally vibrant Crystal Mountain was instantly blown into a barren white land, full of devastation and a horrible sight.

Huang Long did not dare to slack off at all. He knew very well how powerful and strange Zi Yu was. Therefore, after releasing all the light balls, he still did not dare to land on the ground. Instead, he floated quietly in the sky like a golden statue, vigilantly observing the direction in which Zi Yu disappeared.

His heart was filled with tension and anxiety, not knowing when and where Zi Yu would appear again, and how he would launch a counterattack. This battle had already entered the most intense and fierce critical moment, and both sides were waiting for the other side to reveal a flaw and give a fatal blow.

Under the sky that was swept by the fighting, the diffuse smoke and dust soon disappeared again as if quickly wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving only an endless expanse of white land, as if a huge canvas had been roughly wiped, leaving only emptiness and loneliness.

Huang Long's eyes were fixed on the front, trying to penetrate the remaining mist and find Zi Yu's trace. However, within his field of vision, there was only a wasteland, and Zi Yu's figure was hidden in this vastness, and there was no trace of it. Huang Long's heart suddenly tightened, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart like a tide. His body tensed up instantly, and he subconsciously wanted to use defensive techniques. He raised his arms slightly, and the aura around him began to flow rapidly, trying to build a solid barrier before the danger came.

However, everything happened in an instant, as if time was maliciously compressed at this moment. Zi Yu was wearing the Burning God Tyrant Body, which was faintly emitting a faint light, as if ancient runes were moving, mysterious and powerful.

In his hand, he held the Sword of the God of Death tightly, and the sword trembled slightly, as if it sensed the killing intent that was about to burst out. This man and his sword were like a flash of lightning that cut through the void, and in an instant they were close to Huang Long. The oppressive feeling that came over him almost suffocated Huang Long.

Huang Long's mind flashed with the idea of ​​running away, and his feet unconsciously wanted to exert force, trying to distance himself from Zi Yu. But he knew in his heart that this was just a futile move. At this critical moment, Zi Yu swung the Sword of the God of Death, and the sword instantly ignited with a flame of deep purple and golden red. The flame jumped and danced, like a devil's carnival.

Endless soul power and powerful Qi refining entangled and swirled on the sword, and the strong killing intent spread like a substance, which was frightening. With a "scratching" sound that cut through the air, the sword blade accurately cut through Huang Long's body, like a hot blade cutting through butter, and penetrated his chest without any hindrance.

Huang Long's eyes widened instantly, full of shock and disbelief. He watched Zi Yu slowly pierce his heart with the sword, and then pierce it out from his back. The cold touch seemed like a call from hell. Zi Yu had no expression on his face, and his voice was low and cold: "You have seen my strongest attack, this move is one of my killer moves, the sword of all kills!"

Huang Long's body began to tremble violently, and the pain was like a raging wave that drowned him, but a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He suddenly looked up to the sky and roared: "Ah!" The lightning power in his body was like a surging river, madly converging towards his body.

For a moment, his body was enveloped by dazzling lightning, the light was so blinding that it was impossible to look directly at it. Then, he suddenly released all the divine power that had gathered in his body. The powerful impact was like an exploding star, instantly shaking out the God-killing Sword, and Zi Yu was also shaken back by this force.

Zi Yu landed steadily, and Huang Long's blood slowly flowed on the Sword of the God of Death in his hand, but was greedily absorbed by the sword in an instant. Zi Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and secretly sighed in his heart: "As expected of an ancient dragon, it has such a strong counterattack after suffering such a heavy blow." Huang Long held the blasting gun tightly in his left hand, and the arc on the gun body flashed, as if responding to the anger of its master.

He covered his chest with his right hand, blood oozing out from between his fingers. His eyes revealed a complex expression, with pain, unwillingness, and more of amazement at the person in front of him. He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and weak: "So that's how it is. The first light ball thunder exploded and stirred up smoke and dust, but because of the terrifying defense of your armor, it did not cause any damage."

Zi Yu looked indifferent and replied calmly: "You guessed it right." Huang Long continued: "After that, you left the explosion range at a very fast speed, hid yourself, and waited for the fatal blow."

Zi Yu nodded slightly and said calmly: "That's right, and just as I expected, even if it is one of my killer moves, it is difficult to kill you with one strike when you are on high alert."

Huang Long endured the severe pain and used his spiritual power to the best of his ability, barely stopping the blood that kept pouring out of his chest. He slowly loosened his hand that was covering his chest, and the palm that was originally stained with blood now looked particularly dazzling under the sunlight.

He took a deep breath and held the blasting gun tightly with both hands. The blasting gun seemed to sense the master's determination to fight. The arc on the gun body jumped more and more violently, making a "crackling" sound, as if cheering for the upcoming final fight. Huang Long looked at Zi Yu with a sharp gaze. Although his voice was a little hoarse due to the pain, it revealed an unquestionable firmness: "The next move will decide the winner!"

Zi Yu nodded slightly, with no fear on his face. He also held the Sword of the God of Death tightly with both hands. The lines on the hilt pressed against his palm, making him more calm. His eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and he responded, "That's exactly what I meant."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Long flapped his wings and flew high into the sky, his figure bringing with it a whistling sound of wind. He continuously gathered the last of his strength into the Explosive Thunder Gun, chanting something in his mouth while performing the extremely powerful move: "Ten times the thunder and lightning, thunder explosion!"

A ball of light slowly condensed between Huang Long's hands. At first, the ball of light was only a few feet in size, emitting a faint lightning light, like a star that had just lit up in the night sky, and was inconspicuous. However, as Huang Long's divine power continued to flow into it like a river, the ball of light expanded rapidly like a balloon being blown up, and soon reached a size of a hundred feet. The bright lightning light had become extremely strong, illuminating the surrounding sky with a pale white, as if day had arrived early.

But this is not the end, the light ball is still madly absorbing power and growing stronger again. In a flash, it has become a thousand feet in size, like a thundering sun hanging in the sky, releasing a terrifying pressure, and even the surrounding air is squeezed by this powerful force and makes a "sizzling" sound.