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Chapter 423 Blood Dragon Divine Art!

Although he has certain wisdom, he sometimes lacks patience and tends to act impulsively, which leads him into a passive situation in some situations. He eventually falls into Bing Yuan's trap and is betrayed and killed by Wanyan Long.

The image of Master Huangfu gradually became clearer in Li Xingyun's mind. It was a winter day outside the Great Wall, and the wind was biting and frigid, like sharp blades whistling through the air. Wanyan Long and Master Huangfu walked side by side, their steps firm and powerful, as if even the ice and snow could not stop them.

Behind them followed a group of conquered forces from beyond the Great Wall. Each of these men was burly, with ferocious features, exuding a fierce aura. Their sole goal was complete control of this land beyond the Great Wall and the subsequent seizure of the position of lord of Yulong Fort.

However, just when they thought the road ahead was smooth, an unexpected event struck. The Painted Skin Ghost and the Painted Bone Fairy of the Zong family appeared before them like ghosts, blocking their way.

The Painted Skin Ghost's face loomed in the cold wind, and his eerie laughter echoed across the empty snowy landscape, sending chills down one's spine. "Wanyan Long, today is the day you die!" His voice was sharp and piercing, as if it could pierce one's eardrums.

The Bone-Painting Immortal held a long whip, the tip of which carved deep marks into the snow, as if demonstrating his strength and determination. His eyes were cold and ruthless, staring intently at Wanyan Long, as if the slightest movement from him would instantly send the whip in his hand swooping down like a venomous snake.

Faced with this sudden change, Wanyan Long's expression changed slightly. He subconsciously tightened his grip on his weapon, and a tense atmosphere permeated around him. However, in stark contrast, Master Huangfu appeared remarkably calm. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, as if all this was within his expectations.

Master Huangfu gently patted Wanyan Long's shoulder, signaling him not to panic. Then, he slowly drew out his Zen staff. In his hand, the staff was like a tamed dragon, emitting a hint of chill.

The Painted Skin Ghost flashed like a ghost, instantly transforming into a dark shadow, rushing towards Master Huangfu at lightning speed. The speed was so fast, like a gust of wind and rain, catching people off guard.

Huangfu Shangren, however, remained as steady as a rock. His expression remained unwavering, and he held the staff in his hand horizontally, like an indestructible barrier, firmly blocking the Painted Skin Ghost's attack. There was a loud "bang," like a thunderclap. The immense force of the impact caused the Painted Skin Ghost to step back several steps, a hint of surprise on his face.

Seeing this, the Bone-Painting Immortal whipped out his long whip like a spirit snake emerging from a cave, drawing a strange arc in the air. The whip shadow quickly and swiftly wrapped around Master Huangfu. This whip was as fast as lightning and extremely fierce, as if it wanted to tightly wrap around Master Huangfu.

Master Huangfu snorted coldly, unfazed. He chanted something, unleashing his Blood Dragon Divine Art. In an instant, a blazing flame erupted from the staff in his hand, rising into the air like a fiery dragon, pouncing at the whip shadow with bared fangs and claws.

The flames met the whip shadow, making a crackling sound and sending sparks flying. The flames raged in the cold wind, burning fiercely, illuminating the entire snowy ground with a red glow, like a sea of ​​fire.

The Painted Skin Ghost and the Bone-Painting Immortal exchanged a glance, clearly surprised by Master Huangfu's strength. However, the two didn't retreat, instead deciding to join forces in their attack. Their figures flashed, one to the left, the other to the right, sprinting like meteors at a speed so fast it was dazzling.

Master Huangfu showed no fear. He swung the staff in his hand like a windmill, tightly protecting himself. The power of the Blood Dragon Divine Art was unleashed to its fullest in his hands, and every move and form contained endless power.

For a moment, the flashes of swords and the cries of killing shook the valley. The two sides fought back and forth, neither giving in, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.

As the battle dragged on, Master Huangfu's Blood Dragon Divine Art grew ever more powerful. Its blazing aura, like a scorching sun, instantly melted the surrounding snow. Under the powerful onslaught of energy, the once pristine white snow quickly turned muddy, even sending up billows of steam.

The Painted Skin Ghost and the Bone-Painting Immortal, who were confronting Master Huangfu, also felt unprecedented pressure. Their attacks were like scratching an itch for Master Huangfu, unable to cause any substantial damage. Moreover, each of Master Huangfu's attacks was accompanied by a fierce momentum, leaving them overwhelmed.

Under Master Huangfu's fierce attack, the Painted Skin Ghost and the Bone-Painting Immortal suffered more and more wounds, and blood continued to flow from their wounds, staining their clothes red. Despite this, they still gritted their teeth and persisted, refusing to give in easily.

However, Master Huangfu was far too powerful. Just as they were struggling to hold on, Master Huangfu suddenly shouted and slammed the staff in his hand to the ground. There was a loud "boom" and the ground seemed to tremble under the immense force.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful shockwave centered on Master Huangfu, sweeping outward like a violent hurricane. Wherever the shockwave passed, snow was lifted several feet high and trees were uprooted.

The Painted Skin Ghost and the Bone-Painting Immortal had no time to dodge before being slammed into by this powerful force. Their bodies were thrown far away like kites with broken strings, and then fell heavily to the snow, splashing a cloud of snowflakes.

When the smoke and dust cleared, only the Painted Skin Ghost and the Bone-Painting Immortal lay motionless on the snow, their lives or deaths unknown. Seeing this, Master Huangfu slowly put away his staff and breathed a long sigh of relief. Although his face was slightly fatigued, his eyes were filled with pride and satisfaction.

At this moment, Wanyan Long quickly stepped forward, bowed to Master Huangfu, and said, "Uncle, if you hadn't intervened today, we would have perished here!" Master Huangfu smiled faintly and said, "They are just minor figures, nothing to be afraid of. However, our goal is still far from being achieved, so we must not let our guard down. Let's keep moving forward!"

After saying this, Master Huangfu turned around and led everyone into the depths of the Great Wall, braving the cold wind.

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