Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 321 Group fight

"Oh? If this is what you rely on, you are underestimating me."

Looking at the dark shadows gradually gathering around him, Shen Yun answered calmly.

The corners of Shen Yun's mouth slightly raised, outlining a confident arc. There was no fear in his eyes, but instead a gleam of excitement. He just stood there quietly, his posture as straight as a pine tree, the long sword in his hand emitting a cold light, which complemented his imposing aura.

"Really? Then let me see how strong you are. Kill me."

The black shadow roared, and the sound exploded in the square like thunder. Following this order, the black shadows around rushed towards Shen Yun like arrows from a bow. They bared their teeth and claws, and roared. Some waved black mist like blades, while others directly stretched out their sharp claws, cutting through the air, bringing up a sharp whistling sound. For a moment, the entire space was filled with the attacks of the black shadows, as if a huge black death net was covering Shen Yun's head.

The black shadows attacked in groups, sweeping in from all directions like a surging black tide, instantly blocking Shen Yun's retreat. Their figures intertwined together, forming an airtight black curtain wall. The blood-red eyes flashed fiercely in the darkness, like little ghost lights under the night sky, emitting a chilling breath. They pounced on Shen Yun with their fangs and claws, and every move carried the threat of death, as if they wanted to completely crush Shen Yun in this endless darkness.

"The second of the Seven Qiankun Styles, Kunling Rotation!"

Following Shen Yun's light shout, his entire aura suddenly changed.

In the Dantian, lightning spiritual power quickly poured into the sword along the meridians throughout the body.

The long sword in his hand seemed to be given life, and the sword began to dance violently. The sword was flashing with strange light, like the spirit of the earth hovering. Every time it was swung, it was accompanied by a majestic and heavy aura, as if one could hear the low roar coming from deep in the earth.

The long sword was unpredictable, and streams of sword energy shot out from the sword, like flexible silk threads, interweaving and entwining around Shen Yun.

These sword energies quickly condensed and formed a series of defensive barriers. On the barriers, there were faint land-like textures, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, as if they were the embodiment of the power of the earth.

Each barrier was as solid as a rock. The attacks of the dark shadows could only splash up a cloud of black mist when they hit it, but they could not break through it at all.

"Seven Styles of Qiankun" was a gift from Huo Jingtian, so its power should not be underestimated.

This sword technique can not only defend, but also transform into counterattack power in an instant.

Shen Yun seized the opportunity, changed the sword's momentum, and swung out the first move, Qianyuan Dawn.

The sword energy barriers that were originally used for defense suddenly burst out with powerful force. They rushed towards the group of black shadows like giant dragons breaking out of the ground. Wherever the sword energy went, the black shadows were repelled one after another, and some were even directly torn into pieces by this powerful force, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated in the air.

Except for the leading shadow, the rest of the shadows were like beasts without intelligence, with only madness and the desire to kill in their eyes. These shadows were like puppets being driven, only knowing how to attack, not caring about their own losses at all.

They rushed towards Shen Yun like surging black waves, wave after wave, and each attack was full of determination. Their attacks were completely random, some directly hit Shen Yun's defense barrier with their bodies, and some wielded weapons condensed by dark power and slashed at Shen Yun fiercely.

Every attack was accompanied by the spread of black mist, which emitted a pungent smell of decay, as if the breath of death was spreading in the air.

For a moment, the group of black shadows fought Shen Yun on equal terms.

Although Shen Yun's Kunling rotating sword technique was exquisite and could form a solid defense and powerful counterattack, the number of black shadows was too large. They rushed towards Shen Yun one after another like a swarm of locusts.

Shen Yun's forehead gradually oozed fine beads of sweat, his eyes became more solemn, and the speed of swinging the long sword in his hand became faster and faster. Each sword energy accurately repelled the attack of the black shadows, but the black shadows seemed tireless and continued to charge endlessly.

But as time went on, the balance of victory gradually tilted towards Shen Yun.

Mastering the natural advantage of lightning power, Shen Yun gradually figured out the attack rhythm of the black shadow during the battle. His swordsmanship became more and more skillful, and every defense and counterattack became more handy.

Under his fierce sword moves, those shadows began to show obvious signs of decline. More and more shadows were hit by Shen Yun's sword energy, their bodies were torn into pieces, and the black smoke filled the air more and more densely.

The shadow at the head also obviously noticed this situation, and a trace of anger flashed in its scarlet eyes. It originally thought that it could rely on these shadows to wear Shen Yun to death, but it did not expect that the situation was gradually developing in a direction that was unfavorable to them. It roared, and the sound exploded in the sky above the square like thunder, shaking the surrounding air with layers of visible ripples.

After a roar, it also joined the battle. It moved, and rushed towards Shen Yun like a black lightning. Wherever it passed, the stone slabs on the ground were shattered, and the broken stones flew around like a cannonball.

To be honest, the leading black shadow was very strong. Shen Yun secretly estimated that the leading black shadow was at the peak of the ninth level of the foundation building realm. As soon as it joined the battle, Shen Yun felt a huge pressure. Every attack it made was powerful like a tidal wave. As its palms swung, the black mist was like a materialized blade, slashing towards Shen Yun fiercely. Those black blades cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if they were going to cut the space apart.

This level of cultivation, coupled with its strange and unpredictable repeated condensation, was enough to sweep the team exploring the secret realm. Whenever Shen Yun's sword energy hit it and shattered its body into black smoke, it could always recondense in an instant, and there seemed to be no sign of consumption. Its figure shuttled around Shen Yun like a ghost, making it hard to guard against.

Unfortunately, the person he met was Shen Yun, who had mastered the power of lightning. Shen Yun was not afraid of such a powerful enemy. His eyes became more determined, and the lightning power in his body surged like a turbulent river. The long sword in his hand shone brightly, and the power of lightning jumped and flickered on the sword, making a "sizzling" sound. Every time he swung the sword, it was accompanied by dazzling lightning. The lightning seemed to have spirituality and rushed towards the leading black shadow, as if to purify it completely. Shen Yun knew that this battle would be the most difficult challenge in his exploration journey, but he was confident that he could defeat this powerful opponent with his own strength and unique spiritual power.