271: Chapter 39 The Dream of the Box_3 271: Chapter 39 The Dream of the Box_3 Two explosions erupted at the same time!
Xie Xuanyi, as swift as the spring breeze over wild grasses, cut down the iron cavalry surrounding him.
At that moment, a premonition of danger surged within his Heart Lake.
His umbrella sheath and sword body crossed to block the attack, and the Nihility Arrow Qi, like a heavy hammer, smashed into his body, lifting him off his feet and sending him flying backward—
“Such immense strength?”
Xie Xuanyi felt a sweetness in his throat, almost spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
He incredulously turned his gaze toward the ancient general who had drawn the bow.
The power of this arrow…
definitely surpassed that of a Grotto Heaven!
Moreover, he could feel that this arrow contained a certain special rhythm, seemingly a very complete and powerful Dao intent.
But what was strange was,
he had not been attacked by the Dao intent.
“What kind of Dao intent is this?”
Another arrow was shot towards Chen Ke.
The Flying Sword’s golden light collided with the Nihility Arrow Qi, exploding into a dazzling and brilliant snow-white flare in the sky!
This time, in the clash, Xie Xuanyi’s Flying Sword emerged victorious!
The Chen Ke blade shattered the arrow Qi, but its momentum greatly diminished, and Xie Xuanyi quickly summoned it back with his Divine Thought!
The iron cavalry continued their assault.
Xie Xuanyi, now surrounded again, set his sights on the two ancient generals.
He sensed something amiss.
The Black Evil iron cavalry didn’t seem to possess as strong a “killing intent” towards him as he had imagined.
Especially after those two arrows just now.
The face of the Black Evil ancient general seemed to show a very disappointed expression.
After a glance at each other, they surprisingly pulled on the reins and turned their horses around to the opposite direction.
Are they preparing to leave?
Xie Xuanyi felt somewhat bewildered…
After calling back the Flying Sword Chen Ke, it hovered in front of him, shielding him.
The Black Evil iron cavalry that had charged him were instantly cut down by the Flying Sword, leaving debris and evil aura scattered everywhere, but this scene didn’t seem to catch the attention of the two ancient generals.
It was as if what was being slain were not their subordinates.
Just a gust of wind, a drop of water.
Something not worth caring about.
As the two generals turned around.
The onslaught of iron cavalry came rushing in swiftly and departed just as quickly.
All of this happened too abruptly, too unreasonably.
“These ‘specters’ have a clear will…”
Xie Xuanyi stared at the two ancient generals as they turned and left, suddenly understanding something.
The specter soldiers were of low level and numerous in number.
But it was different with the specter generals.
As beings who had already condensed Dao intent, they were leaders commanding their own divisions of iron cavalry!
They knew very well what they were hunting!
“They are executing the final battle of the Ancient Battlefield,” Xie Xuanyi murmured, furrowing his brows and following.
These specter generals weren’t interested in him…
What were they hunting?
The iron cavalry no longer charged at him.
Instead, they headed towards the distant Black Evil.
Oddly enough, although they were part of the Black Evil, where the iron cavalry charged, the Black Evil made way for them, opening up a grand Dao.
This place seemed to be shrouded by an ancient Formation.
And these specters were beings that the Formation inherently allowed to pass through.
Xie Xuanyi sheathed his Flying Sword and ceased his slaughter.
Silently, he followed at the end of the iron cavalry procession.
So he moved forward quietly for nearly two hours.
He heard the distant thundering in the sky.
It seemed that the iron cavalry had reached the center of the Ancient Battlefield.
Towering waves of energy were shaking the heavens.
Xie Xuanyi watched the distant scene in a daze.
Thousands upon thousands of iron cavalry, in an unending flow, launched wave after wave of charges into the central abyss.
The war had lasted for an unknown duration.
The vast number of Iron Cavalry here were like insignificant weeds.
In the very middle of the battlefield, nearly a hundred rays of brilliant sword golden light fell, forming a cage that sliced through the body of a majestic dragon.
The dragon raised its head and roared, furiously struggling to break the Sword Cage.
Its long tail swept across.
It was merely the power of its swing.
Yet, it turned the approaching Iron Cavalry instantly into dust!
Even the Black Evil ancient general who had mastered Dao was nothing but a slightly bigger ant in this war.
Xie Xuanyi saw hundreds of Iron Cavalry commanders drawing their bows and notching their arrows.
The dense volley of arrows soared into the sky and then fell like rain.
The dragon screamed and exhaled.
Every living being in the path of its breath turned to ash!
Was simply too impactful.
Xie Xuanyi looked on as the Iron Cavalry he was following, without looking back, charged on, veering towards the dragon trapped by the Sword Cage, not yet having the chance to shoot their arrows…
the next moment, the dragon breath swept low, engulfing them in a sea of fire.
The scorching, high temperature.
Even Xie Xuanyi, who was several miles away, could feel this terrifying scorch of breath.
He watched as the Iron Cavalry were incinerated in the fervent flames, completely obliterated.
The air itself was distorted.
Then, once again, the sound of hooves echoed from behind him.
Xie Xuanyi felt as if he had become the burnt air.
He turned his head to see a familiar scene unfolding again, as the Black Evil ancient general led his Iron Cavalry heedless of life and cost, charging at the rampaging dragon.
Played out exactly the same way.
Xie Xuanyi reached out his hand.
The moment the flames began to spit forth, he attempted to grasp the Black Evil ancient general, now awakened with “Spirit Wisdom,” with his Sword Qi and Divine Thought.
In the moment of contact, the general turned his head, gave him a cold glance as if he remembered nothing of what had happened before.
An explosive torrent of air burst forth.
Xie Xuanyi hadn’t managed to hold onto the general, but from the sea of flames, he pulled out an exquisitely engraved ancient black box.
He silently gazed at the ancient box.
Engraved on the box were twisted dragon bodies; at first glance, they seemed to be dragon patterns, but upon closer inspection, one would notice.
The dragon bodies were densely embedded with arrowheads.
This was a black box symbolizing the “hunt for Dragon Descendants.”
Xie Xuanyi took a deep breath.
He extended his palm, and amidst the endless sea of flames, slowly opened the black box.
The moment he opened the box.
It was as if he had activated a Silence Talisman.
And the sound of arrows falling from the sky.
In that instant, all disappeared.
Xie Xuanyi stood still, looking down.
Not far from him was the flying ash of the remnants of Qing Sun.
Surrounding him was a thick black fog.
Turns out, from beginning to end, he hadn’t stepped out at all.
It was as if everything just a moment ago had been an Illusion.
But a heavy sensation came from the palm of his hand.
The still-warm black box in his hand, and the narrow path of negative energy spreading out in front of him.
That everything that just happened was real.
(PS: At the end of the month, there will be just one update; I’m trying to write a bit more, around 6K words.
It’s not that I’m being lazy, I mainly want to take some time to properly revise this volume.
The issues with this volume, once revised, can make the subsequent plot even more compelling.
I hope everyone understands)