231: Chapter 231 Clash of Immortal Weapons, Spear Shatters, Sword Cries!

The gun body was jet-black, as if tempered by endless ages, its surface entwined with terrifying Dragon patterns.

Every time a Dragon pattern lit up, it brought forth a piercing low hum, like the tremors of a Vicious Beast roaring.

Once this gun appeared, the surrounding, already dilapidated Laws of the world were suppressed until they bent inch by inch.

Wang Hong's expression changed drastically, and he retreated several steps.

"Saint, be careful! That is his life-bound Immortal Artifact!"

Xu Chen almost dropped the ancient desolate hall he was holding.

"This guy was still hiding such a move?"

Chu Wanqing's grip on the imperial zither tightened slightly, and her brow furrowed.

She could feel that this gun was not simple.

Lin Yi's gaze fell on the gun, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Destruction Dragon Gun."

Aotian sneered and placed his palm on the shaft of the gun.

"I suppose you have some discernment."

"This gun is my clan's Legacy Immortal Artifact. It has accompanied me through several Reincarnations, drunk the blood of Prodigies, and swallowed the souls of quasi-emperors."

"You can be proud that you forced me to use it."

As he said this, the gun body shook violently.

Hum!

A vibrating sound.

The Destruction Dragon Gun pointed forward, and the black clouds above the entire Ancient Realm were torn open by a rift.

Beneath that rift, destructive Dragon Qi transformed into streaks of black lightning, flowing crazily along the tip of the gun.

Lin Yi did not retreat; instead, he took a step forward.

"Too much nonsense."

Aotian's expression sank on the spot.

He tapped his foot, and his entire figure merged instantly with the long gun.

Dragon and gun became one.

A streak of black lightning suddenly elongated in the Void Realm.

Carrying a sharp whistling sound that pierced the Divine Soul, it headed straight for Lin Yi's brow.

This strike was too fast.

It was so fast that Xu Chen couldn't even call out in time.

Xu Chen only had time to shrink his head and shout loudly.

"Big Brother, be careful! This gun is fierce!"

Lin Yi's eyes turned cold; he did not retreat, nor did he dodge.

The god-slaying sword unsheathed suddenly.

In an instant, black light soared to the heavens.

That light was not the brightness of ordinary sword light, but carried a chilling coldness specifically for severing Divine Souls.

Primordial Qi churned under Lin Yi's feet, and the Hongmeng Vision behind him erupted.

Stars hung in the air, and Dragon shadows circled.

The supreme Sword Intent of the Grass Sword Art slowly lit up within it.

He raised his eyes and spoke coldly.

"Comparing weapons?"

"You are still far behind."

Before the words faded, the god-slaying sword had already slashed towards the Destruction Dragon Gun.

Boom!

Sword and gun collided fiercely in mid-air.

At that moment, the entire battlefield went silent for an instant.

Immediately after, the world was like shattered glass, exploding with a visible shockwave.

The surrounding mountains collapsed in unison, and the ground was torn open with countless deep marks.

Wang Hong and the others were shaken, their blood and Qi surging; they hurriedly joined forces to erect a defensive light screen, barely stabilizing themselves.

Xu Chen stood at the back, his eyes wide open.

"This commotion is too outrageous."

"Why do I feel like the entire Ancient Realm is going to be dismantled by them?"

Chu Wanqing did not reply.

She stared fixedly at the center of the collision, her heart beating rapidly.

She could see that Lin Yi's Sword Intent did not retreat in the slightest.

Instead, at the moment it hit the Destruction Dragon Gun, it seemed to find the sharpest opening and drilled directly inside.

The Destruction Dragon Gun shook violently.

The tip of the gun emitted a piercing, mournful cry.

Crack!

A clear crack appeared on the very tip of the gun.

Aotian's pupils shrank suddenly.

He looked down at that crack, his entire body stiffening for a moment.

Impossible.

This gun had accompanied him through several lives, drinking countless blood, and had never suffered any damage.

How could it crack under this one sword strike?

There was not a ripple in the depths of Lin Yi's eyes.

He flipped his wrist, and the momentum of the god-slaying sword rose again.

The Sword Intent of the Grass Sword Art spread upward along the shaft of the gun.

Like a cold, sharp viper, it followed the crack and bit deeper.

Aotian's shoulders shook, and his face turned pale instantly.

He only felt an extremely cold Sword Intent drilling into his Divine Soul along the gun shaft.

That feeling was like someone holding a dull knife, cutting into his Sea of Consciousness bit by bit.

"Damn it!"

Aotian roared and violently vibrated the gun to withdraw.

But Lin Yi would not give him a chance to breathe; he stepped forward, and his figure was already pressing in.

Close combat again!

Aotian's heart skipped a beat.

What he hated most was this kind of fighting style from Lin Yi.

Every time he was forced close, the opponent's rhythm would press in like a madman.

Sure enough, Lin Yi pressed down with his left hand, and his right hand slashed diagonally with the god-slaying sword.

The sword edge grazed the gun shaft.

Sizzle!

A string of black sparks exploded.

The Destruction Dragon Gun trembled again, and the crack at the tip extended downwards.

Aotian's palm went numb, and the webbing between his thumb and index finger almost split.

A trace of panic finally appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"Break for me!"

Aotian roared, the Dragon blood in his body burning madly, and the Destruction Dragon Gun suddenly erupted with an even stronger destructive aura.

Black Qi soared to the sky, transforming into a roaring Dragon shadow that swallowed back towards Lin Yi.

Lin Yi looked up, and the god-slaying sword turned.

Black light poured down like a waterfall, and a deeper Sword Intent erupted from the depths of the sword spine.

At that moment, only the sound of the sword remained in the world.

Clang!

The Dragon shadow of the Destruction Dragon Gun was pierced by a single sword strike.

The next moment, Lin Yi swung his sword again.

This sword did not slash towards Aotian, but directly at the crack in the middle of the gun shaft.

Crack!

The crack expanded instantly.

The entire long gun shook violently, emitting a mournful cry that it could no longer bear.

Aotian's expression turned ugly at once.

He looked down and saw several cracks appearing on the gun body.

One after another, densely packed.

In every crack, a Sword Intent that made his heart feel cold leaked out.

"Impossible!"

Aotian's voice changed pitch.

Lin Yi sneered, his eyes cold.

"Your gun can't withstand it."

Aotian's eyes were blood-red, and he violently pressed the Destruction Dragon Gun forward, wanting to use all his Dragon Qi to forcefully suppress the cracks.

But the god-slaying sword in Lin Yi's hand was raised again.

This time, the black light on the sword was even stronger.

The Primordial Immortal Pupil was operating to the limit.

He had already seen the most fragile part of the Destruction Dragon Gun.

It was right at the heart of the gun.

Lin Yi took a step, and the Grass Sword Intent surged accordingly.

"Shatter!"

The sword light fell.

Only a piercing, crisp sound was heard.

The crack on the tip of the Destruction Dragon Gun finally exploded completely.

Starting from the tip, the cracks spread crazily downwards.

Spreading all the way to the gun body, spreading to the tail of the gun.

Spreading to every corner of the entire long gun!

Aotian's hands shook violently, almost being blown away by the recoil.

He watched helplessly as his life-bound Immortal Artifact, which he was so proud of, let out its final mournful cry under Lin Yi's sword.

Then.

Bang!

The gun body shattered!

Jet-black fragments splashed in all directions, and the destructive Dragon Qi lost control on the spot.

Like a mad Dragon cut in half, it rushed out chaotically.

Aotian stood in place, his whole person as if nailed down.

The Destruction Dragon Gun.

It was broken!

His life-bound Immortal Artifact was shattered.

The madness on his face completely froze.

Xu Chen opened his mouth, unable to close it for a long time.

"It can even be shattered like this?"

Wang Hong took a deep breath, his palms full of sweat.

"It's not that the gun isn't strong."

"It's that the Saint is too ruthless!"

Chu Wanqing looked at the black fragments on the ground, feeling a surge of joy in her heart.

She knew very well what the shattering of a life-bound Immortal Artifact meant for Aotian.

Aotian stood in the center of the fragments, his chest heaving violently.

His eyes were red, staring fixedly at Lin Yi, as if he wanted to swallow Lin Yi alive.

"You dare to destroy my Immortal Artifact!"

Lin Yi held the god-slaying sword and slowly raised the blade.

"Destroyed it, so what?"

A muffled, low chuckle came from Aotian's throat.

That laughter carried a coldness that bordered on madness.

"Good!"

"Very good!"

"Today, I will definitely make you pay for this with blood!"

He raised his hand and beckoned, and the shattered fragments of the gun actually began to fly back in reverse, forcibly gathering into a black destructive storm.

In the center of the storm, Dragon Qi rolled.

He actually wanted to risk his last breath to drag Lin Yi down with him.

Lin Yi looked at the rampaging destructive storm, but his eyes became increasingly calm.

He knew very well that Aotian was already starting to get desperate.

Once he was desperate, there would be more flaws.

Before he could make another move, Aotian had already roared first.

"Go to hell!"

The black storm pressed down with a boom, and the world was darkened.

Lin Yi raised the god-slaying sword, the tip pointing straight at the center of the storm.

"You only have this one move left."

"What a pity."

"It's still not enough!"

The god-slaying sword shone with black light.

The Grass Sword Intent traveled forward along the blade, slashing directly into the destructive storm.

The next moment, the entire storm stalled violently.

Then, it collapsed!

The black Qi splattered in all directions, revealing the terrified face behind the storm.

Aotian stood there, his fists clenched tightly.

His weapon was shattered.

His treasure technique was broken.

Now, even his final trump card had been pierced by Lin Yi's sword.

Lin Yi slowly raised his head.

"Do you have any other trump cards?"

"If not."

"Then I'll send you on your way!"