Chapter 344: 1 Sword Style: Toriya
Tianlong's eyes were full of vigilance, a fear of the unknown. He didn't know what Ling Tian would do next, nor did he know if he could still withstand Ling Tian's attack.
His heart beat faster involuntarily and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
After Ling Tian slashed Gui Cang away, he slowly stood up.
His body was trembling slightly, it was the aftereffect of a life-and-death battle. Every tiny tremor seemed to be telling of the great pain he had just endured.
His muscles were tense as he tried to control his body's reactions, but the fatigue and pain that penetrated deep into his bones made it difficult for him to completely calm down.
Despite this, his eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, which was like a towering mountain, unshakable.
His eyes were like torches, staring straight at the enemy, without the slightest flinch or fear. In those eyes, there seemed to be a flame that would never go out, a desire for victory and a firm belief.
His wounds were gleaming with green light, like new buds in spring, full of vitality and vigor. It was the fountain of life at work, rapidly repairing his body.
The power of the fountain of life was like gentle hands, gently caressing his wounds, reconnecting the broken skin and broken bones bit by bit.
The green light was particularly dazzling in the dim space of the Advance City, like a bright lamp in the darkness, bringing hope and strength to Ling Tian.
Every ray of light contained endless vitality, which surged through the wound like a cheerful stream, nourishing his injured body.
In just a moment, Ling Tian's wounds from his own bone spurs were completely healed. The speed was so fast that it was amazing.
It was as if time was accelerated at this moment. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally shocking blood hole disappeared, replaced by smooth skin.
The magical power of the Fountain of Life was fully demonstrated at this moment. It seemed to have the magic power to create life, allowing Ling Tian to be reborn in despair.
Ling Tian touched the wound that had been repaired and felt a little scared.
He secretly rejoiced in his heart, a feeling of deep emotion after escaping from the brink of life and death.
His thoughts raced through his mind, recalling the critical moment just now. Fortunately, he had an immortal body, otherwise he would have really died just now.
He imagined that if he didn't have this magical ability, he might have become a cold corpse now, lying on the ground of this dim Impel Down City, being laughed at and despised by his enemies.
This fear made his heart beat faster involuntarily, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Thinking of this, Ling Tian looked at Tian Long fiercely. His gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing straight at Tian Long.
His eyes were filled with anger and hatred, and that anger was like a raging fire, hot and violent.
His eyes were fixed on Tianlong, and there seemed to be a real flame jumping in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn Tianlong to ashes. The hatred was like a deep ocean, surging and deep.
Every glance was like a sharp sword, piercing Tianlong's heart, making him feel Ling Tian's irrepressible anger.
Ling Tian's eyes revealed a kind of determination, a desperate determination, as if he wanted to use the power of anger and hatred to completely destroy Tianlong.
"Do you think you can defeat me like this? You are too naive!" Ling Tian's voice was low and powerful, like a muffled thunder exploding in the dim space of the Propulsion City.
Every word carried an invincible momentum, as if it was a roar uttered from the mouth of an ancient god of war.
His voice was full of confidence and authority, and people could feel his strong inner strength. His words were as hard as steel and could not be questioned.
His body leaned forward slightly, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to release its powerful force at any time.
Tianlong's face looked a little ugly when Ling Tian looked at him like this. The pride and arrogance on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a kind of nervousness and uneasiness.
He could feel the anger and hatred in Ling Tian's eyes, a force that made his heart palpitate. His heart was filled with uneasiness, and he knew that he had angered this powerful enemy.
“Hmph, don’t be so complacent, we haven’t lost yet!” Tianlong roared, and the sound seemed like an angry roar, echoing in the dim space of Push City, with a kind of unwilling stubbornness.
His face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on Ling Tian, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
Tianlong's heart was filled with anger, he could not accept his impending fate of failure, he wanted to rise up in resistance, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would never give up.
Following Tianlong's order, "Go!", all the members of the Seven Beast Knights rushed towards Ling Tian. Their figures were like lightning, quickly cutting through the air.
Their eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, a belief that they would not hesitate to die. They knew that this battle was about their honor and mission, and they could not retreat, but could only move forward courageously.
Their footsteps were like thunder, shaking the entire Push City. Everyone held their weapons tightly, ready to fight a life-and-death battle with Ling Tian.
Even Magellan and Hannibal attacked Ling Tian as well.
Seeing this, Ling Tian's eyes instantly became extremely sharp. He tightly grasped the sea-tower stone sword in his hand. The sword seemed to be integrated with his life and became the symbol of his battle.
A strong fighting spirit surged in his heart. Facing the enemy's renewed attack, he was not afraid and was ready to face this life-and-death battle.
"One Sword Style? Hundred Birds Pay Homage." Ling Tian shouted in a low voice, his voice steady and powerful. He squatted slightly, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey, ready to go.
His eyes were fixed on the enemy in front of him, and the seastone sword in his hand drew a graceful arc in the air. The arc was like a flash of lightning, instantly illuminating the dim space of the Impel Down.
The sword blade cut through the air, bringing up a sharp sound of wind, as if announcing his power to the enemy.
Birds transformed from slashes attacked Tianlong and his companions. The birds were of different shapes, and each one seemed to be an independent life, full of mysterious power.
Some were as ferocious as eagles, spreading their huge wings with an unstoppable momentum. Their eyes were sharp and cold, as if they could see through everything.
Every time they flapped their wings, they created a strong airflow, as if to tear the enemy into pieces. Some were as light as swallows, and they flew flexibly in the air like dancing elves.
Their movements are graceful and agile, making them hard to predict. Every time they shuttle back and forth, they are as fast as lightning, making it impossible to defend against them.
Each bird contained a powerful force, which was the embodiment of Ling Tian's will and strength. They fluttered in the air, bringing up a strong airflow and blowing up the dust around them.
The airflow was like a strong wind, sweeping across the entire Impel Down City.
Ling Tian performed the One Sword Style - A Hundred Birds Paying Homage, and the scene was like a grand natural spectacle.
I saw countless slashes instantly transformed into birds of various shapes. They were like elves flying out of mythology, carrying powerful strength and mysterious aura.
The flock of birds transformed from the slashing attacks attacked Tianlong and others like a storm. Their speed was so fast that it was dazzling and it was impossible to capture their trajectory.
Wherever these birds passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting sharp whistling sounds. They were like a surging tide, sweeping towards the enemy with unstoppable momentum, bringing tremendous pressure and threats.
