C1259 His Cultivation Was Crippled!
C1259 His Cultivation Was Crippled!
Meng Ran and the other two Dao Body under the plane were actually affected by the airwave. They became illusionary and transparent. Clearly, they had suffered a serious injury!
At this moment, the passengers on the passenger plane were so scared that they screamed.
Due to the kneeling and kowtowing earlier, everyone had taken off their seatbelts. At this moment, they were shocked by the non-stop shaking of the passenger plane until they were dizzy and their faces were swollen.
Only Jiang Zhiyuan and his wife were spared. At this moment, both of their eyes fell on Meng Ran's side, and they urgently wanted to know what the result of this battle was.
Chen Ziyang's last strike was too stunning. It had already surpassed the limit of the Martial Dao, and it seemed like it was going to transform into the Immortal Dao.
The combined power of the four forces was no less than the power of the Peak of the God Stage World-Shocking Blood Demon whom Meng Ran had fought during the bloody battle in Calm Lake.
At this moment, if it was any other Sovereign Martial Arts Legend, he would certainly not be able to block Chen Ziyang's World Destroying Sword!
However, his opponent wasn't a Mortal World God Stage, it was Immortal Sovereign Tairan!
He raised his head and looked over. He saw that the storm was about to be extinguished. When the light faded, he saw two figures, one white and one black, standing straight in front of him!
Both of them were standing in the air. The divine radiance around their bodies had already dispersed. At this moment, they were completely immersed in the torrential rain.
However, the rain droplets that filled the sky had disappeared the moment they touched Meng Ran's white robe. There wasn't even a single drop of water on Meng Ran's body.
On the other hand, Chen Ziyang's body had been drenched by the rain.
At this moment, the two men who were less than thirty feet away from each other were staring at each other. Chen Ziyang was holding his sword, but he didn't say a word.
"Cough cough..."
Meng Ran cleared his throat and broke this strange scene.
A trace of red leaked out from the corner of Meng Ran's mouth. Meng Ran's indestructible body had suffered a rare injury in this battle!
Meng Ran saw the blood at the corner of his mouth wiped away with a wave of his hand, and a smile appeared on his face. He slightly nodded his head and said:
"Chen Ziyang, I really underestimated you. You are able to merge the four energies together and slash out this most powerful sword strike. You can die in peace now that you have injured me."
After saying that, Meng Ran suddenly turned around and rushed towards the descending passenger plane.
The moment Meng Ran turned around and left, Chen Ziyang's face slowly revealed an unwilling expression.
"Why... why..."
Then, with a bang, the Peach Wood Ancient Sword in Chen Ziyang's palm broke into two pieces!
The two pieces of the sword seemed to be controlled by someone as they stabbed straight into Chen Ziyang's abdomen!
Following a puffing sound, the entire Qi points in Chen Ziyang's dantian was pierced through by the broken sword!
The Qi points of the Heavenly Master Tao disciple emitted a sound like a deflating balloon. The energy that Chen Ziyang had spent so much effort to devour had completely dissipated into the air!
Crimson blood flowed out of Chen Ziyang's seven apertures. His eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth... were all occupied by the blood. He was in such a miserable state that he didn't even look like a human being.
"I... I don't want to..."
The Qi points was broken and Chen Ziyang had lost all his strength. Like a kite with a broken string, he fell from the sky.
Crimson blood splattered all over the sky.
In this battle, he, Chen Ziyang, had lost!
Even though Chen Ziyang was at the last moment of his breakthrough, comprehending the world destroying sword strike that combined four forces, he could still kill any God Stage in the present world.
However, he was facing Meng Ran, who was at his peak condition!
The punch that was formed from ten thousand techniques, no one in the mortal world could break it!
He, Chen Ziyang, had lost this battle without any grievance!