Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 237 Mysterious Monster

His figure was as fast as lightning, bringing up a gust of fierce wind. The fierce wind sounded like a sharp whistle, whistling.

Wherever he flew past, the air seemed unable to withstand the strong pressure and was torn apart, leaving behind faint cracks in the void. His momentum was like a surging, unstoppable wave, one wave higher than the other, surging forward with an unstoppable momentum.

Just as they saw Shen Yun rushing forward with a sword in hand like a ferocious god again, the turtle monsters felt the heart-pounding pressure, but they still did not retreat. They all shook their spiritual power, and the originally solid defense barrier expanded again, shining with light, like an indestructible barrier.

Seeing this, Shen Yun snorted coldly. The sound seemed to come from the ice, full of disdain and majesty, which made people tremble. At the same time, he did not stop the movement of his hands. The spiritual power in his body surged like a surging river. The powerful force roared in his body, as if to break through all restraints. The powerful spiritual power roared in his body like a raging wave, and continuously flowed down his arm like a tide into the coldly shining Jinghong sword.

He swung his sword again, his movements smooth and flowing, without the slightest delay. At this moment, a more powerful sword energy surged out like a raging dragon escaping from the sea. This sword energy was more condensed and more domineering than before, as if it had condensed the sharpest power between heaven and earth.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the space seemed to be torn apart by this unparalleled force. Black space gaps appeared, and the surrounding light seemed to be distorted and swallowed up. The breath of destruction was terrifying, and the whole world seemed to be trembling under the impact of this sword energy.

When the sword energy hit the barrier like a raging dragon, a heart-pounding "crack" sound echoed. At this moment, the barrier was like an ice layer hit by a boulder, with some cracks appearing. Those cracks spread rapidly like a spider web at a speed visible to the naked eye, interweaving a terrifying scene on the barrier.

The turtle monsters were horrified, their eyes, which were originally wide open, were now filled with astonishment and despair, as if they had seen the end of the world. They looked at everything that was happening in front of them in disbelief, and the fear in their hearts surged like a tide.

They finally realized that the strength of the enemy before them was far beyond their previous imagination. It was a powerful force that made them feel deeply desperate, like an unshakable towering mountain, pressing heavily on their hearts, making them almost breathless and making their souls tremble.

However, Shen Yun did not give them much time to think. His face was grim, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and he swung the Jinghong Sword in his hand like a violent storm. He swung the sword continuously, and sword energy flew out like a string of cannonballs, one after another, with an indomitable momentum, constantly attacking the cracked barrier. Each sword energy contained his endless power, like a heavy bomb, fiercely smashing into the crumbling barrier. Finally, under his continuous and violent attacks, the barrier that was originally struggling to support could no longer bear the burden.

There was a loud "boom" and the barrier shattered like broken glass, turning into countless fragments flying everywhere. The turtle monsters immediately fell into panic, and their originally neat formation collapsed in an instant. Some turtle monsters fled in panic, while others stood there at a loss. They seemed to have lost their backbone and fell into an abyss of chaos and fear.

As soon as the barrier was broken, Shen Yun's figure, which was flying like a ghost, suddenly stopped. He stood firmly, and his cold and sharp eyes swept across the group of turtle monsters that were already in chaos in front of him like lightning.

Then, without hesitation, he retreated backwards at high speed like a phantom, and after a few flashes, he retreated safely back to the raft. He tapped one foot steadily on the raft, standing tall against the wind, his clothes rustling in the whistling wind, like an awe-inspiring and inviolable god of war.

However, at this moment, the Jinghong Sword seemed to have an independent will, and it was still madly killing the turtle monsters. The sword body shone with a frightening cold light, carrying a chilling killing intent, and every swing could set off a violent storm of sword energy.

Those first-level turtle monsters were extremely vulnerable in front of the Jinghong Sword. Except for the second-level monsters that could barely withstand a few sword strikes with their slightly stronger strength and defense, those first-level turtle monsters would basically die immediately if they came into contact with the sword energy of the Jinghong Sword. If they were slightly touched by the sword energy of the Jinghong Sword, they would be strangled to pieces by the extremely sharp sword energy in an instant, and they would not even have time to let out a scream before they disappeared between heaven and earth.

The group of turtle monsters was suddenly filled with blood mist, and broken limbs flew everywhere. Wherever the Jinghong Sword went, there was a horrific scene, as if an extremely sad symphony of death was played in this area, and the Jinghong Sword was the most crazy performer, wantonly reaping the lives of one turtle monster after another.

What was even more shocking was that the Jinghong Sword split again, turning from one into ten, attacking the turtle monsters with even more ferocity. The ten swords were like ten violent dragons, shuttling through the turtle monsters, leaving a bloody storm wherever they passed, further exacerbating the tragic destruction of the turtle monsters.

Under the strangulation of the Jinghong Sword, only two people were left standing on the raft. The river was full of corpses of various monsters, basically second-level monsters, because most of the first-level monsters could not withstand the sword that Shen Yun swung next. Without Shen Yun restraining his might, all the first-level monsters turned into blood mist.

The bloody smell permeated the air, strong and pungent. The river water was dyed dark red by the blood, flowing slowly, as if the earth was singing a sad song for the lost lives. Shen Yun stood quietly on the raft, his expression grim. He looked at the tragic scene in front of him, without much emotion in his heart.

The two of them stood there quietly, creating an eerie silence with the bloody scene. They were like two silent statues, standing out in this dead silence.

It was not that the two did not want to clean up the bodies of the second-level monsters, but because the monster that had roared earlier had not yet appeared. They knew in their hearts that the mysterious monster must be more difficult to deal with, and the potential danger forced them to remain highly vigilant and quietly wait for its appearance.

However, they did not have to wait for long. Soon, there was a very subtle fluctuation under the corpse of the monster in front of them. The fluctuation was particularly clear in the silence, as if a thunder exploded in their hearts. A big mouth full of sharp serrations suddenly appeared from the bottom of the water. The big mouth was like the mouth of a demon that suddenly emerged from the abyss, exuding a chilling breath. The mouth opened at an astonishing speed, as if it could swallow the sky and the earth, and in an instant, it swallowed all the corpses of the monsters floating on the water. Those corpses were like weightless catkins in this big mouth, and disappeared without any resistance. As the big mouth closed, a series of ripples of blood and water spread out on the water surface in circles, which made people palpitate.