Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San-Chapter 1070 - 1068: Block, Block, Block, Poke, Poke, Poke

At this moment, Divine Sword Gravity Water had already been absorbed onto the Black Tortoise Shield. Tang San’s movements were incredibly simple: He retracted his Long Spear with his right hand, while his left hand held the Black Tortoise Shield steady in front. Then, he thrust out with the spear again, aiming straight for Lan Moqian.

Holy Baptism! This was what Lan Moqian was experiencing at that time. It did not have a dark attribute, so it was not directly harmed by the sacred attribute. However, when engulfed by this Sacred Light, it felt a warmth all over, indescribably comfortable, but its will to fight was greatly diminished, leaving it weak and unwilling to move. Even worse, under the Holy Baptism, its bloodline aura was being subdued, and its explosive power greatly reduced.

The damage wasn’t severe, but the impact was significant.

And Tang San’s next spear thrust had already come again, forcing Lan Moqian, who wanted to rush forward to retrieve Divine Sword Gravity Water, to face the unavoidable attack once more.

The Sorrow Sword lifted upward with One Sword, Nine Passes, slashing straight towards the Holy Dragon Spear.

In a series of crisp collision sounds, the Holy Dragon Spear was once again deflected. But influenced by the Holy Baptism, Lan Moqian could clearly feel that its attack power had weakened. Another collision resulted in yet another Holy Baptism descending upon it, and although its body felt comfortable, its heart was extremely aggravated. How disgusting this sacred attribute was.

Lan Moqian bit the tip of its tongue, using the stinging pain to slightly rouse its spirit, and its body rapidly spun, with the Sorrow Sword in its hand bursting forth a storm of metal, sweeping towards Tang San.

Tang San pulled back his Holy Dragon Spear and thrust out again, facing the Blade storm that was almost instantly dispersed. However, the Sacred attribute still descended. And all the Blade storm struck upon the Black Tortoise Shield he held in hand.

With Divine Sword Gravity Water adhered to it, the overall coverage of the Black Tortoise Shield seemed to have increased, completely shielding Tang San’s body behind it. No matter how Lan Moqian changed directions, the Black Tortoise Shield was always in front of it, blocking Tang San’s body and effortlessly blocking all its attacks.

Lan Moqian’s sword technique was a true inheritance from the Sword Saint Great Demon Emperor, and although only a single Godly Sword was left in its hand, its attacking power was definitely not weak, and the skill was absolutely top-notch.

But no matter how it varied its footwork, no matter how it changed the direction of its sword technique, it always encountered the Black Tortoise Shield, shield, shield...

A series of thundering booms kept resounding in the air. Tang San didn’t know how many times Lan Moqian had slashed at him. His own attacks were so simple: retract the spear, thrust out, then retract the spear and thrust out again. And just straightforward thrusts every time since Lan Moqian couldn’t dodge and could only block them head-on.

Compared to the battle between Pretty Girl and Ning Chenen before, where one move decided the winner, the current confrontation had turned into a drawn-out struggle.

Lan Moqian quickly found that Tang San’s tactics were all too familiar to it! Because wasn’t that what its own husband was best at?

A battle of attrition!

And Ning Chenen didn’t possess a divine tool with an absolute attack like the Holy Dragon Spear, which couldn’t be evaded. Thus, not only could Tang San block its attacks, but the Holy Dragon Spear always posed a threat to it. It couldn’t even stop to rest, having to continually defend and attack.

The Holy Dragon Spear’s frequency of attacks wasn’t high, certainly less frequent than its sword technique. Basically, Lan Moqian would strike thrice on the Black Tortoise Shield, before Tang San’s attack could reach it once. But it was these attacks that made Lan Moqian extremely uncomfortable. Particularly, the sacred attribute’s baptism felt like Bone Maggots. The more Sacred Energy accumulated on it, the stronger the uncomfortable sensation grew, even eroding its fighting will.

Tang San was in no hurry at all, just using the Black Tortoise Shield to fend off its attacks, then poking with the Holy Dragon Spear, poke poke poke!

This was a battle of Great Demon Kings! When had it become so simplistic? And with the continuous condensation of the Tree Ancestor Phantom behind him, the life force in the air never waned. It kept gathering from all sides, infusing into Tang San’s body, nourishing it.

Gradually, Lan Moqian’s exhaustion grew more significant, and as its own bloodline power diminished, the suppression of the sacred attribute became stronger and stronger.

It couldn’t continue like this, if the fight continued in this manner, it might very well be worn down to death by the opponent!

This was the first match of the finals; it couldn’t lose no matter what. Only by winning this round could it possibly advance into the top three.

With that thought, Lan Moqian’s gaze instantly became resolute, as a dazzling dark golden flame almost instantly ignited within his eyes.

Life Force. Yes, at this moment, he, too, had kindled his own bloodline, just like Pretty Girl had before.

The very instant Lan Moqian ignited the Life Force, both his speed and Power surged abruptly. The Sorrow Sword in his hand quivered, moving from One Sword, Nine Passes to even reaching One Sword, Twelve Passes. Like a tempest, he furiously hacked towards Tang San’s Black Tortoise Shield.

As Tang San’s Holy Dragon Spear thrust forward, it would almost immediately be cleaved by the Sorrow Sword, and there were even times the Sorrow Sword aimed to follow the gap created by the thrust of the Holy Dragon Spear, stabbing through to strike at Tang San’s own body.

However, the Black Tortoise Shield stood like a fortress, protecting every direction Tang San’s body could face. It seemed that only the front bore the shield, but no matter how swiftly Lan Moqian maneuvered and shifted, what he faced in the end was always only the defense of the Black Tortoise Shield, blocking his way. And the explosive Power of his attacks upon the Black Tortoise Shield still seemed like mud oxen disappearing into the ocean.

Multiple times Lan Moqian reached for his Divine Sword Gravity Water, wanting to reclaim this divine tool. But the Divine Sword Gravity Water, now adhered to the Black Tortoise Shield, clung like it was glued; no matter how he struggled, he could not pull it back.

As Lan Moqian’s life force flame burned more fiercely, his attacks grew even more manic. Yet Tang San remained consistent as ever, even though his Holy Dragon Spear seemed almost useless by now, being cleaved upon deployment by the shield each time, his actions remained unchanged.

The Black Tortoise Shield blocked, the Long Spear lunged.

Thrust, thrust, thrust!

Lan Moqian felt so aggrieved he wanted to vomit blood. He had intensified his offense to such an extent, yet he still had no way to deal with Tang San. How could this be? How could it be! His attacks were so simple, his methods so straightforward, yet relying on just a shield and spear, he frustratingly rendered Lan Moqian helpless.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour.

The life force of the Great Demon King was lengthy, and the Behemoth giant beast possessed an extremely robust Life Force. However, even so, under continuous exhaustion, Lan Moqian, while burning his own bloodline, still found no way to cope with Tang San.

Blocked, thrust, thrust, thrust;

Blocked, thrust, thrust, thrust.

Gradually, Lan Moqian began to despair. When his attacks reached the third quarter of an hour, a feeling of weakness began to pervade his body, and Lan Moqian knew that he probably couldn’t hold on much longer.

Defeated? Was he really about to lose this match?

His heart was filled with such unwillingness.

Yet, as his offensive slowed, Tang San’s Holy Dragon Spear attacks came once more. The Power of those attacks was roughly at the Demon King Level, and with Lan Moqian’s cultivation base, deflecting them was not a problem. But the Sacred attribute was eroding him. More importantly, he was starting to weaken, while Tang San’s Holy Dragon Spear attacks remained consistent as ever.

Lan Moqian now even started to empathize with those who had faced her husband in the past; they must have felt this nauseating sensation too. Facing such an opponent was truly revolting, disgustingly so.

"Pfft," Lan Moqian’s movement finally slowed a beat, as Tang San’s Holy Dragon Spear inflicted a wound upon his waist. Immediately, an even denser Sacred Energy burst forth within Lan Moqian’s body.

And it was at this moment, a golden radiance suddenly erupted from Tang San, enveloping Lan Moqian within it.

Because of the invasion of the Sacred Energy, he couldn’t dodge or create distance in time.