I am Master Maoshan

Chapter 1959 Trump Card
Under the high temperature of the Phoenix Fire, the ice city was melting rapidly and violently like a snowman scorched by the scorching sun.

The ice crystals sparkled in the firelight, then turned into trickles, flowing into every corner of the city. After some of the ice water came into contact with the Phoenix Fire, it evaporated at an alarming rate, turning into steam that rose up and floated into the sky.

The Eight-Winged Feather Emperor was suspended in mid-air, his deep eyes revealed a kind of detached indifference, just quietly staring at Liu Jun below. There was both disdain and curiosity in his eyes, as if he was watching an insignificant circus, and Liu Jun was the clown who tried his best to perform but failed to arouse his real interest.

Time passed silently like the sand in an hourglass. The Eight-Winged Feather Emperor's patience gradually wore away, and just as he was about to take action to end this boring farce, an unexpected change occurred.

The mysterious formation that had frozen the entire Qianyu City not long ago was activated silently again.

This time, it was no longer a cold silence, but a thick, almost frozen cold air that suddenly burst out from all directions of Qianyu City. This cold air was like a surging wave, sweeping towards the remaining Phoenix Fires. Wherever it went, the flames went out, as if even the heat in the air was instantly swallowed up.

In a moment, the Phoenix Fire was completely extinguished, without even a spark. And under the pressure of the cold air, the little phoenix reluctantly returned to Liu Jun's body.

"First you use a formation to freeze the entire city, then use the Phoenix Fire to thaw it, and then freeze it again with a formation...what exactly are you going to do?" The Eight-Winged Feather Emperor frowned, his face full of confusion and doubt.

"You'll know soon." Liu Jun grinned.

At this moment, the sky suddenly changed. A drop of rain fell quietly on the ground, and then countless raindrops fell from the sky as if they had received some kind of summons. These raindrops intertwined in the air to form a huge water curtain, covering the entire Qianyu City.

"To make it rain? You're putting so much thought into it?" The Eight-Winged Feather Emperor's eyes flashed with doubt and vigilance. He was not someone who could be easily fooled. Naturally, he could sense that there was some subtle connection between this sudden rain and Liu Jun's previous actions. However, no matter how hard he thought about it, he could not understand the purpose of this rain, let alone predict the deep meaning behind it.

Liu Jun stood there with a smile on his face, as if everything was under control. He was not in a hurry to say anything, but just waited quietly.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to run now, but the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor’s eyes are always on him. If he runs, he will be caught up in a few seconds.

"No, don't let the rain get to us!" The Eight-Winged Feather King suddenly roared, his voice echoing in the air like thunder. The wings on his back shook violently, releasing a powerful air wave that instantly isolated the surrounding raindrops, forming a dry area.

The six-winged princes below were bathing in the rain, enjoying the coolness. After all, they had just been roasted by the phoenix fire.

At this time, they were soaked by the rain, their feathers were clinging to their bodies, and they looked a little embarrassed. They were wondering why their Majesty was making such a fuss, after all, this little rain was nothing to them.

However, at this moment, an accident happened.

"No, this rain is poisonous!" Prince Wei Bai's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of fear in his voice.

He turned his head to look at his back, only to see black spots appearing on his pure white wings. These spots spread rapidly like a plague, devouring his pure white feathers.

"There's something dirty in the rain!" Prince Olaidqi next to him also shouted in fear. His body was shaking, and his eyes were fixed on his wings. He saw similar black spots on his wings, which were rapidly expanding.

The other princes also noticed something was wrong, and they began to flutter their wings in panic, trying to shake off the rain on their bodies. However, it was all in vain, as the black spots seemed to have life, clinging tightly to their feathers and constantly eroding their bodies.

The Eight-Winged Feather Emperor was suspended in mid-air, his face became extremely solemn, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light. He took a deep look at Liu Jun below, and a strong killing intent surged in his heart.

Liu Jun stood on the ground, facing the tremendous pressure from the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor, but he did not seem too afraid.

However, when the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor slapped over with a force that could destroy the world, Liu Jun's eyes instantly became sharp.

"Too late!" Liu Jun grinned, and his figure swept back like a ghost, throwing wooden barrels as he ran. These barrels drew strange arcs in the air, and then exploded instantly. Yellow filth flew all over the sky, and fell with the rain, staining the surrounding environment into a mess.

The Eight-Winged Feather Emperor's expression became even uglier. He was a germaphobe to begin with, and at this moment he was almost contaminated by these filthy things, which made him furious. However, even so, he did not dare to get too close, for fear of being contaminated by these filthy things. He clenched his teeth, and his hatred for Liu Jun had reached its peak, but at this moment he had no way out.

While Liu Jun rushed out of the formation, he looked back and saw that the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor was stopped by these things. He couldn't help but feel secretly glad.

However, when he realized that there were not many barrels left in his storage space, his face became serious. He knew that when these barrels were used up, the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor would definitely catch up with him, and his fate would be miserable.

In fact, his original plan was to use the formation to limit the speed of the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor, and if that didn't work, to use poisonous rain to contain it. Who would have thought that neither of these two would work, and they were not as effective as those buckets of feces.

With a soft "pop" sound, like a bubble bursting, Liu Jun's figure flashed and finally broke through the light shield formed by the formation.

Without even bothering to see if the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor was catching up with him, he fled directly in a predetermined direction.

The figure of the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor followed closely behind, like a black lightning streaking through the sky. His wings flapped gently, bringing up gusts of wind. Although he had not yet caught up with Liu Jun, the distance between them was shortening at an alarming speed. At this moment, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he must personally put an end to this guy who made him angry and crazy.

Liu Jun was extremely anxious. He knew that although his speed was not slow, it was far from comparable to that of the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor.

In front of him were endless mountains with towering trees lush and verdant, like a green ocean.

Liu Jun prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that this forest could be his life-saving straw.

This was his backup plan, a carefully planned escape route. If even this couldn't delay the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor, then he really had no other options.

Liu Jun took a deep breath and quickened his pace. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and every beat was filled with tension and anxiety.

The Eight-Winged Feather Emperor naturally noticed the woods in front of Liu Jun, but he had a disdainful smile on his face. In his view, these trees were just insignificant obstacles that could not stop him from moving forward.

And even if Liu Jun disappeared into the woods before he caught up with him, he would still have a way to catch up with him.

As the two people got closer, the scenery of the forest in front of them became clearer and clearer, and even the texture of the branches and leaves of the towering trees on the periphery seemed to be within reach.

"Swoosh--" Two sharp and rapid sounds of breaking through the air suddenly rang out, breaking the tranquility of the forest. Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp breath rushed towards you, making your heart palpitate.

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Liu Jun's face suddenly changed, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He did not choose to dodge, but clenched his teeth, slightly turned his body, and cleverly avoided the vital part that was fatal with his extraordinary reaction speed and keen intuition.

He knew very well that if he tried to dodge, the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor would catch up with him immediately with its speed, and by then, he would be unable to fly away. Therefore, he chose to resist, even if it meant taking a huge risk.

"Bang!" "Puff!" Almost at the same time, two daggers attacked like lightning, and one of them hit the dragon scales of the Ancestral Dragon covering Liu Jun's body.

The dragon scales were originally a defensive treasure, but at this moment, they seemed to have encountered a more powerful opponent. With a crisp cracking sound, the dragon scales shattered and turned into dots of light and disappeared. The other short sword did not stop at all, and penetrated the fragments of the dragon scales like a ghost and directly pierced into Liu Jun's body.

A sharp pain instantly swept through his body, and Liu Jun felt his eyes go dark, and he almost fainted. But with his strong willpower, he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single groan. His figure didn't pause at all, but with the impact of the dagger, he rushed into the woods like a meteor.

"I'm so cold..." Liu Jun smiled bitterly in his heart, and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, staining the front of his shirt red. However, even so, he didn't dare to slack off, because he knew that only by running forward could he get rid of the pursuit of the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor and find a glimmer of hope.

In the woods, Liu Jun's figure shuttled between the shadows of the trees, appearing and disappearing from time to time, as if he had merged with this ancient forest. Behind him, the roar of the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor echoed in the forest for a long time.

"You can't run away!" The Eight-Winged Feather Emperor's eyes were as cold as frost, staring at the direction where Liu Jun was fleeing, his deep eyes seemed to contain endless coldness and determination. The eight huge wings behind him suddenly spread out, and each rapid flap brought a strong hurricane, rolling up the surrounding dust and fallen leaves, forming a chaotic storm.

Then, the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor flapped his wings, and countless feathers seemed to be given life. They instantly broke away from his body and turned into sharp flying blades, shooting towards Liu Jun at an astonishing speed. These feathers drew silver tracks in the air, and wherever they passed, whether it was a thick tree or a hard rock, they were neatly cut, leaving shocking cracks.

Liu Jun was greatly shocked, for he knew very well that if this feather caught up with him, it was possible that it would dismember him.

At this critical moment of life and death, the surrounding land suddenly surged, and countless vines sprang out from the ground like they had been summoned. These vines quickly intertwined together to form an indestructible shield wall, blocking the deadly feathers.

Although these vines seemed so fragile and vulnerable in front of the sharp feathers, because there were too many of them, they still managed to slow down the speed of the feathers, giving Liu Jun a chance to catch his breath. Juice kept splashing from the vines, and a light herbal fragrance filled the air.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor snorted coldly, his face showing a mixture of disdain and anger. He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something, as if chanting some ancient spell.

As the spell was completed, Liu Jun suddenly felt a powerful force surging from within his body.

Looking down, he saw that the dagger stuck in his body was actually flashing with a strange light, as if it was given life. Then, the dagger and his body suddenly flew up, as if being lifted by an invisible big hand.

Liu Jun gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and without hesitation pulled out the dagger and put it into the storage space.

At the moment when the blood spurted out, Liu Jun quickly took out a handful of medicine powder from his arms and stuffed it into the blood hole in his chest. The moment the medicine powder touched the wound, a cool feeling spread throughout his body, and the speed of blood spurting from the wound also slowed down significantly.

However, the Eight-Winged Feather Emperor did not give up the pursuit. He flapped his wings again, and more feathers poured down like a rainstorm, vowing to completely wipe out Liu Jun on this land.

Fortunately, with the help of the vines controlled by the Wutong Spirit and his familiarity with the terrain, he began to flexibly shuttle through the air. He kept dodging those deadly feathers while looking for a place to hide.