I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

Chapter 280: Ordinary Short Bamboo

Those pitch-black crows transformed from clouds, each one seemed to carry the whisper of death. They screamed, a piercing sound mixed with anger and despair, enough to penetrate the strongest defenses of human hearts.

These crows are not only numerous, but also extremely swift. They weave an impenetrable attack net in the air, and seem to consciously concentrate all their attacks on Dianwu.

"Humph! You actually want to deal with me? You are courting death!"

Dianwu's face showed excitement, and he wanted to take this opportunity to prove his strength.

As the member of the team who is good at the power of thunder and lightning, he is perhaps the most troublesome existence in the eyes of these attackers, and therefore becomes their main target.

As the crows approached, the space around Dianwu seemed to be compressed by an invisible force, and the air became heavy and oppressive.

She could clearly feel the malice and greed in every gaze; it was a desire for power and contempt for the weak.

However, Dianwu did not back down because of this. Instead, it aroused the fighting spirit and indomitable spirit deep in her heart.

"Haha, you are not dark enough. Do you know what will make you even darker? The taste of burnt, you will have to taste it this time." Dianwu said and was about to make a move.

She clenched her teeth and clenched her hands, the power of thunder and lightning surged in her body, as if it would burst out at any time.

So, at the moment when the crow was about to touch her, Dianwu suddenly burst out with amazing power, her body was wrapped in brilliant lightning, and turned into a bolt of lightning that cut through the sky, and started a fierce confrontation with those attackers.

Groups of black ashes fell from the sky, and everyone was rushing to avoid them. They saw a sharp figure spinning rapidly in the flash of lightning.

Lei Zhen sneered, "As expected of my family! You see, my sister isn't that useless, but she's still far behind me."

As he said this, he also joined the battle.

Faced with this sudden change, everyone reacted quickly and each used their best skills.

Shen Li's Sky-Slashing Spear drew silver tracks in the air, and every swing was accompanied by a deafening roar. Wherever the spear tip touched, the flying sand vortex was instantly torn apart, and crows fell one after another. Her momentum was like a rainbow, showing a strong fighting power.

Mo Fang was not to be outdone. The sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and every swing of the sword was extremely precise, as if he could see through every weakness of the enemy.

Wherever the sword passed, whether it was flying sand or crows, they were all cut into pieces, demonstrating the superb and sharpness of his swordsmanship.

However, the most eye-catching person is Shen Xing.

On the battlefield full of dangers, Shen Xing showed extraordinary determination and grace. He was not shaken by the chaos and noise around him, but stood still like a rock, with an upright posture, just like a pine or cypress that does not wither in winter.

As the wind grew stronger, his clothes fluttered gently in the wind, and his sleeves fluttered, revealing an otherworldly temperament, as if he was an immortal walking out of a painting, untainted by dust.

In such an environment, Shen Xing calmly took out a seemingly ordinary short bamboo from his sleeve. However, in his hands, the bamboo seemed to be endowed with magical vitality, emitting a faint and clear glow.

He lightly waved his brush, and his brushstrokes contained profound artistic conception and endless power. The power surged out from the bamboo and instantly turned into a magnificent painting.

This painting scroll appeared out of nowhere, forming a world of its own, full of endless mystery and wonder.

The scroll slowly unfolded, like a giant mouth, swallowing up the surrounding flying sand whirlpools and crows one by one.

Those ferocious enemies seemed so small and powerless in front of the scroll. They struggled and shouted, but ultimately could not escape the fate of being sucked in.

Within the scroll, they struggled for a moment, then gradually turned into light clouds of ink, blending into the background of the scroll and disappearing without a trace.

Shen Xing stood in front of the painting, his clothes still fluttering, his face calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.

His figure formed a sharp contrast with the turbulent battlefield, making him seem otherworldly and extraordinary.

At this moment, everyone was shocked by his demeanor, as if they saw a real immortal coming to the world, protecting this land with his wisdom and strength.

This scene shocked everyone present. They were surprised to find that Shen Xing's strength had improved so much in just a few days.

The painting is not only incredibly powerful, but also reveals an otherworldly artistic conception, as if it is a reflection of his inner world.

"This...what a magical power!" Lian Huishi couldn't help but admire, with a strange light flashing in her eyes, and she was obviously impressed by Shen Xing's strength.

"Xing'er, when did you learn this unique skill?" Shen Li looked at his brother in disbelief, his heart filled with pride and confusion.

Shen Xing smiled slightly, his eyes revealing an indescribable depth. "This is my understanding and application of the power of the scroll during this period of time. In the illusion, there are dangers everywhere, but also opportunities. As long as we feel and comprehend with our hearts, we can discover our own power."

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

"With you here, I'm not afraid that the enemy will be scared." Yun Yi praised after making a beautiful turn.

As expected, no matter how many crow enemies fell from the sky, they were successfully sucked into the painting and turned into smoke.

Shen Xing felt more confident when he saw how useful the short bamboo stick in his hand was. He looked at the enemies that appeared out of nowhere and said, "You came from the clouds, and you should return to the clouds..."

In that thrilling battle, everyone worked together and fought a desperate battle against the enemies that were coming like a tide.

Dianwu's body is as fast as lightning, shuttling among the enemy groups. Every lightning attack is precise and deadly, defeating the enemy.

Lei Zhen roared, wielding the huge thunder hammer with both hands. Every time it fell, it was accompanied by a deafening roar, turning large groups of enemies into ashes. Their cooperation was seamless, as if they were comrades-in-arms who had been through many battles. The trust and tacit understanding between them reached its peak at this moment.

However, in this fierce battle, Shen Xing's performance was particularly eye-catching. Facing the swarming enemies, he did not rush to attack, but calmly observed and looked for the best opportunity.

Finally, when the enemy's offensive was the most intense and everyone was exhausted, Shen Xing resolutely used his ultimate move - the painting technique. He waved his brush lightly, and a huge painting slowly unfolded in the air, sucking in the surrounding enemies one by one, instantly turning the tide of the battle.

However, after the battle, Dian Wu and Lei Zhen seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Shen Xing's performance. They talked privately, with a bit of sarcasm and disdain in their tone.

"Shen Xing, Shen Xing, you are too impatient, aren't you? You used your ultimate move so early, what if there are stronger enemies behind? You can't learn from my brother, he always loses his patience and is easily beaten by others." Dian Wu frowned and said dissatisfiedly, and glared at Lei Zhen.

Lei Zhen also nodded in agreement: "Yes, my sister has always been talking nonsense, but this sentence makes sense. We should reserve our strength and catch them off guard at the critical moment. Now it's good, all the trump cards have been revealed."

Shen Xing had no choice but to play along and said coquettishly, "Hey, don't we still have you guys? Your strength must be unfathomable. Besides, I still have sister Shen Li. It has always been sister who has protected me, right? Sister, you will definitely protect me, right?"

As he said this, Shen Xing smiled particularly tenderly, just like the boy who pestered Shen Li when they were little.

This smile actually brought back Shen Li's memories. She angrily said, "Tsk, you little brat, can you grow up!"