Passing on the Light of Buddha's Wisdom: Enchanting Wu Song and Developing an Emergency Headband! (Continued)

How could the two of them allow this suddenly appeared heretic to spout such arrogant nonsense and crush their side's morale?

So from the very first move, they went all out.

One on the left and one on the right—one wielding the Dragon Gallant Bright Silver Spear, the other the Eighteen-Foot Serpent Spear.

One spear shot forth like a dragon; the other was like a giant python.

Two streaks of spear-light closed in from both sides with ferocious force—

Aimed straight for Bai Yuchan's head!

Northern Emperor Thunder Arts! Zhang Fei Casts Off His Armor and Fights Bai Yuchan Bare-Chested!

One streak of spear-light was bright silver, the other pitch-black.

Zhao Yun's Dragon Gallant Spear emphasized finesse. Its tip rode the wind, never to be easily blocked.

Zhang Fei's Eighteen-Foot Serpent Spear emphasized ruthlessness, carrying yin lightning and a baleful force fierce enough to tear open half the sky!

Ordinarily, with the two attacking in perfect concert, even ordinary deities would have to retreat three steps.

But the instant their spear attacks entered the area around the Daoist, the force in their hands went wrong.

It was as though an invisible giant hand had seized their spearheads and forcibly dragged them aside!

"Hmm?"

Zhao Yun had practiced spearwork all his life. His spear had long since fused into his blood and body, as responsive as his own arm.

When had he ever felt as though someone had "stolen his sinews and bones" like this?

Zhao Yun forcibly exerted his strength, trying to wrench the spear attack back.

But that force was too strange—sticky, slick, and carrying a suction force. The more he struggled, the tighter it became.

The same thing happened on Zhang Fei's side. His Eighteen-Foot Serpent Spear suddenly shuddered in midair, its tip turning directions through Ghostly Intervention.