Chapter 280 Death (7K 2-in-1 votes please)
15 people?
A little more than expected, and a little stronger. Several of the old guys gave Ji Xing the feeling that they might not be weaker than Tu Junfang.
"Mr. Wang is really hardworking. This is the majority of the Wang family's heritage, right?" Ji Xing said, "Before the fight starts, I'll just say the last nonsense. There should be some of you who don't belong to the Wang family. It's still too late to quit now. It's not your own business, so don't fight. ."
"Haha." One of the tall and skinny old men surnamed Liu raised his hand and said, "Thank you for your kindness, brother. There is indeed no grudge between us, but thanks to Mr. Wang's help before, we can only fight with him. Field, life or death depends on fate.”
No one here will underestimate Ji Xing. The lineup Wang Ai has assembled and the fact that Ji Xing dares to come alone speaks volumes!
Except for the old man surnamed Liu, several other people with foreign surnames remained silent as acquiescence.
Wang Aize said in a low voice: "Little bastard, do you really think you are Zhang Zhiwei?!"
This sentence is also synonymous with going to war.
As soon as he finished speaking, there were only a few splashes of water, and several fountain water columns rose up from the slide pool in the distance, but their color was instantly dyed black and shaped like ink.
At the same time, the magnetic field of this water park became unstable, and the gravity also changed slightly, as if Wang was also using Fenghou Qimen.
The Qimen pattern has become difficult to develop.
Ji Xing glanced at Wang Ai who was doing Qi Qi, and the two old men behind him who were doing Qi Qi with similar faces to Wang Ai... Are father and son going into battle?
“Go ahead, monster!”
——
A gust of black wind blew around him, and the body of the corpse demon appeared in front of him. It immediately flapped its wings and rushed straight towards the fifteen members of the Wang family like an eagle pouncing on its prey!
“Hmm? Three corpses?”
“So fierce and angry!”
“Disperse!”
Fifteen people jumped and dodged apart. Even the short and fat Wang Ai moved very quickly.
The next moment, the old man surnamed Liu turned his wrist, and suddenly two iron gallbladders as big as bull's eyes appeared in his hand, and he threw them towards the demon's corpse.
The iron gall flies extremely fast, like two cannonballs. When it collides with the demon's waving claws, flying fireballs are generated. Its strong force briefly suppresses the demon's movements.
“Boss, Laosi!” Wang Ai shouted.
At the same time, he and his two sons, one on the left, one on the right, and one on the right, dragged their hands, and the tangible energy condensed into three huge brushes, and they splashed ink!
The spurting fountain of ink lifted up three long rivers and crossed dozens of meters to catch the demon. After being torn apart by the demon's claws, it turned into sputtering ink droplets and stained the demon's body, making the originally dark The body becomes darker.
His movements became sluggish for a moment.
"Shentu is like this, using Qi as ink and all things as drawing paper." Ji Xing watched the three old men painting on the demon body, making it entangled with more and more 'ink' and trapped inside it. .
Looking towards the three people rushing towards him.
An old lady with gray hair who looks frail on the outside, and two middle-aged men with gloomy eyes surrounded by strange shadows.
Several people were ready to respond, and the Qi in each of them was highly active, but it was not known what kind of methods they had.
So he dodged and ran to the side. Using his hands and feet, he turned around on the big pillar that was hugged by two people, and climbed to the second floor like a monkey climbing a tree.
Following this, there was a boom!
One of the middle-aged men who was entangled in the shadow actually broke the big pillar that the two people were hugging and took a shortcut to punch Ji Xing!
Rumble —
Because the load-bearing pillar exploded, the place where Ji Xing stepped on also tilted.
With nowhere to use his feet to dodge, Ji Xing raised his left hand, which was dyed with golden light, to welcome the middle-aged man to slash hard, bang—!
In the sound of gold and iron, it is clear that Ji Xing is above and he is below, but they are not directly knocked down by Ji Xing, but are connected to each other for a short time.
Where they collided, there was even a roaring wind. The gravel powder that was originally shot with the broken pillar and was not as fast as the middle-aged man was blown away by this strong wind.
The Hefeng family's Julingqi will be different, and the Wang family's Julingqi will have an additional kind of "service spirit".
Can strengthen oneself by eating spiritual bodies.
This man has been riddled with evil spirits. His energy and physique seem to have been practiced for decades. Even if Zhang Lingyu performs the Golden Light Curse with this punch, many holes will appear in his body if he is hit!
But after all, he couldn't fly. He was still facing Ji Xing. As Ji Xing's feet tilted even more, his body quickly fell down. But at the same time, there was already a middle-aged man with a grudge and that hair. The gray old lady was attacking from the left and right!
As people say, when things go wrong, there must be a monster. The old lady who seems to be frail may be more dangerous, but at this moment Ji Xing still chooses to face her.
This is indeed a trap.
The middle-aged man grinned when he saw this. Not only did he stop chasing Ji Xing, but he kicked off the ground and jumped a little away, as if to dodge something. The old lady suddenly turned around and gave her back to Ji Xing.
“Please Bai Daxian’er! Upper body~!”
A strange accent echoes.
A majestic and terrifying momentum came over.
People who practice cultivation are called strangers.
The practice of animals is called "spirit".
There is a lineage of Chumaxian in the Northeast, which cultivates the ability to gain strength from elves. Among them, the five major immortal families are the most respected.
And Bai Xian'er, whose scientific name is Hedgehog!
歘歘—
In an instant, countless sharp gray thorns bulged out from the old lady’s back, and exploded and spread out at the same time, covering Ji Xing like an overwhelming sky!
The gray thorns from Bai Xian'er, who has been practicing for thousands of years, have more penetrating power than bullets and can easily penetrate steel plates.
This thing really surprised Ji Xing. Chumaxian's lineage was killed by Ju Lingqian generals, and they should be respected by Shilao Guan Shihua. The Wang family actually has one, and they are not afraid of being eaten?
We are both from Northeastern China, why should we rush into each other? It really makes me feel like a hedgehog.
Then let’s start with you.
Ji Xing flipped his right hand and struck with the knife he borrowed from Feng Baobao at an angle - caressing and slashing!
Hum—the air vibrates!
A crescent moon was slashed out from the short blade, instantly doubling in energy.
Some gray thorns suddenly froze when they touched the crescent moon, and then split and exploded from the middle like bamboo, not even blocking the blade!
What kind of power is this? !
As soon as the old lady showed her face, her back was bleeding. She vomited out blood, and with the light of the crescent moon, she cut open the second-floor pavilion for dozens of meters, and then she fell to the ground, soaked in a pool of blood!
“Old Mrs. Qi?!”
“What is that? Wu Wangjian?!”
"Impossible! There are still young people practicing swords in this era? They still use that kind of small kitchen knife. How can it be so powerful?!"
"Fourteen." Ji Xing's movements did not stop at all. While part of the gray thorns were cut open, he walked through them. There were two sounds of clothes being ripped, and he avoided all the gray thorns.
Most of the Gray Thorns shot into the wall, and one of them was intercepted by Ji Xing's hook.
After whining and spinning in mid-air for several times, it was kicked far away by the spinning Ji Xing. Its speed was so fast that it even made a whistling sound that tore the air!
Someone wanted to intercept him, but after kicking the gray thorn, Ji Xing also fell back to the first floor. He stepped on the ground with a rumble and at the same time, he was kicked out.
“Don’t be distracted!”
“Leave it to the old man and the others over there!”
“Don’t let him get close to you easily! Trap him to death!”
With a few shouts, a senior member of the Wang family with a stern appearance opened his hands into claws, and a twisted ghost rose behind him.
For the Wang family who mastered the spirit service, most of the ghosts obtained by the spirit warriors were eaten by them to strengthen themselves, and the few remaining ones had some special abilities.
This ghost was once a famous poison master during his lifetime!
It flew and intercepted in front of Ji Xing, opened its mouth wide, and sprayed out a mouthful of purple mist. The mist spread very quickly and wrapped around Ji Xing in the shape of a hemisphere with a diameter of several meters. However, Ji Xing just swung his blade and wiped out the mist. The spirit and the poisonous mist split into two parts at the same time.
But at the same time, more attacks were coming, making him fly and dodge.
On the other side, the gray thorn kicked by Ji Xing pierced the ink ball wrapping the demon and also pierced the demon's body. However, this kind of injury healed instantly for the three corpses, but it made the embarrassed demon burst out with an even more ferocious aura!
The missing ink ball was completely torn apart by its demonic claws. When it was freed, it flapped its wings and came to Wang Ai as if it were leaping through space. Its claws scratched Wang Ai's head.
—
There was a sound of gold and iron, and a red light barrier blocked the sharp claws. The transmitted power still made Wang Ai roll and get out.
“Father!” The two sons shouted in shock, not daring to stop splashing ink towards the demon.
"I'm fine!" Wang Ai stood up and shouted, his eyes swept in the distance, and he roared: "Girl Qi was killed, and the little **** still hid his sword skills." The attack of this three corpses almost shattered my magic weapon in one go. The anger is so heavy, the number one college student? Sure enough, it’s not a good thing! ’
“Boss and Fourth! Stop dividing your efforts and let him use martial arts to attack Qimen! Let’s seal the three corpses with all our strength!”
In the recent collision, in order to prevent Ji Xing from using his martial arts skills, the father and son had been covering a few hundred meters in radius with Qi, turning the vast land into their canvas, and constantly changing the direction of the Qi flow. This makes it difficult for Ji Xing to set up a strange pattern, but of course it also affects his own moves at the same time.
After hearing the order, the aura of the father and son returned to stability. The demon took the opportunity to break away from the attack and pounced on Wang Ai. As he swung his claws, Wang Ai grabbed his wrist with one hand, tearing the earth apart in the struggle.
It will be more than 70 years after being detained, and the spirit that Wang Zhi has taken is difficult to count. The short body is hidden in the extremely powerful cricket, and the outbreak of glory is also as deep as ink!
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When the demon's other claw was clasped by the other hand, it opened its mouth and stuck out its tongue to stab. The long tongue like a spear was once again blocked by Wang Ai's magic weapon, and once again Wang Ai flew out spinning.
But at the same time, two chains made of ink wrapped around his body from two directions, tightening the demon's wings and legs and locking him to the ground!
“Shen Tu-the Immortal Binding Rope!”
The demon roared silently and struggled, but could not escape its grasp. Wang Ai rushed back in time, and his two sons also rushed towards this side, drawing with three brushes in the air.
“Shen Tu-Death Bell!”
—
A huge ink-colored bell crashed down, and the reverberation chamber blocked out all the breath of the three demon corpses.
“Hmph—” Wang Ai snorted and exhaled: “Successfully sealed... Come and see the magic of my Wang family, you little bastard...”
He looked to the other side, but his expression suddenly froze, his pupils shrank sharply, and the faces of his two sons also had a look of surprise.
“Wang He!”
Ji Xingzheng's shoulder blades were arched back, his arms were retracted to his chest, and he used a weird posture to avoid a punch from Wang He, one of the middle-aged men who were haunted by resentful spirits. He grabbed his arm and clicked it into a weird shape.
The broken white bones even pierced the flesh, flesh and clothes, making it look tragic.
Wang He's scream was naturally very loud, but Ji Xing quickly pushed his arm and hit his chest with his elbow. The golden light exploded and directly shattered all of Wang He's internal organs, freeing him and the resentful spirit!
This move is very strange. Wang Ai has never seen it before, but he is not shocked by it.
When Ji Xing single-handedly killed Wang He, everyone else was retreating to keep distance. Only sporadic attacks tried to stop him, but Wang Ai was not surprised by this.
What shocked him was the other three corpses lying near Ji Xing!
"There are 10 left." The lifeless Wang He fell beside him. Ji Xing finished counting and looked in the direction of Wang Ai: "We just killed a third of them, are the demons gone? It's normal. Those three should be the most Strong, after all, it’s just a three corpse.”
The fierce fighting subsided briefly.
The 12 people who originally besieged Ji Xing now had only 7 left, and they all retreated a long distance away. Their faces were hard and ugly, and they stared at Ji Xing heavily. "What happened?! Is it his martial arts skills?!" Wang Ai's unbelievable roar sounded from the distance again, and the man was approaching at high speed.
That is the top expert of his Wang family. In the alien world, one is worth a hundred, and some are even equipped with magic weapons. It only took half a minute to seal three corpses with all his strength, and four died? !
Is Li He killing the chicken? !
Five people died, which was Wang Ai’s expected loss tonight, but the target he wanted to kill only had some torn clothes and was not even injured!
Five of them have died!
"No, I haven't seen the moves before. There are some shadows of martial arts from various schools, and there seems to be some things from Western schools and island schools." An old man from the Wang family said with difficulty: "It should be a fusion of the self-created techniques of each school, old man, Your judgment is correct. With his spirit, my Wang family will be ten times more prosperous! But tonight... it's really a bit dangerous.
We can't let him get close. No matter who among us is close to him... he will almost die! "
If you stick close to your body, you will die? !
Handmade? Homemade again? !
It’s not enough to create a wonderful martial art at such a young age, how about creating another powerful martial art? !
Actually, this is not something new that Ji Xing created in the world under one person, but something that he has never used and is the best at!
Taijiquan? Golden bell? Buddhist Kung Fu?
Some of them he has been exposed to before, and some are new to Baidu in the past two years.
But what Ji Xing is best at is, after all, the "Infinite Flow Fighting Technique" that was the foundation of Ke Xue's world!
He has never used those things in the world under one person, and he is not very willing to use them. After all, using karate to knock down Tai Chi made him feel some weird feelings in his heart, even though he knew it was because of his karate. He has attainments of more than a hundred years, but Tai Chi only has two or three years.
But tonight is different, tonight he is killing people, fighting for life and death with the Wang family! There is no need to try your best at this time, it would be foolish to regret it!
To kill the old lady Bai Xian'er, he used old man Yamamoto's swordsmanship, and everything will follow.
Karate, Brazilian war dance, Israeli fighting skills, and the essence gained from immersing myself in traditional Chinese martial arts in the past two years.
People refer to the state of practicing a martial art to its peak as "Dacheng", but at this moment, Ji Xing, who is using all his skills, martial arts can no longer be described by it.
If I have to say it, it’s probably perfection?
Master Tian once told Lu Jin that he saw a mysterious "Tao Yun" in Ji Xing. In fact, he was wrong. Ji Xing was practicing martial arts at that time, and there was always a small one within 30 centimeters of his body. Due to the strange structure, Feng Shayan could not hit him no matter how she attacked him.
Now, Ji Xing really has Tao Yun.
He had a vague feeling that in this state of full combat power, if his Qi could accumulate to the level as pure and deep as the old Celestial Master, then he would really be able to 'ascend'! Although I still don’t know what the ascension of this world is like.
He just stood there, but the aura on his body seemed to blend into the heaven and earth.
"Young people are terrible." The old man surnamed Liu played with four iron galls with both hands and said hoarsely: "I have spent my whole life on these four things, and I have not mastered them yet. But you have mastered Dacheng Martial Arts like drinking water. Not only in China, , you even learned about foreign things.
But it would not be bad if I could die in your hands. Maybe a hundred years later, after you ascend, many people will remember our background. This can be regarded as leaving a name in history, right? "
"Liu Tiedan!" Wang Ai shouted: "Ascension? Why ascend? Even if there is someone who can ascend, it must be a descendant of my Wang family who has captured his spirit!"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Wang, then let's... continue!" The iron guts buzzed like a piercing sound.
At the same time, Wang Ai and his son also splashed ink, and the ink rendered the land towards Ji Xing, and countless black grass grew up and twined towards Ji Xing.
Ji Xing spun his body, dodged two iron shots, and at the same time stepped out with both feet, cutting all the black grass with a pop, and raised a palm to deflect the silver needle shot from the other end.
Just as he was about to concentrate his strength to attack one more person, a strange and bone-chilling sense of crisis came over him!
His eyes narrowed, and he turned to an iron gall that had been dodged, and saw it explode with a roar, and a magnificent shock wave, fire, and shrapnel came all at once!
This is not a skill or a hidden weapon.
But a large amount of explosives!
Ji Xing was blown up and was thrown into the air. He was hit by countless attacks in the air. The Wang family, who had lost their momentum, suddenly regained their full strength at this moment!
This is something they have planned for a long time.
In this land, private possession and private manufacture of gunpowder is a serious crime, especially for the foreign family. Anyone can peel off a few layers of their skin, but when it comes to life and death, who cares whether they are guilty or not? !
More than five people were killed or wounded, use gunpowder to attack!
Ji Xing really didn't expect this trick, but his strong strength and keen perception allowed him to deal with various emergencies in time, unless the Wang family has the ability to shoot a missile here.
When he noticed something strange, he used a golden bell to protect his body. The golden bell was shattered by the impact and his body flew into the air. However, he rolled over like a civet. He avoided most of the shrapnel with precise movements and swatted his palms to meet the attack. The figure moved around in bursts of smoke and dust, shooting out like an arrow!
The old man surnamed Liu showed a trace of bitterness on his face: "You can't even do this? Mr. Wang, I have repaid your kindness!"
咚—
His body was like rags flying around.
Ji Xing turned around and said, “There are nine left.”
Wang Ai roared: "He is injured! The Wang family, join forces and use Shentu! Lock him up!"
Like a gambler who is about to lose all his chips, staring at the spot where Ji Xing’s thigh was scratched by shrapnel, shouting that he still has a chance to make a comeback!
Then the impact and roar continued, and the water park gradually collapsed and was destroyed.
…
Before the battle, Wang Bing was sent into the room by Wang Ai and sealed, unable to go out.
Hearing the roar outside, Wang Bing naturally had no intention of sleeping. He wondered what was happening outside. With so many powerful elders from the clan coming, could it be that they were... at war with the Lu family?
It's not because I scolded that old guy Lu Ci in the evening, right?
Thinking of this, he really blamed himself for three seconds, but it was only three seconds. He lay on the bed with his legs crossed and listened to the sounds outside.
My Wang family is invincible in the world, and the Lu family is seeking death!
He was leisurely until the ground cracked, revealing his fright and he fell down the stairs.
“Bah, bah, bah—what’s going on?!”
Rubbing his bruised shoulders with some annoyance, he climbed out of the ruins and looked around. He immediately noticed some white hair under the bricks and the dilapidated water park.
Swallowing his saliva, he walked over and dug up the soil: "Qi, Grandma Qi...is dead?!"
With a panicked look on his face, he walked away tremblingly: "Grandpa! Grandpa! What happened?! Are you there?!"
No one responded, but Wang Bing soon found another body.
“Third uncle…third uncle!”
“Grandpa Chen?”
“Teacher Feng...is dead?!”
“A nightmare, right? It must be a nightmare!”
Wang Bing ran wildly: "Great grandpa! Great grandpa! Wake me up quickly!"
Hunted until he reached the original exit of the water park, he finally found Wang Ai, but the panic in his eyes seemed to overflow.
I saw Wang Ai's forehead bleeding profusely, lying softly on the ground, breathing rapidly and weakly.
Not far away, on the opposite side, his uncle and fourth grandfather were each grabbed by the neck and half-lifted in the air. They were already dead, with black and red tears still flowing on their pale faces.
The owner of those two hands was also very familiar to Wang Bing: "Li He... Li He? Damn it! What kind of dream is this?! I shouldn't have such a dream!"
He let out a cry and started to kill Ji Xing like crazy, but he heard Wang Ai calling out.
“Bing’er! Come here, don’t go!”
He paused in his steps and turned back slowly.
“Tai, great grandpa…”
"Come here, Bing'er." Wang Ai sat up. Although his face was covered with blood, he still smiled kindly.
Wang Bin walked over tremblingly and heard Wang Ai say: "Let you young people stop looking at Ju Ling Qian General, who can be achieved quickly, and learn from the ancestral skills of our Wang family. You see, Ju Ling Qian General is of no use to him. In the end, you have to rely on God.
Using life as a sacrifice, blood as ink, and cooperating with Uncle Feng and Grandpa Qin, we were finally able to restrain his actions for a short time and buy us time to escape. "
Wang Bing turned around blankly, and then noticed that Li He's body did have some black and red colors, especially his arms and legs. It seemed that only his head could move and he could only blink his eyes.
“He can’t move? I’m going to kill him!”
"Baby!" Wang Ai called again: "No, with your Qi, he can break through that thing in an instant. Will you die? Are you afraid of death?"
"I, I, I'm not... not afraid..." Wang Bing turned pale and stammered: "Dream, there is something scary in the dream..."
Wang Ai smiled, stretched out his hand and said: "That's right, my baby is not afraid of death, but it's not time for you to die, my great grandfather, this old bone, can die. I will use the same method to seal him in a while. Even longer, you can run as far as you want and seek shelter wherever you go."
"me…"
“Be good, let me touch your head again.”
Wang Bing’s face was stained with runny nose and tears. Hearing this, he slowly crouched over and said, “This is not true… This is definitely not true…”
Click—!
With a crisp sound, Wang Bing's neck was directly twisted by Wang Ai, and he died in horror and shock!
The affectionate scene of licking the calf suddenly disappeared, and Wang Bing’s spirit emerged from the corpse, with eyes filled with disbelief: “Sure enough... it really was a dream...”
"It's not a dream, baby..." Wang Ai's expression became ferocious under the blood stain: "You know the family motto of my Wang family! Never take the spirit of blood relatives!
Feng Tianyang, who created Ju Ling Qian Jiang, was caught and interrogated by my father. He honestly offered up Ju Ling Qian General to beg for mercy, and promised not to pass on the complete Ju Ling Qian General to the descendants of the Feng family. What they had was an incomplete version. But Feng Tianyang has no good intentions!
Serve the spirit, serve the spirit, the spirit of blood relatives is the greatest tonic. The deeper the blood connection, the more compatible the souls are. He wants our Wang family to kill each other!
Humph, ridiculous, such a little trick? In the past few decades, there has been no case of anyone in our Wang family killing each other!
But this time, I, Wang Ai, must make an exception. Li He must go to **** with us! "
He stretched out his hand and caught Wang Bing's spirit in his hand. His fear, despair and disbelief became the nourishment for his spirit. Wang Ai was half crying and half laughing: "Hate me, my dear, my love for you is actually all for today." Just to eat you!"
——
Wang Bing’s spirit was swallowed and chewed by him. Wang Ai’s aura was uncertain, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be slowly smoothed away by a magical force.
"Have you ever thought that Feng Tianyang's real purpose is to make your Wang family's humanity become more and more inferior when you resist the temptation of taking the spirit of blood relatives?" Ji Xing said from the opposite side.
“Even if we have resisted the temptation of blood relatives, what problems can we, the Wang family, have? All other problems are other people’s problems!”
Wang Ai stopped swallowing, then continued to chew, and said ferociously: "Really? Who knows? Come with me to **** and ask him!"
Buzz - The strengthened spirit left the body and looked twenty years younger. Wang Aiyu used his own spirit and rushed straight towards Ji Xing!
As soon as Ji Xing's body passed by, his soul launched an attack, but suddenly stopped in the air.
“You…your soul…”
Snapped-
Ji Xing's hand broke free from the **** ink and smashed Wang Ai's chest with a palm from the air, leaving him and Wang Bing's body to lie together.
He turned back to look at Wang Ai's spirit, which was unwilling to be destroyed and disappeared, and said: "Your baby had a chance to live, but I am the God of Death."
It is difficult to write without a reference, and fighting is still Siyang's weak point. It took a whole day to write this 7k, please vote, I'm tired.
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