Chapter 257 Beheading another person
It took another ten days to pass. At this time, the realm of the thin monkey has been stabilized, and Zhao Ning has also successfully established the foundation and is stabilizing the realm.
Now that there are two more Jianji subordinates, Wang Hong has no worries. This time he took the initiative to issue a letter of challenge to the Gao family.
After all, the Gao family is a family with two middle-stage foundation-building monks, and they quickly accepted Wang Hong's challenge.
This time, Gao Rong, the patriarch of the Gao family, went out in person, and made some targeted preparations according to the characteristics of Wang Hong's last life-and-death fight.
As soon as Gao Rong stepped into the ring, he sacrificed a high-grade spiritual weapon handed down from his family, which was a defensive spiritual weapon made from tortoise shell.
This spiritual weapon can be dispersed into thirty-six small pieces to surround the whole body, or it can be combined into a whole piece to block one direction.
Gao Rong adopted a steady style of play in the mid-term of foundation establishment, not seeking meritorious deeds, but seeking to be free from faults.
He was going to rely on his higher realm and deeper magic power to grind Wang Hong to death slowly.
Wang Hong wanted to defeat Gao Rong on the premise of not revealing other methods, but it really took some twists and turns.
"jingling!"
Wang Hong held a long spear, and fought with the attacking spirit weapon and defensive spirit weapon offered by the opponent.
The spirit weapon handed down by the Gao family is indeed powerful. Thirty-six tortoise shells surround him, which can defend against attacks from any direction.
Whenever Wang Hong tried his best to break through from a certain point, his thirty-six tortoise shells would quickly combine together and become indestructible.
Gao Rong's defense was like a tortoise, even though Wang Hong was beating him outside, he was as stable as Mount Tai.
At the same time, a mid-grade flying sword was unhurriedly harassing Wang Hong, trying to make Wang Hong consume more mana.
As long as Wang Hong's magic power is exhausted, what awaits him is Gao Rong's stormy counterattack.
However, after the two sides fought like this for half an hour, Wang Hong still seemed to have enough energy, and he didn't appear to be short of mana.
If it is an ordinary foundation-building early-stage monk, he should have run out of mana long ago.
Actually, Wang Hong's magic power is stronger than Gao Rong's.
His sea of dantian is larger than that of ordinary mid-stage foundation-building monks, although it has caused him to progress slowly and consume more resources.
But its benefits are also obvious. Needless to say, its foundation is deep, and its mana is several times stronger than that of monks of the same level.
At this time, Wang Hong was thinking about whether to hide some strength. It is not a good thing for all his details to be known.
Wang Hong attacked a few more times, his face began to turn pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and the power of the attack was not as fast as before, showing that his mana was exhausted.
I saw him use a long spear to block the flying sword in front of him, and the breakthrough figure retreated a few feet away.
Then he took out a bottle of spirit wine, opened the bottle cap and put it in his mouth.
How could Gao Rong, who was experienced in martial arts, make Wang Hong fulfill his wish, and hurriedly urged the flying sword to quickly stab at Wang Hong.
Wang Hong's body turned into an afterimage, and he flew back to the right along the edge of the ring. He seemed to insist that he must drink the spirit wine in his mouth before giving up.
Gao Rong didn't care about defense at this time, and walked around the edge of the ring from one side, preparing to intercept Wang Hong's retreat.
Fei Jian, who was chasing in the air, and Gao Rong, who was intercepting, approached Wang Hong together, ready to complete their work in one battle.
The audience in the audience were deeply impressed by Gao Rong's fighting strategy.
"Sure enough, Jiang is still old and hot. This Gao Rong is indeed an old fox."
Cultivators fight with each other, and when the difference in strength between the two is not too much, it is not necessarily the strength of the battle that determines the outcome.
This has something to do with the monk's fighting experience and the strategies he adopts.
Of course, if the difference in strength is too large, the so-called strategy will hardly work if the strength is below the absolute strength.
Seeing Wang Hong was about to be stopped by himself, and then beheaded by Feijian on the spot, a sneer appeared on the corner of Gao Rong's mouth.
At this moment, completely ignoring the flying sword that had already been cut from behind, he held a long spear in both hands, and stabbed at Gao Rong's chest.
Gao Rong did not expect that Wang Hong would use such a style of play, which was close to killing each other.
However, it was too late for him to defend at this time. In order to effectively intercept Wang Hong, he scattered the thirty-six pieces of tortoise shells very far away from each other.
In desperation, he only had time to mobilize three or five pieces of tortoise shells to defend in front of him.
The spear in Wang Hong's hand spun rapidly, and all the tortoise shells it touched flew out.
Gao Rong realized at this moment that he might have been fooled, and quickly backed away, but how could his speed compare to Wang Hong.
I saw a black spear coming out from between several pieces of tortoise shells like a swimming dragon. As soon as the tortoise shells touched the spear, they were bounced off one after another.
Then there was a pain in my heart, my vision became blurred, and my consciousness gradually sank into darkness.
Before he died, he could only vaguely see that his flying sword was about to stab into Wang Hong's back.
But it seemed that he encountered resistance, and as his consciousness dissipated, the flying sword fell to the ground.
Wang Hong pulled out his spear, and Gao Rong's body fell heavily on the ground.
Then it was his proficiency in touching and destroying corpses. Gao Rong, the head of the Gao family, was completely wiped out and disappeared from this world.
Wang Hong finished packing Gao Rong's belongings, including the tortoise shell spirit weapon handed down by the Gao family. He was very satisfied with this defensive spirit weapon.
During this process, Wang Hong always showed a post-war collapsed look.
Because he discovered that another mid-stage foundation-building cultivator of the Gao family was also watching the battle below.
This old boy argued a lot of truths with him last time here, and then he left in humiliation.
He wanted to show an opportunity to lure the old man in the middle stage of foundation establishment to challenge him, so as to take the opportunity to kill the old man.
However, the performance of the old man disappointed him. After seeing the death of Patriarch Gao Rong, the old man didn't even say a word of cruelty, and left without expression.
Seeing this, Wang Hongda was disappointed, feeling as if he had punched cotton.
Wang Hong returned to his house, took out Gao Rong's belongings and counted them.
He discovered that Gao Rong, as the head of the family, had nothing in his storage bag except for a small bottle of spirit wine and a healing pill, not even half a spirit stone.
Fortunately, I also picked up a high-grade defensive spiritual weapon and a mid-grade flying sword from Gao Rong, otherwise it would have been a waste of work.
What he didn't know was that before Gao Rong went to the battle, he had already negotiated with the clan and made two-handed preparations. It would go without saying if he won.
Once he is defeated, another old man in the middle stage of foundation establishment will take over the position of Patriarch.
No one is allowed to fight Wang Hong on the stage of life and death again, to preserve the strength of the family, in order to make a comeback in the future.
And took multiple security measures, leaving a safe retreat for the family.
Cultivation families like theirs, which have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, have experienced ups and downs and experienced countless winds and rains. Naturally, they will not completely fall down because of a single failure.
(end of this chapter)