Chapter 438 The battle before the end
Huang Man'er didn't expect that Han Diao Temple would attack him suddenly. Seeing several entangled red threads circling towards him, Huang Man'er took half a step back, unable to dodge in time, suddenly a mass of clear sword light appeared Blooming in front of the body, the entangled red threads were instantly engulfed by the white light, and the rapid and crisp sounds sounded one after another, and the scattered red threads bloomed into a coquettish and bright red flower in the clear sword light.
"Jian Jiuhuang!"
As the safflower withered and the sword light dissipated, Han Diaosi looked at an old man in ragged clothes flying from the forest, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"Take it~!" Lao Huang tiptoed to the ground, floated to Xu Fengnian, raised his hand, the red flower burst completely, and the glazed sword with light blue streamer flew back to his side, holding it in his hand, "Little prince, are you okay?" Bar?"
Huang Man'er shook his head, gratefully said: "Thank you, Lao Huang."
Lao Huang felt relieved and said annoyedly, "Young Master, the man in the forest is already at the peak of Xuan Dian, he was seriously injured and jumped into the river and fled along the waterway after being hit by my sword six thousand miles away."
"Do you know where that person came from?" Xu Fengnian said in a deep voice.
Old Huang pondered: "It seems that the man's outfit is from Bei Mang. Bei Mang pointed out that there are not many masters at the peak of Xuan, so you can find out when you look back."
Beimang
"Wang Xianzhi said that besides Han Diao Temple, people from Beimang also participated in the murder of my mother." Xu Fengnian's face sank, and he clenched the two knives in his hands.
"Is he also one of the murderers?" Lao Huang looked surprised, raised his sword and walked back, "No, I have to chase him back."
"He already refers to the master of Xuan Dianfeng, and I'm afraid he has run far away now." Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "Let's deal with Han Diaosi and Zhao Kai first, as for that person. I will go north in the future and go to Beimang to avenge myself .”
Lao Huang nodded and looked at Han Diao Temple, which was confronting Zhou Ji. The terrifying coercion originating from the Land of Gods made him return to Wudi City in the East China Sea in a daze. people fear.
"Master, this level of fighting with gods is no longer something we can participate in." Lao Huang fought against Wang Xianzhi twice, and he was very aware of the gap between himself and these land gods. He stood in front of Xu Fengnian and said in a deep voice: " In the current situation, if the fight is not affected by them, it is our greatest help to Young Master Zhou."
"I just don't know what Lao Zhou is waiting for, and why Han Diao Temple is allowed to climb the realm, but he doesn't interrupt it." Speaking of this, Xu Fengnian realized that Han Diao Temple was going against the sea of Qi and burning his blood, and frowned: " Han Diao Temple is clearly going to do his best, Lao Zhou is not trying to delay time, let him blow himself up, right?"
"How can a master's duel be as simple as the young master thinks?" Lao Huang stroked his messy gray beard and said in a low voice, "Han Diao Temple has entered the land fairyland, and on the surface, Mr. Zhou is still calm and breezy. It looks like this, but all the energy is locked on Han Diaosi.
The two seem to be facing each other in the same place, but in fact, their aura keeps changing, making it impossible for the other party to catch them. Once one party makes a slight omission, it will usher in a shocking blow. At their level, any slight advantage or passivity will determine the final outcome of the battle."
"Why don't you say that we are in a confrontation of ideas?"
When Zhou Ji heard Lao Huang running the train with his mouth full of mouth, his eyelids twitched, and he gave him a helpless glance. Lao Huang shrank his shoulders, showed a bright smile full of creases, and said weakly: "I just said it casually." .”
However, at the moment when Zhou Ji turned around, endless red threads whizzed from behind Han Diao Temple as if covering the sky and covering the sun, and the light blue zhenqi barrier ushered in the violent storm, as if the sky was covered with red. The rain of blood, the transparent body protection qi is a calm water surface full of ripples.
Han Diaosi hides himself in the red silk, his body shape remains unchanged, but his aura is inextricably differentiated, as if he can strike from any place at any time, and he can also leave from any place at any time.
This kind of intricate feeling gives people a kind of contradictory movement.
Zhou Ji looked indifferent, and pointed, a sword sounded from the void, Han Diao Temple faintly felt something was wrong, looked up, and saw a brilliant thunder crashing down.
Early when Han Diao Temple decided to retrograde the air sea and break through the land fairyland, he was already prepared to face the backlash of heaven and earth, but he didn't expect that the thunder that Zhou Ji summoned casually would have such power.
The red silk all over the sky was struck by the lightning, and the arc spread along the silk thread, and the attack, which was dense like a torrential rain, stagnated for a moment.
Just this momentary leak of the air machine was blocked by Zhou Ji.
Another sword cry came, and Han Diaosi remembered that the imperial court had investigated Zhou Ji's every attack, and knew that the third sound must not be heard, so he leaned forward and turned into a red streamer and crashed into Zhou Ji, with five fingers hooked and clawed. , Stretching towards the vine in Zhou Ji's hand, the other hand hidden in the sleeve wrapped with fine red thread followed like a sharp knife, stabbing Zhou Ji's shoulder.
Right at this moment, the second thunder struck.
Han Diaosi originally planned to restrain Zhou Ji and let him be struck by lightning at the same time, so that he could share the damage from the thunder and make the opponent take care of himself so that he would not use the most powerful third lightning strike.
It's a pity that what Han Diao Temple didn't expect was Zhou Ji's entry-level kung fu method, which is to subdue demons and control thunder. The martial arts are prevalent here, and he cultivates immortals
Common knowledge about martial arts is not applicable to the immortal way. When the thunder fell, Zhou Ji stretched out his hand to grab the blue arc, like holding an invisible sword, and slashed at his sharp claws stretching towards the vines.
Dare to slam my wife and cut off your paw!
Han Diaosi suddenly withdrew his left hand, and stretched out his other right hand wrapped in red thread, passing under Zhou Ji's arm holding the arc, from bottom to top, stabbing Zhou Ji's throat.
Cultivated to forcibly leap into the land gods, it is a pity that the perception of each level is missing, and the moves are still similar to before, not as good as the real land gods.
When Zhou Ji started his time-traveling journey, he filled in the shortcomings of boxing and kicking kung fu in advance. With the already superb lightness kung fu and agility, what he is least afraid of is close combat with people.
Out of the corner of his vision, he saw a little red light piercing his throat. Zhou Ji took a step back, broke free from the lock of Han Diao Temple's air mechanism, waved away Han Diao Temple's three thousand red silk, moved sideways the same five-fingered hook claw, and grabbed Han Diao Temple instead. On Diao Si's right arm, majestic zhenqi spewed out from the palm, and the five fingers pulled back.
The extremely sharp and slender red silk strips broke, directly peeling off the red silk implanted deep in the flesh and blood of Han Diao Temple.
Three thousand red threads were lost by half in a blink of an eye.
Accompanied by a muffled cry of pain, Han Diaosi let go of the thin red silk in Zhou Ji's hand, retreated a few feet, glanced ferociously at the right arm covered with fine blood holes, and endless power of heaven and earth poured into it , blood spurted out, turning into strips of red threads condensed by blood.
Zhou Ji let go of the red silk in his hand with some disgust, raised his eyes and looked at Han Diao Temple to dispatch the power of heaven and earth, the third sword sound sounded, and the century-old mana turned into a purple thunderbolt as thick as a hugging tree, blasting and killing Han Diao Temple past.
Seeing that the third thunderstorm is coming.
Han Diaosi opened his arms, half bloodshot and half red thread intertwined in front of his body. The red thread was soaked in blood, making it look more lively; the blood blended into the red thread, adding a bit of coquettishness.
Han Diaosi raised his outstretched arms high, a three-foot sword with a red line, like a comet sweeping its tail, soared into the sky, and slammed into the thunder of the demon **** descending from the sky.
Boom~!
The Han Diao Temple under the bombardment of the Lightning Lightning Snake, not only all the clothes were turned into ashes, but also the flesh and blood were quickly disintegrated.
"Master Master!"
The rain was pouring down, and Zhao Kai, who had swung Xu Weixiong's red chi sword, was in a state of confusion when he saw this scene. He subconsciously wanted to rush over, but was stabbed into the shoulder by the sword, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched.
Huang Man'er stood up to block Zhao Kai's palm, buried his head and slammed into his chest, Zhao Kai's cultivation was only second rank, how dare he carry Huang Man'er's diamond-level body, stomped on his toes, and flew away a few steps. When he landed, he saw Xu Fengnian standing in front of him holding two sabers.
The Three Shocking Lightning Technique of Subduing Demons and Resisting Thunder is designed to overcome the evil spirits of the Han clan. Although Han Diao Temple is not a demon, his hands are **** and he has long been abandoned by heaven.
Because he was worried about being backlashed by heaven and earth, and even his realm was always suppressed in the Zhixuan Realm, he did not dare to break through the sky. Now, the retrograde Qi Sea forced his way into the Land Immortal Realm, and was knocked down from the Land Immortal by the Three Thunderbolts. The Qi Sea collapsed and burned his blood. , Vitality is like a dying candle in the wind.
Flesh and flesh dissolve, all five senses are lost, and even pain becomes numb.
In the darkness, Han Diao Temple seemed to see a light.
It was an ordinary rural village, and he was just an ordinary **** standing behind the big master who was traveling in micro-clothes.
The life in the court made him only remember the eunuch's eunuch, but he forgot that he was still a 'human'.
It wasn't until being invited by a woman of the same humble status to sit down and have a meal together that the gray world finally had vivid colors.
Those rough meals are still fresh in my memory these years.
Even after knowing his **** status, the woman's attitude did not change at all.
As the most common **** in the palace, observing words and demeanor has long been the foundation of his life. From the clear and pure eyes of the woman, he did not see sympathy and pity, but only saw equality and respect for everyone.
This respect made him deeply engraved in his heart. Unfortunately, when he saw the woman again, the woman had died of illness, and the light in front of him dimmed. There was only a five or six-year-old child standing alone in the darkness, at a loss.
"Master Master!"
It seemed to hear a familiar call.
The **** and **** Han Diaosi slowly raised his head.
Obviously the five senses have been lost with the dissolution of flesh and blood, Han Diaosi still seemed to feel something, and raised his arms instinctively.
The red thread on the left arm has been completely melted by Three Jinglei, and even the remaining flesh and blood can no longer gather into a thread.
Han Diaosi waved forward blankly.
There is no red silk, no flesh and blood.
He still has a nearly exhausted soul.
A strand of invisible silk protruded from Han Diaosi's body, and slowly extended forward. The four brothers of the Xu family also noticed Han Diaosi's actions. Rush towards Han Diao Temple.
Zhao Kai covered his shoulders and vaguely felt a gentle breeze blowing by his side, and then as if being entangled in something, his feet left the ground and flew uncontrollably to the river.
Flying upside down in mid-air, Zhao Kai looked at the **** Han Diao Temple. The moment the sword was attached to his body, Han Diao Temple, who was completely ecstatic, lowered his head and opened his mouth slightly, as if he was saying something.
Outside the mountain forest by the river, a beautiful figure with a spear jumped up and stopped Zhao Kai from retreating. In an instant, the gun swept across and knocked him back to the shore from the center of the river.
Zhao Kai was caught off guard, and was hit by the huge force carried by the gun body. He stood up against the churning blood, but saw the master's head rolling down not far from his feet, and the red chi sword that pierced the master's chest was also captured by Xu Wei. The bear pulled out slowly and pointed at himself from a distance.
Zhao Kai's pupils shrank suddenly, unable to suppress the churning blood, he spat out a mouthful of blood while clutching his chest, and staggered towards Han Diao Temple.
"Master?" "Master?"
Zhao Kai called Han Diao Temple softly, but he never got a response.
The experience of being led into the capital by the master's little hand and stepping into the long court of the imperial palace is vivid in my memory.
It seems that Han Diaosi's smiling teachings are still echoing in his ears, teaching him how to fight for opportunities and how to create opportunities.
Stopping beside Han Diaosi's corpse, Zhao Kai turned to look at Zhou Ji, his eyes filled with unwillingness and hatred.
Unwilling because he met Zhou Ji in Shujiang, and even got "encouragement" from Zhou Ji; however, when he assassinated Xu Fengnian, Zhou Ji blocked him everywhere, and now he even killed his great master.
"Why." Zhao Kai asked the reason with a ferocious expression.
Zhou Ji frowned slightly, and explained the misunderstanding clearly. The expression on Zhao Kai's face changed from anger to loss, from loss to bewilderment. Finally, he looked at Xu Weixiong, who was holding a red chinchilla with cold eyes, and was stabbed when he reached out to touch his shoulder. that sword.
"So. I misunderstood everything?" Zhao Kai lowered his head and murmured. He raised his eyes and smiled at Xu Weixiong. Drawing his sword across his throat, he took half a step back with cold eyes.
Even in the face of death, I am still moved by myself.
Zhou Ji shook his head, and two clusters of flames protruded from his fingers, and under the blessing of true energy, they quickly burned up the two corpses, turning into fly ash and buried in this slightly desolate mountain forest.
When he turned around, he saw the four brothers and sisters of the Xu family standing side by side in front of him, saluting him in unison. Zhou Ji wanted to step forward to help him up, but seeing the tears and stubbornness in their eyes, he couldn't help sighing softly. , standing in place and truthfully received their great gift.
Although Han Diaosi died, the vengeance of his mother's murder has not yet been avenged.
After thanking Zhou Ji, the four Xu family siblings stood by the river looking at the flying ash and looked up at the sky. Xu Fengnian turned to look at the two sisters and Huang Man'er, and said firmly, "When I return to the north Mu, I will go to Beimang again, and the remaining clues of the murderer are hidden in that land, and when I complete the real revenge, I will come back and take you home."
(Sorry for the long wait. The next chapter ends the slow-moving volume, and the next volume is about to write "The Beginning". Effect.)
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