Chapter five hundred and seventy eighth battle against the two strong
Long Jizu planned to fight Feng Shu to the death, and he did not hesitate to use the magical power of 'death kill' that would harm both sides.
Looking at Long Jizu's pale face after saying these four words, Feng said calmly: "In front of Feng, if you are allowed to successfully display your ultimate magical power, Feng will be the ancestor of the Feng clan."
Feng flicked his finger, and a black flame was like lightning, heading straight for Long Jizu's chopped sword, flicking the God of Fire's finger to strike death.
"bite"
A soft ding sound spread out, and the flames flickering from Vulcan's finger instantly impacted the side of the slashed sword, causing the fatal blow that was intended to lock Feng to suddenly change its trajectory.
Once the death blow was cast, even Long Jizu could not forcibly stop it. The ultimate magical power that changed the trajectory landed in the Long family's meeting hall in the blink of an eye.
boom!
There was a shocking roar, and a 10,000-meter-long sword light struck the meeting hall in an instant. The hall, which was as solid as acquired spiritual treasures, turned into ashes in an instant. In the thousands-mile-square city of death, smoke and dust filled the sky in an instant.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone could not help but look down. The square and square City of Death was split in half from the middle by the Death Kill. With the Assembly Hall as the center, it spread directly to the city walls on both sides.
Where the sword light fell, a huge trench appeared that was thousands of miles long, ten thousand meters wide, and a hundred meters deep.
With this deep trench as the center, the shock wave quickly spread to both sides, and all the buildings in the City of Death collapsed like dominoes.
The force of the finger of the Vulcan was just right, and when the sword light re-locked, no strong person on both sides, including the Long family and the Crocodile of Death, were lucky enough to escape this fatal blow.
It's just that the low-level disciples of the Long family are in bad luck. In a battle of this level, those who are not true gods or above cannot participate. Those below this level can only stop and watch on the ground.
Feng's finger of fire completely changed the fate of these low-level disciples. The death blow caused millions of Long family disciples to die unexpectedly, and they died at the hands of their ancestors.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Long Jizu felt extremely painful. He never thought that countless of his descendants would die in his own hands.
Long Jizu's face was bloodless, and his divine body was suspended in the air and shaking constantly. He still held the long sword in his hand and looked at Feng with eyes full of hatred.
After performing the ultimate death blow, Long Jizu had very little divine power left in his body. Now, he only relied on the little remaining power of his soul to barely keep his divine body suspended in the air. Even the most ordinary true god could easily
Kill him.
"The ancestor of the Wind Clan is not as strong as others. Long has nothing to say. However, it is absolutely impossible for me to wait for death. In this case, it is worth it to drag you to be buried with him."
Before Long Jizu finished speaking, his divine body expanded rapidly. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that he was about to self-destruct his divine body.
As a powerful Ancestral God, he would not choose to self-destruct even if he had a chance of survival, because doing so would mean that his soul would be destroyed, and even the chance of reincarnation would be deprived of him.
"Haha, Long Jizu, you still want to blow yourself up? With Feng here, it would be weird if you could still blow yourself up."
The figure flashed and came to the opposite side of Long Jizu in an instant. His right hand suddenly stretched out and punched Long Jizu's Dantian.
Poof!
Long Jizu's divine body was about to expand to the limit when Feng punched his Dantian. He immediately returned to its original form like a deflated rubber ball.
The other hand reached out and grabbed Long Jizu's neck. Looking at his face, his face immediately turned purple, his eyes were bulging, his mouth was wide open, and he couldn't say a word.
"Long Jizu, all your people are dead, and you are now a useless person. I believe that it is easy to repair Dantian with your ability. Just because you collude with the demons, I will kill you ten thousand times, but I
I won’t kill you, I hope you can take care of yourself.”
As soon as his hand was released, Long Jizu fell from the air to the ground. Although he was no longer in cultivation, he still retained the physique of the ancestral god. No matter how high he was, he could not be hit to death.
Feng and Huang are both the second step up to the third level of divine beasts. Their opponents are also of the same level of cultivation. In this battle, they were easily defeated or killed by them.
This is just like Lu Qingfeng. Although he is only a true god, the god king is no match for him. Even if he faces the ancestor god, he can escape unscathed.
With Feng Hehuang's talent, even a strong man on the fourth small level of the Ancestral God would not be able to get any benefit from them.
Long Jizu and Crocodile Sijue died. Many people from the Long family and Crocodile of Death saw that their ancestors were gone, and they suddenly lost their intention to fight again.
After losing the fighting spirit, it will be difficult to win again. The children of the Long family and the Crocodile of Death fled without a fight. At this time, a fierce pursuit battle was taking place in the sky.
The one who fought against Feng Piaopiao was a peak elder of the Dragon Family Divine Lord. His name was Long Guangming. As soon as the battle began, Feng Piaopiao took aim at this person and trembled directly with him.
"Hey, a junior from the Feng family, with a true godly cultivation, dares to fight against this elder? Do you think you are the same Lu Qingfeng who suffered a thousand blows?"
"Of course I am not Lu Qingfeng, and I am not as good as Lu Qingfeng, but you are not one of those people who died in his hands. You can only die in Feng's hands."
"That's not a small tone. I want to see how you kill me, elder!"
Long Guangming's weapon was different from others. What he held in his hand was a three-tinged sword. The blade was like a door panel and shone with an aqua blue light. It looked very scary.
Holding the Santing sword in both hands, he slashed at Feng Piaopiao's head with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain. Looking at the falling sword, Feng Piaopiao's figure swayed and disappeared immediately.
On the entire Meteor Planet, when it comes to speed, the Phoenix Clan is second. No race dares to say it is first. As the king of the sky, the Phoenix Clan is definitely proud of its speed.
Instantly appeared next to Long Guangming, the long sword in his hand suddenly lifted up from bottom to top, and went straight to the handle of the knife held in both hands.
Feng Piaopiao's speed was too fast, and the long sword had already been released. Long Guangming's broadsword still maintained its downward slashing momentum, and the sword just cut right into the hilt.
bass!
There was a sharp scream, and the Lingbao sword was immediately cut to the hilt, and an inch was cut diagonally in, leaving less than half connected together.
At the same time, the black divine fire on the long sword quickly spread to the Santing sword. Long Guangming's hands holding the sword were not spared, and were ignited by the divine fire at the same time.
oops!
Long Guangming screamed in fright, and hurriedly released his hands holding the sword. The Santing sword suddenly fell to the ground.
At this time, the divine fire on Long Guangming's hands had quickly spread to his arms. If he delayed any longer, he would be burned to ashes within a moment.
The water attribute divine power quickly condensed on both arms, and the divine power wrapped the skin, trying to block the burning of the divine power by burning the divine power.
How could Feng Piaopiao give him a chance to stop the divine fire from burning? The long sword she raised suddenly spun around, swung from top to bottom, and slashed away at Long Guangming's arms.
Puff!
Facing the slashing sword, Long Guangming's arms fell down without any surprise. The powerful Shenjun lost his arms and had no power of regeneration. Therefore, his combat effectiveness was naturally greatly reduced.
Long Guangming will never give up easily until the last moment. Besides, in such a battle, even if he gives in, it will not end well.
With his two hands gone, the burning divine fire was naturally extinguished. Long Guangming still had two legs, and he wanted to use them to fight Feng Piaopiao for the last time.
He quickly raised his left leg, aimed it at Feng Piao Piao's left ribs, and kicked him out hard. This kick almost used all his strength, and he wanted to kick the opponent to death.
Long Guangming's returning kick was as fast as lightning. Even with the speed of the wind, he could not avoid his life-threatening kick.
"Haha, if you, a junior from the Phoenix Clan, are kicked by me, even if you don't die, your divine body will be destroyed. If I don't understand you, please let your soul escape."
As soon as Long Guangming finished speaking, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a large piece of blood mist drifting away instantly. When he saw Huang standing outside the blood mist, his face suddenly turned pale.
Long Guangming knew that Huang's opponent was Crocodile Sijue, but Huang was still standing as if nothing happened. Who the floating blood mist was, he knew without guessing, it was definitely Crocodile Sijue.
The death of Crocodile Sijue made Long Guangming's heart cold. Even the strongest Crocodile of Death died, and his result was not much better.
As soon as he saw the blood mist drifting away from Crocodile Sijue, he immediately turned his head and looked to the other side. At this time, he happened to see Feng grabbing Long Jizu's neck and throwing him to the ground.
Looking at his empty arms, Long Guangming's heart was extremely desolate. At this point, he had no idea of fighting anymore. His only thought was to leave this place immediately.
Thinking of this, Long Guangming turned around and was about to leave the battlefield. As soon as he raised his feet, he happened to meet Feng Piaopiao who was returning again.
"Good guy, you are indeed worthy of being at the peak of the divine king. This kick made me spit out several mouthfuls of blood. It hurt me to death. Hello? You want to run away? You want to leave without asking for my permission?"
He was just running away when he heard this familiar voice and hurriedly looked up. When he saw it was Feng Piaopiao, he was shocked.
"A junior from the Phoenix Clan, who was hit with all my strength by this elder, still behaves like a normal person? How is it really possible?"
"There are so many things you don't know. Have you forgotten how many of your divine kings have been killed by fellow Taoist Qingfeng? I just cut off two of your arms, which you thought was impossible, and now it has become
It’s a fact.”
Long Guangming was planning to run away, but after Jing Feng Piaopiao said this, he immediately looked down at his hands, and when he saw his bare arms, a surge of anger suddenly surged into his heart.
"Little thing, don't bully others too much. Even if the clay figurine is still earthy, the worst it can do is fight you."
"Old guy, whether you fight or not, you will die. You will be unlucky if you meet me. One last thing to tell you, you will be the first powerful divine king to die under my sword. You are honored!"
Feng Piaopiao stopped talking nonsense with him, stepped forward with her feet in the air, and was in front of Long Guangming in an instant. She thrust her sword and stabbed him between the eyebrows.
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