Chapter eight hundred and eighty act according to plan
The dust and smoke dispersed, revealing Zhong Wen's tall and straight figure.
The young man in white had a calm expression and a smile on his face. The white shirt on his body was spotless. Under the fierce attack of so many people, not even a hair fell out.
Can you actually resist my "fingertips"?
Beidou's heart was shaken, and he felt that the scene in front of him was a bit psychedelic.
This move of his has the blessing of the Tao of Time "at the snap of a finger" and is by no means comparable to ordinary finger strength.
It should be noted that no matter how powerful a being is, it cannot withstand the erosion of time and will eventually become weak and old. Not long ago, Zhong Wen’s body, which had been dually blessed by the earth dragon essence and blood and the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique", was still alive.
It was easily broken by him.
However, at this time, Zhong Wen was able to withstand this terrifying finger that contained the power of time without any damage.
Although Beidou is very ambitious and knowledgeable, he is still puzzled and amazed in his heart.
"That's it?"
Zhong Wen raised his arms high, stretched out slowly, then stretched out his hand to rub his neck, and seemed a little dissatisfied and said, "I don't feel anything at all, it's not exciting!"
The next moment, his body had disappeared from where it was.
not good!
Beidou's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged into his heart. His golden eyes shone brightly, and he shouted loudly: "Yangshen's..."
Yang Shen's protection is one of the most powerful defensive moves of the Eye of God. Once it is deployed, it will form a spiritual defense in front of the body, which is enough to withstand 99% of the attacks in the world.
However, before Beidou could finish reciting these five words, Zhong Wen's figure had already appeared in front of him.
"boom!"
His right shoulder seemed to be shaking slightly, but he didn't know how to make a move. The fist was already imprinted on Beidou's handsome face, and the speed was so fast that even the Eye of God couldn't keep up.
Under the violent impact, Beidou's cheeks were deeply sunken, and his face was distorted into shape, as if even his skull had been shattered. His whole body turned into a black shadow and flew straight backwards.
Before anyone around him could see clearly, his body had knocked over fifteen or sixteen people in a row, and then sunk deeply into the ground, unable to move anymore.
Not long ago, Beidou, who was arrogant and defeated many top spiritual masters in succession, didn't even catch Zhong Wen's punch!
Xiao, why is my junior brother so handsome!
Looking at Zhong Wen's majestic figure, Ji Weizhu's heart skipped a beat, as if she had seen the most beautiful man in the world. He was so emotionally agitated that he could hardly control himself.
The enemy is facing me. What am I thinking about?
Ji Weizhu, when did you become such a frivolous woman?
It’s not the first day I met my junior brother!
Calm down, be sure to calm down!
Ji Weizhu patted her cheeks with both hands, trying hard to regain consciousness, but her beautiful watery eyes would still glance in the direction of Zhong Wen, intentionally or unintentionally.
Is this kid already so powerful?
If he treats Xiaojie badly in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything to him, old man.
What should I do?
Old Master Ning got up and stared at the back of the young man in white. He was both happy and worried, and his emotions were very complicated.
If he wants to take advantage of Qiqi, what should I do?
Liu Sanque's face was full of worry and unwillingness. He knew Zhong Wen was an ally, but he felt extremely unhappy when he saw him showing off his power.
On the contrary, Saint Bing Chi, who was hiding behind the battlefield, had a calm expression and did not show much resistance. This was a huge difference from his previous attitude of being strictly defensive.
Ever since "Ice Chi Island" was shot through by Zhong Wen, he suddenly became very Buddhist, as if he had seen through life and understood what it means to give up.
The effects of the Show of Flowers were still continuing. The enemies around him, such as the dark spirit ghost attendants and white-haired puppets, quickly regrouped and used their magic skills again to beat him hard.
Facing the fierce attacks from all directions, Zhong Wen smiled slightly, and a mysterious aura suddenly emitted from his body.
The numerous cultivators who were rushing towards them all froze, their hearts beating rapidly, their blood running backwards, their spiritual energy flowing uncontrollably, and they all fell into a brief state of stiffness.
At this time, Zhong Wen moved.
I saw the dragon shadow hovering under his feet, and the color on his body gradually faded.
Before the figure of "Zhong Wen" completely disappeared, the real him appeared in front of a white-haired puppet and raised his hand to punch without hesitation.
"puff!"
Before the white-haired puppet had time to react, a hole the size of a football was blasted out of his chest by Zhong Wen, and his heart and lungs disappeared. The expression on his face remained unchanged, but his eyes had lost their sparkle, and his body slowly fell backwards.
Almost at the same time, Zhong Wen's figure appeared next to a dark spirit ghost attendant wearing a black mask.
This dark spirit ghost attendant possesses terrifying strength at the level of a Taoist Spirit Master, and his reaction is extremely quick. Before he could get close, he raised his right arm and swung his sword towards Zhong Wen's right shoulder.
"puff!"
However, before he was halfway through using this move, Zhong Wen's fist had already hit his face. With the sound of blood splashing, the Dark Spirit Ghost Warrior's head was directly smashed into pieces by him.
The skull was stained with brains and blood and scattered on the ground.
Without its head, the headless body of the Dark Spirit Ghost Warrior fell to the ground with a thump, and soon became silent.
However, before he could completely collapse, Zhong Wen had already appeared behind a master from the Stranger Valley without stopping.
The man felt something in his heart, and his whole body was shaken. Suddenly, countless strange tentacles shot out from behind, attacking Zhong Wen's vitals from various angles.
However, before they even got close to Zhong Wen, these tentacles seemed to be interfered by invisible forces and stopped moving forward. Instead, they struggled fiercely with each other, no longer caring about attacking the original target.
Without the interference of these tentacles, Zhong Wen struck out like lightning, grabbing the back of the neck of the alien Valley Spirit Master with lightning speed.
With a soft "click" sound, the man's neck was instantly pinched and his head bent to the left. Before he could turn around, he died and went straight down to see the King of Hell.
In this way, Zhong Wen's movements are as fast as lightning, his movements are strange and unpredictable, he always looks ahead and suddenly behind, he easily moves among the enemy formations, and every time he makes a move, he will kill a spiritual leader.
's life.
Considering that there was a mixture of people on the battlefield, and both the enemy and ourselves were intertwined, he did not use any mass-destructive spiritual skills such as "Shattering the Void" or "Starfall", but only used one fist from beginning to end.
Even so, among the many masters attracted by Tihua's show, no one could block his moves.
Even the Dark Spirit Ghost Warrior, who once defeated Li Qing and others with one against four, was nothing more than a punch to Zhong Wen who had reached the semi-saint realm.
In a moment, Zhong Wen was surrounded by corpses and a mess.
Hundreds of corpses from the "Dark Temple" and "Seven Star Pavilion" were scattered everywhere. Some had lost their heads, some were disemboweled, and some were missing arms and legs. There was not even a whole corpse.
But it only took Zhong Wen a few breaths to kill these many masters.
Everyone's eyes on the battlefield fell on Zhong Wen. The exaggerated sight made the soldiers on both sides fall into shock and daze at the same time.
With this strong support, the coalition forces were all in high spirits, regained their amazing momentum, and soon regained the initiative in the war.
On the other hand, all the heroes on the side of "Dark Temple" and "Seven Star Pavilion" are all confused and confused. Anyone who is outside the scope of the Show of Flowers has only one thought in their mind: stay away from him!
After a series of random killings, Zhong Wen finally stopped.
Just at this moment, figures descended from the sky and landed on the left and right sides behind him, lining up in a row.
It was the four women Leng Wushuang, Gui Mandrill, Ran Sujuan, Zhang Bangbang, Zhuge Canglan and others who were traveling with him.
The side of the "Dark Temple" suffered heavy losses from Zhong Wen, but the coalition forces received a large wave of reinforcements. Under the circumstances, the outcome of this war seemed to be a foregone conclusion.
"Brother Qixing, you are right."
Above the clouds high in the sky, Mo Disheng stared closely at Zhong Wen's proud and erect figure, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head helplessly and said slowly, "Unless this person is eliminated, we have no chance of winning."
"How old is this boy? His strength is already higher than ours." Emperor Li Tian did not hide his admiration for Zhong Wen, and exclaimed, "He is really a peerless talent that is rare to see in thousands of years. It's amazing. Take it seriously."
No."
"Although I have been extremely wary of this kid." The Seven-Star Sage's tone was quite strange, "I didn't expect that I still underestimated him. Brother Mo, this matter cannot be delayed any longer."
"Okay, follow the plan!" Mo Disheng nodded, with no trace of hesitation on his face, "Do it!"
Following his command, the three great saints disappeared from the spot.
When they appeared again, Mo Disheng, Li Tiandi and Seven Star Saint appeared beside Zhong Wen at the same time.
Three unimaginable terrifying powers were hooded at the boy in white at the same time.