"King Linyao, you don't know how to advance or retreat, don't blame me for using all my strength to deal with you!" King Buro shouted angrily, taking the lead, as if Zhan Changfeng was the one who was at a disadvantage.
Immediately afterwards, he showed the source of his confidence. With a thought, a spear, a shield, and eighteen silver needles with shining cold light suspended in his Dantian were suspended beside him.
The spear and the silver needle are both top-notch true treasures, and that shield is even half a step after tomorrow's holy treasure!
The spectators who noticed the battle here gasped. There were so many weapons for the weapon refiners, and the quality of each one was so high.
However, he must have been forced to dig into his family fortune.
Zhan Changfeng did not hesitate and attacked directly while the frenzied fighting state was still going on.
King Bulu quickly smashed out several sticks and fought with her. A cold light flashed in his mind, and there was actually a needle hidden in every attack, which caught people off guard.
Zhan Changfeng was ruthless, and his destructive power was so violent that no matter what he hid, he would destroy them all with one sword.
If there are eighteen silver needles, eighteen will be destroyed!
Not to mention King Buro, the spectators were also heartbroken, those are all precious treasures!
After throwing the silver needles, a thin layer of sweat broke out on the back of King Buro's neck. Although these silver needles were not his natal magic weapon, they had burned into his consciousness and had some backlash on him. He was already hesitating whether he should throw them away.
The long spear was also thrown.
Before he could think too much, the attack was approaching. King Burro held a shield in one hand and a mace in the other to resist the next blow. Before the shield could be broken, he was shocked to the point of vomiting blood by the residual force from the shield.
In this battle, he was injured from the very beginning and faced hidden dangers. If none of the many Noble Phantasms could make up for this weakness, he would have no choice but to lose.
Both he and Zhan Changfeng knew this. When their eyes met, he sighed and sighed!
Zhan Changfeng pressed his hands against each other, and the sword transformed from the power of destruction was eliminated smoothly. King Buro was anxious as never before, as if something bad would happen in the next moment.
The next moment, Zhan Changfeng formed a silent seal to silence his soul and frighten him!
No matter how tight King Buro's shield was, he couldn't stop her from using her soul magic. As soon as her magic came out, he felt that he was more seriously injured and his soul was about to be separated.
He used his last sanity to throw the spear and ran away in blood!
This spear produced thunderbolts and was so fast that the air flow made deep marks on the ground. However, Zhan Changfeng held it on one side of his body!
Zhan Changfeng suppressed the force that tried to escape her control, and violently destroyed the divine consciousness imprinted in it.
She looked through the green river and wild forest, penetrated the spear with the will of destruction, raised her hand and threw it out, like a thunderous tyrannosaurus tearing through the mountains and rivers, piercing the person who had fled eight hundred miles!
King Bulu only saw a ray of light piercing through his abdomen and disappeared from the end of his sight in a blink of an eye. He looked down again and fell to the ground with a wry smile.
Finally the dust settled, and the spectators breathed out involuntarily, looking back with a bit of sadness. King Buro had tried all kinds of tricks, but he still couldn't escape defeat. If it were them, hehe, I don't dare to think about it.
, dare not think about it.
Zhan Changfeng integrated all the luck in the tokens of King Bro and King Baijie into his own tokens, and roared the dragon out of thin air.
King Bulu stared at her token, unable to imagine how big the lucky golden dragon entrenched in her token was.
"King Linyao, I lost to you this time. Next time, I will definitely win back." King Buro looked at the man who was always calm and swallowed a pill to relieve the injury. Then, he
He was sent away from the super island by a powerful force.
The doctors waiting outside the island immediately took him for treatment. Among them, the tall and thin old woman with silver hair on her head looked at his injuries and shook her head.
King Bu Luo's head suddenly shook. What's wrong? He couldn't be saved!
"Doctor, just treat me. Aren't you the doctor in that thatched house? You can repair broken bones!"
"Don't make any noise, are you scared now?" Another doctor interrupted him, turning over his wounds, and said, "It's really difficult for your opponent. With such strong destructive power, it just avoided your life gate.
, if I had been more ruthless, you would have died long ago."
The old woman nodded, "But there are injuries from body to soul. If you want to cure them all, you have to lie down for a few years."
"How many years?!" King Buro's eyes darkened, it was over, he could not participate in the final assessment.
[Master of Merit in the Earth Realm: Is that so? Sure enough, I don’t understand the fighting techniques of the Taoist priests. I only feel that King Linyao’s moves are fatal and very dangerous and terrifying]
[Master of Merit in the Spirit Realm: I don’t really believe it either. Could it be that King Linyao’s real worry is where to hit him without killing him? 】
[Master of Merit in the Horizontal Realm; the power of destruction is terrifying. This is true. People who practice this way are not suitable to be the Lord of the Nine Heavens after all. However, the princes and emperors of one side can accept it]
[The Lord of Merit in the Qing* Realm: This is biased. I can feel that in addition to the power of destruction, she also has a comforting power]
[The Lord of Merit in the Yuan* Realm: It’s too early to talk about these things, look, look, that spear!]
.....
It turned out that the spear thrown by Zhan Changfeng pierced Queen Bro, and its remaining power happened to pass between the two people in the battle. The sharp tip pierced the corner of one person's robe and took that person away together.
~Nailed to the stone wall.
Jiyuan Tianjun seemed to have walked away from the critical moment of life and death. He tore off his clothes and looked around, who did it?
Even more angry than him was his opponent, Feng Jedi.
"Whoever dares to snatch my head, come out!" Feng Jedi shouted, watching the direction of the spear with vigilance, ready to fight.
But for a long time, no one came.
He cursed secretly and looked at Ji Yuan Tianjun, "Come on, let's continue fighting!"
However, Ji Yuan Tianjun remained motionless and smiled slightly. Feng Jedi suddenly punched him and smashed him to pieces. This guy actually left his puppet and escaped!
He was annoyed in his heart and wanted to use the spear to find the bastard who had disturbed him. However, as soon as he grabbed the spear, it turned into ashes and nothing was left. "Hmph, don't let me find you!"
If he wasn't happy, Ji Yuan Tianjun was happy. If the spear hadn't diverted Feng Jedi's attention, he would have been crippled by him.
He is a man of incense and fire, and when he enters heaven, he is like a prisoner. Without the offerings given to him by the people in the lower world, he will only become weaker day by day.
If he can survive the King's War intact, he will no longer fight for his destiny in heaven, and return to the lower world to be his own heavenly king and accept the worship of mortals.
He transformed from a human into a ghost, and from a ghost into the path of incense, he worked diligently to protect the people, practiced his vows, and accumulated merits, but he could not fail here.
Tianjun Jiyuan decided to find a place to hide and wait until the battle between kings was over before going out. If the others fought hard and were all eliminated, he might still be able to gain a spot.
Just as this man was having a beautiful thought, a sword was quietly placed on his shoulder.
The terrifying breath seeped into his neck, making his whole body feel cold.
"Fellow Taoist, if you have something to say, say it well, say it well." Ji Yuan Tianjun pulled off his token and raised it above his head.
Zhan Changfeng took away his token and disappeared instantly.
Ji Yuan Tianjun turned around and saw no one. He wiped his cold sweat, swallowed a pill, and escaped from the island. It was too dangerous to play.