Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 166

Jia Zhengliang performed the Longhushan Zhengyi Thunder method. Although most of the power used was the power of the Da Luo rune, it still consumed a lot of his soul power.

At this time, his expression was sluggish, and the golden light magic spell on his body also became somewhat dimmed.

But Ding Ping was killed, but the crisis was not resolved.

I only heard someone shouting not far away:

"Uncle Jia, quickly help block this old man!"

……

The person who spoke was Xin Ziqiu.

It turned out that he singled out Zhao Dezhao, and he was already in danger within a few breaths. There were scars left by sword energy everywhere on his shoulders and arms.

If it weren't for the golden bell shield and Wutu Shenlei body protection, coupled with the quick recovery ability of the spirit energy, he would have been seriously injured by this time.

Although Zhao Dezhao had the upper hand, he did not dare to neglect in the slightest.

He added body-breaking sword energy to Taizu's long fist. Although it is invisible, its sharpness is not inferior to the sharp edge of a steel knife, and it can also cut off limbs and behead.

But the young man in front of him had been hit by his heavy hand several times, but he didn't seem to notice it. When the palm hit came, it was still thick and mellow, as if it was made of pig iron.

On the other hand, Xiao Xiangdong remained motionless, his eyes narrowed, as if he was asleep, which also gave him inexplicable pressure.

This person looks like an old god, is he confident and doesn't bother to make a move, or is he consolidating his skills and preparing for a shocking blow?
He wanted to run away, but he was entangled by Xin Ziqiu, using all vicious moves, which made him very angry.

At this moment, Jia Zhengliang appeared, and a lightning strike from the Dragon and Tiger Mountain shook the world, killing Ding Ping instantly, and everyone present was frightened.

Although Zhao Dezhao believed himself to be invincible and unscrupulous in martial arts, he was also horrified in the face of such extraordinary power.

There are more and more people on the opposite side, and they are getting stronger and stronger.

On balance, he felt that he couldn't continue entanglement.

So he punched Xin Ziqiu twice and forced Xin Ziqiu to turn around and leave.

Xin Ziqiu had managed to wait until now, just to hold Zhao Dezhao back, waiting for Lao Xiao to kill him, how could he give up halfway?

He jumped up and threw himself on Zhao Dezhao's back, intending to hug him.

Without looking back, Zhao Dezhao kicked back like eyes in the back of his head, and went straight to the "Baihui acupoint" on Xin Ziqiu's head.

This is the key point of the human body. Xin Ziqiu's golden bell cover is still inexperienced. He hasn't practiced this part yet, so he didn't dare to fight hard. He quickly turned over to avoid it, but Zhao Dezhao ran away.

But now that the strong help came, he was not discouraged and called out to Jia Zhengliang for help.

Seeing Xin Ziqiu chasing an old man, Jia Zhengliang stretched out his hand, and another bolt of lightning was struck out.

But he was a little exhausted at this time, but this divine thunder was far less powerful than just now.

And in a hurry, he couldn't lock Zhao Dezhao's breath, but only roughly delineated the range.

Black cumulus clouds condensed in mid-air, and a blue thunderbolt as thick as a teacup rim struck down, blasting towards Zhao Dezhao.

At the same time, where no one noticed, a small black bell fluttered towards Zhao Dezhao.

Seeing the thunder coming down from the sky, Zhao Dezhao was frightened out of his wits.

But after all, his martial arts are superb, far beyond Ding Ping's comparison. At this critical moment, although he was shocked, he saw the position of Tianlei, and at the moment it hit him, he made a sideways leap and flew more than two feet away, which was dangerous. And narrowly avoided the power of thunder.

The sky thunder hit the place where Zhao Dezhao was standing, leaving a large piece of scorched earth with a radius of more than one foot on the ground. If he hadn't had strong skills and jumped far, he might be affected by the aftermath at this time, and he would still be seriously injured.

Zhao Dezhao narrowly escaped death, saw that this strike of thunder was far inferior to the power just now, and understood that the opponent was at the end of his battle, so there was nothing to be afraid of, so he laughed loudly and said:
"This old man is the Son of Heaven, what can mere thunder and lightning do to me? I think how many spells like this can you cast?"

But just when he was talking nonsense, Xiao Xiangdong suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly:
"disease!"

The small bell that floated in mid-air exploded at the sound, and suddenly turned into a big bell more than ten feet high, with several golden dragons engraved on it, facing Zhao Dezhao under the hood.

At the same time, around his body, one after another stone pillars rose from the ground, like a prison, sealing him in.

Zhao Dezhao turned pale with fright, he shot out several sword qi like crazy, split the stone pillar, and was about to get out.

But just like that, the big bell aimed at his top door with a gust of wind, and smashed it down, covering him tightly.

It turned out that the bell was Xiao Xiangdong's trump card.

Fake Kowloon Shenhuo cover.

Xiao Xiangdong exhausted all his efforts, relying on Xin Ziqiu's desperate entanglement, and finally succeeded in mobilizing this magic weapon before Zhao Dezhao escaped.

Seeing that Zhao Dezhao was blocked by Zheng Tianlei, he calculated the position where he jumped to avoid, and cast a dungeon spell in advance to stop Zhao Dezhao for a moment, and finally succeeded in one fell swoop, covering him in the divine fire cover.

Zhao Dezhao was not willing to let him go, he slapped frantically in the cover, and the sword energy struck vertically and horizontally, making roaring sounds.

He cried out:
"Let me out! This old man is the Son of Heaven, you traitors are so brave, you dare to imprison the Lord of Song Dynasty!"

Xiao Xiangdong rushed over with a stride, and said with a sneer:

"Aren't you the real dragon emperor? I see if the nine dragons can burn you to death!"

As he muttered words in his mouth, he typed out one after another spells. The nine divine dragons carved on the surface of the divine fire cover seemed to come to life. They circled and swam on it, and began to breathe out real fire. In an instant, they were scorching and raging, and the flames were soaring.

This flame is the true fire of samadhi, which is designed to burn the three treasures of human essence, energy, and spirit. Even if you cast copper and iron, you will not escape death.

At this time, Zhao Dezhao was burned in the hood. His body, real energy, and spirit were all being consumed by the real fire. The pain was unbearable, and he began to wail loudly.

"I am the real dragon emperor, the destined emperor of Song Dynasty! Who dares to kill me!"

"I'm not reconciled..."

Xin Ziqiu listened to Zhao Dezhao's heart-piercing shouts, and couldn't help feeling a little palpitated.

He and Zhao Dezhao had no personal enmity at all, but because of the mission of the Whirling World, he killed him.

Of course, the other party wanted to kill himself and the grandparents of the Jia family to snatch the imprint from the very beginning, so he wasn't a good person, he just killed him, he didn't have any burden on his conscience, but he couldn't bear to see such a miserable situation.

Xin Ziqiu suddenly thought, if the task of the Whirling World in the future is to ask him to kill Jia Zhiqing or a good person like Xu Liang, how should he deal with himself?
Sighing slightly, he decided not to think about this question for the time being, and looked at the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.

"You have obtained a spirit. Category: Lifeform. Level: Normal."

"..."

The familiar prompt sound came, but after a few breaths, Zhao Dezhao was silent, and he was probably burnt to ashes.

Xiao Xiangdong's true qi was exhausted, his face was pale, he stopped the spell, his body tilted, and he fell on Xin Ziqiu's shoulder.

Xin Ziqiu patted him on the shoulder, and a wave of spiritual energy shot in, and Lao Xiao's face suddenly became rosy again.

He said softly:
"I don't know if he died or not."

Xin Ziqiu smiled and said:
"Dead, I'm sure."

……

(End of this chapter)