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Chapter 1325 Armor Protection (for Subscription)

Are you trembling with fear?
No, of course not, it's simply because Meng Zhao's martial arts through Xie Jie is so powerful that it has surpassed the power carried by his body, and even a master martial artist can contend against it.

And this young dead sword guard's martial arts is not outstanding, he just showed superhuman aptitude and comprehension in the practice of necromancer sword energy, facing such a terrifying and powerful force that is enough to crush him into flesh .

This is just an instinctive reaction, just like people sweat when they are hot, and shiver when they are cold, it is a truth.

Although the pressure was there, the young dead sword guard showed a terror that was different from ordinary warriors.

In an instant, what Meng Zhao could see with his naked eyes was that his temples, which were originally pitch black, suddenly turned gray-white.

The face that was originally full of vitality, elasticity, and even a little handsome, began to lose its vitality, vigor, and became wrinkled and loose, as if it had passed through decades in an instant, and it seemed to have aged decades.

Following this terrifying scene, a phantom of a black giant sword appeared around his body surface.

Before the black dragon that Meng Zhao cast with the evil calamity touched the young dead sword guard's body, it disappeared without a trace like the sun shining on the ice and melting the snow. Instead, he felt a strong sense of crisis and beat Meng Zhao's mind.

"Danger!"

There was a loud bang, like the sound of thunder rolling from the sky, but in fact, although it was a dark night, the moon was bright and the sky was clear. There was no sign of a storm coming, let alone the sound of thunder.

Therefore, this is definitely not caused by the celestial phenomenon, but the method of the young dead sword guard.

Meng Zhao's ears had just received the message from Lei Yin, and his heart was already tangled up. A fine line between his brows suddenly cracked and widened, and a strange eyeball popped out. At the same time, the horny Canglong armor was completely attached to Meng Zhao's body. The surface of the body is mighty and domineering, divine and powerful.

With the appearance of the Canglong battle armor, a long, high-pitched dragon chant also complemented the rolling thunder.

The thunderous sound of the sword qi is loud and upright, but because the nature of the sword qi is dead and chilling, it has a bit of an annihilating taste. After hearing it, people will burn their internal organs, shatter their eardrums, and even die from blood vessels bursting.

The sound of the dragon's chant is long and full of pervasiveness, like mercury pouring down the ground, like a surging galaxy, falling under the nine heavens, blocking all evil spirits.

Obviously it's just two incidental sounds, but it's already three points more terrifying than the most brilliant sound wave skill in the world.

When the sword energy struck, a cyan shadow of a real dragon appeared on Meng Zhao's body, roaring and spitting out a blast of wind.

This phantom of the blue real dragon was the condensed battle spirit of the Canglong captured by Emperor Yu. At this time, it was stimulated by the incomparable lethality of the Necromancer Sword Qi, showing a little of the power of the Canglong in ancient times.

It must be known that during the heyday of the Canglong, it was a real dragon in the realm of gods and demons. The power of the battle spirit was comparable to that of gods and demons. Together with the eyeballs of the Xieyan clan, they were smelted together, and their power increased instead of diminished.

No matter how powerful the Necromancer Sword Qi is, it is impossible to go against common sense and stand shoulder to shoulder with gods and demons. Therefore, it only stimulates a little bit of insignificant power from the Canglong War Soul, but it is enough to shock people's hearts.

As the strong wind blew past, like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, the thunder sound transformed by the sword energy of the dead spirit left a pathetic wailing sound in the void before disappearing.

In other words, the necromantic sword energy that even a genius like Meng Zhao felt so frightened and horrified was completely neutralized.

Seeing Meng Zhao holding Xiejie in his hand, wearing the Canglong battle armor, armed to the teeth, the dead sword guard who can no longer be called a young man was full of resentment, but he was helpless.

He used his own vitality, combined with the absorbed spirit of the dead, to forge the strongest sword of death, and then urged it with the realm of sword energy and thunder sound. The speed of the sword surpassed the sound, which was unparalleled.

With this sword, he boasted that no one innately could resist it, and even very few people could escape it.

But what he didn't expect was that Meng Zhao was not a son of man, one treasure after another, and the power was even greater than the one, so that he obviously had a thousand powers and abilities, but he couldn't use them.

However, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only sigh in vain, and could not change the final outcome.

He held back his breath, and his purpose was nothing more than to see Meng Zhao being seriously injured or even killed by himself.

However, the result disappointed him greatly.

On the contrary, under the unparalleled power of the Canglong battle spirit, the sword energy of the dead spirit failed to make any achievements, and was even counterattacked.

A moment ago, this was already chicken-skinned and white-haired, like the dead sword guard of an old man who was about to die. His whole body burst, making a series of crackling sounds like frying beans.

Before he even had time to cry out in pain, his whole body fell to the ground piece by piece like boneless flesh. When the evening wind blew, there was no smell of blood, but a strong stench. Like the smell of mass graves.

Meng Zhao looked at this scene with a serious face, and with a thought, the Canglong armor was slowly retracted into his body, and Xiejie was also sent back to the Tianxie battle box he was carrying.

To be honest, this battle touched him quite deeply, at least it caused some of his past thoughts to be reversed.

In the past, Meng Zhao had a solid background and unparalleled foundation, so he didn't pay much attention to these so-called dead men, and he didn't care much about the so-called guards.

Because the dead man is simply not afraid of death, the damage caused may not be able to hurt him.

Furthermore, the martial arts of those guards are not as high as his. After all, who is protecting whom?
But, if, if today he had no evil calamity and Emperor Yu's battle armor to protect him, he was afraid that he would really suffer a lot of hardships, and there was a high probability that he would not be able to die, but it might cause some indelible damage and hidden danger to his body.

Just like Lu Zhong, the old housekeeper of the second room of the Meng family, he only cultivated in the three innate three orifices all his life, and he could not make any progress. For a warrior, this is no different than killing him.

However, if there are strong martial arts and loyal guards at the side, maybe he can exchange his life for his life, greatly reducing the threat he receives.

Although this sounds cold-blooded, using the life of the guard to defend oneself, not being a son of man, but in fact, this is the meaning of the existence of the guard in today's world.

After spending so much money and resources to support you, do you want you to retire here?

Therefore, Meng Zhao made up his mind to pay more attention to guarding in the future. Although Suzaku Divine Guard is good, he needs to do more research. It is best to find martial arts or training methods similar to Dead Sword Guard.

But before that, he had to clean up the Shenwei Army from top to bottom.

It is self-evident that this person can sneak into the army and even become one of his bodyguards.

Hidden dangers, the sooner they are eliminated, the better.

(End of this chapter)