One person: I am the dragon, tiger, wine and sword immortal

Chapter 427 The despair that envelopes everyone

Facing the endless monsters, Feng Shayan and Jia Zhengliang gradually lost their strength.

"Shayan, do you think we can hold on until the people from the Tianxiahui arrive?"

Jia Zhengliang asked Feng Shayan weakly.

Controlling six flying knives at the same time requires a lot of Qi and mental power. In order to allow himself to persist for a while, Jia Zhengliang has put away all the other flying knives, leaving only one.

However, even so, he gradually felt a little powerless.

Feng Shayan said in a cold tone:

"You have the strength to speak, so you might as well kill two more monsters."

"Our Feng family will not take a fancy to such a weak man."

Jia Zhengliang smiled bitterly and continued to control the flying knife to kill the monsters that kept coming.

However, I couldn't hold on to my attention any longer.

I missed several monsters in a row.

Those monsters who got the chance approached instantly, then stretched out their claws and scratched a wound on Jia Zhengliang's body.

Jia Zhengliang, who was already a little unable to hold on, made mistakes one after another after getting an additional scar. Before long, his whole body was covered with scars and blood flowed freely.

The whole person turned into a bloody man.

"Jia Zhengliang!"

Feng Shayan saw Jia Zhengliang's miserable condition and shouted to him quickly.

However, he got himself into a desperate situation.

Countless monsters took advantage of the situation and walked into Feng Shayan's attack range.

Feng Shayan was slapped away by one of the tall monsters and then fell to Jia Zhengliang's side.

Seeing this, Jia Zhengliang quickly stood in front of Feng Shayan and summoned six flying knives again.

Feng Shayan vaguely saw Jia Zhengliang's heroic figure, smiled happily, and then passed out.

Jia Zhengliang dragged his already dilapidated body, glanced at Feng Shayan, and also laughed.

His eyes were full of despair.

"It seems good to just be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."

However, soon, Jia Zhengliang's eyes became sharp again.

"But I am not willing to die at the hands of monsters like you!"

"You don't deserve to touch Shayan!"

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Jia Zhengliang directly took the bladed fly in his hand, shouted and ran towards the monsters.

Zhang Weiguo was now covered in bruises and was hung up high by a vine.

A slender snake demon slowly walked up to Zhang Weiguo and showed a ferocious smile.

"Join us, become a monster and you can share eternal life with us! Enjoy the blessing of Lord Yinglong."

Zhang Weiguo tried his best to smile, and then spat at the snake demon.

"Bah! I would rather die as a human being than join in with you!"

"You bunch of despicable creatures, get out of here!"

The snake demon spit out the snake letter angrily, and then threatened Zhang Weiguo:

"It's not up to you!"

After saying that, he opened his big mouth and greedily absorbed the Qi from Zhang Weiguo's body.

Zhang Hao's side wasn't much better either.

At this time, Yamata no Orochi had completed all the steps to summon the magic circle and walked out of the cave.

Then he flew directly to the top of the mountain and faced Ying Long's huge skull with a triumphant smile.

Zhang Hao asked Zhuge Qing to continue cleaning up the monsters below, and then he climbed to the top of the mountain to confront Yamata no Orochi. "Suffer death, Yamata no Orochi!"

"I'll kill you right here and end this disaster!"

Zhang Hao fully opened the Supreme Secretary, and the sword in his hand was covered with a layer of shining golden runes.

He shouted angrily towards Yamata no Orochi.

Yamata no Orochi slowly turned around, smiled and said to Zhang Hao:
"I have to admit that you are very strong and I can't beat you now."

"But what's the use?"

"I'm just not fully awakened yet, I'm only one-eighth of my strength."

"Even if you defeat me, you still can't stop the resurrection of the ancient demon."

"As long as Yinglong is resurrected, he will have 100% strength. What will you do then?"

"Can you kill me and save thousands of ordinary people under this mountain?"

"Wake up, Zhang Hao! This world is ours after all, we are just taking back what was taken away by you humans!"

Zhang Hao stared at Daqi Orochi with angry eyes, then placed his sword in front of him and said:

"I will try my best to achieve whatever I can achieve."

"If I can kill you, then I will kill you first."

"You don't need to worry about what happens next, you dead snake!"

Zhang Hao raised the sword in his hand and slashed at Yamata no Orochi.

However, Yamata no Orochi calmly opened a crack in front of him, then got in and disappeared.

Zhang Hao's blow directly hit Ying Long's skull.

However, what is disappointing is that this sword mixed with the supreme secret technique cannot even break Yinglong's bones.

You can only watch helplessly as it absorbs the energy from the monster and slowly reorganizes its flesh and blood.

"Damn!"

Zhang Hao was cursing and slashing hard at Yinglong's skull.

At this time, a crack suddenly appeared behind him.

Yamata no Orochi's hand slowly stretched out from inside and grabbed Zhang Hao's back.

Zhang Hao, who had already slashed his eyes, was too lazy to turn around to deal with the Yamata no Orochi's attack.

He directly threw out the Hand of God with his backhand.

"Go away for me!"

After that, God directly pinched the crack, and then squeezed it hard to crush the crack.

In the distant sky, a crack opened, and the Yamata no Orochi flew out from it with a pale face.

Seeing Zhang Hao working so hard, Yamata no Orochi smiled and said to himself:
"Be angry, let me see what else you can do."

Zhuge Qing looked at the Qi gathering on the top of the mountain from all directions, and his expression became very ugly.

He had already guessed that Yinglong's resurrection would require not only the summoning of the magic circle, but also a large amount of Qi to reshape his body.

Obviously these thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth are not enough.

That's why Yinglong releases so many monsters to absorb spiritual energy from strangers or ordinary people.

In other words, every ray of Qi flying towards the top of the mountain is an innocent victim, either an ordinary person, or one of his compatriots.

Zhuge Qing looked at the scene in front of him with heartache and slowly lowered his head.

He hated why he was so weak and couldn't even protect others if he wanted to.

Facing so many monsters, Zhuge Qing also knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to kill them all.

At this time, the sky became extremely gloomy, and the ravens hovering in the sky seemed to be celebrating Yinglong's resurrection, screaming.

A sense of despair enveloped the entire Dingjun Mountain.

(End of this chapter)