From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 167: King's Blood, Transformed into a Dragon

Seeing that Han Fei was about to touch King Zhao, Shao Siming had no choice but to kick the throne hard. The throne weighing hundreds of pounds suddenly moved forward and hit Han Fei's chest, and he was caught off guard and was knocked away.

"It's just a trick!"

Shao Siming withdrew his hand coldly, and the irresistible force directly threw Wu Fengdeng and the other man away, hitting the pillar and staggering to the ground.

"Damn it, the realm gap is too big, there's no way we can fight!"

Wu Fengdeng felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and his face became solemn as he looked at Shao Siming on the stage.

If it is just the early or middle stage of the Qi Conservation Realm, like what happened to Nüba at the beginning, the perception would not be very great and they could still deal with it.

But Shao Siming was in the late stage of Cang Qi, which was more than one realm higher than himself. Let alone fighting her, he would be lucky if he could survive a few moves at her hands.

Bang!
Just when they were at a loss of what to do, the palace gate suddenly broke open and a golden figure flew straight over.

It’s Wang Ben!

"Your Majesty, I will restrain her in the future!"

At this time, Wang Ben looked like he had just defeated his opponent. His armor was in tatters, and there were more than a dozen scars of varying depths.

Shao Siming was slightly surprised when he saw this. He didn't expect that a master of the Qin State's Qi Containment Realm would come to help at this time.

Where is Yun Zhongjun? !
Could it be that he died in the battle as well?

She frowned and immediately decided to take King Zhao's body and leave first.

Previously, because the masters of the Cang Qi Zhenwu realm from both Qin and Zhao were fighting each other and no one disturbed her, she had the idea of ​​attacking Wu Fengdeng and the other two.

After all, these three important people came to us on their own initiative, and it would be a shame if we didn't capture them.

But now that Wang Ben has arrived, he will definitely be distracted. If he continues to fight with him, it will be extremely dangerous!
However, just when she was about to catch King Zhao, the throne strangely shifted a few meters, causing her to miss it.

Looking in surprise, he discovered that several white jade slips had been inserted into the armrest on one side of the throne, connected by silk threads, and Han Fei was pulling at the end with all his strength.

"It was that just now!"

Shao Siming's heart was slightly shaken, but it was too late when she reacted. Wang Ben's attack had already arrived in front of her, so she had no choice but to fight first.

Whoohoo!
The bone knives suddenly started ringing everywhere, and the entire hall was shaking in the aftermath of the battle between the two.

"Get it back!"

Wu Fengdeng shot out suddenly, and Ying Zheng followed with his sword.

"Go away!"

Shao Siming saw that she couldn't escape, and she became completely furious. With a sharp scream, the expression on her face distorted even faster, and then more than a dozen black and gray figures peeled out and surrounded Wu Fengdeng and the other two.

"Be careful, these are people Shao Siming has killed before. He captured their residual souls and practiced martial arts. Ordinary attacks are ineffective, so he uses spiritual energy to defend against the enemy!"

Wu Fengdeng's pupils shrank, and he instantly recognized that this was the martial arts that Zhao Xunle had used before. Although Ying Zheng and Han Fei beside him had never seen it, they also understood that these figures of different heights, weights, ages and ages in front of them were strange and difficult to deal with.

For a moment, black air filled Ying Zheng's sword, and some faint lines of a flying dragon emerged. The landscape painting on Han Fei's folding fan also turned into a milky white. Obviously, these were their respective trump cards.

"General Wang Ben won't be able to hold out for much longer. We must eliminate them as soon as possible at all costs!"

As soon as Wu Fengdeng finished speaking, a burly man in front of him came with a knife and chopped at him. The black and gray dead air made Wu Fengdeng feel creepy.

This is much more powerful than Zhao Xunle’s martial arts back then!

He didn't dare to be careless and quickly dodged, but behind him a butcher with a butcher knife came to chop him.

There are generals in armor, knights in straw raincoats and long swords, and even elders in Taoist costumes!
Yeah yeah yeah!

The hair-raising screams came one after another, and five ghosts attacked from all directions. Black and gray air spread across the sky, forming a sea of ​​death that almost buried Wu Fengdeng.

In the dark and silent world, a cluster of red flames suddenly lit up.

In an instant, it was like the long night was illuminated, and the darkness retreated with a painful howl!
"The dead should be left in peace!"

Wu Fengdeng shouted angrily, and the red lotus fire attached to the domineering spear intent, dancing suddenly. The surrounding ghosts screamed miserably when they were touched, and the fire quickly spread to his whole body, burning with crackling sounds!
roar~~~
Almost at the same time, a dragon roared loudly from Ying Zheng's side, and an illusory black dragon shadow swirled out, sweeping away all the ghosts around it.

Those golden eyes were frighteningly bright.

At this point, only Han Fei was in trouble, but it seemed that there was no danger for the time being. Wu Fengdeng then locked his eyes directly on the body of King Zhao!

【Divine Steps】!
Without any hesitation, he rushed directly to the throne, but was noticed by Shao Siming. After desperately fighting off Wang Ben, he swooped down!

clang!
The bone knife and the sun-covering knife collided again, and Wu Fengdeng's wrist guards and clothes broke apart, creating a powerful shock wave.

"Get out of my way!"

Shao Siming's face was ferocious, and he raised his hand and struck Wu Fengdeng with a palm knife. In an instant, Wu Fengdeng felt a pain on his face as if it was being scraped by a knife.

Clang!
Fortunately, Ying Zheng's sword came in time and stopped it in mid-air.

"How dare you steal my things!" His eyes were filled with golden light and anger of a monarch.

In an instant, the three of them were in a stalemate. Shao Siming tried his best to suppress them, but found that he could not completely crush the two people in front of him with his strength!
At this time, Wang Ben, who was already seriously injured, attacked her again from behind. Shao Siming had no choice but to give up crushing the two men and turned around angrily!
Fierce spiritual energy gushed out, completely knocking Wang Ben hundreds of meters away, and he was no longer able to move.

Da da da!
At the same time, hurried footsteps were heard. Shao Siming glanced and saw that Ying Zheng was already running towards the door with King Zhao on his back!

"Stand down!"

Her long hair fluttered violently, and she swung the bone knife violently, but was blocked by Wu Fengdeng again at the critical moment.

Bang!
The ferocious force directly pulled him into the wall, and the dull sound made people feel creepy.

"Since you want to die so badly, I will grant your wish!"

Faced with someone who repeatedly ruined his plans, Shao Siming was almost furious, and instantly poured out all his anger towards Wu Fengdeng!

Faced with the sharp bone knife, Wu Fengdeng ignored the pain all over his body, forced himself down from the wall, and then kept dodging.

"No, no, if I get hit by this old witch again, my bones will fall apart!"

"Now that Ying Zheng has captured the King of Zhao, all we need to do is stop her from snatching him away. Stop her, stop her..."

"Han Fei!"

Wu Fengdeng narrowly avoided another knife attack, then raised his head and shouted.

A few streaks of white light appeared above the court like comets. It was Han Fei who was prying open his folding fan with both hands, biting blood from his mouth, and his handsome face showed a slight effort.

Perhaps sensing Han Fei's intention, Shao Siming immediately soared into the air, swinging the bone knife fiercely in his hand.

Ding Ding!

Sparks flashed in the air, and the extremely sharp bone knife cut on the silk thread with a crisp metallic sound. It was very tough and went around it.

Miso miso miso!
Wu Fengdeng ran quickly on the royal steps and beams, catching the flowing silk threads accurately, and then holding them tightly with both hands.

Drink!

The two of them exerted their strength instantly, Shao Siming's pupils in the air shrank slightly, and with a loud bang, he fell heavily from the air to the ground.

All of a sudden, broken stones and bricks splashed everywhere, the ground cracked and shattered, and dust was rising. Shao Siming was tightly entangled by the silk thread and struggled hard.

"Looking for death! Looking for death!"

"You two ignorant brats, do you really think I can't kill you?"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it all!" The roar was sharp and terrifying, like a trapped beast.

Kaka! !
Under the tugging of the terrifying force from the late stage of the Concealing Qi Realm, the stone bricks under Wu Fengdeng's feet crackled and he immediately leaned back, gritted his teeth, almost parallel to the ground, but even so, he was still pulled over bit by bit.

"Brother Wu! I can't hold you back anymore!"

Han Fei, who was slightly weaker than him, could not hold on any longer, and his palms were bleeding.

Wu Fengdeng frowned even more when he saw this, and turned to look towards the palace entrance. Ying Zheng finally ran out carrying the corpse.

"No, no, it's not enough. Shao Siming can catch up with such a short distance with just one leap. Now the people in the Cang Qi Realm outside are busy dealing with their own opponents. Even if they react, they may not be able to provide support in time."

"We have to hold on a little longer, just a little longer!"

But as if things didn't get worse, the silk thread made of unknown material finally couldn't withstand the three people pulling so hard, and broke with a few bangs.

Bang!
Then Wu Fengdeng was embedded in the wall again like a cannonball.

lol~
"what--"

After two such strong and dull collisions in succession, Wu Fengdeng vomited blood and his spine felt as if it was broken and in severe pain.

"How dare you, a mere ant grasshopper, repeatedly ruin the good deeds of my Yin Yang family!"

"I don't want that blood jade anymore!"

"Die, die, die! Wu Fengdeng, die for me!"

The area in front of Wu Fengdeng was suddenly shrouded in red light. Shao Siming's long hair was swinging wildly, his wide robe fluttering, and his eyes were fierce and bloodthirsty.

call!
The bone knife came flying and reached in front of Wu Fengdeng in an instant, so close that one could see the scarlet butterfly bone at the end of it.

clang!
In a flash, a long sword intercepted it, and the strong wind directly blew off Ying Zheng's mask, and his golden eyes were filled with anger.

However, his originally handsome face was visibly deformed and elongated, his black hair spread, his long beard swung, and his ferocious dragon mouth split open.

roar~
The invisible force shook the entire palace, the bone knife rolled away, and the calm but mighty aura like the mighty power of heaven stirred up the dark clouds!
For a moment, everyone in Handan, in the sky and on the ground, had their pupils dilated, their breathing quickened, and they looked towards the direction of the palace in horror.

click!
The space suddenly broke, and two old and decayed bodies flew out one after another. However, those who were originally hostile stopped fighting and looked towards the palace with wide eyes.

"That is……"

Zhao Zongshi choked with sobs. As an earthly immortal and the absolute top master in all of Shenzhou, he actually showed an expression of disbelief at this moment.

"Immortal... Immortal power... Impossible, impossible, how can you have the ability to transform into a dragon!"

Shao Siming, the person involved, was even more panicked. Looking at the hideous and terrifying dragon face in the distance, he staggered in distraction.

Transform into a dragon.

The concentration of his royal blood can actually support the level of transformation into a dragon!
As a deity of the Yin-Yang School, she was naturally well versed in legends and myths, and had a deep understanding of the blood of princes and kings.

Royal blood originated from the Zhou Dynasty thousands of years ago.

Every Zhou emperor had the destiny of becoming an immortal after his death, and the root of this destiny was the blood jade handed down from generation to generation. At that time, the blood jade was complete and huge, and could give every monarch the complete blood to become an immortal.

However, later on, the princes rose up and fought for the blood jade, dividing it into several parts. The royal blood became incomplete, and became even thinner when it spread among the princes.

Each generation of monarchs of the vassal states has royal blood of varying concentrations, and when they ascend the throne, their connection will be activated by the blood jade passed down from generation to generation.

It's just that this kind of royal blood is very thin. It can only be a symbol of status and has no powerful attributes. For example, King Zhao is also a mediocre cultivator and is not even in the Qi Conservation Realm. Otherwise, Shao Siming would not have the courage to sleep with him.

But now, she actually saw that King Qin could transform into a dragon!

This is a state that has never been heard of!
Although it is not clear how strong the royal blood of Ying Zheng is, it is definitely the strongest among all the princes and kings, and no one can compare!
"run!"

Feeling the attention of many auras outside, Shao Siming's hair stood on end and he turned around without hesitation and wanted to fly away.

However, how could Wu Fengdeng let her leave easily? He fastened himself down from the wall again and instantly pulled up the ninth-grade gilded bow.

【Blood Arrow of Hell】!
The scarlet blood line disappeared in a flash!
Uh--

Shao Siming looked down at the scarlet arrow on her heart. The strange and indescribable power made her feel weak all over in an instant.

Although it was not fatal, it was enough to scare her.

"I let you go?"

Taking advantage of this gap, Ying Zheng suddenly jumped up, and his thick black dragon claws directly broke Shao Siming's back.

Ah!
She fell heavily to the ground with a shrill cry.

"Go away!"

The light was dazzling, it was Shao Siming who was about to explode his spiritual energy to blow Ying Zheng away, but he saw him opening his mouth wide and lowering his head to chant!

Roar! ! ! !

The visible sound waves of the dragon's roar instantly made Shao Siming dizzy and his eyes became unfocused.

"good chance!"

Wu Fengdeng's eyes suddenly turned crazy when he saw this. Even though all the energy and blood in his body was now exhausted, he still rushed forward holding Yanri.

Not only him, but Han Fei in the ruins also rushed over quickly, holding a huge rock and smashing it over.

In an instant, Wu Fengdeng and the other two were punching and kicking, and using their spears and swords to attack the spiritual energy that had just gathered in her body, and the dull sound continued.

Yeah!

When the attack reached its peak, Wu Fengdeng let out a long roar, clenched his hands tightly, and smashed down with all his strength.

Snap～～
The barrier that gathered spiritual energy was finally blasted open, and the wolf head with the spear tip bit down and bit Shao Siming's neck.

Then, it suddenly tore apart.

dong dong~

The head with eyes wide open and a look of resentment rolled to the ground and then tumbled upwards.

"Ho! Ho!"

Wu Fengdeng finally gasped violently, the tense string in his heart relaxed, and in an instant the strength in his body disappeared without a trace like the ebbing tide.

He fell to the ground with a loud bang, and Yanri also fell down with a clang. He didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

"Finally... Shao Siming has been killed!"

As soon as he fell, Ying Zheng and Han Fei also collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion. The joy of surviving the calamity was overshadowed by weakness, and they didn't even want to move their eyeballs.

"Victory...Victory..."

At this time, Ying Zheng retreated in dragon form, and spoke with difficulty.

"Where is King Zhao?"

"Throw it... aside..."

"Aren't you afraid it might be stolen?"

"Brother...important."

(End of this chapter)