Chaos Ancestor Dragon Art

Chapter 48 The Tragic Ending
The silver thunderbolt is a hidden weapon with a great reputation.

Although it is only the size of a longan, as long as it is aroused with true qi, it can explode with terrifying and destructive power. Even the protective zhenqi of a super-powerful person in the super-mortal realm is hard to resist, and will be directly blown to pieces.

It can be said that it is necessary for killing people and seizing treasures, destroying corpses and destroying traces, and traveling at home.

However, this kind of hidden weapon is generally used in conjunction with a magic circle or a mechanism trap, and few people will directly use it as a grenade.

Because this kind of hidden weapon has a fatal shortcoming, the power contained in it is too violent, so it cannot be controlled and tracked by the divine mind, and can only be fired in a straight line.

Therefore, as long as the practitioner's reaction speed is fast enough, there is still a chance to dodge.

But now, the people targeted by the three silver thunderbolt bullets are Qin Wuji who has a low cultivation base and is weak, and the other is an old man in gray who was seriously injured and fell to the ground...

Even though Long Hao's condition is still good, but he is rushing forward, with the speed of the silver light thunderbolt, it is difficult for him to dodge.

It has to be said that Lin Jianqing's timing of aiming was perfect, and he wanted to kill all three of them with one blow.

At this juncture, he didn't want to think about the inheritance of the strong, or the treasure of the golden elixir...he only had one thought in his mind, and that was to survive.

"Haha, die, go to die..."

"If you want to kill me, in your next life..."

Lin Jianqing laughed wildly, his face distorted and his eyes ferocious.

"what……"

Qin Wuji who was recovering also had shrunken pupils, and there was no trace of blood on his already pale face.

Not to mention that he has not recovered now, even if he is in the peak state, with his cultivation in the physical state, he will definitely not be able to avoid the bombardment of the silver thunderbolt.

"Master..."

The gray-clothed old man turned pale with fright, he never imagined that Lin Jianqing, who was seriously injured and dying, would have such a terrible back move.

But facing the threat of death, the first thing the old man in gray thought of was not himself, but Qin Wuji.

"what!"

The gray-clothed old man, who had already run out of fuel, suddenly roared like a lion, dragging his seriously injured body, and miraculously stood up.

"Back to the light?" Long Hao was quite surprised, and didn't understand what kind of force was supporting him.

It's too late, it's too soon.

The gray-clothed old man jumped up suddenly, with astonishing speed, he dared to rush to Qin Wuji's body before the silver light thunderbolt was ejected.

At the same time, he burned the remaining true energy in his body, and condensed a true energy light shield in front of him.

Boom!

The terrifying power of the Silver Thunderbolt poured out, like a torrent that washed away everything.

But at that moment, the old man in gray clothes' vicissitudes and dilapidated body seemed as tall as a mountain, firmly blocking the terrifying and destructive power pouring down.

"Do not……"

Qin Wuji's eyes widened, watching the gray-clothed old man's body torn apart, he let out a hysterical roar.

This scene is deeply touching.

But now Long Hao has no time to sigh at all, because there is also a silver thunderbolt, which has appeared in front of him.

The silver streamer gradually enlarged in his pupils, and a power that would destroy the world was about to pour out...

Long Hao's heart beat wildly, feeling the threat of death for the first time.

"Meow meow……"

Suddenly there was a crisp meowing sound.

Immediately following Long Hao, he found that Long Xiaomiao turned into a streamer and rushed forward.

The little guy is extremely fast and extremely flexible, and he can easily dodge it with a single jump.

But it didn't do that, it rushed towards the silver thunderbolt, and even opened its mouth to swallow it before the silver thunderbolt exploded.

Immediately, the destructive force full of death breath disappeared.

But there was no trace of joy in Long Hao's eyes.

Seeing Long Xiaomiao hit the ground with a thud, hugging his belly and howling in pain, he suddenly felt his head go numb, like five thunderbolts.

He has always regarded Long Xiaomiao as his adopted pet.

It wasn't until now that Long Xiaomiao had always regarded him as a close relative, and even risked his life to save him.

Dear!

For Long Hao, who came to the Xuanhuang Great World and had no relatives, it had an extraordinary meaning.

"Little Miao..." Long Hao stretched out his hand to hug Long Xiaomiao.

But at this moment, Long Xiaomiao seemed to be under a magic spell, rolling around on the ground in pain, and wailed distressingly.

Obviously, although the silver thunderbolt that he swallowed did not explode, it still caused a lot of trauma to Long Xiaomiao.

"Lin Jianqing!"

A roar, like the roar of a giant dragon.

Raising his head suddenly, Long Hao's bloodshot eyes became extremely scarlet, and a strong killing intent was released, which made the surrounding air become as cold as ice.

boom!
Long Hao took a step forward and crushed the rock directly.

Coming closer step by step, the spiritual weapon sword that was dragged on the ground tore a long gully in the ground.

At the same time, Qin Wuji also dragged his heavy body and came from another direction, holding the old man's saber tightly in his hand.

The two strong evil spirits dispersed, and Lin Jianqing who was in the center only felt the pressure of two mountain peaks, making his breathing stagnant and his legs and feet trembling uncontrollably.

He is the young master of the Lin clan, a genius disciple of Zixiao Holy Land...

He is shrouded in countless auras, and he is usually high above all living beings.

However, when facing death, he was no different from those ordinary people. Fear flooded in like a tide, making him tremble all over, and his trembling mouth could not even utter a sound to ask for forgiveness.

Puff!

The cold blade fell, pierced his shoulder, and pinned him to the ground.

Puff!

The sharp blade cut off his calf directly.

Puff!

Puff!

……

Long Hao and Qin Wuji stood facing each other, even though their bodies were covered with blood, they both remained expressionless, they just mechanically waved the sword in their hands, slashing at Lin Jianqing's body time and time again.

That scene was like chopping minced meat.

However, it was accompanied by flying flesh and blood, as well as mournful howls.

It went on for a long time, the screams had long since disappeared, and even the blood was no longer splashed, and Lin Jianqing on the ground had turned into a puddle of flesh.

Pfft!
Qin Wuji sat down on the ground, kept wiping his sword with his sleeve, his eyes were fixed, as if he was recalling every detail of getting along with the old man in gray.

Qin Zhong, that is, the gray-clothed old man, although he was originally just a servant who took care of him, but in Qin Wuji's eyesight, he was no different from his own grandfather, and he was also the last relative in this world.

"Condolences."

Leaving a faint sentence, Long Hao stuck the great sword on the ground, walked back, gently picked up the quieter Long Xiaomiao, stroked its hair, and kept comforting it.

(End of this chapter)