Sword martial arts dragon

Chapter 292 Killing Zongwu
About half an hour later, Zhao Letian set up a second-level formation around the Hundred Flowers Tribe, the Yanlong Formation.

This Yanlong formation is exactly the formation that Zhao Letian used to deal with the glacier black turtle last time, and it is enough to resist ordinary low-level Zongwu realm powerhouses.

However, the area of ​​the Yanlong formation last time was relatively small, using only ten high-grade primordial stones, but this time the formation was relatively large, covering the entire Hundred Flowers Tribe, and a full hundred high-grade primordial stones were used just now. It activates.

Of course, Zhao Letian now has more than 50 high-grade primordial stones, and a mere hundred high-grade primordial stones may be a huge amount of wealth to ordinary people in the real martial arts realm, but to him, it is not worth it Just mentioning it is just a drop in the bucket.

"Buzz!"

After the flame dragon array was activated, there was a trembling sound, and then a layer of crimson mask emerged.

"What a strong breath, Zilong, is this formation a second-level formation?"

Cailian stared at the crimson formation mask and asked in shock.

This formation gave her the feeling that it was much more powerful than the Earth Fiend Demon Formation.

"This formation is called the Yanlong Formation, and it is a second-level formation that combines both offense and defense. Afterwards, I will give you the formula for manipulating this formation."

Zhao Letian smiled lightly and nodded.

"Flame Dragon Formation? Great, Zilong, thank you."

Cailian's beautiful eyes showed surprise, and she said gratefully.

With the protection of this formation, the Hundred Flowers Tribe can rest easy within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

"Cailian, don't be polite with me. This formation is just a defensive measure just in case. In order to completely solve the threat of the Qinglang tribe, I will go to the Qinglang tribe personally."

Zhao Letian shook his head and smiled.

The Zongwu Realm expert of the Qinglang tribe must not stay, he will solve this hidden danger for the Baihua tribe.

"Zilong, what do you want to do? Are you going to find a strong Zongwu realm from the Qinglang tribe?"

Cailian frowned slightly, and asked nervously.

Although Zhao Letian came back this time and showed a surprisingly strong combat power, she still didn't think that Zhao Letian could compete with the Zongwu Realm powerhouse.

After all, there is a qualitative difference between a strong Zongwu Realm and a real Martial Realm powerhouse, not to mention other things, just the power of true energy in the body is like a cloud of mud, one heaven and one world are completely different.

Under normal circumstances, a person at the ninth level of real martial arts can easily kill a person at the ninth level of true martial arts with a single palm of his hand.

What's more, Zhao Letian is only at the seventh level of true martial arts, how can he compete with the strong Zongwu realm?
"Cailian, don't worry, I know it well."

Zhao Letian didn't explain anything, but said calmly, with a very confident tone.

According to Cailian, the patriarch of the Qinglang tribe only has the first level of Zongwu's cultivation. If he uses all his trump cards, he is still very confident that he can solve this person.

"Well then, be careful."

Cailian stared at Zhao Letian's clear eyes, and after confirming that he was not impulsive, she just let go.

"Hundred Flowers Tribe, very good, you dare to kill my son, you all will die."

At this moment, a loud voice full of anger, like thunder, rolled over, shaking everyone's eardrums with pain.

"A strong Zongwu realm? Not good, everyone retreats into the mask of the formation."

Zhao Letian was startled suddenly, followed the sound, and saw a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, wearing a large black robe, and holding a machete, walking towards Yukong with a gloomy face, at an astonishingly fast speed, so he shouted, Remind everyone.

"Retire? It's late, let's bury all of them with my son."

The man in black gave a deep snort of disdain, flipped his palm, and made a huge palm print with a length of more than ten feet, which was crushed down like a millstone, covering the sky and blocking the sun.

If this palm falls, including Mu Lang, at least hundreds of people from the Hundred Flowers Tribe will be slapped into a pulp.

At this moment, not to mention that Mu Lang and the others didn't have time to escape, even if they could react, they couldn't even move under the terror of the man in black robe.

"father!"

Seeing her father in mortal danger, Cailian couldn't help exclaiming anxiously, she was about to rush to rescue Mu Lang and the others.

"Whoosh!"

But before she could leave, a pair of black and white spirit weapon wings emerged from Zhao Letian's back, entangled with electric arcs and wind blades, and with a slight shock, it turned into a frighteningly fast electric arc, rushing under the palm print in an instant, A black scale appeared on the palm of his hand, and he punched it.

"boom!"

Terrifying power erupted, and cracks appeared on the huge palm print, which disintegrated inch by inch in an instant, collapsed and annihilated.

At the same time, Zhao Letian was also slammed into the ground by the terrifying force in the palm print, like a cannonball.

"Can you actually block my palm? It seems that my son Hulun Li'en was killed by you, damn it."

The black-robed man in the air showed shock in his eyes, and then Limang flashed, swung the scimitar in his hand, and dived directly to the deep hole on the ground.

He knew that the person who blocked his palm just now was not dead yet, so he must kill them all to avenge his son.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a haughty cold snort came from the deep pit on the ground, and then there was a flash of lightning, and Zhao Letian, with wings on his back, rushed out of the deep pit with a nine-star spiritual weapon spear in his hand. Frightened and killed the man in black robe.

However, Zhao Letian looked a bit embarrassed, with bloodshot eyes on the corner of his mouth, and cracks appeared on the black scales on his hands.

The angry blow of a strong Zongwu realm is no small matter. In a head-on collision, Zhao Letian would not have the advantage. What's more, in order to save Mu Lang and others, he still made a hasty move just now, and he didn't use his full strength. Naturally, he would suffer a disadvantage.

Fortunately, Zhao Letian practiced the "Nine Layers of Xuanjia Kungfu" and often drank Qiluo wine. His physical strength was stronger than that of monsters of the same level, so he didn't suffer too much. Otherwise, if he was an ordinary The person in the real martial arts realm was slapped to death by the black-robed man long ago.

"A mere ants in the seventh level of true martial arts dare to try to compete with me and seek their own death."

The black-robed man looked at Zhao Letian, who was coming to kill him, with disdain in his eyes.

In his opinion, Zhao Letian is looking for death. On his scimitar, there is the terrifying power of true essence of the Zongwu realm and the nine-fold perfect sword power. Even people of the same level dare not easily resist it. Let alone Zhao Letian, a mere seventh-level true martial artist.

"You are too confident, Fen Tianlei Dragon Spear, die."

Zhao Letian gave a deep indifference, and on the spear in his hand, besides the strength of the true energy of the seventh level of real martial arts, suddenly there was a force of nine levels of spear, nine levels of wind, nine levels of thunder, and nine levels of fire, and these four different forces The power was also fused by him, and a bloody thunder arc appeared on the gun body, filled with a terrifying killing atmosphere, exuding unparalleled terrifying power, one shot, directly shattered the black-robed man's sword light, penetrated his body.

(End of this chapter)