Quanzhen Xianmen

Chapter 337 Restraint
"Magic weapon! The Birth of the Holy Light!"

A ball of extremely brilliant white light suddenly bloomed from the ring on Zhao Zhijing's right index finger. Once this magic weapon was activated, there were no shadows in all directions.Between the sky and the earth, there is a piece of clear blue.Zhao Zhijing also knew that Jiang Feng's darkness descending spell was very different from ordinary darkness descending spells, and it was much more powerful.

Even Zhao Zhijing's fire spells could not be deciphered.

Therefore, he had already prepared the fourth-order magic weapon of the Birth of the Holy Light.

"Jiang Feng, I'm invincible in the realm of Faxiang. No matter how strong you are, you can only be defeated." Zhao Zhijing usually hides behind him with a smiling face.But at this time, he was already full of anger, attacking crazily.

"Where does your confidence come from? You can win." Although Jiang Feng was parched by the flames, the effect was not too great. He sneered: "Fourth-level spells, nine thunders descend from the sky!"

boom!
Huanghuang Thunder and Lightning Tianwei, with a number of nine to the extreme, directly blasted down from the sky.

As for the flame spells on the ground, none of the other ones responded, only the Fire Wheel Sword Dance directly greeted them.

The high-speed cutting flame wings brought by the fire wheel sword dance directly hit the nine lightning bolts.

Thunder and lightning kept disappearing.

And the flame wings kept shrinking.

In the end, the thunder and lightning disappeared, and the wings of flame disappeared.

Zhao Zhijing's complexion showed a bit of solemnity, he knew clearly that although he was only on the ninth level of the Faxiang Realm.But with a fire magic weapon, plus his own flame scripture, his fire magic attack power is higher than that of the general tenth level of the magic phase.And Jiang Feng was able to draw with himself by relying on the nine thunders falling from the sky.

Five years ago, Jiang Feng was only on the sixth level of the Faxiang Realm.How much has he made in the past five years?

In Zhao Zhijing's heart, he couldn't help but feel a bit of doubt and shock.However, Jiang Feng had boasted about Haikou before that he had to do ten spells better than himself, which was already one spell just now, and if Jiang Feng didn't succeed in nine more spells, Jiang Feng would be the one who would be ashamed.Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, no matter what, he would survive the remaining nine spells.

……

Zhao Zhijing played five or six fourth-level spells at once, each of which was fierce and mighty, and a fire wheel sword dance counteracted the nine thunderstorms.The other fire spells also rushed directly at Jiang Feng.Zhao Zhijing waited for Jiang Feng to resist. In this way, his ten spell promises would be consumed crazily.

Seeing those four spells, they were about to hit Jiang Feng.

In Jiang Feng's hand, a diamond-shaped mirror like ice suddenly appeared.

As soon as the mirror came out, the temperature in all directions dropped crazily, as if it had gone from the midsummer of the blazing fire to the cold winter of nine overnight.

Even the fierce and powerful fourth-level fire element technique just now shrank instantly, and no longer showed any prestige.

"Fourth-order spell, Nine Thunders from Heaven!" Jiang Feng suddenly blasted out Nine Thunders from Heaven again.

Moreover, six of the same spells were blasted out in one breath.

The calamity of sixty-nine!

The thunder of sixty-nine!

54 purple thunders streaked across the void.With the majesty of the most holy of heaven and earth, the calamity of killing all, directly blasted over.Those thunderbolts were extremely thick, with a diameter of several feet, so many gathered together, it was all the light of lightning, and outsiders couldn't see clearly what was going on in the arena.

Zhao Zhijing felt something was wrong when he noticed the strange diamond-shaped mirror, but at this moment the thunder and lightning struck again.

He clearly knew that his fire spells were crazily weakened under the effect of the rhombic mirror.

However, in a short time, he couldn't think of any other way.

Only, brazenly confront.

"Fourth-level spell, Holy Shield of Fire."

"Fourth-level spell, fire barrier!"

"Fourth-level spell, dancing with flames!"

"Fourth-level spell, Vulcan Sword Dance!"

"Fourth-level spells, scorching rays!" At this moment, Zhao Zhijing, who was driven to a dead end, had already used all the fourth-level fire spells he could use, trying to block the crazy thunder and lightning, countless thick flames Crazy high temperatures began to radiate, and thunder and lightning, several feet long, slammed together fiercely.

The flames dissipated quickly, and so did the thunder and lightning.

Crackling, crackling.

However, it can be clearly seen that the flame dissipates much faster.

In fact, the attack of flame and lightning seems to be a long time, but in the real world, it is only a very short time.

Then, endless thunder and lightning, with the sound of crackling, purple light jumping, and the sky thunder repeatedly, bombarded Zhao Zhijing's body non-stop.

The flame shield used by Zhao Zhijing couldn't resist it at all, and it was broken repeatedly.Zhao Zhijing's appearance is above average, and he usually wears a feathered star crown, plus the temperament of the chief disciple, he is quite handsome and unrestrained.But at this time, he was struck by lightning, his feathers turned into scorched black, and his star crown was directly reduced to ashes.

Even his skin turned into scorched black.

This is not like a chief disciple, but like coming out of a coal mine.

His whole body flew down in the air, and after an unimaginably beautiful posture, his buttocks fell heavily on the ground.

And what was hit even more was Zhao Zhijing's self-esteem. Who was he, Zhao Zhijing? A disciple of Yuyangzi, a senior brother of Quanzhen Xianmen Zhi, the chief disciple, in front of other disciples, he always looked high and majestic. Incomparable, where has the majesty been swept away like now.

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood: "You, you despicable, you actually have a magic weapon! Otherwise, your magic attack is only about the same as mine. Shameless!"

Jiang Feng laughed dumbfounded: "Zhao Zhijing, Zhao Zhijing, other people may have some reason to say these words. But don't you feel extremely shameless when you say this? Do you have the qualifications? You have at least five things on your body. A magic weapon, I am only a magic weapon."

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but snorted.

"You, but that's all. You were defeated with just seven spells." Jiang Feng said dismissively, "The chief disciple of the Quanzhen Immortal Sect belongs to me."

All his life, Zhao Zhijing cared most about being the chief disciple.Because according to common sense, the chief disciple can take over the Quanzhen Immortal Sect after the elder ascends.For this position, he fought and defeated countless people of his generation. At that time, Yin Zhiping was actually slightly higher than Zhao Zhijing in terms of talent.

And Zhao Zhijing spent a lot of effort in planning to deal with Yin Zhiping.

Thinking of the loss of this position, he said "Pu", gushing out countless blood, and fell backwards.

Seeing Zhao Zhijing get such a result, Jiang Feng just sneered, it just made Zhao Zhijing lose face today.Thinking of Zhao Zhijing's countless evil deeds over the years, these are really nothing, and his road to revenge is just the beginning.

……

In fact, the magic weapon Jiang Feng used was called Hanxuan Lingbing Ice Mirror, which was very powerful among the fourth-order magic weapons, and there was even a certain room for upgrading. It was said that it could be upgraded to the fifth-level magic weapon.

The situation at that time was like this, because of the almost death of Qi Bing and the envoy of Cai, Jiang Feng rushed to Quanzhen Xianmen full of anger.

Along the way, he was also frowning and thinking hard about how to deal with Zhao Zhijing.If you use your own trump card, Fengling swordsmanship, it will be easy.But it would be silly to use a hidden killer to deal with such a character.

"What do you think? Since Zhao Zhijing likes magic weapons, you should also use magic weapons." Ao Yuyan said generously: "I have a Hanxuan Lingbing Ice Mirror, which is the ultimate magic weapon in the fourth rank, and it specializes in the power of fire spells. .You take it."

After finishing speaking, Ao Yuyan casually threw a cold, rhombus-shaped mirror with a flickering frost on it.

After Jiang Feng took it, he asked back: "I took this, what do you do?"

"What should I do? I have four such treasures. Giving you one won't affect anything at all." Princess Ao snorted arrogantly.

Jiang Feng was speechless on the spot. Even Zhao Zhijing, the chief disciple of the Quanzhen Immortal Sect, who had the support of the Quanzhen Immortal Sect, finally got together a set of four or five fire magic weapons.As for Ao Yuyan, she seems to be able to throw out a lot of magic weapons at will. There are three swords of the light spirit system of the fourth-order magic sword, four magic weapons of the ice system, and there are probably many others.

There is no treasure in Dragon Palace.

Compared with the immortal sects of Dongsheng Shenzhou, they are all paupers.

Then Jiang Feng studied the Hanxuanling ice mirror and found that it could not only restrain fire spells, but also slow down the enemy's speed.

(End of this chapter)