Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 232: Symbol
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Zhou Hongyong's face changed suddenly, and he cursed a lunatic in his heart. This guy made it clear that like a lunatic, he would rather resist the attack of a few people to hurt himself, and would not hesitate to die.
At this time, Zhou Hongyong still didn't understand why he scolded Zhao Jiuge again and again at the beginning. Zhao Jiuge didn't respond. This shows that he has just decided to kill himself.
Thinking of this, Zhou Hongyong also didn't care about the distraction of his mind and delayed the arrangement of the spiritual formation, but instead gave his full strength to the defense of the spiritual power holder Da Ri Immortal Zhong.
In this blind spot, Zhao Jiuge has already stepped forward, and the two are no more than a foot apart. Zhou Hongyong can clearly see the sneer on Zhao Jiuge's hideous face.
The hand stabbed, the tip of the sword of "Han Ming" moved forward, and as Zhou Hongyong's pupils kept widening, it directly blasted towards Zhou Hongyong's body.
The sword gas did not hurt Zhou Hongyong. This was also expected by Zhao Jiuge. His original intention at the beginning was to personally attack Zhou Hongyong with his natal Feijian Gong, just to try this superb spirit weapon. The power of flying swords.
Even if protected by the two layers of light curtains of the Great Sun Immortal Bell, Zhou Hongyong's skin has faintly felt the tingling sensation of the skin, even at this time, Zhou Hongyong still does not give up the spiritual formation that has been arranged previously. , But gritted his teeth and resisted. I was still hoping to resist this sword and waiting for the rescue of the other people. However, it was also because of this mistake. I did not give up on the arrangement of the spiritual formation and used my full force to defend. , Which led to his dismal end.
"Crack..."
When ‘Han Ming’ pierced the yellow light curtain, the sharp aura around the sword directly agitated, directly breaking the outermost light curtain to pieces.
After tightly for a while, it pierced the second light curtain, and the light curtain of the lighter color inside burst open before it lasted for a breath.
Zhou Hongyong's pupils shrank, only to feel that his whole body was pricked by a needle, and the flowing sword energy was already visible to the naked eye. This time, the'Han Ming' holding the best spirit weapon directly swept the defense of this great sun immortal clock, and replaced it with a general spirit weapon flying sword, which I didn't even think.
Zhou Hongyong's scalp was numb, and he felt the pain in his whole body. Zhou Hongyong only realized at this time that Zhao Jiuge, whom he had always despised, had been tightly past these few months, and his overall strength had undergone earth-shaking changes. So far, I can only look up to him.
"Punch..."
In the next moment, the six-foot-long'Han Ming' directly penetrated Zhou Hongyong's chest, and the ink-colored gown he was wearing was dyed red by the blood donation, like a white plum just painted, desolate Fascinating.
"Isn’t that if you are not convinced, I can do what you do. Now you know."
Zhao Jiuge moved his head forward a little, and said in a cold tone, his eyes looked at Zhou Hongyong, who was distorted by his painful facial features, without emotion.
Zhou Hongyong's eyes widened and his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything, and his consciousness only stayed at this moment.
After saying this, Zhao Jiuge violently pulled out the "Han Ming" in his hand, raised his right foot and bent his knee, and then stomped hard, Zhou Hongyong was like a dead grass floating in the air, and then fell to the ground. After a few twitches all over, there was no movement, and the whole breath was sluggish, and it seemed that he was not dead anymore.
Fortunately, Zhao Jiuge, who was in anger, did not lose his calmness. He just pierced his chest with a sword. If the sword pierced the pubic area and wounded the spirit pill, Zhou Hongyong's immortality would be considered useless.
The disciples who watched looked at each other. They didn't expect Zhou Hongyong to start his hands. At this moment, no one dared to say bad things about Zhao Jiuge, because he had already proved himself with his strength, and this time it was even better with Zhou Hongyong. Clean and neat, obviously there is another leap in strength.
On the white jade stairs, Du Jun's face was gloomy as if water was dripping, but there was no sound.
Zhou Hongyong, who was severely injured, was naturally lifted down and treated quickly, but although people can be healed, the shadows left by this act like a face slap cannot be swept away in a day or two.
"This Zhao Jiuge is too ruthless to start, but the disciples of the sect are not able to fight against each other. Even if Hongyong is done this week, it is estimated that it will be delayed for half a year." Changfeng elder frowned and looked unhappy. He said that Zhao Jiuge was not pleasing to his eyes, so naturally he would not let go of any targeted opportunities.
The expressions of the other people next to them were different. Except for Zhang Xu who laughed darkly there, most of them were more concerned about the situation in the court.
"Isn’t there a dead hand, don’t worry, so many of us are here, if we can still die, then we have lived so many years for nothing, let them continue to play, we just don’t bother." Elder Xiaofeng didn't twist, and said lightly, although his voice was very soft, he carried a sense of majesty.
Elder Changfeng immediately closed his mouth with interest, and had made up his mind not to speak much. It seems that Elder Xiaofeng has been tactfully defending Zhao Jiuge today. He simply focused on his apprentice king Yong's body.
"Laugh a fart, this is just the beginning, don't forget that we Xuan Qifeng also has a Fang Qiwen, you should take care of your two apprentices."
Perhaps because the smile on Zhang Xu’s face on the side has not diminished, Du Jun finally couldn’t help but scolded a few words. When he thought that his only top-ranked apprentice thought this method was defeated, the unhappiness between his eyebrows became even greater. Rich.
At this moment, Zhang Xu's face is still smiling, because he is in a good mood, and he doesn't bother to pay attention to Du Jun, Guo Liangliang and Chen Hailong are his apprentices, how can he be unhappy, this time he is counting on his two The apprentice showed himself a face.
At this time, the situation in the field has changed again, and everyone can't help but see it with enthusiasm. When Zhao Jiuge hit Zhou Hongyong heavily, the criss-crossing sword energy released by the other four people behind him has already rushed.
Faced with the strong sword aura of killing and killing, Zhao Jiuge naturally felt, and facing this inevitable situation, he naturally knew that at the moment when he pierced the flying sword into Zhou Hongyong’s body, Zhao Jiuge was I have already weighed the pros and cons.
The eighth-grade spirit pill has been quietly suspended in the void above Zhao Jiuge's head, and no matter how he moves, it has been floating with it.
Fang Qiwen's sword auras had already blinked, and when he was about to tear Zhao Jiuge's body, a purple-blue aura poured out, and the aura was mixed with thunder and roar.
Although Zhao Jiuge gave up his defensive preparations earlier, he would naturally not be so stupid as to allow others to attack. The purple thunder armor he wore on his body immediately showed his power.
Those sharp sword auras were instantly submerged in the thunder of the Purple Pole Mixed Thunder Armor, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Jiuge had turned around, and the "Han Ming" in his hand was already glowing.
Faced with the teamwork of everyone, even Zhao Jiuge knew that he did not have much chance of winning. The more he dragged on, the more disadvantaged he would be. To seize this small chance of victory, he could only use the power of thunder to eliminate a few people. Otherwise, even though he had an eight-rank spirit pill, facing the five disciples of the spirit pill realm and all wearing a few spiritual weapons, they would be so pale and weak.
Obviously, everything is still under the control of Zhao Jiuge, and he has directly utilized the characteristics of the spirit weapon to the fullest, but the only regret in my heart is that the spirit weapon can only exert its power after the Nascent Soul Stage. .
The'Han Ming' in his hand is constantly waving, and the silver sword aura is constantly exuding. Now, Zhao Jiuge has made a qualitative leap in the understanding of the Xuantian Jianjue. Naturally, he is not weaker than these inner disciples. The instinctive power of'Han Ming' inside, even in the face of the sword aura of the four, Zhao Jiuge can still keep the wind down, but this is only temporary.
After dissolving the sky full of sword aura that the four of them joined together, the aura in the body completely rolled up. Zhao Jiuge, who was focusing on urging the dragon with the golden pattern, did not notice the dark ink-colored brave jade pendant on the waist of the black brocade robe. It suddenly lit up.
The brightness this time was more obvious than the previous few times, but it was concealed by the glittering light in the field, and when the brave jade pendant was lit up, it revealed a magical breath!
However, as the dragon chant sounded, the light of the jade pendant suddenly converged, and the breath that had just been exposed suddenly disappeared, and suddenly returned to its previous ordinary appearance.
The dragon roars and gleams.
It is Zhao Jiuge's famous method, the golden pattern wandering the dragon, but as he enters the martial art, he has cultivated from two to four, and every time he fights, the number increases.
When the four golden-patterned wandering dragons hovered proudly in the air, the roars of the dragons were intertwined with each other, exuding ear-splitting noises, and their momentum completely shocked some disciples.
Time is victory. Winning or losing can often be decided in the blink of an eye. Zhao Jiuge will naturally not make such mistakes. When the four golden dragons appeared, Zhao Jiuge urged them to attack.
Seeing four sudden golden-patterned wandering dragons, Fang Qiwen did not hesitate to take precautions because he had seen the power of these golden-patterned wandering dragons last time.
Wang Yong gave up the offense and decisively defended as soon as he saw the golden-patterned dragon and felt a smile in his heart.
Only Guo Liangliang and Chen Hailong were still watching this sudden scene dumbfounded. They were a little dumbfounded, but such a short moment made them miss the time to prepare.
The four golden-patterned wandering dragons went to each of the four. When Guo Liangliang and Fang Qiwen reacted, it was too late to take measures.
The corners of Bianhong Ling's mouth in the distance have subconsciously hung a smile. Seeing Zhao Jiuge's cultivation and controlling the situation of the scene, when everything is moving in the direction under his control, she knows that the little brother should win without accident. .
The beautiful eyes looked at the young man deeply, and I couldn't help thinking of seeing the younger brother in Qingrong Town for the first time. Then there was some sorrow in his eyes, unknowingly the younger brother has grown up, and all aspects are advancing by leaps and bounds. And she is already old.
In the slender, white and tender right palm, tied Hongling kept playing with a small transparent sword the size of a finger. The whole small sword was crystal clear and translucent. Some of them were similar to the three sword qi imprints given to Zhao Jiuge by the waning moon, but this The transparent sword is not offensive, it is purely a symbolic item.
It is a rune that can only be worn by the chief disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect. It is replaced every two hundred years. Therefore, the rune of this Xuantian Sword Sect has naturally been passed down to many hands. It will not be long before this one has been with her for two hundred years. It's about to be handed over to my junior brother.
For some reason, Bian Hong Ling looked at the heroic and graceful figure in the court, and a brief blur appeared in his eyes.
"I have no birth but no one,"
"Junsheng I am old."
"Hate is not born at the same time,"
"Good day and good day."
Bian Hong Ling with blurred eyes murmured these words, Wu Tianshan's eyes jumped, his face changed greatly, and a terrible conjecture suddenly appeared in his heart!
Even Bian Hong Ling didn't know why he suddenly had such a thought. Perhaps it was because Qingxiu who had been alone for many years was too lonely, perhaps because of the young and delicate smile of Zhao Jiuge for the first time.
After spending many days with Lotus Peak, the moment when Zhao Jiuge put the purple jade hairpin on her blue silk, she had an extra figure in her heart. She didn’t know what this feeling was, because of the taboo of identity. Don't bother to think about it.
As long as I can look at that figure once in a while, maybe I just want to have a sustenance of dependence in my heart!
The unexpected situation in the field did not stop due to this small episode.
Several muffled noises suddenly came from the court.