Unparalleled Heavenly Lord - Chapter 1005

[Chapter 779 Fighting Instinct]

Zheng Shiyi’s body had already retreated three feet away, and in the opposite position, the immovable king was standing with his sword, but he had already retreated four feet away.

“Fufuwang, he stepped back one foot more than Zheng Shiyi!”

“Zheng Shiyi, he actually overtook the Fudowang?”

“It’s just a competition of physical strength and strength, Zheng Shiyi is stronger than the Fudowang!”

“The Fudowang unexpectedly Lost?” In the

venue, exclamations of exclamations continued to come out.

“Crack…”

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the light curtain. A crack appeared at the apex of the Tongtian Immortal Demon Pagoda in Zheng Shiyi’s hand, and the crack quickly spread to the bottom of the tower, followed by a louder sound. issue.

The Tongtian Immortal Demon Pagoda was divided into two, completely broken!

“Zheng Shiyi’s Wubao is broken!”

“The sword of the Fudo King actually cut off Zheng Shiyi’s Wubao!”

“Qingluan Sword, this must be the Qingluan Sword of the Fudo King!”

“The Fudo King The Qingluan sword in his hand is said to contain the blood of the divine beast Qingluan. It is the Wubao bestowed by King Fudo after he made great contributions to the Jasper Sect! He actually used the Qingluan sword directly!

” As soon as they fought, Zheng Shiyi’s weapon was cut off, what should he do next?” In the

crowd, Huan Shi, Peng Junyue, and Mo Xing looked at Zheng Shiyi, who had nothing in his hand, worriedly.

King Fufu waved the Qingluan sword in his hand slightly, with a strange smile on his face, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: “This sword is called Qingluan. Treasure from my own hands!

Speaking of which, it is thanks to you, otherwise I would not be able to get such a treasure.”

“What? You want to use Yuqi to make me lose my mind? Fufu Wang, you are a little too low-end.” Zheng Shiyi sneered, looking at the broken Tongtian Immortal Pagoda in his hand, he was slightly shocked, Tongtian Immortal Pagoda, Ben He took it from the rogue loafers invited by Wang Shenji.

Afterwards, it was forged by the master of the herbal medicine, and it was already a heaven-level martial art treasure, but under the sword of Qingluan, it shattered in one blow.

The Tongtian Immortal Demon Pagoda was shattered, and the Blood Prison Buddha in his Qiankun bag that had not been used for a long time was afraid that it would not be able to fight against this Qingluan Sword.

All that’s left is the ink scale knife.

Since he came to this great world, he has not used the ink scale knife for a long time.

Although the ink-scale sword was a treasured sword that he had obtained from Xiaoqian World, after he came to Daqian World, General Wen once said that the ink-scale sword was very special.

I can also feel that the ink scale knife is unique, even evil, so evil that I don’t want to use this magic knife.

Only now, only the ink scale knife is used.

Zheng Shiyi raised his hand and stretched out, a long knife as black as ink appeared in his hand.

It seemed that it had been hidden for too long, and as soon as the ink scale knife appeared in the air, it immediately made a crisp sound, and a strong black **** gas gushed out from the blade, not Zheng Shiyi’s demonic energy, but it own magic!

The ink scale knife appeared, and it seemed that the whole world was much darker.

A gloomy, terrifying, and evil aura spread around.

On the high platform at the conference hall of the gods, Shi Mo looked at the ink-scaled sword that Zheng Shiyi suddenly took out, his body was shocked, and a complex light of doubt, surprise, and greed shot out from his eyes. That sword is the legendary handle. The magic knife in ?

That knife had been lost for too long, if it was it, how could it be in Zheng Shiyi’s hands!

King Fudo’s expression suddenly became solemn: “I didn’t expect you to hide so deeply and hide such a magic knife.” As the

voice fell, his body suddenly turned into a stream of light, rushing towards Zheng Shiyi.

Zheng Shiyi’s figure moved at the same time, and he also rushed forward.

The two people moved at the same time, as if two lightning bolts flew out. Wherever they passed, the air seemed to be split in an instant, revealing a clear crack.

In the Shenhou Conference venue, everyone only felt one green, one black, and two figures flashed past, followed by a loud bang, it seemed that two giant mountains collided, and a huge sound resounded through the heavens and the earth. ring.

Zheng Shiyi’s horizontal sword was in front of him, and he had just blocked the long sword that Fuwang Wang stabbed. When a huge force hit, he took a step back, and Fufuwang’s arm was pushed hard again, and his body bounced into the air. When the body flipped, the whole person instantly transformed into three figures, and the long sword in his hand stabbed into the sky.

Three silhouettes, each with different swordsmanship, each silhouette looks very real, people can’t tell the truth from the fake, it seems that three master swordsmen stab a sword at the same time. , there were even three sharp piercing sounds in the air!

Can’t tell!

Zheng Shiyi’s eyes suddenly froze. In the past, there were many opponents who used multiple shadow attacks, but none of them could do the same as the Fufu King. The cloned shadows made by them make people unable to distinguish the true from the false!

If you can’t tell the difference, then don’t tell the difference!

The ink-scaled sword in Zheng Shiyi’s hand was like a mace, and swept forward. Above the blade, thick black energy burst out, as if a black mist swept across the sky, dyeing the space in front of him black. It seemed that night had come.

With one slash, all the three figures transformed by the Fudo King were wrapped in it.

In the sky, the figures of the two immovable kings only came into contact with this black qi and immediately shattered.

Another one is real!

Zheng Shiyi turned his wrist and slashed towards the last unbroken shadow. The slash fell, as if the sky and the Milky Way fell, full of endless might, as if it could smash such a world into pieces.

Seeing that this knife was about to fall on the Fudo King, the Fudo King’s body in the sky suddenly became vacant, a cyan light flashed, and the Fudo King’s body suddenly jumped forward again, but the speed was faster than before. One point faster.

What a great speed!

Zheng Shiyi was startled, and his body quickly dodged to the side.

In the air, an extremely sharp sword that seemed to be able to penetrate the armor of the mysterious turtle flew down, and the sharp Qingluan sword instantly pierced the protective aura on Zheng Shiyi’s body, and slashed across his abdomen.

Fudo Wang’s whole body turned into a green light, and a sword cut through Zheng Shiyi’s abdomen. The speed was so fast that even he couldn’t stop.

Turning his head to look at Zheng Shiyi whose belly was cut open, a look of pity appeared in his eyes. If he had the control power of the peak period, he could stop his body as soon as possible and launch the second time. Attack, not like it is now.

Zheng Shiyi took two steps back one after another, and looked down, a wound more than half a foot long had been cut open on his abdomen, and an extremely sharp breath entered his body through the wound, rushing frantically.

Dong Dong… In

the body, Long Yancao’s martial spirit jumped wildly, and the green ivy gushed out, repairing the wound.

On the abdomen, the wound began to heal slowly, but the speed was much slower than before.

There seems to be a strange aura attached to the wound, blocking the healing of the Dragon Sprout Grass Martial Spirit.

Zheng Shiyi’s complexion changed slightly. The breath of the immovable king entering his body was very strange. Although Longyancao’s martial spirit could still be repaired, the speed at which it could be repaired was greatly slowed down. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

“If you can dodge a sword, I see how many swords you can dodge.”

King Fufu turned around, and his body rose into the air. Under the sunlight, his entire body turned into a green glow, appearing and disappearing in the air, as if it was just a matter of breathing. His body appeared from Zheng Shiyi’s side again. The Qingluan Sword stabbed diagonally, and stabbed Zheng Shiyi’s neck straight, with a speed like a stream of light!

When there was no time to let go, Zheng Shiyi suddenly raised the ink-scale knife in his hand and protected it in front of him.

The Qingluan Sword, which seemed to be able to pierce everything in the world, had a sharp tip like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, stabbing on the black ink-scaled sword.

In an instant, Qingmang flourished.

This layer of blue light shrouded the entire body of King Fudo.

On the blade of the ink scale knife, black light emerged, as if a dark river was surging, as if to annihilate everything.

At the intersection of the swords, a splendid spark suddenly burst out, followed by a loud noise as if the entire earth burst.

The sound was terrifying, and it seemed that the entire Thousand World of War was shaking wildly.

The bodies of the two of them went backwards.

Zheng Shiyi stepped back a distance of more than 20 feet, and then stabilized his body. An incomparable energy rushed wildly in his body. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face became more and more solemn.

With the knife just now, although he blocked the attack of the Fufu King at a critical moment, he was unable to fully exert his strength because he hurriedly responded. In fact, he still suffered a loss.

After King Fudo retreated more than ten meters, he took three steps to stabilize his body on the ground. The fighting intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and Zheng Shiyi was able to block the blow just now.

He was able to block this move entirely by virtue of his fighting instinct.

At such an age, to have such a fighting instinct is really rare, extremely rare.

Zheng Shiyi, he is indeed a genius among geniuses, but unfortunately, he is the enemy of the Jasper Sect!

The body of King Fudo flew into the air again, and the whole body was covered with layers of rays of light. The speed of his movements was even more strange, and people couldn’t find his trajectory. The Qingluan sword in his hand stabbed with sword after sword, making every move fierce and fierce. , the trick is fatal.

Zheng Shiyi was shrouded in black mist, like a demon god from hell. Although he was retreating step by step, he also resisted the attack of King Fufu.

In the venue, everyone stared blankly at the two sides fighting each other, but each of them held their breath unconsciously, and their faces were full of shock.

“Is this… is it really a battle in the Houjing realm?”

“The King Fudo’s attack is too advanced. Although I also entered the Qianqianghou, I can change it to me. In the face of the King Fudo’s attack, I’m afraid that I can’t resist a single move.”

“It turns out that the duel at the peak of Hou Jing is like this.” On the

high platform, Shi Mo’s eyes were fixed on the knife in Zheng Shiyi’s hand, which could actually block Qingluan, the king of the immovable king. Sword, this must be the knife, there must be nothing wrong!

Zheng Shiyi, he actually got that sword!

[End of this Chapter]