While deducing in his mind, Zong Shou stepped forward again. The whole person actually did not retreat but advanced, facing the fierce flames, and stabbed with a sword.
Halfway through the sword, a spiral sword force entwined with water and fire energy suddenly came out through the sword.
The sword light shone, and it penetrated the mighty wind with ease, directly piercing the man's throat.
The Xiongkui narrowed his eyes and subconsciously wanted to slap the sword away. But just as he waved his hand, his eyes shrank sharply, full of shock.
It was just a simple stab with a sword, and at most it only had a negligible amplitude. However, at this moment, he only felt that no matter how hard he resisted, he could not avoid the sword piercing his throat.
Almost subconsciously, Xiong Kui's figure retreated violently, and he still threw out a palm knife with his right hand. Countless silver-white flames spurted out, suddenly turning into a fire whip several feet long, slashing across the air toward Zong Shou's waist!
"So that's it, this is the Imperial Flame Burning Spirit Art of your Flame Bear Clan, it's really extraordinary!"
Zong Shou was slightly bright, and the sword in his hand still stabbed and shook, and hit the male leader's chin with a hard "snap" sound. Then he slashed to the side with his hand, and completely shattered the flame whip. There was no trace of it on his body. With a little spark, he pointed at Xiong Kui and smiled gently: "Finally, he showed some real skills.
But if you want to capture me and escape, it's not enough. "
Xiong Kui's expression was extremely difficult to see. He clenched his teeth tightly, causing traces of blood to penetrate into those teeth. A burst of spiral energy rushed into his jaw, and it was also swirling with water and fire. He had to use all his strength to get rid of it. No matter how idiot you are, you can know that the other party is deliberately tempting you to do something.
This Zong Shou is not only weak in martial arts as he imagined, but also a psychic in swordsmanship!
If the other party had murderous intentions, then the two sword strikes could have killed him.
At this moment, he almost had the urge to curse.
If this Crown Prince of Qiantian Mountain is really the rubbish rumored. So what does it mean for him and Feng Yu to be like this? dross
You should have thought long ago that if you can make a person like Zong Yuan willing to serve, how could he really be a useless person
Zong Shou, however, still half-closed his eyes, continuing to sense the changes in the other person's aura, his eyes gradually filled with joy.
He basically understood the principles of the Emperor Flame Burning Spirit Art. Of course there are many places that cannot be fully known. However, his martial arts experience is enough to complete the puzzle.
Just when I was thinking that since this person had stopped taking action, I might as well finish this guy off completely.
I saw Xiong Kui roaring again and rushing towards him, his whole body was like a huge wall, pressing over him. The ferocious look in his eyes almost turned into reality.
When he took action before, he tried his best to suppress his voice so as not to alarm the people outside the tent.
At this moment, he didn't care at all. With this palm, the temperature in the entire tent immediately increased several times, and the energy was overflowing! The carpet and curtain started to spontaneously ignite without any wind.
The first person who felt something was wrong was Zong Lan, who stood outside the camp like a javelin.
Zong Shou was arranged to guard outside the tent, but that brat Zong Yuan was able to follow the prince inside. Zong Lan frowned, feeling quite dissatisfied.
At this moment, I could hear the roar of a tiger in the tent, and almost immediately I rushed inside.
When the scene in the distance jumped into his field of vision, Zong Lan's eyes immediately turned red and he subconsciously wanted to pounce forward.
But as soon as his figure moved, there was another fierce spear coming from beside him, stabbing at him quickly. Block all his forward momentum.
"Zongyuan, it's you! You are really ambitious!"
Zong Lan suddenly felt his heart clenching violently. With Zongyuan's temperament, how could he be willing to serve the prince
If Zong Shou died in the hands of this hero, then this guy would naturally not be bound by the blood oath.
But he immediately felt that something was wrong. Zongyuan's spear power seemed to be just for interception and had no killing intent. And in this way, even if you can escape the constraints of the blood oath, you will definitely suffer huge damage, and the gain will not be worth the loss.
Before he could think about it carefully, Zong Lan drew his sword. Cut away the spear shadow that was stabbing him.
However, at this time, I heard a crisp sound in the distance: "Pop."
And Zong Lan's body suddenly froze.
Oh my god, what did he see? Xiong Kui, who used all his strength to rush towards Zong Shouhu, was hit hard on the cheek by a shining sword. The whole person was whipped several feet away.
And the owner of the sword was surprisingly Zong Shou, who was supposed to be in danger.
I still didn't believe it at first, but in an instant, the Xiongkui pounced on me again.
The aura was fierce, and the whole person was like a giant bear burning with silver-white flames. Those hands seemed to be able to tear everything apart.
But as soon as he got in front of Zong Shou, Zong Shou drew him away with a sword.
At this moment, the situation of the two people in front of him was completely reversed in Zong Lan's mind.
The hero, who was supposed to be like a giant bear fighting a rabbit, has turned into a rabbit that shows its teeth and claws, but is not even remotely threatening. And Zong Shou, who should have no fighting power and should close his eyes and wait for death, is now transformed into a lion, teasing and playing with a red-eyed rabbit.
It took a while before Zong Lan came back to his senses, but then he shouted loudly: "Everyone, give me a T! Get away! Within three breaths, all of you must retreat 500 feet away! Who is it?" Anyone who dares to peek or use his spiritual consciousness to test himself will definitely be killed by me, Zong Lan."
Outside the camp, the Black Fox knights who were expected to follow them all looked at each other in confusion. Although it was strange, he still followed Zong Lan's words, turned his back and retreated five hundred feet away. At this time, Zong Lan took a deep breath: "Young master, he already knows martial arts? I don't If you read it wrong, young master, please take care of him."
Looking in front of him, Zong Lan's eyes flickered and he was not sure: "It seems like a psychic with swordsmanship?"
"Your Majesty's swordsmanship is indeed a hundred times better than mine!"
Zong Yuan took the lead slightly, and then said in a calm tone: "But the prince majored in spiritual arts, and now he is a night wandering spiritual master."
Zong Lan's heart shrank sharply again, but this stab was different from the previous palpitations, but filled with indescribable joy.
When I heard the words "Night Wandering Spirit Master", I subconsciously didn't believe it. But soon he realized that Zong Shou relied on the spiritual energy around him every step he took. Therefore, he is not afraid of the white flames. As expected, his whole body is blessed by several spiritual arts, and he also has several extraordinary spiritual weapons. Able to challenge the heroes without falling behind at all.
His eyes widened again, and he looked towards the edge, where he was sitting quietly astride Weak Shui, as if he were invisible.
Just as his eyes showed the intention of asking, Wu Shui also looked over, his eyes were extremely pure: "As I said, the young master is very strong, don't worry."
Zong Lan was speechless for a while. Did those few simple words count as being told to him
On Zong Shou's side, Xiong Kui was struck with his sword several times. It seemed that he finally felt impatient and kept shaking his head.
"What a pity! In your lifetime, your cultivation has only reached the realm of the Six Meridians Martial Arts. The Emperor's Flame Burning Spirit Technique is still far away from home. Biyuan, give me your gun!"
Zongyuan did not hesitate and threw away the purple thunder gun in his hand. Zong Shou took it in his hand and took a look. I saw that the Juyuan Pearl on the spear was still there, but the spiritual formation on it was gone.
Zong Shou didn't care. He held the tail of the gun and pointed it straight ahead.
"Although you have a good understanding of the violent thundering spear intention, you can only use the situation to achieve it, but you have not grasped the fundamentals. I will use it again today to see it clearly!" As soon as he finished speaking, the purple spear was suddenly surrounded by Dazzling purple light, countless electric snakes were generated out of thin air, converging on the tip of the spear from all directions.
Zongyuan's expression was slightly startled, but his eyes immediately brightened with joy, and he paid careful attention. But that Xiongkui felt completely different at this moment.
I just feel that the thunder light gathered by Zong Shou at this time is less than one-tenth of what Zong Yuan used before when he used the Thunder Spear Intent.
However, it is even more condensed, completely contained within the body and the gun blade, and the aura is even more dangerous!
Then the next moment, the tip of the spear seemed to tremble slightly. Then the sky was filled with the afterimages of the purple spears. At this moment, I don’t know how many times it was stabbed out. I just knew that they were like deadly spear shadows, piercing through the edges crazily.
Xiong Kuihu roared, not daring to raise his front at all, and used all his strength to retreat violently backwards.
The purple gun blade in front of him suddenly disappeared and appeared, sometimes real and sometimes illusory, shrouding it like it covered the sky and the sun.
He waved his arms uncertainly, trying to resist. However, he was unable to make contact with the gun body.
I felt that my body was pierced by the purple gun shadow one after another.
There are countless holes pierced in his body.
And when the blade light that filled the sky finally subsided, Zong Shou's figure was still standing ten feet away. He was frowning, seeming to be thinking about something.
Xiong Kui, on the other hand, suddenly lost all his strength and fell to his knees helplessly. He looked down at the hundreds of blood holes all over his body.
Fortunately, this Zongshou seemed to have restrained his strength and showed mercy. The wounds were not deep enough and did not really damage any vital internal organs.
But even so, these hundreds of wounds still made him dying.
Zong Yuan's eyes were filled with dazzling lights. But there is no focus, it seems that he is concentrating on recalling and thinking. The scene of the gun shooting out just now was enough to make him remember it for the rest of his life!
This is the true madness of the gun!
Zong Lan was silent for a while, looking at Zong Shou with unfamiliar eyes that he didn't recognize.
Just now, even he couldn't count how many shots Zong Shou fired.
If it weren't for the fact that he was indeed the king's bloodline, his soul would obviously be extremely pure and without any disharmony. He almost thought that the other party was pretending or taking over.
Zong Shou was confused for a moment and then woke up. He casually threw the gun in his hand back to Zong Yuan, and then fell into deep thought again.
1. He is well aware of his own strength. My spear skills shouldn't be so strong. There is no way that I can be so strong that this hero can't even block a shot.
When he drew the gun just now, he seemed to be able to feel that his true energy and spiritual energy seemed to be in surprisingly harmony at that moment.