Zi Wuji ignored the seven golden-patterned dragons coming towards him, but raised his head slightly, looked up to the sky and whistled softly, as if he wanted to completely vent the unhappiness and depression in his heart.
When the gentle whistle dissipated, a phantom formed by condensed spiritual power appeared behind Zi Wuji. It was similar to Zhao Jiuge's Sanskrit Sound Body, but the condensed phantom was actually a purple shadow. Furry mink.
The phantom of the purple-haired marten was several meters in size and was not as lifelike as the golden-patterned dragon. However, Zi Wuji did not expect to use this to deal with the seven golden-patterned dragons. Instead, he whispered in his mouth, "Shura roars."
The voice was low, but it was full of murderous intent. Even he couldn't have some trump cards and tricks, so facing Zhao Jiuge's offensive, he could naturally use tricks to deal with it easily.
After all, their purple-haired mink clan is also considered to have a long history. How could it be possible that they don’t have some secret techniques? Moreover, at the moment, he can only ignore the consumption of his own energy and fight desperately to win and fight. Once he enters the Tianshan Pool, , the losses can naturally be easily replenished, and it can also be of great benefit to one's own reputation and future layout.
When Shura's roaring words fell, the phantom of the purple-haired ferret behind Zi Wuji actually made the same action as Zi Wuji before, looking up to the sky and roaring, but the sound it made was also very different. It was a low drink, but a sharp and harsh sound. The sound may not be too loud at first, but the sound has a long history and continues, so after listening to it, I just feel a little uncomfortable.
That kind of sound made the spirit sea in Zhao Jiuge's body boil. He was a little confused and even his head felt swollen. It seemed that his whole person had some adverse reactions. With a hint of irritation, Zhao Jiuge was also a little surprised by Zi Wuji's methods. , the two of them sighed at each other's opponent's power. There were very few methods similar to sonic attacks, but the degree of power of each one was unquestionable.
It was much more difficult to resist this kind of sonic attack. Zhao Jiuge could only release his spiritual power as much as he could, wrap himself up, resist the sound, and at the same time keep a close eye on the situation on the field.
When the Shura roared out, the purple-haired marten behind Zi Wuji still maintained the same posture and continued to roar. The sound emitted could even be seen with the naked eye, with a faint purple light.
The seven golden-patterned dragons that started to gain momentum were obviously affected by this, and their forward posture also began to slow down. In the dragon eyes, there was a humanized look of pain. , seeing this situation, Zhao Jiuge's heart sank, knowing that something was wrong.
After all, although these golden-patterned dragons are ultimately condensed from spiritual power, they still have some intelligence and already have their own emotions. Therefore, affected by Shura's roar, Zi Wuji would be dumbfounded if they were dead objects. , because this sonic offensive naturally has no effect on dead objects, only people.
After making a judgment in his heart, Zhao Jiuge immediately made a plan. He no longer watched the contest between the two sides, but continued to calmly resume his actions and display the Eight Desolations Sword Formation.
The fiery red light suddenly appeared, looking a little dazzling, like blood, and somewhat similar to some of the auras on Zi Wuji's body. Then eight small and exquisite Eight Desolate Divine Swords filled the air, unfolded one by one, and the fierce aura emanating from the body was like Like thousands of troops.
Zhao Jiuge did not look at the results of the seven golden-patterned dragons. He immediately took the time to control the eight Eight Desolations Divine Swords and headed towards Zi Wuji. After all, there could not be any relaxation. Once the sword formation enveloped Zi Wuji, Zi Wuji would definitely be destroyed. It's hard to fly without wings.
The eight small and exquisite Eight Desolate Divine Swords circled and then all galloped away, directly wrapping towards Zi Wuji. The movement here was naturally seen by Zi Wuji early, but even if he saw it, at this moment he could only There was nothing he could do, after all, there was nothing he could do against Zhao Jiuge. He was busy dealing with the seven golden-patterned dragons now, and he could only hope that the flying swords that were hovering could be resisted by himself later.
On the competition stage, auras flashed, purple, red and yellow. The movement was like fire burning clouds at the same time. Those who saw it were dazzled and even a little dazzling.
However, the intensity of the fight between the two far exceeded everyone's expectations. Even Zhao Jiuge himself did not expect that Zi Wuji's strength had improved rapidly in the past six months.
The Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.
The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons, who was sitting at the top, lazily changed her sitting position. After seeing the last resort and actions of the two, the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons sighed slightly and said, "It's over."
Although the words of the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons were somewhat ambiguous, the cultivation levels of those present were all at the top level, and they had practiced for many years, and seeing that they were not far behind, they naturally understood that this fight would finally come to an end, and who would win and who would lose. It's clear at a glance.
On the fighting stage.
When the seven golden-patterned dragons sprinted in front of Zi Wuji and got closer and closer to the phantom of the purple-haired marten, they began to be seriously affected.
When the leader of a gold-patterned dragon directly touched the sound wave, it immediately collapsed without exerting much power. The whole body was completely shattered and collapsed without any situation or condition at all, turning into a faint With the aura, the tyrannical golden-patterned dragon was directly shattered, which shows how tyrannical the sonic offensive emanating from Shura's roar was.
If Zhao Jiuge hadn't sensed something was wrong before, and had even made some expected preparations in his heart, I'm afraid Zhao Jiuge would have been surprised. But now that he has used the Eight Desolations Sword Formation, he feels calm in his heart. It can even be said that It is confident.
The more serious the loss of the seven golden-patterned dragons is, the more serious the consumption of Zi Wuji will be. Therefore, the more powerless Zi Wuji will be to resist the subsequent Eight Desolations Sword Formation. In that case, he will be bound by the Eight Desolations Sword Formation. Zi Wuji is absolutely bound to lose.
"Bang bang bang..."
The sound of collapse and shattering was endless, and in a split second, the three golden-patterned dragons were directly destroyed. Zhao Jiuge, who saw it, would be lying if he said he was not heartbroken. After all, it was all his own hard work. Once it is condensed with one's own spiritual power, once it is lost, it will take time and spiritual power to condense it again.
When a total of five golden-patterned dragons were destroyed, the remaining two golden-patterned dragons finally bombarded directly in front of Zi Wuji. Zi Wuji, who was in a panic, waved it out, Sharp claws and several rays of spiritual light burst out directly, trying to block the two golden-patterned dragons.
Although Shura's roaring attack had weakened and even showed signs of strength, the two golden-patterned dragons bombarding him in front of him were naturally not what they were at their peak state.
"boom."
Several beams of purple spiritual light burst out from under the sharp claws, directly hitting the golden-patterned dragon, and immediately shattered another one. A cloud of golden spiritual mist exploded, and then dispersed.
"boom."
Almost at the next moment, a dull sound resounded. It was the only remaining golden-patterned dragon that bombarded Zi Wuji. Even Zi Wuji felt a tightness in his chest because of this violent bombardment. , the spiritual power in the body became unstable.
As for the purple body-protecting aura on his body, it dimmed in an instant. Even if it blocked the bombardment of the golden-patterned dragon, it could not withstand the violent impact at all.
Zi Wuji was once again affected by the offensive. Due to the confusion of spiritual power in his body, his spiritual power stagnated for a moment. Even the shadow of the purple ferret behind him became dim and finally disappeared, without the support of spiritual power. , all the powerful offensives just can't be used.
Fortunately, this state only lasted for a few seconds. He endured the discomfort in his body, and Zi Wuji immediately became energetic again. Even if he was affected by the injury, it did not mean that he had lost his combat effectiveness, but now Zi Wuji's aura began to weaken, which meant that the gap between the two was narrowing. It could even be said that Zhao Jiuge now began to take the initiative in the field.
Because, the eight Eight Desolate Divine Swords had already begun to circle around, covering Zi Wuji. The whole process only took a blink of an eye, and the speed was so fast that Zi Wuji was caught off guard.