Zhou Hongyong's expression suddenly changed, and he cursed a madman in his heart. This guy made it clear that he was like a madman and would rather resist the attacks of several people than hurt himself, even if they both died together.
At this time, Zhou Hongyong still didn't understand why he had scolded Zhao Jiuge over and over again at first, but Zhao Jiuge didn't respond. This clearly meant that he had just decided to commit suicide.
Thinking of this, Zhou Hongyong ignored the distraction and delayed the arrangement of the spiritual formation, and instead used all his strength to output the defense of the Great Sun Eternal Bell, the keeper of spiritual power.
In this blind moment, Zhao Jiuge had already stepped forward. The two were only one foot apart. Zhou Hongyong could clearly see the sneer on Zhao Jiuge's ferocious face.
With the hand thrust, the tip of the 'Han Ming' sword moved forward, and with Zhou Hongyong's pupils constantly widening, it directly hit Zhou Hongyong's body.
The sword energy could not hurt Zhou Hongyong, which was also expected by Zhao Jiuge. His original intention at the beginning was to personally attack Zhou Hongyong with his natal flying sword, and he just happened to have a try on this top-quality flying sword. power.
Even though he was protected by the two-layer light curtain of the Eternal Sun Clock, Zhou Hongyong's skin could already vaguely feel the tingling sensation on his skin. Even at this time, Zhou Hongyong still did not give up on the spiritual formation that had been arranged previously. He gritted his teeth and resisted, still hoping in his heart that he could withstand the sword and waiting for the help of the other people to arrive. However, it was this mistake of not giving up on setting up the spiritual formation and using all his strength to defend, which led to his disastrous end.
"Click..."
When 'Han Ming' penetrated the yellow light curtain, the sharp energy around the sword body stirred directly, directly shattering the outermost layer of light curtain into pieces.
After a short while, it penetrated the second layer of light curtain, and the lighter color of the inner layer of light curtain broke apart one after another before it lasted for a breath.
Zhou Hongyong's pupils shrank, and he felt as if his whole body was being pricked by needles, and the flowing sword energy was already visible to the naked eye. This time, 'Han Ming', who was holding the best spiritual weapon, directly swept through the defense of the Eternal Sun Bell. It would have been unthinkable if it had been replaced by an ordinary spiritual weapon, a flying sword.
Zhou Hongyong's scalp was numb and he felt pain all over his body. Only then did Zhou Hongyong realize that Zhao Jiuge, whom he had always despised, had undergone earth-shaking changes in his overall strength over the past few months. At this point, he could only look up to Zhao Jiuge. It's his share.
"Puch..."
The next moment, the six-foot-long 'Han Ming' penetrated directly into Zhou Hongyong's chest, and the blood donation dyed the ink-colored gown he was wearing red, like a freshly painted wintersweet, desolate and beautiful.
"Didn't you say that if you are not convinced, what can I do to you? Now you know."
Zhao Jiuge moved his head forward a little and said in a cold tone. His eyes were emotionless as he looked at Zhou Hongyong, whose facial features were distorted by pain.
Zhou Hongyong's eyes widened and his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything. In the end, his consciousness only stayed at this moment.
After saying this, Zhao Jiuge fiercely took out the 'Han Ming' in his hand, raised his right foot and bent his knee, and then kicked hard. Zhou Hongyong was like a withered grass floating in the air, and then fell to the ground with a crash, his whole body twitching. After a few times, there was no movement, and the whole breath was sluggish. It seemed that he would not be any better if he was not dead.
Fortunately, the angry Zhao Jiuge did not lose his composure, and just stabbed his chest with a sword. If the sword penetrated the Dantian and damaged the elixir, then Zhou Hongyong would be considered useless even if he did not die.
The watching disciples looked at each other, not expecting that Zhou Hongyong's life and death would be unknown just after taking action. At this moment, no one dared to speak ill of Zhao Jiuge, because he had already proven himself with his strength, and this time Zhou Hongyong was even more clean and tidy than the last time he faced off. , obviously there has been another leap in strength.
On the white jade stairs, Du Jun's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water, but he did not say a word.
Zhou Hongyong, who was seriously injured, naturally had to be carried down and treated quickly. However, although people can be cured, the shadow left by this slap in the face cannot be dissipated in a day or two.
"Zhao Jiuge is too ruthless. Disciples of the sect must not kill each other during the competition. Even if Zhou Hongyong recovers this week, he will probably lose half a year of practice time." Elder Changfeng frowned and said with an unhappy expression. He didn't like Zhao Jiuge, so naturally he would not miss any opportunity to target him.
The other people next to him had different expressions. Except for Zhang Xu who laughed sinisterly a few times, most of the others were more concerned about the situation on the field.
"Isn't this a deadly attack? Don't worry, there are so many of us here. If someone can still die, then our lives have been in vain for so many years. Let them continue to play, and we just don't disturb them." Xiaofeng Chang The old man didn't hesitate and said calmly. Although his voice was very soft, it had a sense of majesty.
Elder Changfeng immediately closed his mouth knowingly, and had already made up his mind not to say too much. It seemed that Elder Xiaofeng had been tactfully defending Zhao Jiuge today, and he simply focused his attention on his disciple Wang Yong. .
"You're just laughing. This is just the beginning. Don't forget that we also have Fang Qiwen in Xuanqi Peak. You'd better take care of your two apprentices."
Perhaps because the smile on Zhang Xu's face never faded, Du Jun finally couldn't help but scolded him a few times. When he thought that his only top-ranked disciple thought he had lost in this way, the unhappiness between his eyebrows became even more intense. .
At this moment, Zhang Xu's face was still smiling. Because he was in a good mood, he didn't bother to pay attention to Du Jun. Guo Liangliang and Chen Hailong were both his apprentices. How could he not be happy? This time he was counting on his two apprentices to help him. Show your face.
At this time, the situation in the field changed again, and everyone couldn't help but watch with excitement. After Zhao Jiuge severely injured Zhou Hongyong, the criss-crossing sword energy released by the other four people behind him had already rushed towards him.
Facing the murderous sword energy, Zhao Jiuge naturally felt something. Facing this unavoidable situation, he naturally knew that the moment he pierced the flying sword into Zhou Hongyong's body, Zhao Jiuge already felt it in his heart. Be prepared to weigh the pros and cons.
The eighth-grade elixir has been floating quietly in the void above Zhao Jiuge's head. No matter how he moves, it always floats with him.
Fang Qiwen's sword energy had arrived in the blink of an eye, and when he was about to tear Zhao Jiuge's body apart, a purple-blue aura poured out, mixed with thunder and roaring sounds.
Although Zhao Jiuge had given up on defensive preparations before, he would not be stupid enough to allow others to attack him. The Ziji hybrid thunder armor he wore immediately showed its power.
Those sharp sword energy were instantly submerged in the thunder light of Ziji Hybrid Thunder Armor, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Jiuge had turned around, and the 'Han Ming' in his hand was already blazing with aura.
Facing the joint efforts of everyone, even Zhao Jiuge knew that he had little chance of winning. The longer he delayed, the worse it would be for him. If he wanted to seize this small chance of victory, he could only use the power of thunder to kill a few people, otherwise even if He possesses an eighth-grade spiritual elixir, but he is so helpless when facing five disciples who are in the spiritual elixir realm and each carry several spiritual weapons.
Obviously, everything is still under Zhao Jiuge's control, and he has directly maximized the characteristics of the spiritual weapon. However, the only regret in his heart is that the spiritual weapon can only exert its power when it reaches the Nascent Soul realm.
The 'Han Ming' in his hand kept waving, and the silver sword energy continued to emit. Now Zhao Jiuge has made a qualitative leap in his understanding of the Xuantian Sword Technique. He is naturally no weaker than these inner disciples, plus the 'Han Ming' in his hand. Due to Ming's instinctive power, even when faced with the sword energy of four people, Zhao Jiuge could still keep up, but this was only temporary.
After dispelling the sky-wide sword energy of the four people, the spiritual energy in the body began to tumble completely. Zhao Jiuge, who was concentrating on activating the golden-patterned dragon, did not notice that the dark ink-colored Pixiu jade pendant on the waist of the black brocade robe suddenly lit up. one time.
The brightness this time was more obvious than the previous times, but it was covered up by the flashing light in the field, and when the Pixiu Jade Pendant lit up, it actually revealed the aura of a magic weapon!
However, as the dragon's roar sounded, the light of the jade pendant suddenly converged, and the aura it had just revealed suddenly dissipated, and it suddenly returned to its previous ordinary appearance.
The dragon roared and golden light shone.
It is Zhao Jiuge's famous method, Golden Pattern Wandering Dragon, but as he entered the sect, he has practiced from two to four, and the number has increased with every battle.
When the four golden-patterned dragons were proudly entrenched in the air, the roars of the dragons intertwined with each other, emitting an ear-splitting sound, and their momentum completely shocked some disciples.
Time is victory, and victory or defeat can often be decided in the blink of an eye. Zhao Jiuge naturally would not make such mistakes. As soon as the four golden-patterned dragons appeared, Zhao Jiuge urged them to attack.
Seeing four golden-patterned dragons coming out of nowhere, Fang Qiwen immediately took precautions without hesitation because he had seen the power of these golden-patterned dragons last time.
As soon as Wang Yong saw the golden-patterned dragon and felt the smile emerging from his heart, he gave up the attack and defended decisively.
Only Guo Liangliang and Chen Hailong were still staring at this sudden scene, a little dazed, but for such a short moment, they missed the time to prepare.
Four golden-patterned dragons headed towards the four of them respectively. By the time Guo Liangliang and Fang Qiwen reacted, it was already too late to take measures.
Fu Hongling, who was in the distance, had a subconscious smile on her lips. When she saw that Zhao Jiuge was practicing to control the situation, and everything was developing in the direction under his control, she knew that her junior brother should win without any accident.
She looked deeply at the young man with beautiful eyes. She couldn't help but think of the first time she saw her junior brother in Qingrong Town. Then her eyes were a little sad. Unknowingly, her junior brother had grown up and was making rapid progress in all aspects. And she, Already old.
In the palm of her slender, white and tender right hand, Fu Hongling kept playing with a small transparent sword that was only the size of a finger. The entire small sword was crystal clear and translucent. Some of it was similar to the three sword energy marks that Zang Yue rewarded Zhao Jiuge, but this small transparent sword It's not offensive, it's purely a symbolic item.
It is a talisman that can only be worn by the chief disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect. It is replaced every two hundred years, so this sigil of Xuantian Sword Sect has naturally been passed down through many hands. Soon, this talisman that has been with her for two hundred years will be handed over. It’s up to his junior brother.
For some reason, Bie Hongling looked at the heroic and delicate figure in the field, and there was a brief blur in her eyes.
"I gave birth to you before I gave birth to you,"
"Young, I am old."
"I wish I could live at the same time,"
"Best wishes to you every day."
Fu Hongling, who had blurry eyes, murmured these words. Wu Tianshan's eyes jumped and his face changed drastically. There was a look of horror in his eyes, and a terrible suspicion suddenly appeared in his heart!
Even Fu Hongling didn't know why she suddenly had such thoughts. Maybe it was because she was too lonely after being alone for many years, or maybe it was because she saw Zhao Jiuge's green and delicate smile for the first time.
After spending many days together at Lianhua Peak, the moment Zhao Jiuge put the purple jade hairpin on her blue hair, there was a figure in her heart. She didn't know what this feeling was. Because of the taboo of her identity, she was too lazy to go. Think more.
As long as I can occasionally take a look at that figure, maybe it's just to have a kind of sustenance to rely on!
The shocking situation in the field did not stop because of this small episode.
Several muffled sounds suddenly came from the field.