"puff!"
On the ruins of the caustic soda plant, my grandmother was smashed into the rubble. Her chest heaved for a moment, but she couldn't hold it back and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Her aura was no longer strong and was weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the other side, lava-like flames spurted out from Bingzhaizi's severed arm, slowly condensing into a white arm.
The caustic soda plant covering an area of 150,000 square meters was completely reduced to ruins, with not a single intact building left.
"Your aura is plummeting, unparalleled fighting spirit, and your successor is your biggest weakness. I don't need to defeat you, I just need to destroy your successor, and I can easily defeat a powerful enemy." Dorgon smiled with a sure chance of victory: " You were refined by me, and no one knows your characteristics and weaknesses better than me."
"Little beast..." Grandma looked into the distance, worry and distress condensed between her eyebrows.
Unlike other Yakuza, the foundation of her power comes from the successor. If the successor's physical exertion is too serious, she will be affected immediately.
It is impossible to achieve the endless physical strength of other Ji Dao. This is one of the seals of the unparalleled fighting spirit.
Her current state is the best evidence that Li Xianyu is in crisis. But at this time, she was not with Li Xianyu.
Grandma wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and laughed loudly: "If he dies, I want you to be buried with him. Since you know me well, you should know that what I say is not an exaggeration."
Dorgon shrugged, not knowing whether to agree or disdain, and turned to look at Bingzhazi: "Pojun said that your authority is flame and rebirth. I have already seen the former, and it is very scary. But rebirth... Your self-healing ability is not necessarily better than ours."
Bingzhazi said calmly: "After giving birth to a son, half of the rebirth authority was given to him."
"Oh?" Dorgon said in surprise: "The master can also give birth? Who is it?"
"You don't need to know." Bingzhazi's tone was cold.
At this time, she saw her grandma turning around indifferently and walking towards the ruins.
"Where are you going?" She frowned.
"Go find my heir." Grandma stopped and looked back. Her tone was as cold as her expression: "Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me. After this time, if you are still alive, I will let him find you. ... After that, you will have nothing to do with him."
This woman had said this to her back in the Palace of the Gods.
Now, she returned the sentence.
Bingzhazi sneered: "Can you break the bond between me and him?"
The grandma responded tit-for-tat: "I can do it if I can. I am his grandma."
Bingzhaozi stared at her for a moment, then said something jaw-dropping in a calm tone: "He is my son."
... ... Grandma Grandma stayed for a few seconds, "What did you say?"
What kind of bullshit relationship is this? Dorgon frowned: "I'm not interested in listening to your family ethics, Wushuang Fighting Spirit, you have to save your descendant, I have no objection. My goal is it."
He followed the temptation well: "As long as you withdraw and promise not to participate in the competition for the fruit, I can turn a blind eye to you two."
"He can't die." Bingzhazi stared at Dorgon, his beautiful dark eyes flashing with mockery: "Why do you think I let him run east?"
... ...
The astonishing fighting power, the fighting spirit like burning oil, and the punch that seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth made the young master feel a little surprised in his heart.
But it's not enough, and if it were just that, it would be disappointing.
Instead of retreating, the young master took the initiative to meet him. He clenched his fist to his abdomen, gathered some strength, and punched out.
He used seven points of force in this punch, which was enough to kill the Half-Step Jida ten times. The fist force will first destroy his right arm, and then destroy all the bones and internal organs of his body. Even though he has incredible self-healing ability, he will still experience the feeling of dying.
This may stimulate his potential, and he hopes that his temptation is not in vain.
The two fists collided together, and their Qi machines formed a semicircular Qi boundary. After a stalemate for several seconds, they exploded.
The dust rolled back and rose hundreds of meters high, like a sandstorm. A bottomless crack opened between Qingshi and Li Xianyu, spreading into the distance.
The ripples of Qi are like folds in space, constantly swinging into the distance, followed by layers of rising dust, and shrubs and grass stems are uprooted.
This ripple of energy spreads to a distance that is invisible to sight.
The young master suddenly spurted out a mouthful of dark black blood, and the flesh and blood of his arm exploded with a "bang", splattering all over the ground. Only bones remained in his entire right arm.
The young master flew backwards, just like he had just shot Li Xianyu away, flying like a cannonball.
Bang bang bang! It was like firecrackers exploding in the body, and the dark blue body continued to explode, paving a path of bloody spots on the ground.
This punch failed to bring Li Xianyu to the verge of death, but instead caused him to be severely injured.
How can it be
The young master stood up with one arm supported on the ground, and the flesh and blood of his right arm, which was left with only the skeleton, slowly squirmed. It suddenly became unconscious and looked at the motionless figure in the distance in shock.
"How is that possible?!" it hoarsely questioned.
This punch almost exhausted all of Li Xianyu's energy and energy. If it were placed on an ordinary half-step Ji Dao, it would be the end of his life, and he would die of exhaustion next.
Fighting back the waves of dizziness, he looked at his right arm in disbelief: "So... I'm so strong?!"
With half a step to the extreme, he could injure a strong person in the extreme with one punch. What a brilliant achievement this was, it simply challenged the common sense in the blood world.
Who said you can't beat the Yakuza even if you take half a step to the Yakuza.
Who said that the Lord is a symbol of invincibility
Me, even if I am half-step in the Yakuza, I will not lose to any Yakuza master.
Emperor Xianyu was never weaker than anyone else in his life... At this moment, Li Xianyu felt unprecedented confidence and arrogance in his heart.
"Does it feel good?"
someone asked from behind.
Refreshing... Li Xianyu's face suddenly froze. He felt it. He felt a palm pressing against his back, sending an endless wave of energy.
Thick and pure, like the rushing Yellow River, never ending.
He stiffened his neck, turned his head inch by inch, and saw a young man standing behind him, wearing a black jacket, blue jeans, and a sun-visible peaked cap.
This face is not familiar, but it is not unfamiliar either. We have met him several times.
big boss? !
Why is he here.
Li Xianyu, who prided himself on being witty and clever, was also confused at this moment.
"Does it feel good?" he asked again.
"..." Li Xianyu opened his mouth and was about to respond when he felt dizzy and fell into the big boss's arms with a cry.
"It's you, it's you, it's you..." Qingshi roared: "How could you appear here, why did you appear here."
"Of course I invite you to enter the urn." Qin Ze grabbed Li Xianyu's shoulders and spun him 180 degrees like a windmill, "Let's go."
Li Xianyu flew into the distance with a "whoosh" and left the battlefield.
"There's nothing surprising about this. I've had doubts since I noticed the existence of the black dragon in the Huangpu River."
"Where did the dragon come from?"
"I checked a lot of information about dragons. There are legends about dragons everywhere, but the only one with real evidence is the dragon that the Qing Dynasty killed in the Yangtze River in the 17th century. In order to verify this guess, I I went to the Buddha head specifically to confirm the situation.”
The young master had stabilized his emotions at this time and listened quietly.
"I didn't pay much attention to it at first. It wasn't until the opening of the Pantheon Palace that I learned a lot about the inside story of that year. I saw an ancient demon that looked like a real dragon from the murals. He was a painter with a very high level of painting like me. "
"So I thought, is the dragon I met in the Huangpu River related to the real dragon of that year? But that dragon had already died in the encirclement and suppression by the Qing Dynasty Blood Legion."
"The facts in the Palace of the Gods told me that the ancient demon will not die, so following this idea, I started to investigate in reverse."
"Looking at the history of that era from the perspective of the Unparalleled Fighting Spirit, I did not find out the origin of the Unparalleled Fighting Spirit plan. It was suddenly proposed one day, and objective blood-born world formation masters were quickly organized."
"Although the clue was broken, it also pointed out another way for me. I started to search for Dorgon, a strong dragon slayer who was clearly in the extreme realm but died young."
"This investigation revealed a lot of things that were wrong. The legend of dragon slaying was handed down from the blood world, and there is no record in any classics. It is like a strange story in wild history, but the existence of the unparalleled fighting spirit confirms that this history really exists."
"There are some things that won't be written down in official history, but various sects in the blood world will definitely record them. But why hasn't even Buddha Head seen similar records?"
"It's very simple, someone wants to hide this and downplay its existence."
"It wasn't until the emergence of the Soul-Destroying Alliance and the Soul-Destroying Gun that I became certain of one thing. There is an ancient demon involved behind this organization. And it is inextricably linked to that dragon."
"The answer is ready to come out. Dorgon was killed by the true dragon. The truth behind the regent's untimely death was that the ancient demon invaded his body and faked his death to escape. The incident of the European Pope gave me enough basis for speculation."
"I have always thought so, but then the performance of the Wushuang Fighting Spirit made me think of another possibility with horror."
The young master said in a deep voice: "What kind of performance."
"She has been searching for the descendants of the powerful Manchu dignitaries back then, and she won't let them go."
"I suddenly thought that there might be another possibility. It was the regent who took away the ancient demon's body."
"Then?" Qingshi stared at him.
"Then I went to find the Lord of the Palace of the Gods. Did I fight with her for no reason because I was full? I came to find an alliance with her, and the fight was just an excuse to deceive you. Think about it, a regent of the Qing Dynasty The king knows politics better than anyone else, and for four centuries, I don’t believe he didn’t put people in the government.”
"Baoze was founded by me. It has a lot of water. The price of rapid expansion is a mixture of good and bad. There are definitely two or five young people inside." Qin Ze clicked his tongue twice: "Sure enough, as soon as I went back, I heard about the God of War. Betrayal, bite me as an ancient demon, framed. As far as I know, the second exploration of the Pantheon Palace has a very high level of confidentiality and is not accessible to the God of War. I knew at that time that there was a traitor on the board of directors. "
... ...
To the east
Dorgon immediately became alert: "What do you want to say?"
Bing Zhazi said: "I know that the alliance is a trap set against me. I have known it for a long time. I am just performing a show with you."
Acting... Dorgon looks calm on the outside, but quietly tenses up inside, causing a storm.
Did she already know about our carefully planned plan? Or are you pretending to be calm and bluffing
Dorgon stared at Bingzhaizi's face, trying to distinguish the true from the false in the subtle expressions and eyes. But he failed. This woman's expression remained arrogant and cold.
It was like she was paralyzed, as if nothing and no one was enough to make her show her emotions.
"The big boss of Baoze told me." Bingzhazi had no interest in selling things, and said bluntly, "He found me and said that there was a traitor in Baoze. After my identity as the master of the Pantheon Palace was exposed, if the ancient demon wanted to find If you want to leave me, you must rely on Baoze's power. Then, he will definitely encounter trouble in the near future."
"In order to prove his innocence, he stabbed himself with the sword of air. I believed him."
"And then he was dismissed from his position as CEO and imprisoned in the Suoyao Tower, which also confirmed this."
"I deliberately misled that silly brother and strengthened his suspicion of Qin Ze, so that I could relax and trust the board of directors, thus promoting this alliance. It was very successful and made you no longer suspicious."
"He is too thoughtful. If he had known about this earlier, he would have thought about how to plot against you and how to get greater benefits from you. He is too independent-minded and is a good director, but not a good actor. "
"Why do you think I chose the address in the desolate southern Xinjiang? Here, even if ten nuclear bombs are exploded, it will not affect others."
"I don't care about the life or death of ordinary people, but I know that my silly brother does."
"Isn't he my son?" Grandma raised her eyebrows.
Bingzhaozi glanced at her and was too lazy to talk to her.
"You are hiding well, but neither he nor I want to wait any longer. Only by luring you out can we completely deal with you."
There are two chapters left today, ah, I’m going to die. It would be nice if one chapter cost two thousand, but I am a conscientious newspaper seller.
(End of chapter)