The battle in front of the formation is constantly changing.
Xia Mingzi, who was showing off his power just now, has been stabbed through the chest with a silver spear.
From the time the two sides fought until now, there have been no more than three moves in total. Cassia Mingzi never imagined that not long ago, he was mocking Pei Jijiu, and in the blink of an eye he would follow in his footsteps
"How is that possible? ?”
Xia Mingzi’s face was painful, and her eyes were full of horror and unwillingness.
The "Golden Lotus Art" and the magic weapon "Golden Que Bracelet" that he was proud of seemed to have lost their effect. They were like a thin piece of paper in front of this person, easily penetrated.
"Your true energy. Your true energy is."
Before he died, Cassia Mingzi seemed to have reacted and pointed at the other party, but he could no longer say a word. Words.
Bang!
With a loud noise, Cassia's body was smashed to pieces by Zhao Yi with his spear.
Amidst the dust in the sky, a true spirit flew out and wanted to escape back to the army just like Pei Jijiu.
But Zhao Yi had already made preparations, how could he be allowed to escape? Use the "Flying Dragon Bright Silver Spear" to pick up the true spirit.
"Thief, if you kill my Taoist friend Nanxuan, I will sacrifice you as a flag today!"
"No, I don't want to. This poor Taoist is just temporarily obsessed. From now on, he is willing to follow the general, as long as he Please let me live!”
Xia Mingzi was originally a casual cultivator. He was humble in his early years, so he didn’t care about face.
Besides, if the true spirit is destroyed, there is no point in trying to save face, so I am begging for mercy. If the true spirit had not been able to kowtow, I would have bled long ago.
"Hmph!"
Zhao Yi was very disdainful and snorted coldly: "Since you are here to fight in front of the battle, you should have the consciousness to die. Talking more is useless, and the thief will die! "
After that, the tip of the spear flickered, and golden light flashed, sending Cassia's true spirit to Nanxuan's banner.
Nanxuan has long been waiting for masters. Seeing the real spirit of Cassia flying in, a big thunderbolt fell immediately, killing the man physically and mentally. A wisp of green smoke floated up to Nanxuan's banner as a memorial. The dead soul of Pei Jijiu died.
"Cassia is dead, who will fight with me?"
Zhao Yi raised his two spears horizontally and stood proudly in front of the tens of thousands of troops. There was actually one man who was at the gate, and ten thousand others could not get away.
“Hmph!”
Suddenly a cold snort was heard, and then a black shadow flew out from the Beiming Army and arrived in front of the formation in a blink of an eye.
Zhao Yi looked intently and saw a group of black clouds. There was a person sitting on the cloud. He was wearing a monk's robe and a Vairocana crown. He was spinning Buddha beads in his hand, like an enlightened monk.
However, this man's monk's robe was pure black, his beads were also pure black, his face was shriveled, and even his lips were black, making him look very monstrous.
Zhao Yi pointed the tip of his spear and shouted: "Where is the monster? If Zhao doesn't kill the unknown person, please report his name!"
After hearing this, the strange monk on the black cloud, hehe He smiled and said: "I am the black-robed ancestor of Yongye City. Don't be so arrogant, kid. You haven't matured yet." At the time of Dao, the ancestor has already begun to overcome the tribulation. I will kill you in front of the battle today to let you know that there is a world outside the world and there are people outside the world!"
"Stop talking nonsense and fight if you want!"
< br>Zhao Yi's eyes flashed, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
It was also the same move just now. The escape light disappeared at an extremely fast speed, catching Cassia Mingzi off guard.
“Haha.”
The black-robed ancestor sat upright on the cloud platform and seemed not panicked.
The index finger of his right hand that turned the beads was slightly bent, and then he flicked it lightly.
A Buddhist bead was popped out by him, rushed into the air, and transformed into a tall black Buddha statue. He spread his fingers and grabbed forward.
Bang!
Just hearing a muffled sound, the Black Buddha grabbed a figure in mid-air, wearing a white helmet and white armor. It was the flying dragon god general who had just disappeared.
"Haha, the boy is young after all. He is too angry and prone to anger, which is not a good thing. How about taking refuge in my Buddha and seeking peace of mind?"
The black-robed ancestor smiled with him. The sinister appearance is out of place.
He turned the beads on the cloud platform again and chanted sutras in a low voice. The strange sound came out far away. When it reached the opponent's consciousness, it had the power to confuse people's hearts!
There was confusion in Zhao Yi's eyes for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by his determined gaze.
"You are trying to confuse my Taoist mind with your evil words?"
With a loud shout, the silver spear shot out with cold stars, hitting the black Buddha's chest.
Dang!
There was a loud noise in mid-air, but it was the black Buddha who clasped his hands together, clamped the tip of the silver spear in his palm, and held it firmly still.
At the same time, a strange rune lit up between Black Buddha's eyebrows, and then he opened his mouth and sprayed out thousands of black lights, hitting Zhao Yi directly!
Because the distance was too close, Zhao Yi had no time to dodge, so he could only abandon the silver gun and use the golden gun to hold a flower in front of him, knocking down the most powerful black lights.
Immediately afterwards, with a surge of true energy in his body, the golden gun spun rapidly in his hand, rolling up a golden vortex in the blink of an eye, sucking in the continuous black light from behind into the vortex.
The vortex turned bigger and bigger, and they stayed like this for a moment. Suddenly, they heard a loud shout, and saw Zhao Yi reaching out and pushing on the gun barrel. The golden gun wiped out all the black light, and then flew away like a shooting star. , rushed straight towards the Black Buddha.
The Black Buddha has tried his best to suppress the silver gun, how can he still block this golden gun?
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the black Buddha exploded in mid-air and turned into countless black smoke that dispersed around.
Two rainbows, one gold and one silver, flew from mid-air and returned to Zhao Yi's hands.
"Death to the demon monk!"
Zhao Yi didn't say anything more, raised his gold and silver spears, and with a dodge of light, he was in front of the black-robed ancestor in an instant.
The black-robed ancestor was always sitting upright on the black clouds. Facing the flying dragon god general who was approaching in an instant, he still remained calm and unhurried. He took out a white jade bottle from his arms and dipped a branch into a little black water in the bottle. Swipe into the air.
Suddenly, black light bloomed, revealing countless Buddhist treasures, such as treasure flags, canopies, flower garlands, incense burners, candlesticks, golden bells, alms bowls, lotuses, glazed lamps, etc., all made of pure black. The color exudes an extremely strange aura.
Zhao Yi arrived in front of him and was brushed by these Buddhist treasures. The light was instantly shattered, and magical weapons swarmed in from all directions, like a gust of wind and rain, each hitting his vitals!
“This guy’s magic method is weird!”
Zhao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and danced his gold and silver spears tightly, blocking all the various Buddhist treasures one by one.
The two sides fought for a moment, and Zhao Yi suddenly dodged, and the "Tianlong Holy Qi" burst out from the tip of the spear, like a rainbow, swinging away several magic weapons in front of him.
This flaw is fleeting, how can Zhao Yi give up?
I saw him leaping forward, first using a "shock gun" to shake away the surrounding black light, and then thrust the gun straight, penetrating the body of the black-robed ancestor like a golden rainbow.
Brush!
The golden rainbow passed by, and the black-robed ancestor's clothes were shattered into pieces, and his body was pierced through.
But the strange thing is that there was no blood flowing out, and no bones, flesh, or internal organs were seen.
Zhao Yi turned his head and saw a straw man sitting on the black cloud, covered with human skin, which was torn open in the middle. A big hole, the black robe has long been shattered, scattered in the air.
"What kind of sorcery is this?"
Zhao Yi frowned slightly, secretly letting go of his consciousness, and searched every place carefully, trying to find the true identity of the black-robed ancestor. But before he could find anything, the straw man sitting on the black cloud let out a weird laugh.
Looking closely, he saw a golden thread connecting the grass man and Zhao Yi, as if there was life, squirming gently in mid-air.
“When!”
Zhao Yi’s expression changed and he hurriedly waved the spear in his hand, trying to cut the golden thread.
However, when he struck down with a shot, not only did the golden thread continue, but he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Zhao Yi looked down and found that a black demon flower had appeared on his chest at some point. It was almost exactly the same as the spot where the straw man was pierced!
"Jie Jie!"
The straw man laughed, his human skin trembling, and he made a sharp and harsh sound: "Zhao Yi, you still don't want to convert? If you dig out your heart and flesh and offer it to my Buddha, you will avoid death!" "
Zhao Yi was furious when he heard this, but just as he was about to take action, there was severe pain in his chest again, and the pain was very strange, as if he had pierced himself with a spear.
"How could this happen? I clearly felt that his aura was there, so why didn't I get hurt even after being shot? But in the end, I was injured myself?"
Zhao Yi's mind was spinning. Although his chest seemed to be pierced by thousands of arrows and the pain was unbearable, his consciousness was very clear and he was always observing every corner of the battlefield.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"No! I was deceived at the beginning. The body is indeed on the black cloud, but it is not this straw man, but"
At this thought, Zhao Yi suddenly urged Escape from the light, "Dragon Holy Qi" was poured into the two spears, and he attacked the straw man again.
"Haha, you are here to die, no wonder I am!"
The straw man laughed twice, activated the magic formula, and countless Buddhist magic weapons fell from the mid-air, such as treasure flags, canopies, and incense burners. Wait, all of them were pure black in color, and they hit Zhao Yi hard.
However, Zhao Yi ignored it and raised the golden gun into the air. The "Holy Qi of the Heavenly Dragon" suddenly burst out. Hearing the roar of the dragon, a golden dragon appeared and blocked all the magic weapons.
At the same time, he stabbed forward with the silver spear in his left hand, but the target was not the straw man, but the Buddhist beads on the straw man's wrist!
With a crisp sound of "Dang!", the bead string on the straw man's wrist broke, and the beads flew up one by one, turning into black Buddhas in mid-air, a total of eighteen, and they attacked Zhao Yi at the same time.
"Monk, you have appeared!"
Zhao Yi sneered, and the silver spear was more urgent. The surging true energy was like a long river pouring back, rushing towards the sky, and swept up all the eighteen black Buddhas. into it.
The black Buddha had a fierce look, but at this moment he let out a sharp scream, as if someone had hit him seven inches, and the pain was unbearable.
"It's it!"
A cold light flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes, and he quickly locked onto one of the black Buddhas. The gold and silver guns were activated at the same time, like a two-color meteor piercing the sky.
Bang!
Amidst the loud noise, the Black Buddha was pierced by Zhao Yi, revealing his original shape, but he was a thin man with a shriveled figure, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"How did you see it?"
"Hmph! Although I don't know where your magic comes from. But the holy energy of Tianlong has the ability to frighten the soul. The first move you and I make is scary. , there was a hint of timidity in my heart, so the power of my soul was leaked, exposing your true identity," Zhao Yi said coldly.
"So that's it." The black-robed ancestor looked tired and slowly closed his eyes.
He did not beg for mercy like Cassia Mingzi, because he knew that no matter what, he would not escape death today.
Sure enough, Zhao Yi didn't talk too much. He shook the tip of his spear and destroyed the body of the black-robed ancestor. He then sent his soul to the altar of Nanxuan's army and used it to sacrifice the military flag.
The black-robed ancestor was also defeated!
In just a few moments, the Flying Dragon God General destroyed two generals from Beiming. The entire battlefield was frightened by him and fell silent for a moment.
After a while, the Nanxuan generals reacted, and cheers like a roaring tsunami suddenly sounded:
“Nanxuan’s righteous way is invincible!”
< br>“Nan Xuan’s righteous way is invincible!”
"Nanxuan's righteous path is invincible!"
Under the Great Wall of Juetian, the banners are fluttering and the drums are thundering, soaring into the sky!
Several Yashengs were smiling and full of praise for Zhao Yi, but Gu Tian was taciturn and didn't say much.
In the Beiming Army, Dan Yangsheng's face was calm from beginning to end, without any fluctuations.
He shook his feather fan lightly and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that there are such brave people in the Nanxuan Army. It's beyond my expectation. Unfortunately, although I, Beiming, have many soldiers and generals, I still have to choose. There is no such a strong general.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a silent and rough voice coming from behind him: "Why does the commander need to have other people's ambitions?"
"Oh?"
Dan Yangsheng didn't seem surprised and smiled slightly. , followed by sound.
I saw a strong man like an iron tower, with stubble on his face, shirtless, and muscled arms. He obviously contained explosive power, and his eyes were extremely fierce, like a tiger, ready at any time. Select people and devour them.
"The general seems to have something to say?"
"Hmph!"
The man snorted coldly and pulled the reins. The spirit beast under the seat let out a low roar, and the people around him ducked for fear of being unable to catch it.
When he walked out of the crowd, he saw clearly that under the seat was a black unicorn, with a green body, fire-breathing eyes, and a majestic and majestic figure.
"I think this person is like a chicken and a dog. The commander-in-chief can let me go into battle. Within three rounds, I will cut off the head of this thief and offer it to the commander-in-chief."
"General Shi Don’t lie!”
Danyang Sheng's feather fan shook slightly, and he pretended to hesitate and said: "This person's origin is not simple. He is the Flying Dragon God General among the twelve God Generals in Xuanyuan City. Although he has only been practicing for a short nine hundred years, he was born with 'Flying Dragon Bones'. There is also a breath of 'Tianlong Holy Qi' taught by Xuanyuan Potian, which is truly invincible and invincible in the same realm."
Actually, he said this deliberately because of the special identity of the person in front of him.
The man on the Mo Qilin Seat, named Shi Yong, is the third-ranked "Power Star Official" in Tiangong City.
Although his cultivation level is lower than that of Danyang Sheng, he is a direct disciple of the Northern Martial Saint Lord and has an extraordinary status. Therefore, even Danyang Sheng does not dare to offend easily.
The battle before the battle is extremely dangerous, and no one can guarantee that he will win. If Shi Yong is killed, and the Martial Saint pursues him in the future, Dan Yangsheng will not be able to deal with it.
But if Shi Yong asks Ying to fight on his own, it has nothing to do with him.
After hearing what Dan Yangsheng said, Shi Yong was really unconvinced and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that the commander-in-chief would follow others' words. What kind of flying dragon general? Haha, look at my 'evil tiger capturing the dragon'! ”
After saying that, he clamped his legs together, and Mo Qilin roared loudly, rolled up the yellow sand in the sky, and walked forward on the wind
(End of this chapter)