Chapter 417 Become a dog and fight as a master! (2-in-1)
Zhao Boqi had no intention of stopping his ancestor.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the Zhao family is still prosperous and is a top aristocratic family located in the core urban area.
But only he knew that the Zhao family was now in a precarious state, even in a precarious state.
There are a pack of wolves waiting outside the house. Once their ancestor dies of illness, the huge Zhao family foundation will be reduced to nothing in an instant, and not even the dregs will be left after being eaten by those wolves!
Therefore, if the Zhao family wants to break the situation, they must find strong helpers.
It was at this time that someone from the Su family approached them, or to be precise, their grandmaster Zhao Wenruo, and the two reached an important agreement.
As long as they do what the Changsheng family told them, the other party will be able to protect the Zhao family from destruction.
To put it nicely, this is a useful sharp blade that allows the Zhao family to secretly serve as Su's thugs.
And to put it bluntly, it means that the Zhao family is like dogs, and they will bite wherever the owner points.
If it were in the past, this would naturally not be accepted by the Zhao family.
But now that the family is in danger, the Zhao family has no choice but to accept the result of being dependent on others if they want to survive.
Zhao Boqi felt sad, but there was nothing he could do.
Currently, only a few clan elders and him, the head of the family, know about this matter, while other clan members are unaware of the inside story.
Looking at the empty Ancestor Quiet Room, Zhao Boqi couldn't help but sigh.
Nothing lasts forever, and prosperity will eventually decline.
Even the Changsheng family, which has always been aloof and aloof, will one day come down to earth to play tricks in secret, let alone the Zhao family.
"The rest of the time is a tightrope walk, and our Zhao family is already standing on the edge of a cliff."
The land of Nine Netherworlds, the realm of chaos.
This is not the first time that Song Changming has come to this place. This place is still dark, cold and uncomfortable.
However, the extremely harsh environment also allows many cold and cold things to be born here, including many valuable treasures.
The deeper you go into the Nine Netherlands, the more good things you can find.
A purple flower grows on the top of the cliff, and a spotted snake is fighting with a vulture for the purple flower on the cliff.
Suddenly, a sword beam fell, and red clouds rolled in, destroying half of the cliff. The rocks fell and hit the cold pool below, splashing a large amount of cold air.
The two monster beasts, the pied snake and the vulture that had just been fighting fiercely, were also killed instantly under the light of this sword.
Song Changming fell from the sky and pocketed the wisteria flower.
And those two monster beast corpses naturally contributed their flesh and blood essence to him.
Since the big demon's flesh and blood was exhausted, he hasn't gotten decent monster flesh and blood for a long time.
These two monster beast corpses could reach the level of monster generals, and the refining effect could only be said to be barely adequate.
"Flower, flower, flower, flower, flower"
In the box, Xiao Jin stretched out his long beard and drew many small characters in the air, reminding Song Changming, for fear that he would not see it.
"Okay, I saw it." Song Changming laughed and put the wisteria flower in his hand close to the box.
As soon as the long beard was entangled, the wisteria flower instantly withered and withered. All the nutrients it had absorbed from the essence of the sun and moon and the aura of heaven and earth were taken away by the little fairy ginseng in the box.
"Feed back, feed back." This time it was Song Changming's turn to urge.
Soon, a cool air emanated from Xiao Jin's body and was actively incorporated into Song Changming's body. It was easily refined by him, forming an innate air that was injected into his martial veins.
Qi refining cultivation also increased sharply.
This is how he gets along with this little fairy ginseng that has lived for thousands of years.
It 'lived' on his body, conveying spiritual energy to him and providing a bonus to his cultivation efficiency.
Song Changming, on the other hand, gave it treasures from time to time to help it grow carefree. It no longer had to hide and worry about being eaten by monsters as food, or being picked up by others to refine medicine.
At first, this mountain ginseng spirit was always trying to escape from Song Changming's clutches.
But as time passed, and life became more comfortable year after year, the mountain ginseng spirit lay flat on Song Changming's body, never thinking about escaping again, and even being unable to drive him away.
Suddenly, the ginseng spirit's long beard shrank suddenly, and the box was hurriedly closed with a snap.
Song Changming was stunned for a moment, then understood.
Someone is coming!
He couldn't help but put away the box and turned to look.
After sensing it, a very strong aura came here and locked him firmly.
The next moment, the figure arrived, appeared high in the sky, and looked at Song Changming.
"I really didn't expect that it would be the Zhao family who came here first." Song Changming recognized the identity of this person at a glance. It was the ancestor of the Zhao family who had appeared before.
Song Changming had lived a peaceful life for a while, and he thought that if anyone could not stand his Ansheng and came to cause trouble for him, it would most likely be the Changsheng Su family.
But he didn't expect it to be the Zhao family.
It has been a long time since he rebelled against the elder of the Zhao family. After that, the Zhao family was 'hunted' by other aristocratic families, and they have never bothered to deal with him.
But he didn't expect that he would be targeted again at this time, and it was the Grandmaster who took action. It must be said that Song Changming was given enough face.
"Is it possible that because I took the position of commander-in-chief of the 19th Army that originally belonged to the Zhao family, I became the reason for the other party's anger?" Song Changming felt that this reason was somewhat far-fetched.
Maybe there are other hidden reasons behind it.
But no matter what, this Grandmaster is what he needs to face today.
"I have met my senior, but I wonder why you are looking for me this time?" Song Changming's tone was quite polite, even too calm.
This surprised Zhao Wenruo.
Considering the grudges between Song Changming and his Zhao family, Song Changming should be a little flustered when he sees him now.
"I would like to ask my little friend to come with me this time." Zhao Wenruo's old voice was so penetrating that the sound wave formed was like an invisible heavy hammer hitting hard.
Ordinary innate warriors are caught off guard and suffer such a painful loss, and there is a high probability that they will be injured.
But Song Changming stood where he was, and the wave of sound was like a breeze blowing on his face. He remained calm and calm, as if he didn't feel anything.
Zhao Wenruo frowned slightly, thinking of Zhao Boqi's reminder to him before leaving.
This kid is definitely not an ordinary innate warrior, and cannot be measured by common sense!
"Where are you going?" Song Changming asked.
"We'll know when the time comes." Zhao Wenruo said.
"Senior didn't tell me, but I don't want to go." Song Changming had already put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist.
"Are you serious about not going?" Zhao Wenruo's eyes became sharper, and the pressure began to increase, making the air around him solidify.
"Not going."
"Very good!" Zhao Wenruo had not encountered a junior who dared to disobey him for a long time. Even in front of him, Song Changming's age could only be regarded as the junior among the juniors, which was very different.
Zhao Wenruo clapped it with one palm, and the majestic palm power condensed into a huge handprint, which landed on Song Changming's position.
He was injured himself and did not want to waste too much energy. This palm was to defeat Song Changming in one fell swoop.
However.
A ray of red sword light swept out from bottom to top, and actually defeated the huge palm print he made. Not to mention, it still continued to attack him unabated!
When Zhao Wenruo saw this, he immediately drew his sword and swept out the same sword, and then the red sword light disappeared.
"Yundi's Red Cloud Sword" Zhao Wenruo could see the sword technique used by Song Changming at a glance.
The first-grade sword art was created by Emperor Yun, and its power is also the top among the first-grade sword art in the world.
But he also knew very well that no matter how powerful the Red Cloud Sword Technique was, it would not be so powerful if it was performed by an innate warrior.
"It's just about opening up the eight martial arteries."
Zhao Wenruo was thinking in his heart, but his movements did not pause at all. His figure floated over, came to Song Changming, and struck out with his sword again.
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Song Changming did not dodge and responded with a knife.
A slash and sword strike.
On his right arm, the painted painting of the demon ape has appeared, with a ferocious ape face, ferocious fangs, and a lifelike roar!
Song Changming himself possesses more than twenty-two dragon powers!
The physical body he has cultivated is fully capable of carrying the power of the demon ape to move mountains!
With the combination of the two, Song Changming's burst of power has already transcended the level of the innate realm!
even.
boom!
A huge force like a mountain roar and a tsunami swept across, and the strong wind blew in his face, instantly ruffling Zhao Wenruo's white hair.
His pupils shook, and the Grandmaster's body flew out uncontrollably and tilted in the air, slamming into the interior of the mountain.
The entire cliff top fell over and collapsed.
The ground shook, and all the beasts and little demons under the cliff hurriedly ran for their lives.
In their eyes, the duel between Song Changming and the ancestor of the Zhao family was nothing more than a fight between gods.
"Huh?" Song Changming stared at the collapsed mountain. The opponent was buried in it, but he still didn't come out, which made him a little strange.
The power of his sword is indeed extraordinary, but the opponent is a master after all, so he should not be directly injured by his sword.
However, it is what it is.
Inside the mountain, the ancestor of the Zhao family was trapped deep inside, his hair disheveled and even more pale.
Blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and the clothes on his chest were even bright red, stained by the blood he had just spurted out.
"What a bastard!" There was a hint of pain in his expression.
On the one hand, Song Changming underestimated the true lethality of his sword. Although he couldn't cut himself, it didn't mean that he couldn't cut others, even if that person was a martial arts master!
On the other hand, the ancestor of the Zhao family was still injured, and his strength was naturally greatly reduced.
After miscalculating the power of Song Changming's sword, the result was injuries upon injuries.
Suddenly, his expression suddenly changed, and without caring about anything else, he forced himself to smash the mountain with one breath and rush out.
At the same time, another red sword light suddenly fell.
The huge mountain was completely split into two!
Song Changming put away the knife with a solemn expression, and followed the figure of the ancestor of the Zhao family with his eyes.
With a sudden step of his right foot, the second shaman seal was released.
A light force burst out, as if Song Changming had been given a pair of wings.
Just like the Demonic Ape Witching Seal, his current physical body can fully bear the power of this Demonic Bird Witching Seal.
The next moment, Song Changming disappeared from the spot.
In just a few breaths, he caught up with the ancestor of the Zhao family.
The two of them fought fiercely in the air. The ancestor of the Zhao family, who had already experienced Song Changming's true strength and suffered a loss, did not dare to look down upon him at this moment.
He also understood what was going on. Song Changming's Qi refining skills were not worth mentioning in front of him. What was really powerful was the opponent's flesh and blood body that had been tempered for thousands of times and was like a demon!
That was the key to his injury.
"Sad Tiger!" Zhao Wenruo's eyes were as bright as sparks, he raised his long sword, and his energy turned into a big blue tiger, swallowing up Song Changming who was approaching in front of him.
The strong sword intent continued to destroy and erode Song Changming's body, until he was knocked into the ground like a meteor, and then dissipated in a violent explosion.
After the fight, the most difficult thing for Song Changming was not the opponent's status as a martial arts master, but the terrifying swordsmanship that the opponent had practiced hard for four hundred years.
Once used, the power is extremely powerful!
"If it weren't for this layer of tortoise shell scales, I'm afraid this sword would be enough to send me back to life." Song Changming slowly stepped up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and muttered to himself.
Zhao Wenruo frowned and looked solemn.
He was not surprised that the sword failed to kill Song Changming, but when the sword fell on Song Changming, it didn't even cause any injuries, which he couldn't accept.
Perceiving it, Song Changming's aura was extremely stable, showing no signs of falling.
The smoke and dust were blown away by a gust of wind, revealing Song Changming's intact figure, looking at him calmly.
Zhao Wenruo's eyes fell on Song Changming's body surface.
At this moment, Song Changming's armor had exploded, and the surface of his exposed skin was densely covered with many colorful mysterious lines.
Among them, the magic ape on the right arm and the magic bird on the right leg are the most eye-catching.
Then there was Song Changming's chest. A layer of tortoise patterns was embedded in his chest like another piece of armor, and extended into patches of scales, almost covering his whole body!
This is the layer of tortoise-shell scales covering his third Witch Soldier Seal.
It was the protection of this witch seal that allowed Song Changming to withstand the sword from the ancestor of the Zhao family and still remain unharmed!
"What kind of magic formula is this?!" Zhao Wenruo felt inexplicably uneasy as he looked at the mysterious drawings on Song Changming's body.
Song Changming raised his hand and grabbed it. The Chang Shou Dao buried under the ground was pulled and quickly flew back to his palm, where he held it.
"Come again!" Song Changming felt the incomparable power surging within his body, grinned, and used his feet to propel himself into the air instantly. He harnessed the power of the three witch seals and killed the ancestor of the Zhao family again.
Zhao Wenruo concentrated on his sword, completely immersed in his sword. At this moment, he forgot about the pain and had no reservations.
"The sad dragon!"
Another sword strike, the sword's intention transformed into the shape of a dragon, and the power of the sword was actually even stronger than before!
Song Changming tried to dodge, but the Stegosaurus followed him like a shadow and locked him firmly.
Seeing that he was about to be swallowed up by the opponent's sword intent again, Song Changming decisively gave up the unnecessary dodge and took the initiative to attack.
Holding the knife in both hands, he suddenly exerted force and slashed out again.
Now that he has mastered the Red Cloud Sword Technique from beginner level, his pure sword power is much stronger than before.
Coordinated with the explosion of his power, this knife struck last, surpassing everything else!
(End of chapter)