Chapter 342 I’m Not Dead Yet
The aftermath exploded like a mushroom cloud, with ripples of energy flowing wildly around.
Wherever the ripples passed, the dark clouds in the sky were dispersed, revealing a vacuum area of nearly seven or eight miles in radius.
The nearby Cong Yun, Zaifu Qiaoqiao and Dapeng are all within the attack range of the aftermath.
Affected by the cold force in the aftermath, the three people's bodies were instantly filled with frost.
Forcing Cong Yun to use the Golden Bell to resist the final blow from Kong Ji.
While resisting the erosion of the aftermath, Cong Yun did not forget to make a horrified and incomprehensible voice towards his father Qiaoqiao: "Donor Kong's head has been cut off, how can he still swing such a terrifying halberd?" . ”
Zaifu Qiaoqiao acted as if he hadn’t heard anything, his eyes were empty, and he had no intention of responding to Congyun.
Logically speaking, my soul is in the hands of Kong Jiang. If he dies, I should regard it as a sudden death.
But why am I still alive?
While the two of them were having doubts and worries.
A figure suddenly rushed out of the aftermath of the energy that could not be seen through, and flew straight towards the three of them, and finally flew onto the back of Dapeng.
"Who!" Seeing the sudden appearance, both Cong Yun and Zaifu Qiaoqiao still had warning looks on their faces at first.
Until they could clearly see the appearance of the visitor, both of their faces froze, and finally turned into deep shock.
The visitor was wearing a white robe, and there was a hideous bloodstain on his chest, which was deep enough to show the bones.
He was holding a halberd in one hand and his severed head in the other hand. The tragic aura after the war still remained on his body.
Look at the appearance of that head, isn’t it the same Kong Ji who was decapitated by the day and the wind?
Looking at the horrifying scene in front of him, Cong Yun felt a little embarrassed when he spoke. He stammered and pointed at Kong Xian: "This! How... is it possible!"
Zaifu Qiaoqiao also had an expression of dissatisfaction and disbelief on her face, and she called Kong Jiang with a trembling voice: "Master?" He glanced at it, spoke softly, as if nothing was wrong, and finally said to himself: "I'm not dead yet."
After saying that, under the dumbfounded gazes of the two people, Kong Ji slowly raised his head and placed it on his neck.
Then he took out the intermittent paste and applied it on the cut location. The smooth incision healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
During this process, Kong Jiang did not forget to apply a layer of intermittent ointment on his chest to stop the bleeding wound.
After doing all this, Kong Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and did not forget to rub his neck with both hands. After confirming that it would not fall, he turned his head and looked at Cong Yun and Zaifu Qiaoqiao.
He could clearly see the horror still remaining in their eyes.
Not only Cong Yun and Zaifu Qiaoqiao were stunned by the scene.
The Dapeng at his feet also turned his head and looked at Kong Ji with eyes full of disbelief.
Even if you are a powerful person born from the palm of your hand and your head is beheaded, you can only abandon your original body and find a new one.
Kong Ji was actually able to put his head back on after it was cut off by the day and wind.
This scene is not only shocking, it is simply terrifying.
But now is not the time to explain.
"I will explain to you later." Kong Zhi responded to the two of them lightly, then turned his head and looked at the center of the battle that was overwhelmed by the Wushuang Wu that he exerted with all his strength.
The raging energy gradually calmed down while Kong Ji used intermittent ointment to press his head back on.
Under that halberd, all the clouds blown by the wind and waves in the entire void were swept away, and the bright white moonlight shone down, illuminating the scene after leaving the battlefield.
The ink vortex is still there, but due to the impact of Kong Ji's halberd, the color of the ink vortex has become much lighter, and the energy seems to be about to be exhausted.
As for Day and Wind, who were trapped in the whirlpool, they were not so lucky.
Because of the restraint of the ink whirlpool, he took Kongji's halberd seriously.
The fur of the green demon tiger has been torn and frayed, and has long lost its original color. The skinny face is bloody and bloody. One eye was destroyed by the halberd of Kong Ji, half hanging on the tiger with its dense white bones exposed. face.
Not much blood flowed out, because the white frost had frozen all his wounds.
The cold power and death energy in the ice and snow continue to erode the bodies of Day and Wind.
When Kong Ji looked at him, the rest of his eyes looked back with hatred, the anger and madness in his eyes almost overflowing from his pupils. "Roar!" On the sky, the roar of day and wind spread in all directions.
“You’re not even dead!” This scene made Kong Ji’s face twitch.
The Wushuang Dance is already the strongest move that Kong Zhen can perform. With the help of Princess Youqing's ink painting, Day and Feng actually succeeded in defeating him.
Not even died on the spot.
Although his appearance was miserable, it was obvious that he had not run out of gas yet. How could Kong Chi not be frightened?
"Sun and Wind have only understood the rudiments of magical power. If he fully understood the magical power, I am afraid that only the power of the palm can hurt him." Kong Zhi thought this way.
On the other side, Cong Yun and Zaifu Qiaoqiao have temporarily suppressed the surprise of Kong Jiang's "resurrection from the dead".
Looking at the day and wind, who were full of fierceness and pretended to be crazy, their expressions were very serious.
“Kill him while he is sick!” Cong Yunwu Liuliu rolled his eyes, pointed at Day and Feng who were still trapped in the ink vortex, and suggested to Kong Xian: “Donor Kong, we Let’s go together and save him!”
"Sun and Feng are not easy to kill. Even one of the young master's halberds couldn't kill him. When he escapes, we will all die here." Zaifu Qiaoqiao did not agree with Congyun's opinion and said to Kong Zhi said: "My subordinates suggest that it is better to retreat first."
Hearing the voices of the two people next to his ears, Kong Zhi looked at the fading ink magical power, and he had already made a decision in his heart.
After retracting his gaze, he gently patted the Dapeng under him and said one word: "Let's go!"
Phew! Dapeng wanted to run away a long time ago. If it hadn't been thinking that Kong Ji was still fighting with the day and the wind, it wouldn't even come over to take a look.
Now that I have heard Kong Xi’s orders, there is no reason not to obey them.
With a loud neighing sound, the Dapeng turned into a white brilliance, passed through the darkness, fled the area, and disappeared without a trace on the horizon.
Leave Day and Wind, who were still bound to the void by the magical power of ink and wash, staring at the direction in which Dapeng disappeared with resentful eyes.
"I will crush you to ashes." The mad roars of Day and Wind in the void shook the void.
Dapeng's intelligence is not low. After being locked by the Eye of the Wind and Wind, he has long been wary of this enemy.
In addition, after seeing the scene where Kong Jin was beheaded by him, he avoided the day and wind like a snake and a scorpion.
So when he heard Kong Ji's order to run away, he directly used his extreme speed to the extreme.
Finally, some kind of secret method was activated.
The wings are covered with a layer of red gold color, streaking across the night sky like shooting stars, and they have already traveled thousands of miles in just a cup of tea.
“At this speed, even if you are at the peak of soul transformation, you may not be able to catch up.” Looking at the ground disappearing below, Kong Ji’s tight body slowly relaxed.
The reason why he rejected Cong Yun's suggestion to beat the drowned dog was entirely because he did not have the confidence to kill Day and Wind. After all, he was just trapped, not unable to fight back.
Moreover, Princess Qing’s magical power of ink and wash also showed signs of dissipating after it lasted for so long.
When Sun and Feng escape from the trap, none of the three of them can block his wind-marked magical power. They are all lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Of course, the most important point is that it is only about 30,000 miles away from the imperial city.
Dapeng can reach his destination in only one and a half days if he travels normally.
If you rush as hard as you can, you can get there in one day.
"There's no point in taking such a big risk at this point in time." Kong Jiang thought silently.
As they moved away from the battlefield, Cong Yun and Zaifu Qiaoqiao also relaxed.
The two of them looked at each other and looked at Kong Ji with great understanding.
Although they did not make a sound, the two people seemed to be hesitant to speak, and they expressed almost the same meaning.
The scene where Kong Jin was able to return to Dapeng with his head in his hands after being beheaded before was really shocking.
Even Zaifu Qiaoqiao, who doesn’t like to talk too much, couldn’t help but feel curious.
How could the performance of the two of them be concealed from Kong Ji? He smiled brightly, and then touched the incision on his neck that had been completely connected by the intermittent ointment. After confirming that it had healed, he said leisurely Explained: "Actually, it's not a secret."
"Everything starts with the thunder-inducing technique I got called "Shedding Dragon"."
(End of this chapter)