Chapter 209 King of the Great Wilderness, Qin Jiang takes action
“Where is the Saint of the Eternal Sword Sect! I can capture you without any pain, without suffering the pain of my flesh and blood!”
The majestic voice shook the world, and under the body of the giant spirit god There were waves on the sea.
"Xingluo Immortal Sect? The pinnacle of true gods! Junlan controls the formation!"
Long Can's voice sounded in the cabin, and then a sharp sword energy rose into the sky, Long Can appeared The transformed shadow confronts the giant spirit god.
"Who are you! There is no one like you in the Xingluo Immortal Sect!"
Long Can held his sword independently, a hundred-foot-tall divine shadow standing tall in the sky, with a sharp sword intent that pierced the sky.
"Huh! It's only been a thousand years now, and no one remembers my name anymore! Junior! I am the King of Desolation!"
Long Can's face changed drastically when he heard this, "You! You Still alive!”
Thousands of years ago, this person was the famous peak true god. His combat power reached the level of a saint child. He was a super prodigy who was rare in the Xingluo Immortal Sect in five hundred years, and was almost invincible to the true god. !
But later he triggered the Immortal Tribulation, and encountered the inner demons and Immortal Tribulation that was rare in a century. He had no brute force and was unable to use it, and finally suffered from hatred.
Unexpectedly, the Great Desolate King did not die, but survived.
Now that you are born, do you want to fight for another life of immortality?
"Huh? Hahaha! Are you a descendant of that old guy from Sword Ancestor? I didn't expect that there was an unexpected gain!"
The King of Wilderness felt the familiar swordsmanship in Long Can's body Law, couldn’t help but grin.
Taking action directly, the eight-sided hammer fell down, and the strong wind ripped apart the sea surface.
Below, Long Can looked ugly. He was just a hair away from the Saint Child level. What's more, the opponent's realm was still higher than his own. The chance of winning this battle was less than 10%!
The long sword in his hand slashed horizontally, cutting through the space, and a kilometer-long space crack slashed towards the giant hammer.
The Great Desolate King sneered, without paying any attention, he increased the force in his hand and directly smashed the cracks in the space.
“Too weak! Are the true gods of the Eternal Life Sword Sect already so weak!”
The eight-sided hammer crashed down with overwhelming force, pressing out a shallow pit with a diameter of 10,000 meters on the sea surface.
The King of Desolation exploded with all his strength, and the already huge eight-sided hammer suddenly grew in size, with the hammer head exceeding a thousand feet.
Long Can’s expression changed suddenly. With this blow, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die!
And the most important thing is that Hua Junlan and Lu Yao are still on the boat! This hammer is enough to blast the hull into powder!
Involuntarily, he looked towards the main cabin of the cabin and shook his head again.
If this man was in his prime, he might not be afraid of the Great Desolation King, but now he can hardly protect himself, let alone take action.
All these thoughts happened in an instant, and his eyes became determined.
Swordsman, move forward indomitably! Open the way forward with your sword!
Back then, when he had endured a bloodbath thousands of miles away, there was more than one peak true god chasing him at that time?
Buzz~~~
With his eyes slightly closed, the black sword in his hand groaned softly, like a dragon roaring in the sky. A black light emerged from the hilt, spread across the sword body and then reached the tip of the sword.
His momentum also increased to its peak.
Feeling the power of the eight-faced hammer that fell down, he suddenly opened his eyes, with the fierceness to give up and give it a try!
So what if the true god is at his peak! So what about the Saint Child level!
I will defeat it with one sword!
"Whoa!"
The sword light flashed across the sky in an instant, leaving a white mark on the star curtain.
"Hahahaha! It's interesting! You are worthy of being a descendant of the Sword Ancestor!"
The sword light struck the eight-sided hammer, and King Dahuang laughed. I haven't seen such ignorance in a long time. A life-and-death junior.
“Bang!”
The eight-sided hammer exerted force, and the sword light instantly shattered into pieces.
Long Can's figure hit hard on the shield of the ship's hull, and the huge force directly opened a hole. On the deck, Long Can coughed up blood and felt a little lost.
The black sword in his hand was broken.
For an almost invincible being like the Great Desolate King, it is not difficult to break a true artifact.
"Uncle!" Lu Yao hurriedly rushed onto the deck, holding a pill in her hand.
This is the precious medicine given by Hua Junlan's father. She also has to control the ship protection formation and cannot escape.
In the main room, Qin Jiang was a little surprised. He thought Long Can's sword intent was so majestic that it would be a fight between dragons and tigers.
Shaked his head. Now that his injuries were too serious, most of his spiritual consciousness was focused on capturing the source of heaven and earth, and he did not use his spiritual consciousness to sense the strength gap between the two.
On the deck, Long Can's injuries recovered quickly after taking the elixir, but without the black sword, his strength dropped by 30%, making him even less likely to be the opponent of the Great Desolation King.
"Boy, you are not bad. You have a bit of the grace of me when I was traveling in all directions! Stop struggling, I am just taking you back as hostages. I will entertain you with good wine and food, and I won't treat you badly."
King Dahuang laughed with his war hammer on his shoulder. There was no endless struggle between the Immortal Sects. It was just a temporary struggle for interests.
After doing this, the future of the Immortal Sect Conference will still be peaceful and harmonious.
In any case, it is normal to have some casualties on the road of practice.
He is just a little pity, but the young and middle-aged people of Xingluo Immortal Sect are indeed inferior to those of Changsheng Sword Sect.
Otherwise, there would be no need for him to take action personally?
"Senior, you're welcome! In our Sword Sect, there are only ghosts who died in battle, and no one who lives! I didn't know how to beg for mercy back then, and I don't know how to beg for mercy now!"
Long Can stood up, and now The younger generation of Jian Zong no longer had the life-or-death ambition they had back then, and the only one who was somewhat interesting was Hua Junlan.
Holding the broken sword, black flames burned all over the body, releasing terrifying heat.
Lu Yao couldn't help but take a few steps back, "Deathfire, aunt, uncle, what are you going to do!"
The Fire of Death is a life-threatening method in the Black Chapter of "The Black and White Sword Chapter". It can cause serious damage to the source at the least, and can cause the body to die!
No need! Totally unnecessary! This is not an endless life-and-death battle for the sect, there is no need to be so desperate!
"What are you doing? Watch carefully! Back then, your Lu family was considered a big family of the Sword Sect, but now it has withered away. It's not just the genius that's missing!"
After that, he soared into the sky. He rose up and drew an arc-shaped line of fire. The power was comparable to the peak of the True God, but compared to the huge body of the Great Desolate King, it seemed too small.
“Hmph! Even a small fly shakes a tree, and a sparrow dares to climb into the sky?”
King Dahuang was also a little annoyed, not that Long Can risked his life, but that Long Can was not a disciple of the Xingluo Immortal Sect.
The eight-faced hammer fell without any fanfare. Now he is about to undergo the immortal calamity again. If he uses all his strength, it will be too bullying.
Under the heavy pressure, the black fire on Long Can's body whirred downwards.
Just when he was about to burn all the divine sources, the surrounding time and space suddenly stagnated.
A terrifying power that cannot be expressed in words came, forcing the black fire around him back into his body, and turned it into the power of the divine source again.
Then he turned upside down and returned to the deck, and the black sword in his hand returned to its original state.
No, it is not recovery, but recasting and becoming stronger!
A palm pressed on his shoulder. He looked back and his pupils suddenly shrank. He never expected that it was Qin Jiang.
This shocked him. The black sword in his hand was a top-level true artifact. Although there were not many true gods who could destroy it, there were still a few.
But if you want to recast it, a true immortal must take action!
Before he could think about it, Qin Jiang behind him reached out to the sky, and a thousand-foot-long demonic shadow slowly rose up and grabbed the Great Desolate King.
Very casual and careless.
(End of this chapter)