Chapter 491 Blood
In an instant, Fu Qingzhou’s hair stood on end.
He knew that he had delayed... Did he use the true energy to hit his heart to break through the Seventh Realm? In fact, he didn't have this matter in his mind at this time.
He just wanted to endure the severe pain that almost suffocated him to death.
But this short delay finally made Huijue feel relieved.
Hearing Hui Jue's voice behind him, Fu Qingzhou raised his elbow and turned around without hesitation to swing the scabbard of the Wang Sword.
But at such a close distance... it was still too late after all.
With a snap, Hui Jue stretched out her intact left hand and clasped his arm.
Fu Qingzhou's eyes widened and he slowly turned his head.
At this time, Huijue was just a little novice monk of seven or eight years old. Just to look at Fu Qingzhou, he had to raise his head, but his thin and immature hands contained endless power, just one finger. Squeezing Fu Qingzhou lightly, it was difficult for him to move even half a minute.
Huijue also looked a little embarrassed.
After experiencing successive battles and being slashed head-on by thousands of sword energies in the scabbard of the King's Sword, he also suffered countless injuries. He was even destroyed by the countermeasures left by Smoker before. Lost his right hand.
Hundreds of sword marks cut open his skin and flesh, and blood soaked every inch of his body. What’s even weirder is that the wounds seem to be constantly healing, and then being prevented from healing by some kind of force. They are squirming. Struggling and struggling, the skin and flesh closed and split.
"The scabbard of the King's Sword is really powerful."
Huijue seemed not to feel the pain caused by the serious injury, and smiled: "I'm just a Buddhist, you are still too weak now, you see , its light...has also dimmed."
Fu Qingzhou lowered his head and looked at the scabbard.
Yes... the scabbard, which was so radiant just now, has lost all its brilliance and has become ordinary.
"I will win in the end." Huijue chuckled and said, "Buddha, let's go."
After finishing his words, golden light flowed around him, and he immediately connected himself with Fu Qingzhou was wrapped together.
But in the next moment, those golden lights suddenly seemed to be pulled by something, and re-decomposed into strands of light silk, flying towards the sky.
In the wind, a prayer flag like a big umbrella or a pagoda appeared at some point. It came with the wind and hovered above the two people's heads.
Colorful cloth pieces are spliced on long ropes. They spin and dance, dazzling and dazzling. The golden light flies around and soon merges into the prayer flags, becoming invisible.
Huijue's pupils shrank: "Milun Flag!"
"That's right... Junior Brother, you are not the only one who is looking for the relics of Milun Temple."
Hui Kong's voice boomed, and in the next breath, he suddenly appeared beside Hui Jue and Fu Qingzhou, and grabbed Hui Jue's left hand.
Huijue's body glowed with golden light, and he obviously still wanted to struggle, but the golden light left his body in just an instant and was taken away by the prayer flag.
Fu Qingzhou's pressure was greatly reduced, and he immediately broke away and staggered back a few steps.
"Senior brother."
Huijue was not surprised but smiled: "You have determined to only cultivate the golden body without relying on external objects many years ago, but now you have made an exception to use magic weapons. From now on, you are afraid It's hard to make any progress."
"How can the cultivation of a poor monk compare to the rise and fall of the world?" Huikong was very indifferent.
After saying that, he looked at Fu Qingzhou again and smiled slightly: "Donor Fu, why don't you take action?"
Fu Qingzhou's heart was shocked.
Huijue was tightly strangled by Huikong and could not move. No matter what kind of magical magic he cast, it would be resolved by the sutra flag...
If you don't do it now, it will be later!
He squeezed the scabbard of Wang Jian tightly and swung it forward heavily!
Phew...
A breeze blew by, nothing happened.
Fu Qingzhou was stunned and lowered his head to look at the scabbard.
Its light is dim and it can no longer exert any power? !
"Hehe, hehe..." Hui Jue chuckled.
This laughter was like steel needles, piercing Fu Qingzhou's heart heavily, as if it was mocking him, the smoker, and everyone else's useless efforts.
He gritted his teeth and ignored so much. He strode forward, turned the scabbard of his sword horizontally, moved the tip of the scabbard forward, and stabbed Hui Jue's chest with all his strength!
With a loud sound, the scabbard pressed against Hui Jue's chest, but it seemed like it had hit a heavy steel plate, and it failed to penetrate at all.
"Buddha..."
Huijue smiled and turned to look at Huikong: "Brother...you can't stop me." After saying that, he raised his head and looked After glancing at the secret wheel flag, his left shoulder suddenly sank!
As soon as he sank, the left hand held by Huikong... was broken at the elbow!
Self-cutting his left arm, he did not use any magic, but only used pure physical strength. The prayer flags were naturally unable to stop him.
After breaking his arm, Hui Jue's figure flashed quickly and was ten feet away in an instant.
Both of his hands were severed, but his eyes were particularly bright.
However, when he looked at Fu Qingzhou, there was still some disappointment in his eyes... Obviously, he knew that there was Huikong and the Tantra Banner, and he could no longer take away the "Son of Buddha" today.
"Poor monk..."
Huijue spoke softly.
But in the next moment, Huikong appeared beside him again!
“Junior brother, don’t leave!”
Huikong's voice was as deep as a bell, and he stretched out his hand to catch it again. The prayer flags also flew in, following the two of them closely, hovering above their heads.
Huijue frowned. Without his hands, he could only keep changing his body shape, moving and retreating.
But how could Huikong let him go so easily?
In the blink of an eye, the two of them turned into two golden lightnings that were invisible to the naked eye, entangled from the ground to the sky, then smashed into the distant temple from the sky, and then returned from the temple to the boulevard.
During the whole process, Fu Qingzhou just gritted his teeth and kept trying to swing the scabbard of the Wang Sword.
But since he broke through the seventh realm, the power of the scabbard seemed to be exhausted. No matter how hard he tried, he could no longer exert any power, let alone kill Huijue.
At this moment, there were bursts of rapid footsteps and the sound of wind from the mountain gate not far away.
Fu Qingzhou suddenly looked around.
I saw a strange scene at the mountain gate.
The first person to appear was Tang Jiao - she came with a spiritual sword, her face full of anxiety.
Of course, she is not a spectacle, the spectacle is the one behind her... Yuan Ziping.
I saw him... pulling a carriage covered with yellow symbols, panting and following Tang Jiao. The wheels of the carriage did not fall to the ground, but were slightly suspended, and the curtains of the carriage were opened. , revealing the faces of Yue Heng and Bai Xiao...ah, no, Zhao Yuan.
“You?!” Fu Qingzhou was shocked.
Tang Jiao at the front glanced at him holding the scabbard and waving it around in vain.
“Brother!”
She shouted loudly: "Blood! Blood!"
When she shouted the word "blood", she turned around and shouted into the car.
Obviously, she wants to say...Brother Bai, you have to contribute some blood.
Hearing this, Zhao Yuan in the carriage paled suddenly and looked down at his newly bandaged palm - and when he heard Tang Jiao shouting, Yue Heng grabbed Zhao Yuan's wrist unceremoniously.
“Change, change your hand!” Zhao Yuan said quickly.
Yue Heng didn't care about this. When Zhao Yuan spoke, he had already untied the bandage on Zhao Yuan's palm, dragged him and rushed out of the carriage.
But... at this time, Fu Qingzhou had pressed his bleeding hand onto the scabbard.
Yes, when he heard Tang Jiao shout the word "blood", he never thought that the blood of the emperor Zhao Yuan would be used.
He just had an electric shock in his mind... Tang Jiao, brought the emperor. Ning Baimei took the scabbard of the Wang Sword, so it would appear here. Jiaojiao must have found the emperor. The scabbard was sent remotely...
Now the scabbard is invalid. As soon as Tang Jiao showed up, she immediately shouted "Blood! Blood!"... This was to remind herself that with blood, she could regain her strength. Activate the scabbard!
More importantly, at this moment, Huikong and Huijue were fighting and landed with a crash, less than five feet away from Fu Qingzhou!
So, how could Fu Qingzhou care about what Zhao Yuan and Yue Heng were doing?
He didn't have time to think at all, he clenched his fist, pinched the palm of his hand with his nails, and dug the flesh of his palm into a bloody mess. Then, he clenched the scabbard tightly and smeared the blood on it.
In just a moment, the blood was drained from the scabbard.
The next moment, in the astonished eyes of Zhao Yuan and others, the scabbard of the Wang Sword shone brightly!
(End of this chapter)