Chapter 445 Cut off ties

When they arrived nearby, Zuo Hanfeng asked Yin Lenghui and Zhou Yong to hide respectively, waiting for the opportunity to attack from the side, while he flew into the air, his eyes were bright with green light, and he suddenly grabbed out with his right hand.

He is known as the Blue-Eyed Flying Dragon, and he naturally has the blood of a divine dragon. When he makes a move, the scales on the back of his hand protrude, shimmering blue, and the five strands of energy are like extensions of his claws, piercing the sky and clawing towards the merchant's yard.

The severe cold is coming, snowflakes are flying, and the trees are withered one by one, and the emerald green turns to yellow, chasing the flowing water. Even the evergreen pines and cypresses have condensed a layer of ice, as if they were made of ice, showing every detail, dreamy and charming.

The entire Renxingshang Yard seemed to have been moved to the far north, with the walls and bricks glowing with a faint blue light, like a palace of ice and snow.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and countless people were shivering from the cold. Those with the weakest bodies had already fallen to the ground. If Zuo Hanfeng hadn't concentrated its power, the surrounding area would have become a silent and lifeless world of ice and snow.

Seeing that the five energies were about to seize the house, golden energy suddenly bloomed inside, and a fist the size of a sand bowl shattered the roof, solidifying the surrounding area and hitting the cold light.

The sun rises in the east, the ice and snow melt, turn into rain, and pour down.

"Okay!" Zuo Hanfeng was overjoyed when he saw that it was Du Huai who was injured, so he tried his best and no longer guarded against Du Huai's surprise attack.

At this moment, a majestic voice came through the sky, as if it resounded in his soul.

Sounds like this have long been engraved in his blood, and they are the objects of his devout worship and yearning.

This is the sound of the dragon's roar, the roar of the dragon is vast!

The majesty from the true dragon was full of absolute suppression of the lower ones, making Zuo Hanfeng tremble all over. For a moment, he couldn't control the power of his bloodline. He almost had the urge to crawl to the ground. It was only with great difficulty that he stabilized his body and did not fall. However, even if the soul is not as good as those who practice the Ancestral Aperture Breakthrough between the eyebrows, he still has the strength of an outdoor scene. He will not be as sluggish on the spot as Jiang Hengchuan was, and it is difficult to even react.

But the enemy he is facing now is a being of the same level, the world-suppressing king of the ninth-level earth level!

Du Huaishang was like a god descending from the sky, wrapped in golden light, shaking off the cold air, leaping up and punching from afar.

This punch seemed to unite some kind of legal principle in the world. The nearby light condensed on it, making it like a big sun, dazzling and scorching, melting away the severe cold, and shining directly into Zuo Hanfeng's chest.

Buzzing, a weapon like a dragon's claw protruded in front of Zuo Hanfeng. It was blue in color and shone with a strange light. With a slight wave, layers of ice condensed on it.

The treasure soldiers automatically protect the Lord!

puff! The "big sun" penetrated the ice walls and melted a big hole in the middle of them, but Zuo Hanfeng was not without the power of action. He pushed out with his left palm, overwhelming mountains and seas, and the wind and snow swirled to block the front of the big sun.

The wind dispersed and the snow disappeared, and Zuo Hanfeng showed his bad state. Du Huaishang was unyielding, uttering a soothing voice and punching out his fists alternately, like a rain formed by the sun, with sparks flying and golden melt.

However, with the help of his treasured soldiers, Zuo Hanfeng remained undisturbed and guarded everything. At the same time, he circulated his blood and replenished his soul, eliminating the influence of Lang Huan's twelve divine sounds.

When Zuo Hanfeng took action, Yin Lenghui and Zhou Yong took action.

Yin Lenghui jumped into the courtyard like a ghost, his feet never touching the ground, but as soon as he passed the courtyard wall, he saw a long sword coming towards him, with the clear trend of "inherited by heaven", using his witchcraft skills I suddenly feel suppressed, as if the world is rejecting me, and I can't take advantage of it!

He waved out his left hand, and his sleeve came off, revealing his inner arm, an extremely terrifying arm.

It is made up of baby heads connected in series, and the mouth of each head is filled with black air, malice, coldness, and ice.

Yin Lenghui actually forged his left arm into a strange whip, swung it out, stirred up the air flow, and brought out the cry of resentment that went straight into his soul.

Dark fires were burning nearby. They did not burn inanimate objects. The walls were intact and the weeds were withered.

A bright golden spot appeared between Zhao Heng's eyebrows, and a dark yellow light hung down, revealing a feeling of sincerity, guarding the soul and resisting the baby's cry.

The long sword slashed the bone whip, which was destined to destroy the evil spirits. It cut off all the black energy in one stroke. However, Yin Lenghui showed off the trick of the whip technique, and the whip wrapped around him, as if he was trying to seize the sword directly.

At this moment, a purple galaxy surged in from the side, with stars dotted and bright and clear, shrouding Yin Lenghui in the center.

The galaxy rotated rapidly, and Yin Lenghui's position turned into a whirlpool. No matter how strong the body was, it seemed that it would be minced into meat paste!

Suddenly, Zhao Heng clenched his fist with his left hand and punched it to the side. The air flow behind him condensed and turned into a real dragon, with bright yellow flowing around his body, revealing his nobility.

With one punch, the air dragon flew forward, the ground shook, and the walls collapsed.

puff! His left fist was defeated and a black shadow appeared.

This black figure has no trace of its sleeves, its left arm is made of baby skulls, and its right hand is completely devoid of flesh and blood, with only a layer of shriveled skin. It looks like it is Yin Lenghui! Yin Lenghui is trapped in the purple galaxy!

The purple galaxy dissipated, and something fell to the ground, and it turned out to be a wooden stake!

The art of witchcraft is truly miraculous.

Zhao Heng was about to attack again when his expression suddenly changed. Without thinking, he swung the long sword in his right hand and cut off his left arm at shoulder level, causing blood to spurt out.

His left arm had just landed on the ground, and the skin was strangely bulging, and there was a sizzling sound inside that made people's teeth hurt. Then out came insects that were shaking their heads and swaying their tails, like centipedes and long snakes, but as small as fingers, shining with colorful colors. .

Zhao Heng retreated hastily, tapping his acupuncture points to seal the blood. With a stroke of his long sword, his energy broke through and the fire ignited, burning the insects into ashes.

Yin Lenghui did not take the opportunity to attack him, and was entangled by Qi Zhengyan's sword.

The purple galaxy was both hard and soft, turning as he wished, and the ice and snow were freezing to the bone, and the cold air attacked from afar, so he could not break through for a while.

Pah pah pah pah, similar sounds kept coming out of the purple galaxy that Qi Zhengyan protected, which was the sound of the poisonous insects being crushed and broken, and they could not pass through this layer of defense.

Zhao Heng restrained his carelessness, performed the Emperor's Sword Technique, and cooperated with Qi Zhengyan to support each other and firmly restrain Yin Lenghui.

Zhou Yong, the man with his eyes closed, "scanned" Du Huaishang in the air, took out an object from the ring on his left hand, hid it in his palm, and then attacked from the other direction.

Due to the interference of the battle outside, he could no longer clearly sense the situation in the courtyard, and could only vaguely judge the general location, so he went straight to the girl in green who tried to besiege Yin Lenghui and the man with flames all over his body.

As soon as his figure appeared, he found that Meng Qi turned around and threw out something in his hand, which was shining with golden light and looked like a long snake.

"Rope?" He never thought that the other party could easily turn while running towards Yin Lenghui at high speed. It seemed that he had been prepared, which made his judgment wrong!

This rope was divided into countless sections, and there seemed to be a talisman on each section.

Zhou Yong just reacted and was tied up by it. The talisman was prominent, flowing and changing, locking his soul, true energy and body, making him unable to bite his tongue to commit suicide!

Secret treasure? Secret treasure for dealing with the external scene? Zhou Yong opened his closed eyes, but the inside was no longer as deep as the void, or as bloody as the killing, but full of incredible and shocking emotions.

They actually wasted the secret treasure like this!

Shouldn't it be used to deal with Zuo Hanfeng?

He felt that with Zuo Hanfeng, a strong man of the external scene level, in front, the enemy would greet him first no matter what. Who knew that the external scene secret treasure came to him, and it seemed that there were so many that he could waste it at will!

He struggled hard, but under the immortal rope, ordinary scenes were powerless. In his anxiety, the more he moved, the tighter he was tied.

At this time, a sword light reflected in his pupils, pure and condensed, with a deadly meaning, which made people shudder.

"It's over..."

"I'm not willing!"

He was full of frustration. He hadn't used all his methods yet, and he was going to be beheaded by the sword like this!

I should have thrown out my secret treasure at the beginning!

The sword light hit the center of his eyebrows, crushing his soul. Zhou Yong, who was tied by the immortal rope, was like a lamb to be slaughtered under Jiang Zhiwei's sword, with no resistance.

At this moment, an evil and bloody breath rose from the depths of Zhou Yong's soul. It crossed the void and attracted a great force!

Just at such a long "distance", Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei smelled the bloody smell, and their souls seemed to be soaked in blood, paralyzed, cold, and shivering!

Can't let him come! This was the only thought that came to Meng Qi's mind. He didn't care about exposing his identity. He drew out the wound of the sky with his right hand, and chopped and whipped Zhou Yong!

He must destroy Zhou Yong before the other party descended and cut off the connection!

Dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and the roaring sound swept away the evil on the ground.

The long sword fell from high, like thunder from the sky, showing five feelings of fast, slow, empty, heavy and fierce.

Boom!

The thunder converged and turned into blue thunder as thick as a bucket.

Boom, boom, boom...

Five blue thunders came down one after another, guiding the long sword and slashing Zhou Yong fiercely.

Because of the effect of the immortal rope, Zhou Yong's true energy and soul could not cooperate to descend, and the majestic force could not tear open the void here at this time.

Boom!

The long sword directly split Zhou Yong into two pieces, and the lightning surged and engulfed his body.

The blue thunder was extremely strong and yang, and it was the nemesis of the evil in the world. The evil and bloody breath struggled for a while and was defeated sadly.

The majestic force lost contact, and was instantly lost in the void, slowly dissipating.

A cold snort echoed in the void.

Meng Qi gasped for breath, stretched out his left hand, and took the remaining items in the electric light in his hand.

This is a mustard ring with a crack, and an ancient mirror, which is divided into yin and yang in front and back, containing the power of life and death.

"Imitation of the 'Yin Yang Mirror'?" Meng Qi suddenly understood, and suddenly felt scared.

If Zhou Yong used the "Yin Yang Mirror" when he met, at least one of the friends would die, and it was not known whether the yang side could be saved...

He and Jiang Zhiwei met eyes, and they saw the disappointment in each other's eyes. Zhou Yong practiced hard for many years, but he died without using any means because of a replica of the immortal rope. If it were the two of them, I'm afraid it would be the same ending.

The secret treasure is terrible, and reincarnation is dangerous!

Meng Qi suddenly remembered the story of the Conferred God. Even if a Dharmakaya or a higher master lost his treasure, he would be chased by his disciples whose realm and strength were far inferior to his own and fled in a panic...

Fortunately, fortunately my Eight-Nine Mysterious Art can resist the existence of treasures. Yang Jian and Yang Erlang are really role models for our generation!

At this time, Zuo Hanfeng got rid of the influence of "Dragon Roaring in the Wilderness" and happened to see Zhou Yong's death.

His eyes turned cold, his breath slowly but seemingly endlessly increased, his clothes burst, revealing his skin engraved with strange patterns.

They flowed with bursts of dim light, and seemed to be something very extraordinary.

The coldness was so strong that a layer of ice condensed on Du Huaishang's body surface, which was finally dissolved.

"It will take two or three days to complete the task, but it is enough to kill you." Zuo Hanfeng said coldly.