Chapter 488 Final Kill
"What do you want to do?" Wang Zijia said sarcastically, looking at Feng Yingzhong:
"Originally, we are not enemies of life and death, but you are too arrogant. For more than a month, you have threatened me with tens of thousands of people and repeatedly "invited me". Now that I am here today, what do you think?"
"What a big tone!" Feng Yingzhong wanted to taunt again.
"Fight!"
But just as he opened his mouth, the long sword floating beside Wang Zijia slashed at the void on the right.
"Swish!"
With a strange sound, a flying head that quietly approached Wang Zijia was chopped off by the long sword and split into two halves.
"Heh, you don't learn your lesson!" Wang Zijia snorted coldly, a long sword flew into his hand, and the whole person turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Feng Yingzhong.
Feng Yingzhong's body shook, and he turned into dozens of figures directly, holding a dark red blood stick that was only two feet long in his hand, and also rushed towards Wang Zijia.
Long swords were flying, cold lights flashed, blood sticks were dancing, and phantoms were flying all over the sky, making it difficult to distinguish true from false.
For a moment, flying swords were flying in the sky, and clones, flying skulls, and headless demon bodies were entangled together.
The battle started without any warning.
Many smart people below began to run away quietly, and some were brave and watched the battle in the sky.
The battle lasted for a while, and Feng Yingzhong's face darkened.
Although strictly speaking, this was their first official fight, they also had several head-on collisions in Sanjie Temple.
That time, he clearly felt that the other party's cultivation was not as good as his, but his means were very strong, which was why he dared to be so arrogant and wanted to get back at him.
But in less than two months, the other party had become so much stronger, his cultivation was no different from his, and his means were even more amazing.
If I had known earlier, I would not have caused such trouble! ! !
Unlucky!
"Why are you so angry, fellow Daoist? Let's sit down and have a good chat. It will be fine if we clear up the misunderstanding!"
After a moment of collision, Feng Yingzhong really wanted to back down after roughly figuring out the other party's background.
Wang Zijia also roughly figured out the other party's background at this moment, and said with a cold light in his eyes:
"You are thinking about peace now? I remember what Daoist said a few days ago. I don't have the face to cry and say peace!"
"You..."
After saying this, Wang Zijia suddenly waved his hand before Feng Yingzhong could continue speaking.
'Fake Spirit Borrowing Dao: Ancient Yuncheng! '
A vague shadow merged into Wang Zijia's body, and Wang Zijia expanded rapidly and turned into a Dharma image. As if he was asking a spirit to descend, Wang Zijia's breath also grew rapidly.
"It's so easy to increase so much strength, what kind of secret method is this?!"
Feng Yingzhong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he had no time to think. He stretched out his hand and took off the head from his neck. His body also expanded rapidly, and the Dharma image appeared.
Then he threw the head away, and the huge flying skull disappeared into the void and rushed towards Wang Zijia. The Dharma image of the headless corpse also took a short stick and fought with Wang Zijia again.
However, Wang Zijia, who had the Dharma image, had a few small stages stronger than Feng Yingzhong.
"Tsk!"
The long sword in his hand slashed at his head!
"Bang!"
The powerful sword light was blocked by the headless corpse with a stick. At the same time, the phantoms of the stick were shattered in an instant, and the headless Dharma image was slashed by a sword and flew dozens of miles away, smashing into the wilderness outside the city.
Without waiting for the other party to catch his breath, Wang Zijia wanted to catch up again to make up the sword.
At this time, the huge flying skull was suspended in the void, and the long hair suddenly turned into blood-colored chains, surrounding Wang Zijia from all directions.
Wang Zijia paused, and the remaining four long swords flew towards Feng Yingzhong in the distance. His eyes flashed with cold light, and his magic power flowed into the long sword in his hand.
‘Sword Dao: Seven Swords of Cutting the Sky! ’
The huge spiritual sword shadow slashed out again.
The blood-red chains in the sky were directly shattered. Under the huge gap in strength, the fancy means of the illusion were completely useless.
The flying skull was directly split in half by Wang Zijia's sword, and was shattered by the sword energy, exploding into two balls of blood.
“Puff!”
On the other side, Feng Yingzhong, the headless Dharma image besieged by four swords, froze as if struck by lightning at the moment when the flying skull was shattered.
The four long swords seemed to have spirits and instantly pierced his body.
The huge Dharma image directly exploded into a sky full of phantoms, and Feng Yingzhong fell out, staggered a few steps, and a mouthful of blood spurted out along with his internal organs.
Perhaps because of the previous lesson, he did something, and after the flesh and blood left his body, it quickly turned into a phantom and disappeared, as if he had spit out fake blood.
However, his pale face and weak breath showed that the other party must have been seriously injured.
He was surrounded by small shields, and coldly glanced at Wang Zijia who rushed up again. This time he did not say anything harsh, and his figure quickly became virtual.
"Heh! You want to run now? Do you really think that my spell method is a decoration?"
Wang Zijia was not panicked at all when he saw this.
With one hand, he grabbed the air, and a large net composed of golden silk threads emerged. It turned out to be the causal net that was inserted with the sound when he walked in the air before!
"Bang!"
Feng Yingzhong, who had not completely become virtual, solidified again and fell out.
"You!"
Feng Yingzhong, who had failed to exchange reality with the person who died in his place, was full of surprise and uncertainty, and his magic power surged wildly. His figure became virtual again, trying to force another back-up.
Wang Zijia immediately pressed his hands into the void, and a causal prison made of golden threads quickly emerged.
The prison is not a physical ban, but a combination of the sealing path and the causal path, which temporarily cuts off the connection between the opponent and a group of substitutes.
The virtualized Feng Ying Zhong was completely solid, and it was completely unable to sense the aura of any substitute.
For the first time, a look of panic appeared on his frightened face.
But Wang Zijia no longer gave him any time to think about how to deal with it.
The golden light in his eyes soared.
"Magic Eye: Concentrate!"
A strange spiritual light directly penetrated his shield and hit the opponent, making him freeze for a moment.
"Kendo: Here comes the Flying Sword!"
The next moment, the long sword turned into five streams of light, shooting towards the frozen Feng Yingzhong like lightning.
Feng Yingzhong was suddenly shocked by the Tao of Mind and Soul, and was in a daze for a moment. Fortunately, he was also a monk of the Tao of Mind and Illusion, so he only froze for a moment before recovering.
At this time, Feijian was already rushing towards him, and his whole body of mana surged into the small shield in front of him.
"Jingle bell!"
"Crack!"
Five long swords hit the shield at the same time, making Feng Yingzhong feel as if he was struck by lightning and besieged by several gods at the same time.
The shield only lasted for a moment before exploding.
Five long swords were inserted directly into his body.
"bump!"
His body once again turned into a phantom and was annihilated. A dozen feet away, a figure fell out in embarrassment.
There was blood from the corner of his mouth and his face was pale. It looked like he had used some life-saving means.
Wang Zijia on the side seemed to have expected it. Before the opponent could take a breath, the dark red flying sword turned into a stream of light and rushed forward.
"etc!"
The other party wanted to say something.
Wang Zijia ignored the opponent at all. This time, the five long swords formed a pentagonal formation and directly surrounded the opponent in the middle.
"burst!"
Suddenly, under Feng Yingzhong's astonished gaze, five dark red swords exploded.
The scorching fire and viscous lava turned into a dark and raging ghost mist, sweeping across a radius of ten miles in an instant.
The extreme heat mixed with the cold ghost mist, causing secondary explosions of crystals and third explosions of mana.
Feng Yingzhong originally fluctuated again, trying to replace his body, but he failed to come out and was directly enveloped by the explosion.
"Bump!"
In the one after another explosions, Feng Yingzhong's body was completely blown to pieces.
On the broken body, the dark red lava continued to erode like maggots on the tarsal bones, killing the vitality of the Dharma.
"call out!"
The next moment, a baby god held a short stick and was protected by a broken small shield. He rushed out of the ghost mist and headed towards the distance.
Suddenly, Guiwu had been waiting for this move, and the dark mist suddenly shrank, turning into a giant devil's mouth, swallowing him in one gulp.
"No!"
As he screamed in despair, Guiwu slowly shrank and turned into a small dark red flag, which was caught in Wang Zijia's hand.
Wang Zijia did not relax immediately after receiving the ghost flag. The golden thread appeared in his hand, and the runes in his eyes flashed like a waterfall, and he continued to explore and calculate!
"call!"
After a long time, when Wang Zijia was completely sure that he had taken care of this guy, he let out a long breath.
‘It’s not easy, this disgusting thing is finally solved! The Lord God is really difficult to deal with! ’
‘In the future, when encountering enemies of the Divine Lord, they will either attack with lightning or attack quietly. I will not give the opponent enough time to prepare slowly. It is too difficult to deal with an old monster that has survived for hundreds of years! ’
As Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed, he turned his hand and put away the ghost flag. With a wave of his hand, the other party's body and the storage ring were put away by Wang Zijia.
In the distance, countless people watching watched with horror on their faces as they watched a large evil cultivator being suppressed and beaten by Wang Zijia for a long time before being quickly eliminated.
Only at this moment did they realize that the rumors about this new divine king of the Chu family were not only true, but they were also a bit conservative!
This is not a new divine king. He is obviously an old monster who has been living in poverty for hundreds of years!
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After cleaning up the battlefield, Wang Zijia floated to the edge of the city and saluted everyone.
The city lord of the Sheng family guarding this city hurriedly returned the gift with a great gift.
"It is difficult to determine the whereabouts of this devil. It is rare to find him today. We have to do it here to prevent him from having another mishap and escaping. I am offended by him, so please don't blame me!" Wang Zijia said to him.
The city lord was no more than a real person for the first time, so he immediately hurriedly said: "Master Qianxu, you are so polite, I naturally understand. I am lucky for you that Master Qianxu can protect us forever."
"This junior is also not strong enough. If our ancestors were here, I would definitely step forward to help the Lord God!"
"I have a lot of things to do today, so I won't bother you anymore! When I have free time tomorrow, I will definitely go to Guangping Mansion to visit!"
"The younger generation, the ancestor of our family, is waiting for the Lord God!" The city lord replied with a respectful look on his face.
Wang Zijia glanced at everyone, said no more, and disappeared.
An invisible book escaped directly into the city, and the Chu family disciple's eyebrows disappeared without a trace after being embedded in a shop.