Text Chapter 759 Full of Confidence

"boom."

A huge pillar of flames shot up into the sky, and the demon king's scorching blow actually burned the rocks in the mountains into powder, while Zhuang Shaoyu survived with a wall of divine power wrapped around his body, with blood gushing out from his mouth, and the long sword in his hand was already exhausted It can only be broken, and it can only use the divine power to blast the demon king's jaw heavily with the purple gold fan.

"For trespassing on the territory of the demon spirit clan, you must die."

The demon king's jaw had been split in two by the purple gold fan, and blood flowed horizontally, but it still roared ferociously, and the flames gushed out from its body, instantly forming a blast of flames.

"careful."

Sikong Yao let out an exclamation, opened her palms, and protected Shang Qian with the profound energy condensed from the Ice Profound Art.

Lin Muyu raised his hand with a sword, and the sword light cut through the air waves fiercely, forming a wall, protecting Shi Tianming and Liu Buyi behind him.

Chen Hang looked at Lin Muyu's attack momentum, and couldn't help frowning again, this kid is not simple.

...

"Let's help Mr. Zhuang quickly." Shang Qian said with some concern.

Sikong Yao stared at the battle between Zhuang Shaoyu and the demon king with bright eyes, slowly shook her head and said, "No need, brother Shaoyu hasn't displayed his real abilities yet, this demon king must not be his opponent, besides, for a holy warrior Zun said that self-confidence and dignity are more important than life, if we help him, it is tantamount to insulting Brother Shaoyu."

"But..." Shang Qian wanted to say more, but Chen Hang on the side signaled her not to say more, just like what Sikong Yao said, the real strong have almost distorted self-esteem, especially this one In this kind of situation of unmatched fighting, you must not help him, otherwise it will be a great insult.

"Shhhhhh..."

The purple-gold fan kept fighting against the demon king's sharp claws, arousing streaks of golden divine power. Zhuang Shaoyu almost raised his power to the extreme. The purple-gold fan opened completely with a "swipe", and a small ball appeared around Zhuang Shaoyu's body , It's actually the Law Spirit Orb.

Lin Muyu was slightly taken aback. He never thought that Zhuang Shaoyu's godhead was actually made by immortals. This law spirit bead can increase his skill by at least half. It seems that this demon king is about to die tragically at the hands of a strong man at the level of a holy warrior. .

"Wow..."

A gust of wind swayed from the purple-gold fan. This time, the power characteristics are completely different, and the ability to control the wind law of the moves has also been greatly improved. The destructive power contained in the wind is completely different from before.

"finally come."

Sikong Yao said with a smile: "The banker's Fengshenjue has four styles, the first style is fierce wind."

Amidst Sikong Yao's laughter, the Demon King let out a miserable howl. After his body was baptized by the gust of wind, scales flew up one after another, and blood gushed wildly, and he fell into a disadvantage in an instant.

Zhuang Shaoyu's eyes were serious, the bloodstains on the corners of his mouth were still there, the purple gold fan turned over again, his figure was like fallen leaves in a strong wind, flying with the wind but in line with the laws of nature, when the purple gold fan was fanned again, the power of the wind element seemed to be compressed, Condensed into the image of a blue mad dragon, it went straight to the demon king.

"The second form of Fengshenjue, Wind and Coiling Dragon." Sikongyao's eyes were jumping with excitement. Obviously, Sikongyao was extremely talented, and his martial arts attainments were far superior to his peers, so that when he saw Zhuang Shaoyu's Fengshenjue four forms I couldn't help being excited, I'm afraid that if it wasn't for Fengshen's unique knowledge, Sikong Yao would have learned it long ago.

Lin Muyu remained silent. If he had used the Qiyao Xingchen Transformation just now, he would definitely pester him to study with Sikong Yao's temperament.

During the devouring of the storm dragon, there was a "click", and one arm of the demon king collapsed into a cloud of blood mist. It can be seen how powerful the destructive power of the storm coil dragon is. The demon king's body is very strong, Even the Star Sword couldn't split it.

Thinking of the Star Sword, Lin Muyu couldn't help being a little silent. I don't know where Chi Jinglong sent the Star Sword. The sword soul of that sword is an old sword, but Chi Jinglong has grown up and sensible. has its own reasons.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho..."

The demon king had only one arm, but he was still roaring into the sky, the flames were expanding, as if his body would explode at any moment.

At this moment, Zhuang Shaoyu's handsome face looked more calm, his eyes were full of confidence under the reflection of the fire, and the purple gold fan was gently raised, and another storm flew up.

"It's the third form, tearing the sky apart..."

Sikong Yao opened her mouth wide, watching a storm surge up into the sky in the valley. This is not the kind of power that a person in the mortal world should have. I am afraid that if Zhuang Shaoyu is stronger, he will be able to destroy the entire mountain range with a single blow.

The demon king was bathed in flames, impacting in the wind blade.

"ah."

Zhuang Shaoyu didn't expect that the demon king still had the power to fight back. The horns of the demon king pressed straight against his chest, and he was about to penetrate his heart.

"Asshole."

Zhuang Shaoyu raised his head horizontally, and the purple gold fan slashed down angrily. The horn was broken with a "click", but it was still pierced into the chest by half of the horn of the demon king. There was a sound of bone shattering, and the ribs were probably broken. A few, bleakly activated the ability to shatter the void, leaping directly to tens of meters away, the purple gold fan was raised, and the fourth move was, Dimensional Chaos Slash.

Seeing the purple Dimensional Wind Blade, Lin Muyu inexplicably felt a little familiar. By the way, Feng Jixing’s Dimensional Wind Blade is also the same. It is no wonder that Zhuang Shaoyu’s understanding of the laws of the wind system has reached Feng Jixing’s level. He will be hailed as the number one among the young generation of the Tianji Empire, and his strength is beyond doubt.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho..."

The force of the monster king's impact has already spared the last of his life force. How can he withstand the impact of the dimensional wind blade? In an instant, his limbs were disintegrated into a pile of pieces of meat. Only the monster king The super demon spirit stone glowed dazzlingly in the minced meat.

"Brother Shaoyu, are you okay?"

Si Kongyao jumped forward and supported Zhuang Shaoyu's back with one hand, so that he would not fall into the mud miserably. When she saw Zhuang Shaoyu's face, she couldn't help being startled. At this time, Zhuang Shaoyu's face It was pale, and beads of sweat kept dripping down. In order to fight the demon king, he had tried his best, and even began to overdraw his life force.

"Ayao, I'm fine, take the demon spirit stone..."

Zhuang Shaoyu closed his eyes and cried out in pain, the only thing he didn't forget was the demon spirit stone, it seemed that he attached great importance to the result of the competition, indeed, Sikong Yao's temper was too wild, ordinary men couldn't restrain it at all, Zhuang Shaoyu After so many years of companionship, I still haven't been able to win Sikong Yao's heart, so... Well, winning the competition, gaining Shang Qian's favor, and being a perfect match, and if the banker and the merchant join forces, half of the world in Tianji City, the imperial capital, will be in the sky. The two are under control.

"I still remember the demon spirit stone."

Sikong Yao pursed her mouth, raised her hand and took the demon spirit stone from the air, stuffed it into Zhuang Shaoyu's bag, and said, "I'm satisfied now, I can go to heal my wounds..."

"Um……"

Zhuang Shaoyu's voice was weak, and he passed out in an instant.

"Brother Shaoyu, brother Shaoyu."

Sikong Yao became anxious, turned around to look at Lin Muyu, and said, "He's dead... woo woo woo, he's dead."

A million muddy horses were running wildly in Lin Muyu's heart, and a black line said: "He is not dead, he still has breath, take him to rest quickly, he needs to rest now, Zhuang Shaoyu's cultivation is so strong, the body has the ability to heal itself It is very strong, as long as you rest, you can wake up..."

"oh."

Si Kongyao tested her breath and said: "Liu Buyi, Shi Tianming, please help me to help Mr. Zhuang into the tent."

Shi Tianming was resentful, but he had to listen to Si Kongyao's words. After all, he came to experience with others, and now two of the three masters have been injured, so he couldn't just sit idly by, so he and Liu Buyi left and right He helped Zhuang Shaoyu to rest.

...

Outside the tent, the sky is gradually getting brighter, and another dawn is coming.

Lin Muyu moved the branches so that the bonfire would not go out, holding the Bingyuan sword in his arms, his handsome body was indescribably lonely under the light of the fire.

"Young hero."

Behind her, a sweet voice sounded, it was Shang Qian, who sat across from Lin Muyu with her knees crossed, and said, "You're not asleep yet."

"Can't sleep, Miss Shang Qian doesn't sleep anyway." He was still fiddling with the firewood.

"I can't sleep either."

Shang Qianxiu frowned slightly and said: "There are eight of us, young hero, you, Zhuang Shaoyu, and the little prince of Beimingjie have the highest cultivation. Now that Mr. Zhuang and the little prince have been seriously injured, I am afraid that we will not be able to continue our journey in three or two days. Now, we need to stay here for a few more days, and I'm afraid we'll have to rely entirely on you for the next few days."

"Well, I know." Lin Muyu's language is very dull, Shang Qian is a woman with a deep thought, and in a few words, she brought Chen Hang, a strong man at the level of the King of Saint Martial Arts, in fact, the strongest in this group. It should be the taciturn Chen Hang. As for Zhuang Shaoyu, he is strong enough, but his ability to fight in battle is much inferior.

"Young man, can I ask you a question." Shang Qian asked.

"Well, may I ask you, miss." The jumping flames shone on his face, with sharp outlines and determination.

"What kind of martial art did you use to kill that demon venerable before?"

Shang Qian paused, and said: "I can feel the domineering and destructive power of destruction, even Zhuang Shaoyu's Fengshenjue pales in comparison. I know a little about Pai's martial arts. The young hero's martial arts are different from the mysterious Tianji sect, the domineering Leiyan sect, and the femininity of the Tianjue sect. I would like to ask, what is the mastery of the young hero? What door."

Lin Muyu was silent for a few seconds, looked at the jumping flames, and said: "I followed Master only to cultivate my mental state. As for the specific martial arts, I created it myself. There is no school or sect. Miss, there is no need to continue to ask."

"oh."

Shang Qian's nose turned ashamed, but she really didn't press on further.

At this time, Shi Tianming appeared with a courteous figure, and said: "Dawn is coming soon, I wonder what kind of soup Miss Shang Qian would like to drink, there are quite a lot of wild vegetables and wild fruits in the deep mountains, so don't worry if there is no food for the pot, As long as the lady tells me what I want to eat, I will find it myself."

Shang Qian looked lonely: "Anything is fine."

With that said, Shang Qian turned around and headed towards the tent.

Shi Tianming looked stunned: "Young man, did I do anything wrong? Why does Miss Shang Qian always treat me indifferently?"

"I don't know either……"

Lin Muyu smiled slightly: "Perhaps Mr. Shi should also learn to give up, some things cannot be forced."

"No, I must have her."

Shi Tianming said proudly, he didn't know where his confidence came from.