Chapter 772 Domination of the Battlefield
came the voice.
"No need to support."
"He is very important to me. It is related to my growth. Don't interfere, even if you die."
Jiang Ding slashed away King Jia's fist with one sword, one sword after another, constantly confirming the swordsmanship he had learned over the years. His voice slowly spread to the northern air force headquarters and fell in the ears of all the commanders.
His eyes were hot and crimson, and the burning murderous intent in his chest was boiling endlessly. It had accumulated from decades of sword refining. It seemed that he had calmed down, but in fact he was waiting for the feedback of the strong man's blood to calm down and rationalize.
Once expectations are lost, the desire to kill will increase exponentially in an instant, and inner demons may appear.
Now that he understands why Dairi Jianzi's battle was interfered with in history, he will immediately massacre the friendly forces.
This is not a psychopath.
Rather, this is essentially robbing him of his qualifications and trying to make him go crazy!
How could such an action not make him angry?
Of course, this does not mean that Da Ri Jianzi is a reckless man who defies heaven and earth.
Once he determines that he can never be an opponent, such as an opponent with more than two levels, or a son of an immortal of the same level, he will instantly mobilize his means to escape, let alone siege, or even summon a large number of elders to suppress him.
What I like is not my opponents, but my growth.
Ding!
Ding ding ding…
Jiang Ding struck out with sword after sword, slicing down King Jia who was standing on a mountain with bronze turtles and surrounded by 1,200 hairy gods. He kept revising the swordsmanship he had studied over the years. He was already at the peak of his sword energy and thunderous sound among the strong. In front of me, threads of realization began to appear, becoming more condensed and brighter.
He was absolutely sure that even without any inheritance or anyone's help, just by thinking about it alone, he could create the third realm of sword energy out of thin air and refine the sword into silk within a thousand years.
'really! ’
Ouyang Hui secretly thought that it was just a fluke that Da Ri Jianzi, who was stunned by the killing, had no reason to say.
"but,"
She was a little confused: "This is not in compliance with combat regulations and will bring more risks to our landing war. It is very likely that the sacrifices of countless predecessors and citizens will be wasted."
"After the war, the two of us may go to a military court."
In the Xianmen Army, one-on-one battles in the novel are strictly prohibited. If you are caught once, you will be severely punished, and dismissal from military service is the lightest.
"No, there is no violation of military law."
"This is a new tactic."
"I'm not walking alone. As long as I win, this is the new tactic I invented. The seniors will take care of these things, don't worry."
Jiang Ding said calmly.
The risk of war has indeed increased.
But he didn't think it was a mistake.
A long time ago, Zhenjun Dinghai said that he should combine his own interests with the interests of the Immortal Sect, and protect the Immortal Sect while gaining his own interests.
Don’t advocate unilateral selfless giving!
This is not lasting, goes against human nature, and cannot possibly exist in this world.
Jiang Ding deeply agrees with this.
Ouyang Hui stopped talking.
In the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of swords.
King Jia roared again and again, constantly hitting the sword shadow in the sky, tearing the space with his fist and swallowing the earth. However, except for adding some scars on his body, he could not get even half a step closer to the swordsman monk opposite, or his magic as weak as brittle paper. body.
Every time he took a step forward, a sword from the sky would strike and imprison him in place. No matter how heavy the fist was, the roars of the twelve hundred hair gods and the bronze turtles with Xuanwu blood were in vain.
The violent sword light suddenly stopped.
Everything returned to calm.
"do you dare……"
King Jia's eyes were red and he was staring at the young man in the sky.
"If your strength is only like this,"
"Then you're going to die."
Jiang Ding said calmly.
So far, this person has been unable to bring him any enlightenment on swordsmanship.
"If you can surrender, I am willing to make a major sacrifice and give up killing you."
After hesitating for a while, Jiang Ding spoke again.
A 'King' of the Xuanwu Celestial Palace is of great value to the Immortal Sect and may be able to promote some advancements in Immortal Dao technology.
The God of One Thousand Twelve Hundred Hairs was originally obedient.
At this time, his eyes showed a fierce light.
"I will win."
King Jia didn't respond. He slowly pulled out a bloody giant ax from his chest, and a fierce aura rose into the sky.
He opened his mouth and wildly swallowed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, setting off a storm that covered dozens of kilometers. His majestic body expanded like a balloon, growing taller and bigger, and soon became like a mountain peak.
His gnarled muscles pushed open his armor, revealing his bronze skin. He held a bloody giant axe, and looked at it like a pillar of heaven. The giant spirit general standing in front of the gate of the heavenly palace. Mortals are like ants, they can only worship and look up, and offer everything they have. Pious.
Just standing there, a scalding hot power spread in all directions, and the white clouds evaporated, forming a local warm current.
This is not a magic spell, but a natural phenomenon when Qi and blood are filled to the extreme!
"Sword cultivator, and you,"
King Jia transformed into a giant spirit general in mythology. He was a hundred feet tall. He roared, held a giant axe, and walked in the void with a bang, and his sea-like blood turned into endless driving force.
One step down,
The void for several miles burst, and the figures disappeared.
The next moment, the void shattered, and a giant spirit general with a height of 100 feet appeared from the shattered space. His face was ferocious and full of murderous aura. 1,200 hairy gods turned into golden lights and surrounded him like a cloak. The murmuring prayers came from the void, adding 1,200 golden elixir-level giant force and heavy pressure spells to him.
"You will die!"
"You die!"
King Jia roared, holding a blood-colored axe in both hands. Under infinite pressure and infinite power, he locked the young man in front of him who was as tiny as a dust ant, and his soul core.
One axe chopped down,
The sky collapsed and the earth split!
"Jian Yi,"
Jiang Ding looked at the giant spirit general in front of him and said lightly.
Compared with the giant spirit general, he was as small as dust and inconspicuous. If he was not careful, he would be ignored.
The blood-colored axe on his head smashed down with terrible pressure, enough to flatten an entire mountain and sink into the earth.
Boom!
At this time, the Taiqing flying sword slashed upwards, and the sword intent of destruction spread all over the four directions, instantly clearing all the pressure, and the world was covered by the terrible will of destruction and forbidden methods.
Then, within a range of nearly 100 kilometers, the sun's light suddenly dimmed, and infinite light gathered here, gathered towards the Taiqing flying sword, the light was extremely bright, the temperature soared rapidly, and melted the space.
Looking from afar,
A round of sun is rising!
She exudes light, destruction, destruction, forbidden methods, and the scorching will covers the sky and the sun. The fierce aura of the giant spirit general disappears as soon as it touches it, and no longer has majesty.
"Kill!"
The giant spirit general disregards everything, roars, burns the blood as heavy as a mountain, and sublimates his power to the extreme.
Between breaths,
The sun and the giant axe that chopped down in the air collided with a loud bang, and a terrible explosion occurred. The sky seemed to have a nuclear explosion, and the sky and the earth were filled with light, nothing else.
Then, the wind and waves pushed outwards, and wherever they went, whether it was a warship or a fairy tower, they were all shattered and vulnerable.
The bright light dissipated, and the consciousness and vision were restored.
Puff!
The hundred-foot-tall giant spirit god and the bronze turtle under his feet vomited blood and retreated, golden blood splashed, and the blood-colored giant axe was thrown out.
The 1,200 hairy gods surrounding them like cloaks were silent, and more than 600 hairy gods showed horror and wanted to escape, but they turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.