Chapter 445 Cutting Off the Connection

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

He was known as the Blue-Eyed Flying Dragon, so he naturally had the blood of a divine dragon. When he attacked, the scales on the back of his hand were prominent, flashing with a faint blue. Five streams of energy were like extensions of his claws, slicing through the sky and grabbing towards the merchant's yard.

The cold weather came, snowflakes flew, and the trees withered one by one, turning from green to yellow, chasing the flowing water. Even the evergreen pines and cypresses condensed a layer of ice, as if they were carved from ice, with every detail visible and dreamy and charming.

The entire merchant's yard seemed to have been moved to the far north, and the walls and tiles were glowing with a faint blue light, like a palace of ice and snow.

The temperature around dropped sharply, and countless people were shivering with cold. The weakest ones had already fallen to the ground. If Zuo Hanfeng had not concentrated his power, the surrounding area would have become a silent and lifeless world of ice and snow.

Seeing that the five energies were about to grab the house, golden energy suddenly burst out from inside, and a fist the size of a sand bowl smashed the roof, solidified the surroundings, and hit the cold light.

The sun rose in the east, the ice and snow melted, turned into rain, and poured down.

"Good!" Zuo Hanfeng was delighted to see that it was Du Huaishang, and he was going to do his best and no longer guard against his sneak attack from the side.

At this moment, a majestic voice came through the clouds, as if it was ringing in his soul.

Similar voices have long been engraved in his blood, and they are the objects of his devout worship and yearning.

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

The majesty from the real dragon was full of absolute suppression of the inferiors, making Zuo Hanfeng tremble all over. For a moment, he couldn't control the power of his bloodline. He almost had the impulse to crawl on the ground. He barely managed to stabilize his body and didn't fall. However, even if his soul was not as good as those who had broken through the eyebrow ancestral acupoint, he had the strength of the scene level. He would not be as sluggish as Jiang Hengchuan at the beginning, and even had difficulty reacting.

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

Du Huaishang was like a god descending from the sky, with golden light wrapped around his body, sweeping away the cold air, leaping up, and punching from a distance.

This punch seemed to reconcile some kind of law in the world, and the nearby light condensed on it, making it look like a big sun, dazzling and scorching, melting the cold, and throwing it directly into Zuo Hanfeng's heart.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, a weapon like a dragon claw appeared in front of Zuo Hanfeng. It was dark blue and flashed with a strange light. With a slight wave, layers of ice walls condensed.

The treasured weapon automatically protected the master!

Puff! "Big Sun" penetrated the ice walls and melted a big hole in the middle of them, but Zuo Hanfeng was not without the ability to act. He pushed out his left palm, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and the wind and snow swirled, blocking the front of the big sun.

The wind dispersed and the snow melted. Zuo Hanfeng was slightly inferior. Du Huaishang was unforgiving. He uttered the sound of calming the soul and punched with his fists alternately, like a rain transformed by the big sun, with sparks flying and golden melting.

However, with the help of the treasured weapon, Zuo Hanfeng was not in a mess at all and defended tightly. At the same time, he circulated his blood vessels, replenished his soul, and eliminated the influence of the twelve divine sounds of Langhuan.

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

Yin Lenghui jumped into the yard like a ghost, but just after passing the wall, he saw a long sword coming at him, with the obvious momentum of "following the will of heaven", which made his own witchcraft feel suppressed, as if the world was rejecting him and it was difficult to borrow strength!

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

It was made up of a series of baby heads, and each head was breathing out black air, resentful, cold, and icy.

Yin Lenghui actually refined his left arm into a strange whip, waving it out, stirring up the air flow, and bringing resentful cries that went straight into the soul.

Yin fires were burning nearby, they did not burn lifeless things, the walls were intact, and the weeds withered.

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

The long sword slashed the bone whip, obeying the will of heaven, destroying the evil, and instantly slashed the black air, but Yin Lenghui showed his whip skills, and the whip wrapped around him, as if he wanted to grab the sword directly.

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

The galaxy rotated rapidly, and the position where Yin Lenghui was located turned into a vortex. Even if there was a strong body, it seemed that it would be minced into meat sauce!

Suddenly, Zhao Heng clenched his left fist and punched to the side. The air behind him condensed and turned into a real dragon. The whole body was bright yellow, and the dignity was exposed.

With a punch, the air dragon flew, the earth shook, and the wall collapsed.

Puff! His left fist was like a broken leather, forcing out a black shadow.

The two sleeves of this black shadow disappeared, the left arm was made of baby skulls, and the right hand was completely bloodless, with only a layer of shriveled skin. It was Yin Lenghui! Yin Lenghui trapped in the purple galaxy!

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

The art of witchcraft was truly magical.

Zhao Heng was about to attack again, but his face suddenly changed. Without thinking, he swung out his right long sword, cutting off his left arm at the shoulder, and blood gushed out.

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

Zhao Heng hurriedly retreated, tapped the acupoints to seal the blood, and with a swipe of the long sword, the energy broke through, and the fire ignited, burning the insects to ashes.

Yin Lenghui did not take the opportunity to attack him, and was entangled by Qi Zhengyan with a 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 Sword Technique, and cooperated with Qi Zhengyan to support each other and firmly restrain Yin Lenghui.

Zhou Yong, the man with his eyes closed, "glanced" at 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.