Chapter 417: Being a Dog, Fighting a Master! (Two in One)

Zhao Boqi had no intention of stopping his ancestor.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the Zhao family is still prosperous today, and is a top-level family located in the core urban area.

But only he himself knows that the Zhao family has long been in a precarious state.

There are wolves outside the house. Once their ancestor dies, the huge Zhao family foundation will be wiped out in an instant, and will be gnawed by the wolves without leaving any residue!

Therefore, if the Zhao family wants to break the situation, they must find a strong helper.

It was at this time that someone from the Su family came to them, or more precisely, to their grandmaster ancestor Zhao Wenruo, and an important agreement was reached between the two.

As long as they do what the Changsheng family has told them, the other party will be able to protect the Zhao family from extinction.

To put it nicely, it is to let the Zhao family secretly act as the Su family's thugs, a useful sharp blade.

To put it bluntly, it is to let the Zhao family be a dog, and they will bite wherever the master points.

If it were in the past, this would naturally not be accepted by the Zhao family.

But now the family is in danger, and the Zhao family can only accept this result of living under someone else's roof if they want to survive.

He felt sad, but Zhao Boqi had no choice.

At present, only a few elders and the head of the family know about this matter, and the other members of the family are all unaware of the inside story.

Looking at the empty ancestral meditation room, Zhao Boqi couldn't help but sigh.

Nothing is ever permanent, and prosperity will eventually decline.

Even the Changsheng family, which has always been high and mighty, will come down to the mortal world and play tricks in secret, not to mention his Zhao family.

"The rest of the time is walking on a tightrope, and my Zhao family is already standing on the edge of the cliff."

The land of Jiuyou, the realm of chaos.

This is not the first time Song Changming has come to this land. This place is still gloomy and cold, making people uncomfortable.

But the special and harsh environment also allows many cold and cold things to be born here, including many valuable treasures.

The deeper you go into the Netherworld, the more good things you can find.

A purple flower grows on the top of the cliff, and a spotted snake is fighting with a vulture for the purple flower on the cliff.

Suddenly, a knife light fell, and red clouds rolled, destroying half of the cliff. Rocks fell and smashed into the cold pool below, splashing a large area of ​​cold air.

The spotted snake and vulture, who were fighting fiercely just now, were also killed instantly by this knife light.

Song Changming fell from the sky and took the purple vine flower into his pocket.

The two monster corpses naturally contributed to his blood and flesh essence.

Since the blood and flesh of the big monster were exhausted, he has not obtained decent monster flesh and blood for a long time.

These two monster corpses barely reached the level of monster generals, and the effect of refining can only be said to be barely passable.

"Flower, flower, flower, flower, flower"

In the box, Xiao Jin stretched out his long beard and sketched many small words in the air, reminding Song Changming, fearing that he could not see it.

"Okay, I see it." Song Changming laughed and put the wisteria flower in his hand close to the box.

As the long beard wrapped around it, the wisteria flower withered and withered instantly. The nutrients it had absorbed and exhaled from the essence of the sun and the moon and the spiritual energy of the world were all taken away by the small fairy ginseng in the box.

"Feed back, feed back." This time it was Song Changming's turn to urge.

Soon, a cool air emanated from Xiao Jin's body and was actively absorbed into Song Changming's body. He easily refined it and formed a congenital air that was injected into his martial veins.

His Qi training also soared a little.

This is how he gets along with this small fairy ginseng that has lived for thousands of years.

It "lives" in his body, transporting spiritual energy for him and providing a bonus to his cultivation efficiency.

Song Changming would give it treasures from time to time, helping it grow without worries, without having to hide from place to place, worrying about being eaten by monsters or being picked up by people to make medicine.

At first, the ginseng spirit wanted to escape Song Changming's clutches all the time.

But as time went by, year after year, the ginseng spirit lay flat on Song Changming, never thinking of escaping again, and even couldn't be driven away.

Suddenly, the ginseng spirit's long beard shrank suddenly, and the box was hastily closed with a snap.

Song Changming was stunned for a moment, then understood.

Someone is coming!

He couldn't help but put away the box and turned his head to look.

Sensing, a very strong breath descended here and locked him tightly.

The next moment, a figure arrived, appeared in the sky, and looked at Song Changming.

"I didn't expect that the Zhao family would come first." Song Changming recognized the identity of this person at a glance. It was the old ancestor of the Zhao family who had appeared before.

Song Changming had lived a peaceful life for a while. He thought that if anyone was dissatisfied with his peace and came to trouble him, it would most likely be the Changsheng Su family.

But he didn't expect it to be the Zhao family.

It had been a long time since he killed the old man of the Zhao family. After that, the Zhao family was "hunted" by other families and had never taken care of him.

But he didn't expect that he would be targeted again at this time, and it was this master ancestor who took action. It must be said that he had given Song Changming enough face.

"Could it be because I took the position of the 19th Army Marshal that originally belonged to the Zhao family, which became the reason for the other party's anger?" Song Changming felt that this reason was somewhat far-fetched.

Perhaps there were other hidden stories behind it.

But no matter what, this master ancestor was what he needed to face today.

"Hello, senior. I wonder why you are looking for me this time?" Song Changming's tone was quite polite, even seemed too calm.

This surprised Zhao Wenruo.

Considering the grievances between Song Changming and his Zhao family, Song Changming should be a little flustered when he sees him now.

"I ask you to go with me this time." Zhao Wenruo's old voice was full of penetration, and the sound waves formed were like an invisible heavy hammer hitting hard.

Ordinary innate warriors were caught off guard and suffered this loss, and they would most likely be injured.

But Song Changming stood in place, and the sound waves were like a breeze blowing on his face. He was still calm and indifferent, as if he didn't feel anything.

Zhao Wenruo frowned slightly, thinking of Zhao Boqi's reminder to him before leaving.

This kid is definitely not an ordinary innate warrior, and cannot be measured by common sense!

"Where are you going?" Song Changming asked.

"You will know when the time comes." Zhao Wenruo said.

"Senior, don't say it clearly, I don't want to go." Song Changming had one hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"Are you really not going?" Zhao Wenruo's eyes became sharper, and the pressure began to increase, making the air around him solidify.

"No."

"Very good!" Zhao Wenruo hadn't met a junior who dared to disobey him for a long time.

Even in front of him, Song Changming's age could only be regarded as a junior among juniors, with a huge difference.

Zhao Wenruo directly slapped down with one palm, and the majestic palm power condensed into a huge handprint, which fell to the position where Song Changming was.

He was already injured, and he didn't want to waste too much energy. This palm was to subdue Song Changming in one fell swoop.

However.

A red knife light swept out from bottom to top, and it actually defeated the huge palm print he hit head-on, and continued to slash at him!

Seeing this, Zhao Wenruo immediately drew his sword and swept out a sword, and then the red knife light disappeared.

"The Red Cloud Sword of the Cloud Emperor" Zhao Wenruo saw the sword tactics performed by Song Changming at a glance.

The first-grade sword art was created by Emperor Yun, and its power is also the top among the first-grade sword arts in the world.

But he also knew that no matter how powerful the Chiyun sword art is, it cannot be so powerful when it is performed by a congenital warrior.

"It's just to open up the eight martial veins."

Zhao Wenruo thought in his heart, but his movements did not stop at all. His figure floated to Song Changming and struck out with another sword.

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Song Changming did not dodge and responded with a sword.

A slash and a long sword collided.

On his right arm, the painting of the demon ape has emerged, with a ferocious ape face, ferocious fangs, and a roaring posture!

Song Changming himself has more than twenty-two dragon powers!

The physical body he cultivated is also fully capable of carrying the demon ape's power to move mountains!

Under the combination of the two, Song Changming's power has already surpassed the level of the innate realm!

Even.

Boom!

Under the huge force of a tsunami, the wind blew in Zhao Wenruo's face, and instantly messed up his white hair.

His pupils trembled, and the master's body was out of control and flew backwards in the air, smashing into the inside of the mountain.

The entire cliff top collapsed and collapsed.

The earth shook, and the beasts and monsters under the cliff hurriedly fled for their lives.

In their eyes, the duel between Song Changming and the ancestor of the Zhao family was just like a fight between gods.

"Huh?" Song Changming stared at the collapsed mountain. The other party was buried in it, but he didn't rush out for a long time, which made him a little strange.

The power of his knife was indeed extraordinary, but the other party was a master after all, and he shouldn't be directly injured by his knife.

However, this is the fact.

Inside the mountain, the ancestor of the Zhao family was deeply trapped in it, and his disheveled hair made him look even paler.

Blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and there was a scarlet spot on his shirt, stained by the blood he had just spurted out.

"This bastard!" He looked a bit painful.

On the one hand, Song Changming underestimated the true lethality of his knife. Although he couldn't cut himself, it didn't mean he couldn't cut other people, even if that person was a martial arts master!

On the other hand, the ancestor of the Zhao family had not recovered from his injuries, so his strength was naturally greatly reduced.

After misjudging the power of Song Changming's knife, he was injured on top of his injury.

Suddenly, his face changed suddenly, and he didn't care about anything else. He took a breath and smashed the mountain to rush out.

At the same time, another red knife light fell.

The huge mountain was completely split in two!

Song Changming put away his knife with a grim expression, and his eyes followed the figure of the ancestor of the Zhao family.

With a sudden step of his right foot, the second witch soldier seal was sacrificed.

A light and agile force burst out, as if Song Changming had added a pair of wings.

Like the Demon Ape Witch Soldier Seal, the power of this Demon Bird Witch Soldier Seal can now be fully borne by his current body.

The next moment, Song Changming disappeared from the spot.

In just a few breaths, he caught up with the Zhao family ancestor.

The two fought fiercely in the air. The Zhao family ancestor, who had already experienced Song Changming's true strength and suffered a loss once, did not dare to despise him at this moment.

He also understood what was going on. Song Changming's Qi training was not worth mentioning in front of him. The real strength was the other party's flesh and blood body that was tempered by thousands of hammers and was like a demon god!

That was the key to his injury.

"Sad Tiger!" Zhao Wenruo's eyes were as bright as sparks, and he raised his long sword. The Gang Qi turned into a blue tiger and swallowed Song Changming, who was almost in front of him.

The strong sword will then continued to destroy and corrode Song Changming's body, until he was knocked into the ground like a meteor, and then dispersed in a violent explosion.

After the fight, if there was one thing that Song Changming felt the most difficult was not the other party's identity as a martial arts master, but the terrifying sword art that the other party had practiced for four hundred years.

Once it was used, the power was extremely great!

"If there were no tortoise shell scales, I'm afraid this sword would be enough to send me back to life." Song Changming slowly stepped up from the ground, brushed off the dust on his body, and muttered to himself in his heart.

Zhao Wenruo frowned and looked solemn.

He didn't find it strange that this sword failed to kill Song Changming, but this sword fell on Song Changming's body, and it didn't even cause any injuries, which made him a little unacceptable.

Under perception, Song Changming's breath was extremely stable, without any signs of falling.

The smoke and dust were blown away by a gust of wind, revealing Song Changming's intact figure, looking at him calmly.

Zhao Wenruo's sight fell on Song Changming's body.

At this moment, Song Changming's clothes and armor had exploded, and the exposed skin surface was densely covered with many colorful mysterious patterns.

Among them, the magic ape on the right arm and the magic bird on the right leg were the most eye-catching.

Then it was Song Changming's chest, a layer of tortoise pattern was like another piece of armor, embedded in his chest, and extended a piece of scale pattern, almost covering his whole body!

This is the layer of tortoise scales covered by his third witch soldier seal.

It was also the protection of this witch soldier seal that allowed Song Changming to remain safe and sound after bearing the sword of the ancestor of the Zhao family!

"What kind of magic formula is this?!" Zhao Wenruo looked at the mysterious pictures on Song Changming's body, and felt uneasy for some reason.

Song Changming raised his hand and grabbed it. The Changshou Sword buried underground was pulled back to his palm and was held by him.

"Come again!" Song Changming felt the surging power in his body, grinned, and pushed his feet to rise into the air instantly, controlling the power of the three witch seals and killing the ancestor of the Zhao family again.

Zhao Wenruo was fully focused, his mind was completely immersed in his sword. At this moment, he forgot the pain and had no reservations.

"Ailong!"

Another sword, the sword intent turned into a dragon, and the sword power was even stronger than before!

Song Changming tried to dodge, but the sword dragon followed him like a shadow and locked him firmly.

Seeing that he was about to be swallowed by the opponent's sword intent again, Song Changming decisively gave up the meaningless dodge and took the initiative to fight back.

Holding the sword with both hands, he suddenly exerted force to slash again.

Now his Chiyun Sword Art has been practiced from entry to mastery, and the pure sword power is naturally much stronger than before.

Combined with his burst of power, this sword arrived first and was faster than everything else!