Chapter 261 The Demon Is Still Alive After Being Dismembered
Ding Ling ate very quickly and devoured everything.
However, no matter how much he expected it.
Zuo Ci seemed to have forgotten the agreement with him.
Ding Ling stood outside the pavilion for three full days.
Zuo Ci is still missing.
Zhao Yun was furious. You must know that Ding Ling is now the patron saint, general, and king of the Wei Empire! How noble is his position, how dare Zuo Ci play tricks on the prince! It is unbearable!
Zhao Yun couldn't help but said immediately:
"Your Majesty, I don't think there is any need to wait any longer. This kind of evildoer does not keep his word and treats his promises as child's play. It is obvious that he is a shameless person. There is no need for us to fight with him. Let's go back."
Zhuge Liang thought so.
He also hates people who have no sense of time!
Naturally, Diao Chan, Qiao Du, Qiao Du, Qing Cheng and Zhen Jiang were also filled with indignation and felt that Zuo Ci's evil ways were too much.
Ding Ling smiled slightly and said:
"Don't be angry, just wait and see. If you really can't wait, go back."
Ding Ling is not a pedantic person and will not wait forever.
If it weren't for a mission, and Zuo Ci's whereabouts were strange and ever-changing, and he couldn't be found at all, Ding Ling would never have waited here, but would have chosen to kill him directly!
He respected Zuo Ci as his senior.
Zuo Ci let him go like this.
Ding Ling also had evil fire secretly rising in his heart, thinking:
"It seems that not all of these masters are like Tong Yuan, Hua Tuo and others who have good intentions and promise thousands of dollars!"
Since Zuo Ci ignored the agreement and promise.
Naturally, Ding Ling no longer needs to respect Zuo Ci!
If we meet again.
Ding Ling will definitely use thunderbolt tactics.
He secretly held the sword.
So I waited for half a day.
He decisively jumped on the horse and was about to leave.
Suddenly the weird laughter started again, and an old man with an ancient face walked out from the crowd not far away.
He looked at Ding Ling and laughed:
"Can't you wait after three days?"
"Are you Taoist Zuo Ci?"
Zhuge Liang asked.
"The adults didn't say anything, why did you, a little kid, interrupt?"
The old man glanced at Zhuge Liang and was surprised:
"What qualifications do you have to speak on behalf of the King of Wei Empire? You know..."
"He's qualified."
Ding Ling interrupted the old man's words and said coldly:
"Zuo Ci, I didn't just wait for three days. It was a full six and a half days! You broke your promise."
Where the sound falls.
Ding Ling suddenly activated the three major breathing methods, used the Feiyan Kung Fu, and in a flying spin, he flew up out of thin air from his horse, stepped on the void, and drew his sword while he was in mid-air!
Sonorous!
Dawn Swordsmanship!
Sunset swordsmanship!
The sword magic showed its power. In Ding Ling's rage, the Yitian Sword bloomed with brilliance. Sword flowers scattered under the tip of the sword. Sometimes they turned into flower patterns and fell into the stone on one side, exploding. The stone will break into pieces;
Sometimes it turned into a picture of the setting sun slanting down, and each of the solid sword pictures, carrying the noble and sharp sword energy, fell towards Zuo Ci's head like a turbulent sword river.
"Hahaha……"
Zuo Ci laughed and didn't even try to avoid it:
"Young man, your anger is too strong, and you will be sad and hurt your mind and body!"
Before the sound fell, the sword picture cover fell down, puff!
The sharp sword fell on the old man's body like the scythe of death, and with a popping sound, it crossed the sky.
The old man's head, arms, and body bones were instantly cut into pieces and scattered all over the floor.
A puff of smoke dispersed.
The old man's bones also disappeared out of thin air.
When looking again.
I saw the old man laughing a hundred meters away:
"Wang Yue's sword magic is nothing more than Xiao Dao'er! It's too difficult to hurt me. Young man, I've said before that your Taoism is too shallow. If you want to fight with me, you still have some trouble! "
"Yeah?"
Ding Ling took a deep breath and a sword danced out of thin air.
Qingshuang Sword Technique is activated!
The energy burst out from the tip of the sword, condensing into flying snow and frost beads!
Following Ding Ling's clear drink.
Flying snow and frost beads scattered in all directions, breaking through and piercing the boulders.
The huge rocks collapsed one by one with a clanging sound!
In an instant, gravel rained from the sky!
Ding Ling's left hand quickly condensed the Human Emperor's Palm and the Lion's Walking Palm. His palms continued to slap in all directions, and the gravel fell in all directions in an extremely regular manner like sharp arrows.
Just a few breaths.
Ding Ling used gravel to lay out a total of eight eight-formation diagrams!
Ding Ling looked at Zuo Ci coldly:
"Do you dare to come in and try my formation?"
"hey-hey."
Zuo Ci smiled happily:
"Don't even think about using provoking methods. I don't accept this trick. But..."
He rolled his eyes, looked at the gravel array with curiosity, stroked his beard and said:
"This formation looks a bit familiar. It seems like I've seen it somewhere. But I'm not too impressed. I guess this formation isn't very strong either."
So saying.
He actually walked over in a swaggering manner, walked carelessly into the Eight Formations, and looked at Ding Ling:
"How is it? How are you going to deal with me?"
"This demon is too arrogant!"
Zhao Yun was furious.
Diao Chan, Xiao Qiao, Zhuge Liang and others were also angry. Being so evil and cynical, treating promises as child's play, and treating others as if they are nothing. This is clearly like a god playing games with the world. He does not regard himself as a mortal at all. He is purely playing with people's hearts with a playful attitude!
Ding Ling is no longer the same as before, and his wisdom has increased a lot. Naturally, he has also seen through Zuo Ci's thoughts and thoughts. His favorability towards Zuo Ci has fallen to the bottom at this moment.
He no longer has the intention to hold back, and he has made up his mind that even if he can't kill Zuo Ci today, he must injure him!
He made a decision.
Ding Ling did not hesitate at all.
Instantly activated the eight eight formations!
After a moment.
The world seemed to be turned upside down.
In the eight formations, sometimes there are flying sand and rocks, sometimes there are rolling waves, sometimes there are swords like frost, and sometimes there are piles of sand and soil... The ten directions of the world are all desolate.
Zuo Ci was moved:
"I remember. This is the eight formations handed down from ancient times. It is the ancestral secret book of the Zhuge family. No one has been able to cultivate it for thousands of years. How did you cultivate it!"
He looked at Ding Ling in astonishment, as if he met Ding Ling for the first time, and began to look at Ding Ling squarely.
Ding Ling did not answer him at all.
He just cheered up.
Dancing the Sword of Heaven!
Howling Moon Sword Technique!
Qingfeng Sword Technique!
Qingshuang Sword Technique!
Poxiao Sword Technique!
Renhuang Sword Technique!
…
All kinds of sword techniques have entered the deepest realm of instinct. Ding Ling can easily use them and stab or swing them at will to exert the infinite power of this superior sword technique!
As Ding Ling exerts his power!
In an instant!
The breeze in the void blows through the nine heavens;
Flying snow and frost beads are all over the sky;
Patterns of flowers are everywhere;
The body of the Renhuang seems to have stepped out from the long river of ancient time and space.
Ding Ling shouted, and all kinds of sword techniques showed their power and killed Zuo Ci from one side of the Eight Formations.
Zuo Ci was trapped in the Eight Formations, rushing left and right, up to the sky and into the ground, and couldn't get out for a while.
When he was a little confused and anxious, the flower patterns of Ding Ling's various sword techniques had already arrived.