Chapter 235

Zhao Jiuge's first reaction raised his left arm, as if in the face of an enemy, his eyes were full of fierce light.

"Deng Deng Deng... "

The fierce and sharp sword Qi seemed to tear his own skin. With a tingling feeling, the silver light of the star awn shield flashed and resisted most of the sword Qi. However, even the residual sword Qi was not able to resist by Zhao Jiuge. Zhao Jiuge's whole body was constantly regressing along with the momentum of the attack, and his legs were swinging rapidly, hoping to stand fast.

The remnant silver sword light is like a small snake twisting around Zhao Jiuge's body. At this time, the Sanskrit holy body shows its domineering power, and the rich golden light flashes, which makes the audience feel a trance. I can see that the continuous flow of golden light against Zhou Hongyong's sword spirit.

Although the spiritual power in the body was rapidly consumed, Zhao Jiuge's mouth rose, and as expected, the Sanskrit holy body failed repeatedly. He had a little confidence in his heart, his eyes flashed a few times, and then made an unexpected action.

Instead, Zhao Jiuge estimated that the distance to Zhou Hongyong was enough to deal with him. We should know that the power of purple pole mixed thunder armor had not been aroused just now.

Now Zhao Jiuge has changed the appearance of Xiaobai when he was introduced. He doesn't know anything and lacks experience. Instead, he fights like a fish in water. In the face of Zhou Hongyong at the beginning of Lingdan realm, there was no fear in his heart. He only had an idea to release his own strength. But the actual combat experience told him that his magic weapons, such as flying sword and evening drum, had no effect on Zhou Hongyong, instead, he wasted his time. Therefore, he directly chose the simplest way to draw close to him, relying on his physical strength.

When Zhou Hongyong saw Zhao Jiuge's face not red, his heart did not jump. He stopped all his sword Qi and was shocked. It seems that he underestimated that guy. At this time, his brows were dignified and his heart was despised. Originally, he was worried that Zhao Jiuge would be hurt, but now he has to start to completely let go of his hands and feet, because he remembered that since he could be accepted as an apprentice by sword without intention, he must have some ability.

Facing Zhao Jiuge, who is like a moving tortoise shell, Zhou Hongyong is not in a hurry. He has the leisure to take a look at Zhao Jiuge, and then flip the pure yellow flying sword in his hand, and then burst out a more dazzling aura.

He doesn't believe it. Even with pure spiritual cultivation, he can't deal with Zhao Jiuge!

At this time, Zhao Jiuge has rushed to him a few steps away, all over with spiritual power, as well as the golden light. Zhou Hongyong is calculating time and distance in his heart, and then his pupil shrinks fiercely, which is now.

With a sharp lift of his right arm, the tip of the sword pointed directly to Zhao Jiuge's shoulder. It seemed that he wanted to stab Zhao Jiuge directly with the sharpness of the spirit weapon flying sword. He simply set his hand in a proper manner and knew to stab him in the shoulder.

There is a strong chill around the tip of the sword. The silver sword light flies and hovers around the whole body of the sword. As soon as Zhao Jiuge saw this sword, he was a little frightened. But at the moment, he is rushing forward, and there is no way out. He can only do his best to surge the spiritual power and protect himself.

But when the sword tip flew to himself, Zhao Jiuge's right hand had some changes, and the golden light of his right arm became different, some blazing and dazzling. It's the holy palm of Sanskrit.

Zhao Jiuge's action is rapid, and his right hand is directly forward clapping. In the process of pounding, Zhao Jiuge stretches his fingers and palms, grabs before the sharp point of the sword stabs himself, and takes a picture of Zhou Hongyong.

The faint smile is still on Zhou Hongyong's face. However, when he is photographed, this smile solidifies. It seems that there is still some disbelief in his expression. A boy in the later stage of building the foundation state can bring harm to himself without any magic weapon.

The body of the sword immortal is extremely powerful, which is why Zhou Hongyong is so confident that he looks forward to Zhao Jiuge and doesn't do anything to resist him. He thinks that he can hurt himself if his state is worse than himself and he doesn't take the flying sword.

Soon, he ate the bitter fruit he had planted. After being hit by the palm, his chest seemed to burst open. Some small golden spiritual power rushed into his internal meridians, bringing pain.

Zhou Hongyong quickly runs the spiritual power to oppress the golden spiritual power. Zhou Hongyong's face turned pale after a shot, because the palm consumed a lot of his spiritual power. Fortunately, Zhao Jiuge only had the later stage of building the foundation. Otherwise, he would not die or be injured.

There were some cracks in the chest of his ink-wash long shirt on his body, and his clothes were destroyed. Zhou Hongyong's appearance also changed with it, and some of them were in a mess.

However, Zhao Jiuge, who was heavily stabbed by the sharp sword, was no better. You should know that it was a flying sword with a spirit weapon. Besides, Zhou Hongyong already had a spiritual elixir. He directly stabbed Zhao Jiuge's body with the spirit tool itself, instead of using sword Qi or spiritual power.

Zhao Jiuge's whole person directly fell back to the back, but did not fall to the ground in confusion. Although he retreated, he quickly stood firm, and the whole person was slightly flustered.

The spiritual power in his body was almost under Zhou Hongyong's sword, and was about to be evacuated. This time, Zhao Jiuge, who had lost the star shield, resisted the attack directly with his body. Finally, he felt a sense of needling from his heart.When the sword was stabbed to the shoulder, the light of the Sanskrit holy body was temporarily dimmed for a few minutes, and then recovered. But soon the whole golden bright light dissipated directly. Even with Zhao Jiuge's full efforts, relying on today's strength, the Sanskrit holy body alone could not resist the sharpness of the sword.

Then Zhao Jiuge's body surface erupted a purple blue glow, which was the purple mixed thunder armor. When this glow burst out, the pain of piercing into the skin was relieved a little, and was relieved.

Without the golden halo of the Sanskrit holy body, Zhao Jiuge's whole figure was revealed. There was no injury in his imagination, and his face was only a little trance.

But the purple and blue glow in front of his chest flows around and protects him. After a trance for a while, Zhao Jiuge recovers his calm, and his performance is light and cloudless. However, he has to admit that Zhou Hongyong's accomplishments are much higher than him at least, and he has to give himself all his strength to resist with just one blow. This is the premise that he relies on the spirit armor and Sanskrit holy body. If someone else strikes, he will die.

"Wow..."

Seeing this scene, the crowd around them did not think they were one-sided. Many people knew Zhou Hongyong. Although Zhou Hongyong, the disciple of Du Jun, the leader of xuanqifeng, was not outstanding, he was still better than other disciples. Although he could not compare with some of the top disciples, he was naturally in the same level by virtue of his array talent There are few rivals.

"Ha ha, now I'll see how Zhou Hongyong ends up." The gentle young man next to roblewin chuckled that he did not come from the same peak. Naturally, he would not have any good intentions. He would like to see the other party lively.

Roblewin just listened to his elder brother's words without saying anything. However, he knew his elder brother's strength and status. He didn't know how much higher he was than Zhou Hongyong. At this time, he just spent time with the mentality of watching a play.

"Sissy, I still want to learn from others to teach people about this strength." Zhao Jiuge said with a smile, but there was no smile in his dark eyes. He was only alert and on guard against Zhou Hongyong's sudden attack.

However, this time, Zhou Hongyong some abnormal calm down, the anger on his face slowly convergence, such as a lake of stagnant water, no waves, eyes no mood staring at Zhao Jiuge, "strength is not so how, can not win others bully you are many, can clean up you enough."

Zhao Jiuge's expression changed in an instant. It seems that Zhou Hongyong is determined to clean up himself. He who calms down is the most terrible. Now Zhou Hongyong doesn't care how others comment on him. He also has to deal with Zhao Jiuge, or he can't solve his hatred. Let Zhao Jiuge call himself sissy again and again.

All around the noise and laughter also dissipated with this scene, each face a little serious, looking at how this matter ends today, more and more noisy.

"Hua Hua..."

The small voice began to ring. At first, it was very small, which made people think it was an illusion. But then it became bigger and bigger. A green spiritual power in the air spread like smoke and fog, and gathered regularly.

It was the first time for Zhao Jiuge to see a strange spiritual power fluctuating and dispersing. Zhao Jiuge was able to control it. It seemed that ordinary spiritual power was growing exponentially with the condensation. At this moment, a sense of danger finally emerged in Zhao Jiuge's heart.

"Is Hong Yong crazy this week? He even started to use the spirit array to deal with this boy. If you can't control it, there will be death and injury." A dark, more stable young man, slightly curling his eyebrows, said.

Next to him stood the cold wind. As cold as the wind, his face was anxious at the moment, and he held tightly the sleeve of the elder martial brother next to him. There was a faint sweat from the pores of his fingers.

Seeing the younger martial brother who had just been admitted by the master, the dark young man looked at Leng Rufeng, raised his eyebrows and said, "how do you know this Zhao Jiuge?"

"Not only do we know each other, but also our best brother. Could you please stop Zhou Hongyong later?" Cold as the wind nods fiercely, the tone is hasty to say.

The dark young man was relieved immediately. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly looked in astonishment and grinned with schadenfreude. "I don't need to do it now. There's a good show to watch. Don't worry, your friend will be OK."

After saying that, the dark young man looked at the two figures in the crowd, and his smile grew stronger. And cold as wind, like letter is not letter, or some worried looking at Zhao Jiuge, because the spirit array is about to form.

Looking at the formation of the Lingzhen, Zhao Jiuge was surprised and sighed with emotion. Although the method of Lingzhen was different, its power should not be underestimated.

All of a sudden, a burst of drink is thinking about preparing to use means to deal with the situation in front of Zhao Jiuge scared.

"Stop it."

With this burst of drinking, a woman's figure slowly came out of the crowd. People on both sides consciously gave up a road to both sides because of the momentum of the woman.

The cold voice just now came from the woman's mouth. Then Zhao Jiuge looked at Zhou Hongyong in the opposite direction and stopped his movements. Even the spirit array in the air began to disperse, and it was not formed.At this time, Zhao Jiuge took a strange look at the woman. She thought it would be her elder martial sister who tied the red silk, but she didn't.

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