When they were near, Zuo Hanfeng told Yin Lenghui and Zhou Yong to hide and wait for an opportunity to attack from the side. He flew into the air, his eyes shining brightly, and his right hand suddenly grabbed downwards.
He was called the Blue-eyed Flying Dragon, so he naturally had the blood of the Divine Dragon. When he made his move, the scales on the back of his hand shone with a faint blue light. Five streams of Qi stretched out like claws and slashed toward the Commercial Yard with great momentum.
The bitter cold descended, and snowflakes swirled in the air. The trees withered one by one, and the emerald green turned yellow, chasing the flowing water. Even the evergreen pines and cypresses were covered in a layer of ice, as if they were carved out of ice.
The entire Commercial Yard seemed to have been moved to the far north. The bricks and tiles on the walls shone with a faint blue light, like a palace of ice and snow.
The temperature around them plummeted. Countless people were shivering in the cold. Those who were the weakest had already fallen to the ground. If Zuo Hanfeng had not concentrated his power, the surrounding area would have become a silent world of ice and snow, devoid of life.
Just as the five streams of Qi were about to grab the house, a golden Qi suddenly bloomed from inside. A fist the size of a bowl smashed the roof and froze the surroundings, hitting the cold light squarely.
The Grand Sun rose from the east. The ice and snow melted, turning into rain and pouring down.
"Good!" Zuo Hanfeng was delighted to see Du Huaishang. He was about to use all his strength, no longer guarding against a sneak attack.
Just then, a majestic voice pierced through the clouds, as if it was ringing in his Vital Spirit.
A similar voice had long been engraved in his blood. It was the object of his pious worship and yearning.
This was the sound of a dragon, a boundless roar!
The majesty of a real dragon was full of absolute suppression on the inferior, making Zuo Hanfeng tremble all over. For a moment, he could not control the power of his blood. He almost had the urge to crawl on the ground, but it took him a lot of effort to stabilize his body and not fall. Even if his Vital Spirit was not as good as that of a person who had broken through the Primal Aperture at Mid-brows, he still had the strength of the Exterior, unlike Jiang Hengchuan.
But the enemy he was facing now was at the same level as him. It was the Subduing Heavenly King of the Ninth Grade of the Earth Rank!
Du Huaishang was like a deity descending from the sky. His body was surrounded by a golden light that dispersed the cold air. He leaped into the air and punched from afar.
This punch seemed to be in harmony with some kind of Dharma and Logos of Heaven and Earth. The surrounding light gathered on it, making it look like a Grand Sun, dazzling and scorching. It melted the bitter cold and went straight for Zuo Hanfeng's chest.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz." A weapon that looked like a dragon's claw appeared in front of Zuo Hanfeng. It was dark blue and shone with a demonic light. With a gentle wave, layers of ice walls were formed.
The Precious Weapon automatically protected its master!
Puff! The "Grand Sun" pierced through the ice walls and melted a big hole in the middle. But Zuo Hanfeng was not completely powerless. He pushed out his left palm, and the wind and snow swirled in front of the Grand Sun.
The wind had dispersed and the snow had disappeared. Zuo Hanfeng seemed to be in a bad state, but Du Huaishang was unforgiving. He uttered a soul-calming chant and punched out with both fists. It was as if the sun had turned into rain. Sparks flew everywhere and the golden melted.
But with the help of the Precious Weapon, Zuo Hanfeng did not panic at all. His defense was impenetrable. At the same time, he operated his blood vessels to nourish his Vital Spirit and eliminate the influence of the 12 Magical Sounds of Langhuan.
When Zuo Hanfeng made his move, Yin Lenghui and Zhou Yong moved.
Like a ghost, Yin Lenghui jumped into the yard without touching the ground. But as soon as he crossed the wall, he saw a long sword coming at him. The sword carried the power of Heaven's Blessing, which suppressed his Voodoo Art. It seemed that the heaven and earth were repelling him, making it difficult for him to borrow strength!
He waved his left hand and his sleeve fell off, revealing his arm inside. It was an extremely frightening arm.
It was formed by stringing baby heads together, and each head was breathing out black gas. It was filled with resentment, gloominess, and coldness.
Yin Lenghui had actually refined his left arm into a strange whip. When he waved it, the air surged and the resentful cries went straight to the soul.
Yin Fire burned nearby, but it did not burn inanimate objects. The walls were intact and the weeds withered.
A bright golden spot appeared between Zhao Heng's eyebrows. Yellow light shone down, revealing a sense of righteousness and sincerity. It protected his Vital Spirit and resisted the cries of the babies.
The long sword cut the bone whip. Accepting the fate of Heaven, it destroyed the evil and destroyed the black gas. But Yin Lenghui showed his strange whip skills. The whip wrapped around the sword as if he wanted to take the sword.
At this moment, a purple Milky Way surged from the side. It was bright and clear like stars, enveloping Yin Lenghui in the center.
The Milky Way rotated rapidly and the place where Yin Lenghui was turned into a whirlpool. No matter how strong his body was, it seemed that he would be twisted into minced meat!
Suddenly, Zhao Heng made a fist with his left hand and punched to the side. The air behind him condensed and turned into a real dragon. It was bright yellow and noble.
As he punched, the air dragon flew, the earth shook and the walls collapsed.
"Puff!" His left fist seemed to have struck leather, forcing out a black shadow.
The black shadow's sleeves were gone. His left arm was made of baby skulls, while his right arm had no flesh and blood, only a layer of dry skin. It was Yin Lenghui! Yin Lenghui was trapped in the purple Milky Way!
The purple Milky Way dissipated and an object fell to the ground. It turned out to be a wooden stake!
The Art of Voodoo was really magical.
Zhao Heng was about to attack again, but his expression suddenly changed. Without thinking, he waved the long sword in his right hand and cut off his left arm from the shoulder. Blood gushed out.
His left arm had just landed on the ground when his skin swelled up in a strange manner. There was a hissing sound that made one's teeth ache. Then, insects crawled out one after another, shaking their heads and wagging their tails. They looked like centipedes and snakes, but they were also as small as a finger. They shone brightly.
Zhao Heng hurriedly retreated and sealed his acupoints. He waved his long sword and his Qi broke through. The fire burned the insects into ashes.
Yin Lenghui did not take the opportunity to attack him. He was entangled by Qi Zhengyan with his sword.
The Purple Milky Way combined hardness and softness, turning at will. The coldness of the Azure Snow penetrated deep into his bones and attacked him from afar. He could not break through for a while.
"Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa!" The purple Milky Way protecting Qi Zhengyan kept making similar sounds. It was the sound of the Gu Insects being crushed. They could not break through this defense.
Zhao Heng restrained himself and displayed the Emperor's Swordsmanship. He cooperated with Qi Zhengyan and firmly restrained Yin Lenghui.
Zhou Yong, the man with his eyes closed, "glanced" at Du Huaishang, who was in mid-air. He took out an object from his left ring and hid it in his palm in case of emergency. Then he attacked from another direction.
With the interference of the fight of the Exterior, he could not clearly sense the situation in the small courtyard. He could only vaguely determine the approximate location. Therefore, he went straight to the girl in green and the man burning in flames who were trying to besiege Yin Lenghui.
As soon as his figure appeared, he saw Mengqi turn around and throw out an object in his hand. It was shining with golden light like a long snake.
"A rope?" He did not expect that Du Huaishang could easily turn around while rushing at Yin Lenghui at a high speed. It seemed that Du Huaishang had prepared for this and made his judgment wrong!
The rope was divided into many sections, and each section seemed to have a talisman on it.
Zhou Yong had just reacted when he was firmly bound by it. The talisman appeared and rotated, locking his Vital Spirit, genuine Qi, and body. He could not even bite his tongue to commit suicide!
"A secret treasure?" "A secret treasure to deal with the Exterior?" Zhou Yong opened his eyes, but they were no longer as deep as the void or as murderous as the sea of blood. Instead, they were filled with inexplicable and inexplicable emotions.
"How could they waste a secret treasure like this!"
"Shouldn't it be used to deal with Zuo Hanfeng?"
He thought that with Zuo Hanfeng, a master of the Exterior level, in front of him, the enemy would first attack him. He did not expect that the secret treasure of the Exterior would be directly in front of him. It seemed that they could waste it at will!
He struggled hard, but under the fairy-tying rope, even an ordinary master of the Exterior could not do anything. In desperation, the more he struggled, the tighter he was tied.
At this moment, a sword light reflected in his eyes. It was pure and condensed, and filled with a sense of death. It made people shudder.
"It's over …"
"I can't accept this!"
His heart was full of grievance. He had not used all kinds of tricks, but he was about to be killed by the sword!
"If I had known this would happen, I would have used my secret treasure from the beginning!"
The sword light hit right between his eyebrows, mincing his Vital Spirit. Under Jiang Zhiwei's sword, Zhou Yong, who was tied up by the fairy-tying rope, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
At this moment, an evil and bloody breath rose from the depths of Zhou Yong's Vital Spirit. It crossed the void and attracted a majestic force!
Even from such a "distance", Mengqi and Jiang Zhiwei could smell the blood. Their Vital Spirits felt as if they were soaked in blood, numb, cold, and shivering!
"I can't let him come!" This was the only thought in Mengqi's mind. He did not care about exposing his identity. He pulled out Heaven Inflicted Pain with his right hand and slashed at Zhou Yong like a slash!
"I must destroy Zhou Yong and cut off the connection before the enemy comes!"
Dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and the sound of thunder swept away the evil on the ground.
The long saber fell from high above like thunder falling from the sky, displaying the five senses of fast, slow, heavy, and intense.
Kaboom!
The lightning converged and turned into a Green Thunder as thick as a water bucket.
Kaboom, kaboom, kaboom …
Five bolts of Green Thunder came down one after another, guiding the long saber and slashing Zhou Yong.
Because of the fairy-tying rope, Zhou Yong's genuine Qi and Vital Spirit could not cooperate to descend. At this moment, the majestic force had yet to tear apart the void.
Kaboom!
The long saber directly split Zhou Yong into two pieces. Lightning surged and engulfed his body.
The Green Thunder was the strongest and most Yang, the nemesis of all evil in the world. The evil and bloody breath struggled for a while before being defeated.
The majestic force lost contact and was instantly lost in the void, slowly dissipating.
A cold snort echoed in the void.
Mengqi panted heavily. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the remaining items in the lightning.
It was a Space Ring with a crack and a simple and unadorned mirror. It was divided into Yin and Yang and contained the power of life and death.
"A replica of the 'Yin-Yang Mirror'?" Mengqi suddenly understood and felt a lingering fear.
If Zhou Yong had used the 'Yin-Yang Mirror' at first sight, at least one of his companions would have died, and he did not know if the Yang Mirror could save him …
He and Jiang Zhiwei looked at each other and saw the sadness in each other's eyes. Zhou Yong had cultivated hard for many years, but because of a replica of the God-tying Rope, he died without being able to use any of his skills. If it were the two of them, they would probably end up the same way.
Secret treasures were terrifying, and Samsara was dangerous!
Mengqi suddenly remembered the story of the Apotheosized World. Even a Dharmakaya master or above would be chased by a disciple whose realm was far lower than his if he lost his treasure …
"Fortunately, my Eight Nine Mysteries can resist treasures. Yang Jian and Yang Erlang are really the role models of my generation!"
At this moment, Zuo Hanfeng dispelled the influence of the "Boundless Dragon Roar" and happened to see Zhou Yong die.
His eyes turned cold and his breath grew slowly but seemingly without limit. His clothes burst open, revealing his skin covered with strange patterns.
They seemed to be something extraordinary, flowing with a dim light.
A layer of ice formed on the surface of Du Huaishang's body. It took him a lot of effort to melt it.
"I still need two or three days to complete the task, but it's enough to kill you," Zuo Hanfeng said coldly.
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