Seeing that there was no way to break through his defense, Qing Yueqiu had an idea. She commanded the Shadow Soldiers to drill into the Shakyamuni's nose, ears, eyes, and mouth.
As expected, the Shakyamuni either waved his hand to disperse the Shadow Soldiers or turned his head to dodge the Shadow Soldiers' attacks.
Qing Yueqiu was overjoyed. It seemed like the Shakyamuni was only tough on the surface. The inside of his body should still be corroded by the strong alkali.
However, at this moment, the Shakyamuni suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Zuo Zhicheng and the Shakyamuni. He saw Zuo Zhicheng pulling out the Blue Frost Sword from his waist with one hand and holding the Shakyamuni's head with the other. He looked at the Shakyamuni with a cold smile.
Although the Shakyamuni's entire body was red from the burns, his skin was lacerated, and his body was covered in blisters. Although he was almost covered in blood and severely injured.
However, no one could doubt his strength when he was holding the Shakyamuni's head.
Just as Qing Yueqiu and the others looked on in amazement, the Shakyamuni let out a furious roar and slammed his palm on the ground.
As an Invincible Warrior, the Shakyamuni's muscles, bones, and skin contained large amounts of carbon and iron elements. Therefore, he had an astonishing weight, which caused his body to be clumsy.
However, even though he was clumsy, as a martial arts practitioner, he had developed an astonishing explosive strength under heavy circumstances. This was especially so when he slammed his palm on the ground with his own weight.
It was as if a huge cauldron had smashed into the ground. Lin Gang Ho, who was the closest to him, felt his legs turn to jelly. It was as if he had encountered an earthquake and could not even stand properly.
After this slap, the Shakyamuni stood up abruptly and charged towards Lin Gang Ho like a cannonball.
Qing Yueqiu's heart skipped a beat. The Shadow Soldiers in the air had already drilled into the Shakyamuni's face. From the looks of it, the Shadow Soldiers could only harm the Shakyamuni by entering his body through here.
But in the face of the Shadow Soldiers, Dharma King of Destruction slammed his palms together. His palms, which were as heavy as a thousand-pound gate, slapped together like a fan. A strong wind blew against the Shadow Soldiers, blowing them all away. Green Moon Hill's attack was instantly neutralized.
Then, with a loud bang, the Shakyamuni landed in front of Lin Gang Ho like a meteorite. Lin Gang Ho was already on his feet, he could not stand still. and his entire body fell to the ground.
The Shakyamuni of Destruction opened his door-sized palm and gently swiped at Lin Ganghao.
Although Lin Gang Ho could not escape, his hands were still responsive. The military saber in his hand turned into countless saber lights and slashed at the Shakyamuni's palm. However, it was useless. On the contrary, he was too flustered and did not use his full strength. The military saber in his hand broke with a bang.
In the end, his head was gently pinched by the Shakyamuni's hand. Then, the Shakyamuni grabbed his thigh and lifted him up.
In a series of attacks, the Shakyamuni displayed an astonishing explosive power. Almost before anyone could react, he had grabbed Lin Gang Ho in his hand.
More than 100 meters away, Zuo Zhicheng narrowed his eyes slightly. On the other side, Qing Yueqiu also stopped attacking. Tang Xianghui shouted, "Let him go!"
The Shakyamuni revealed a cruel smile. With a slight force from his palms, Lin Gang Ho's entire body began to elongate from his stomach amidst an incomparably miserable roar.
The Shakyamuni wanted to tear Lin Gang Ho into two pieces alive.
He looked in Zuo Zhicheng's direction and roared with a bloodthirsty expression, "Today, you won't be the only one who will die. Everyone related to this matter will die!"
At this moment, Zuo Zhicheng took a step forward and rushed toward the Shakyamuni.
Of course, he was not trying to save Lin Gang Ho. He just had to hurry up and get rid of the Shakyamuni before the outcome of the battle between the Underworld Serpent King and Shakyamuni Daoyu was decided.
As for waiting for the Underworld Serpent King to defeat Shakyamuni Daoyu and then come to their aid … This kind of passive fighting style was not his style.
Although the injuries on his body were serious, Zuo Zhicheng did not even frown. He allowed the excruciating pain to come in waves from every part of his body. He allowed his wounds to rupture, blood to splatter everywhere, and his muscles to tear. He had once again unleashed his full strength.
Previously, in order to kill the Shakyamuni, Zuo Zhicheng had used a combination of fist techniques and the Divine Light Sword. However, now that he was facing an invulnerable monster like the Shakyamuni, he naturally could not fight with his bare hands like before.
A cold sword light flashed past. As Zuo Zhicheng dashed forward, a long trail of snow was left behind. The tip of his sword carried a cold gleam as it pierced towards the Shakyamuni's eyes.
Heavenly Winter Thunder, Earth Quakes. This sword strike was accompanied by a sharp whistle that shook the atmosphere. It had the cruelty of winter and the majesty of thunder. It was the Finger Flicking Ice Thunder of the Cold Light Sword Technique.
In the blink of an eye, Shakyamuni of Destruction did not dodge, nor did he parry. He continued to grab Lin Ganghao with one hand and threw out a punch with the other. Zuo Zhicheng was so fast that the Shakyamuni of Destruction could only see a blurry shadow. However, Zuo Zhicheng was still able to rely on his senses and sound to strike at the strongest point of the sword.
At the same time as the punch was thrown, a golden dot spread out from the Shakyamuni of Destruction's body like a drop of dye in water. In the eyes of Zuo Zhicheng, the Shakyamuni of Destruction's body seemed to be covered in a layer of golden paint. His entire body was emitting waves of golden light. He was like an angry Vajra with unparalleled majesty as he threw a punch towards Zuo Zhicheng.
This was the Shakyamuni of Destruction's Indestructible Golden Body. It did not have strong attacking power, nor did it have any effect of intimidation or fear. Its only function was to defend against all mental attacks. Before the Shakyamuni of Destruction's mental strength was exhausted, any mental attacks would be ineffective against him.
At the same time, he activated his Indestructible Vajra Body and Indestructible Golden Body. Regardless of whether it was swords, spears, staffs, or mental attacks, nothing could hurt him. Zuo Zhicheng's Frozen Demon Field had also lost its effect on the Shakyamuni of Destruction.
His speed and movements were not affected in the slightest.
Under such circumstances, Zuo Zhicheng lowered his body and dodged the Shakyamuni of Destruction's punch. At the same time, the blade of his sword changed and pierced from the bottom to the top. It was aimed at the Shakyamuni of Destruction's eye. However, the Shakyamuni of Destruction blocked the attack by closing his eyelids.
'I don't believe that your eyeballs are so hard. ' Zuo Zhicheng made up his mind and exerted force with his left hand. The Blue Frost Sword pierced the left eyelid of the Shakyamuni of Destruction. Even the blade of the sword was arched.
"Ah!" A stream of blood flowed out from under the Shakyamuni of Destruction's eyelid. The sword had pierced through his eyelid, but it had still pierced his eyeball.
However, in this way, Zuo Zhicheng had used up all his force, which gave the Shakyamuni of Destruction an opportunity.
The Shakyamuni of Destruction's iron fist, which was completely wrapped in iron skin and golden light, was like a battering ram. With the sound of the air exploding, the Shakyamuni of Destruction rushed toward Zuo Zhicheng's chest. Layers of air formed a circle around the Shakyamuni of Destruction's fist. It was the visual effect of the air being compressed due to the strong and fast force.
The Shakyamuni of Destruction's pure strength was naturally not as high as Zuo Zhicheng's. However, the great mass of his body brought about a strong inertia and impact force.
Boom! Zuo Zhicheng barely caught the fist with his right hand. His right fist, which had been injured by the Shakyamuni of Destruction's counterforce, was twisted strangely this time. Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, his entire right arm was twisted more than 90 degrees below the elbow.
However, Zuo Zhicheng did not dare to ignore it. He did not even look at his almost crippled right hand. He let go of the Blue Frost Sword in his hand and a ray of light appeared in his left hand.
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