Divine Light Sword. This dao technique was the most powerful among all the techniques that Zuo Zhicheng possessed. He had just used one second on Chakravarti King and could still maintain it for another six seconds.
However, this time, the sword light did not produce the same effect as it did on Master Chakravarti when it struck Master Destruction's neck.
Although the Divine Light Sword was called a sword, its essence was actually a laser and not a sword. It did not have a physical body and its lethality was mainly due to the laser beam melting the surface of the target rapidly, triggering vaporization, vaporizing substances and spraying them outwards.
Therefore, it did not rely on the user's strength but on the high temperature of the high-power laser beam.
Therefore, it could easily cut through the proteins that made up the human body. However, when it came to Master Destruction's body, it only left a burn mark on his ashen skin.
Unless Zuo Zhicheng was given enough time or the Divine Light Sword's power was increased again. Otherwise, the Divine Light Sword would not be able to generate enough heat to cut Master Destruction's body open in just a few seconds.
Seeing this, Zuo Zhicheng felt a chill in his heart. He kicked hard with both feet and dodged backward. Less than a second after he dodged, there was a loud bang, and a black shadow had already smashed into the place where Zuo Zhicheng was originally standing.
It was Master Destruction who swung Lin Gang Ho's head and smashed his body to the ground.
The ground cracked and debris flew everywhere. Blood flowed out of Lin Gang Ho's body like tap water and quickly filled the ground below him.
Then, when he was lifted up again, one could see that his head, chest, and lower limbs had been smashed into a bloody mess. Only his slightly rising and falling chest showed that he was still alive.
Shakyamuni of Destruction touched the burn mark on his neck and looked at the seriously injured Zuo Zhicheng. The corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smile. "Do you want to save him?"
Zuo Zhicheng did not answer. He only used his left hand to press on his right hand. Then, with a sudden twist, his fractured and dislocated arm was fixed. Even he could not help but frown at the pain. Within a short period of time, unless he was willing to permanently cripple his right hand, he would not be able to exert any strength with his right hand.
One of Shakyamuni of Destruction's eyes was still closed. Blood had left a bloody line on his cheek below his eye.
"You can try and save him!"
As he spoke, he casually tossed Lin Ganghao, who looked like a broken sack, to Zuo Zhicheng. At the same time, he exerted force in his legs, and his huge mass pressed down on the ground. The soil under Shakyamuni Destruction's feet sank down like plasticine.
At the same time, his body was propelled forward like a tank towards Zuo Zhicheng.
If he caught Lin Gang Ho, he would be attacked by the Shakyamuni of Destruction.
If he didn't, Lin Gang Ho would definitely die.
For Zuo Zhicheng, this was a decision he made without hesitation. No matter how he thought about it, Zuo Zhicheng was still in the middle of a life-and-death battle. If he were to think about how to save Lin Gang, he would be digging his own grave.
Therefore, Zuo Zhicheng didn't even look at Lin Ganghao, who was still in the air. Zuo Zhicheng's silhouette had already changed from extremely still to extremely moving. His entire body looked blurry. He was already half-squatting, and with a big stride, he darted out like a black panther.
Zuo Zhicheng directly avoided Lin Gang Ho from below and flashed to the left side of Shakyamuni of Destruction. After several consecutive exchanges, he no longer intended to fight Shakyamuni of Destruction head-on. He had just almost blinded Shakyamuni of Destruction's left eye. At this moment, he flashed to the left side of Shakyamuni of Destruction. He was sure that Shakyamuni of Shakyamuni of Destruction's line of sight would not be able to defend against attacks from the left.
This was indeed the case. In Shakyamuni of Destruction's eyes, Zuo Zhicheng seemed to have disappeared in an instant. Shakyamuni of Destruction turned his head subconsciously, but he only saw the corner of Zuo Zhicheng's clothes. Zuo Zhicheng had dodged once again. He kept dodging sideways while sticking close to Shakyamuni of Destruction's blind spots.
'Could it be that this guy has long planned to do this?'
At this moment, Qing Yueqiu's Shadow Soldiers once again surrounded Shakyamuni of Destruction and drilled into his eyes and nose. This time, the Shadow Soldiers did not maintain their human form. Instead, they covered the upper body of Shakyamuni of Destruction like a cloud of mist.
With a swoosh, Shakyamuni of Destruction casually slapped his palm, and a hurricane was created with one hand, instantly dispersing the white mist. However, Zuo Zhicheng seized the opportunity to make a move due to his blind spots and the cloud of mist.
With a loud boom, Zuo Zhicheng once again slapped the side of Shakyamuni of Destruction's waist. After this attack, Shakyamuni of Destruction instantly felt a strong gust of wind blowing against his face, and he retreated once again.
After sweeping past Zuo Zhicheng's afterimage with his palm, Shakyamuni of Destruction stumbled slightly and touched his waist in surprise. Zuo Zhicheng's palm strike just now had actually caused damage to the inside of his body through his skin.
'I've heard of hitting a cow through a mountain, but to think that he can cause such damage even through a metal plate.' Shakyamuni of Fang Xingjian's successive attacks, which were closely linked and targeted at his weakness, Shakyamuni of Destruction felt a chill in his heart.
After Zuo Zhicheng retreated, Nightsea activated. Shakyamuni of Destruction turned into a shadow and blended into the cloud of mist formed by the surrounding Shadow Soldiers. This was to help Shakyamuni of Destruction hide his body and also to replenish his light energy.
Qing Yueqiu carefully controlled the Shadow Soldiers so that Zuo Zhicheng could blend in perfectly without being touched by them.
'I can't let him continue to have the initiative. With his current physical condition, he won't be able to take many of my punches. ' At the thought of this, Shakyamuni of Destruction let out a furious bellow and swung his arms, attacking his surroundings with an overwhelming force.
At this critical moment, he unleashed his strongest power.
Rumble rumble rumble!
The fist winds tore through the air, and the afterimages left behind by Shakyamuni of Destruction's hands filled Shakyamuni of Destruction's vision. The sound of air exploding like bombs rang out, tearing the surrounding clouds into pieces.
After tearing through the clouds, Shakyamuni of Destruction punched out toward a black shadow under the guidance of his psionic vision. His outburst of punches came one after another, like an army of thousands of men and horses. He did not give his opponent a chance to catch his breath.
It was also like a mudslide. No matter how one tried to block it, they would be crushed to death.
This was also the first time that Zuo Zhicheng had the upper hand in such a head-on manner. If Fang Xingjian had been in his best condition, he might have been able to put up a fight for a while. However, he was now seriously injured, and Shakyamuni of Destruction was invulnerable. It was impossible for Fang Xingjian to exchange punches with Shakyamuni of Destruction.
Fang Xingjian slipped and retreated several meters back. However, the moment he retreated, Shakyamuni of Destruction chased after him, not even giving Zuo Zhicheng a chance to turn around. Zuo Zhicheng continued to retreat, but he was unable to shake off Shakyamuni of Shakyamuni of Destruction's relentless pursuit.
It was obvious that Shakyamuni of Destruction was not going to give Zuo Zhicheng any chances. Shakyamuni of Destruction wanted to seize the opportunity to kill Zuo Zhicheng while he was seriously injured.
A suffocating aura once again came gushing toward Fang Xingjian. Zuo Zhicheng could only roll and retreat once again.
However, on the other side, Shakyamuni of Destruction was chasing after Fang Xingjian. His face was flushed red, and his body suddenly swelled up. His two fists, which were already huge to begin with, swelled up like two big iron hammers. Once again, the afterimages of his fists filled the sky.
In an instant, countless booming sounds rang out. The afterimages of his fists completely enveloped Zuo Zhicheng's body. Then, a blood-curdling scream rang out.
Zuo Zhicheng's body was sent flying seven to eight meters away. He struggled a few times before he got up bit by bit.
However, the person who had just screamed was not him.
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