Shakyamuni of Destruction was half-squatting on the ground. Blood kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth. Although he had the Invincible Vajra Dao Technique and was not afraid of swords, spears, and sticks, he was constantly being hit by the Serpent King's enormous power. His internal organs and muscles were constantly being attacked by the huge shock force, and he had already suffered internal injuries.
Looking at Zuo Zhicheng, who was walking slowly toward him, Shakyamuni of Destruction's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if it could drip water. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Zuo Zhicheng, your injuries have healed so quickly? But do you think you've won just like that?
You don't understand at all. You killed Zhuanlun and Dao Yu. You've caused a great disaster. The Saint will come and take your lives personally. You all have to die! "
Zuo Zhicheng grinned and said, "Whoever comes … I'll kill."
In the next moment, the man and the snake's bodies emitted a series of explosive sounds at the same time. They had already rushed toward Shakyamuni of Destruction at the same time. Under Zuo Zhicheng's command, the Serpent King's body, which was dozens of meters long, surrounded Shakyamuni of Destruction. From time to time, it would roll up and down and hit the other party.
With every hit, Shakyamuni of Destruction felt as if he had been hit by a dozen elephants. His whole body was sore and numb. His Qi and blood were surging, and his internal organs were in great pain as if someone was pulling them out with their hands.
His weight gave him great strength and explosive power, but it also made him lose his agility. On the other hand, Zuo Zhicheng kept hiding in the gaps of the Serpent King's body while it was attacking.
In Shakyamuni of Destruction's psionic vision, there was no classification of colors. Therefore, Zuo Zhicheng's Innate Qi and the Serpent King's Innate Qi were mixed together in his psionic vision. It was impossible to distinguish one from the other.
Zuo Zhicheng cooperated with the Serpent King's attack. Every time the Serpent King knocked the Dharma King of Destruction and made him stumble, Zuo Zhicheng stabbed the Dharma King of Destruction's eyelids, ears, back, and genitals with the Green Frost in his hand. After each attack, regardless of whether it was successful or not, Zuo Zhicheng immediately hid in the shadows of the Serpent King of Destruction. The Dharma King of Destruction roared again and again, but there was nothing he could do.
With a loud bang, the Hell Serpent King rammed into Shakyamuni of Destruction. Shakyamuni of Destruction let out a furious roar and tried to block the attack with both hands. However, his legs were still lifted off the ground and he was sent flying backward.
Seeing that he was in mid-air and had nothing to rely on, Zuo Zhicheng's figure appeared beside him like a ghost and moved forward at almost the same speed as him. The only difference was that he was sent flying while Zuo Zhicheng was running on his feet.
With a flash of cold light, Shakyamuni of Destruction knew that things were not going well. He forcibly twisted his waist and swung his fists in the direction of Zuo Zhicheng. However, how could he block it?
A series of metal sparks flashed on his body. Zuo Zhicheng's weak joints, such as his shoulder blades, elbows, wrists, crotch, and knee joints, had all been targeted by Zuo Zhicheng.
A sharp penetrating force penetrated his skin and hit his bones, muscles, and muscles. It should be noted that the joints were very fragile. They were also the thinnest part of the skin and muscles. Although he had the Tao Skill of Invincible Vajra, there were very few diamonds and iron covering his joints. If there were more, it would affect the operation of his joints.
This time, Zuo Zhicheng's attack directly pierced his weak joints, causing him to lose his balance in mid-air. When Shakyamuni of Destruction's body fell to the ground with a thud, a crisp sound came from his arm.
The heavier he was, the more pressure his bones would have to bear when he fell. This time, when he lost his balance and fell, he accidentally broke the bones in his arm.
However, as soon as Zuo Zhicheng left in a flash, the strong wind immediately whistled again. The tail of the Hell Serpent King had already swung fiercely from behind Shakyamuni of Destruction. The strong force pressed the air forward. Before the tail reached him, it was transmitted to Shakyamuni of Destruction through the air, making him feel as if the air had become sticky.
"Ah!"
With a wild roar, he did not have time to care about his broken right arm. He stretched out his left palm and pressed it on the body of the Hell Serpent King. Then, with the slap of the Hell Serpent King, he rolled out from the ground.
A black shadow flashed, and Zuo Zhicheng appeared again. However, this time, before he drew his sword, his expression changed and he quickly retreated.
Cracks appeared on Shakyamuni of Destruction's body, as if a rock had cracked. As his body spun at high speed, countless iron sheets and stones shot out in all directions like thousands of arrows.
Zuo Zhicheng's body heat changed rapidly. The Hell Serpent King immediately curled up its body and surrounded Shakyamuni of Destruction's body, shielding him in front.
Clanging sounds of collisions rang out continuously. Countless iron sheets and stones, like hidden weapons, smashed on the scales of the Hell Serpent King, leaving white marks.
It was as if more than ten bombs had exploded. If this move was used on a crowded battlefield, it was estimated that it could tear apart hundreds of people's bodies in just a few seconds, causing great damage.
After this move, Shakyamuni of Destruction instantly released his body. It was as if he had taken off his thick and heavy armor and dispersed the Taoist magic arts that he had cultivated for many years.
After completing this move, he exerted a little force in his feet and leaped up like a bird. He landed on the Hell Serpent King's body and then leaped again, fleeing into the distance at high speed.
Shakyamuni of Destruction, who had taken off his armor, had temporarily abolished his Invincible Vajra Taoist magic. However, this also meant that he had obtained an astonishing speed that he would never have been able to achieve under normal circumstances.
Zuo Zhicheng stood on the head of the Hell Serpent King and looked at Shakyamuni of Destruction, who was almost in a line. He sneered, "Stupid."
Almost at the same time as Zuo Zhicheng spoke, Shakyamuni of Destruction's body staggered and fell to the ground. A huge bloody hole suddenly appeared on his thigh.
As the sound of horse hooves rang out, Qing Yueyang, who was riding on the back of the horse, moved quickly while nocking an arrow on her bow again.
Shakyamuni of Destruction endured the pain and instantly jumped up, rolling toward the left. Bang, bang, bang, bang! The sounds were like gunshots, following closely behind Shakyamuni of Destruction. It was as if someone's gun was following closely behind him.
Qing Yueyang was holding an arrow. Her arm, which was nocking the arrow, was almost like a phantom. The arrow in her hand spilled out like flowing water.
In the end, Shakyamuni of Destruction could not keep rolling at such a high speed. He accidentally fell on a rock. His entire body paused, and two transparent bloody holes appeared on his hands and feet.
A huge black shadow had already darted over and enveloped Shakyamuni of Destruction's entire body.
His vision was already very blurry, but his eyes were still filled with madness and absolute disbelief. He could not believe that he had died at the hands of Zuo Zhicheng just like that. He was a veteran expert of the Underworld Sect and an influential figure in the Jianghu. Yet, he had died just like that.
He had died at the hands of Zuo Zhicheng, whom they had thought would be easy to kill.
Zuo Zhicheng stood on the head of the Hell Serpent King and looked at Qing Yueyang, who was riding on a horse, running over. He thought to himself, "What a terrifying archery skill. What a troublesome scene. Although his physical strength is not as strong as mine, if he uses such a sneak attack, even I will be in danger. "
At the same time, he waved his hand. The Hell Serpent King opened its mouth and swallowed Shakyamuni of Destruction on the ground.
"Ah!"
Shakyamuni of Destruction let out his last roar. His roar was filled with disbelief at the situation before him. As the Hell Serpent King swallowed him, his roar completely disappeared.
Until the last moment, he still could not believe that he had died just like that.
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