The Demon King swallowed black energy that was so rich that it was almost liquid, like oil.
The black energy swept across and covered the Demon King's body, forming an extremely thick layer of armor. Along with the thick armor, there were a pair of ferocious arm blades on both arms.
The ghost king, who had become ten feet tall, raised his arm blade high, which was condensed with crystal-like ghost energy to resist the phoenix falling from the sky.
"cracking!!!"
With a loud and clear cry from the Fire Phoenix, the Demon King and the Fire Phoenix collided!
"boom!!!"
Thunder breaks out from the ground!
The corner of Jiang Qi's clothes was blown by the strong aftermath, and he took a step back.
Even Jiang Qi was like this, let alone the other evil spirits who didn't deserve to watch the battlefield at all.
Just in the aftermath, countless evil ghosts flew away.
This collision lasted longer than Jiang Qi expected. Jiang Qi originally thought it would be a tug-of-war.
But soon, the aftermath calmed down.
Jiang Qi frowned, waved his hand and let out a gust of breeze, blowing away the smoke and dust on the battlefield not far away.
The scene after the collision made Jiang Qi's frown deepen.
The Demon King, who was originally more than ten feet tall, regained his height to about two feet tall. It was not that he had contracted his figure, but that he had been knocked back.
The black armor also turned into wisps of black paint and dissipated, and there was no longer that solid "solid" feeling.
The Ghost King was seriously injured.
Jiang Qi saw this information.
Even the best fighting form cannot be maintained, and it is not much worse than a serious injury.
But the problem is, Zhao Yun, who is the opponent of Ghost King.
The heroic and rebellious young general disappeared, replaced by Jiang Qi who looked as decrepit as when he first met him.
But the beard and hair are no longer that shiny white, but withered gray.
As a heroic soul, the external image can intuitively reflect the state of this heroic soul.
Now Zhao Yun is on the verge of disappearing.
After all, Zhao Yun's background is too shallow.
As a heroic soul, the foundation lies in incense, but the incense of a Zilong Temple is far behind the faith of the Second Master and the Prime Minister, which is almost spread throughout Kyushu.
The last time he resisted Jiang Qi's Five Thunder Talisman, he had already returned to the statue to cultivate.
That is of course not Zhao Yun's limit, it is now.
The current Zhao Yun first transcended time and summoned the Zhaoye Jade Lion who shared life and death, and then charged and killed countless evil ghosts, even killing the evil ghosts until they could not leave the exit.
Then he forcibly gathered his energy and energy and returned to his best condition. With the posture of a divine dragon descending from the Nagasaka slope in the past, he performed the stunning Birds Facing the Phoenix.
This series of consumption, for the heroic soul Zhao Yun, is definitely the result of overdrafting a lot of things.
Rather, it would be better to say that Zhao Yun's ability to achieve this step exceeded Jiang Qi's expectations.
Second Master's words were confirmed again.
Zilong's bravery is unique to a certain family.
But no matter what, in this collision, Ghost King was the better one.
"I won!"
The Ghost King proudly declared victory.
Standing to the end under the enemy's desperate blow, Ghost King is indeed qualified to be proud and enjoy victory.
Not far away, Zhao Yun, who was standing but had no energy to make even a single movement, had a smile on his lips.
With the helplessness of a hero in his twilight years, and with the self-mockery of overestimating one's abilities.
But more importantly, he is still unruly and unyielding.
"My friend, I'm sorry."
Zhao Yun's voice was as loud as a mosquito's, and he murmured: "In the end, it's up to you to clean up the mess."
"Old general, please rest for a while."
Jiang Qi took two steps forward, and the thunder on the short knife in his hand became gloomy. It was the thunder that was compressing and condensing.
"Watch this junior behead it."
"good"
Zhao Yun barely moved the corners of his eyes. This was the largest movement he could make.
In fact, falling down now is the best choice. If you can retain your last strength, even half-kneeling is better than standing.
But Zhao Yun would rather stand.
Will definitely stand.
"Wagon war?"
The Ghost King looked at Jiang Qi, looked up to the sky and said with a smile: "Why am I afraid? Come!"
The Ghost King was not in the best condition at this moment. It could even be said that he was in very bad condition. Zhao Yun's Bainiaochaofeng, who sacrificed his life, could not be easily blocked.
Ghost King is also trying his best.
The difference is that it won and Zhao Yun lost.
After the great victory, he walked around the edge of life and death. Now the Ghost King has a dazzling heart of a strong man.
State of mind is the hard criterion for determining combat effectiveness.
The Ghost King, who was carrying the momentum of victory, was already on the verge of a breakthrough. It no longer mattered whether his state was good or bad.
It can even be said that it is expecting Jiang Qi to threaten it.
If there is another dangerous situation between life and death, Ghost King is confident that he can definitely break through and stand up again!
After all, he is the king of the eight-thousand-mile ghost world. When the critical moment comes, he still has courage.
"Sa!"
The Ghost King responded with an undetectable hum.
In an instant, Jiang Qi arrived in front of the Ghost King without knowing when. The dagger in his hand, which was originally extended by thunder for horse fighting, had returned to its original length.
But the thunder above did not decrease but increased, becoming more solid and more violent!
Caught off guard, all the Ghost King could do was to cross the remaining arm blades on his arms to block the sword!
"Zi la."
Accompanied by a sour sizzling sound, the nearly liquid thunder collided with the crystallized black energy, and inexplicable material fragments burst out.
"champion!"
Jiang Qi didn't wait for the power of the sword to be exhausted, then he twisted his waist and changed his moves, and the thunderous sword light suddenly appeared!
"Ah!"
The Ghost King calmly sneered. The guy in front of him hid this sword champion until the end, which really surprised him.
But as a ghost king who fought from the bottom, the ghost ghost king didn't think he could be seen, and even cut off his own clone and hurt him again.
The Ghost King could tell that this set of sword skills was amazing, but the guy in front of him relied entirely on talent to use it, rather than relying on skills that had been honed over time.
So, even the nearly perfect swordsmanship has flaws!
Including this knife champion!
The Ghost King sneered and swung his arm blade to Jiang Qi's weak point in advance!
There's no way he could notice!
Ghost King thought happily.
But the next moment, the boy who shouted champion turned the short knife in his hand upside down, and slashed it on the neck like an antelope hanging its horns at an extremely tricky angle!
This knife is not a championship!
"Pfft!"
The knife penetrated the flesh, but it was not the Ghost King's neck, but its arm.
At the end, the Ghost King still reacted and blocked this assassin-like knife at the cost of sacrificing half of his arm.
This knife is so powerful!
Ghost King's face darkened.
He actually relied on his extraordinary and weird talent to change his moves midway! He even thought that he would make arrangements in advance!
But that was a counterattack against the "champion", not against "Yanzhi"!
Jiang Qi succeeded with one blow and did not pursue him because there was no good opportunity. He looked at the Ghost King mockingly.
"Do you believe me when I say it?"
"Then, come again."
"Fifth form, champion!"
(End of chapter)
