martial arts accelerator

Chapter 201
On the tortoise shell, the golden color is darker and tougher, because of the infusion of blood, sharper thorns pierced through the armor.

Zhao Zhizhong said in a deep voice: "Sucking blood and absorbing souls, what kind of evil magic are you doing?"

Zhang Yong expanded his hands, and Jinlong's body was stretched open.

"Whatever good or evil magic is, the one that can defeat you is good magic."

Zhao Zhizhong was furious: "Take the blood of my soldiers from the Wu Kingdom to practice magic skills, and you will not be allowed to stay today!"

Pointing to the right, golden light poured into the dragon's body, and the golden dragon let out a long cry, and the dragon's claws under its belly became more ferocious, and grabbed the bound tortoise shell.

Now that he was defending with all his strength, Zhang Yong simply stopped thinking about attacking. The giant beast's head and claws retracted, and even the thorns were retracted, firmly sealing the entrance of the whole body, just like this.

At first, Zhang Yong couldn't take it anymore, he was dizzy when he was hit by the tortoise shell, but with the continuous infusion of blood, he didn't know whether his golden body had improved or gradually adapted to the opponent's offensive, and he even had enough strength to open the attack. made a joke.

"Hey, do you know where my skills come from?"

"Don't you think it looks familiar? I learned it from Faru Temple in your Wu Kingdom."

"If you think it's a sorcery, you really have to go back and investigate."

Having no time to pay attention to Zhang Yong's crazy words, Zhao Zhizhong held his breath and concentrated on doing his best.

The water flow was moving at an extremely fast speed, dragon claws and dragon fangs were attacking one after another. In the clouds, the roaring waves were rolling and roaring. Zhao Zhizhong tried his best, but there was nothing he could do with the turtle shell.

"You work harder, and when your army dies to the tune of ten thousand or eight thousand, I should be able to achieve the ultimate feat of devouring the heavens and the earth."

"When the time comes, don't say it's you, Zhao Zhizhong, I'll go straight to Wu'an City and take your emperor's old son as a hostage."

Zhao Zhizhong finally couldn't hold it back and shouted angrily: "How reckless!"

Seeing the other party speaking, Zhang Yong was even more arrogant: "I will give you a clear path. Hurry up and withdraw your troops. If you can block the absorption of blood energy, maybe I will go crazy and defeat myself without attacking?"

Zhao Zhizhong didn't speak any more, the golden light all over his body became even brighter, and he attacked the tortoise shell fiercely again.

"Let me tell you, Xiao Tianruo knows, right? It's the reincarnation of Ying Tianqing. Ever since he left the main altar of Tianzheng Sect, he has gone straight to the northwest. Maybe he is making waves in Wu'an City right now."

"There's also Song Sicheng, they're together. I'll go."

Taking advantage of Zhang Yong's bright eyebrows and non-stop chatter, Zhao Zhizhong shook his right hand, and the golden dragon immediately turned into a sword that traversed the sky and earth, and slashed straight towards the turtle's shell.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong reacted in time, sprouted fiery red suzaku wings, and dodged the sharp blow.

Zhao Zhizhong held his sword in the air and looked down.

Outside Liangzhou City, fighting was already raging, with corpses strewn across the fields, and more blood-red energy gathered on Zhang Yong's body.

Although this inexplicable martial art has only made the opponent more resistant so far, it is uncertain whether it will change again.

My own dragon-shaped zhenqi can't do anything with the turtle shell, and my sword Qi is only a combination, not flexible enough.

Zhao Zhizhong thought about it and no longer hesitated.

"Old Xu, please help me!"

The sound rolled out, resounding through the four fields.

Zhang Yong flapped his wings, carefully kept a distance, and continued to absorb the killing karma on the battlefield.

"I don't think you can do anything with ease? Why do you want this old man to take action?"

The old voice came back from below, a touch of black, carrying an old man up to the clouds, and only after seeing Zhang Yong did he reveal his expression.

Although the visitor was old and his aura was restrained, Zhang Yong did not dare to neglect at all, his eyes scanned back and forth between the two, concentrating on guarding against the opponent's attack.

Zhao Zhizhong made a decisive decision: "Mr. Xu, your opponent is weird, don't delay any longer."

"The old man knows."

Xu Fuzhi held the brush in his right hand, and the ink color blurred in the air.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and a faint majesty flows out from the tip of the pen.

Zhang Yong felt a little uneasy, and rushed to attack, Zhao Zhizhong blocked him with a golden sword, blocking him in the middle.

With just such a resistance, the other party sketched freely, and a strong and powerful word "sleepy" soon emerged.

The ink hung high, drifting toward Zhang Yong slowly.

Zhang Yong knew something was wrong, he flapped his wings and dodged to avoid it.

However, at the moment when he turned around, the word "trapped" exploded, and a blanket of black and white was intertwined, trapping Zhang Yong in it.

Xu Fuzhi kept writing.

"Lock", "Siege", "Trap", "Forbidden", "Block". One after another, the fonts are flying every now and then.

Just as Zhang Yong tried his best to break through the shady scene, he saw fonts posted one after another.

The word "lock" was blended in, and several black chains resembling heaven's commandment locks protruded from the ink, binding Zhang Yong firmly.

The word "微" was broken, and the scattered juice instantly mended the hole.

Before the breach was completely sealed, the old man's writing was flourishing, and new fonts were constantly taking shape.

"Damn it, what kind of weird stuff is this?"

Zhang Yong was trapped in this boundless darkness, and the ink became extremely viscous, and the circulation of Qi around his body was somewhat blocked, and the ink even condensed, turning into a tough prison.

The only good thing is that the killing karma has not been blocked, and the proficiency of the killing karma golden body is almost complete and is still improving.

"Damn it, I'll just stay here and see what trouble you can make."

Zhang Yong retracted his wings, opened the tortoise shell, and concentrated on sensing the movement outside.

Outside the black ball, Xu Fuzhi had stopped writing.

Zhao Zhizhong looked at the huge black ball, frowned and said, "No, the blood energy is still being transported."

Xu Fuzhi shook his head and sighed: "All the bans that can be used have been used, and the old man can't do anything."

"The battle below is also a little anxious, and we still have to make a quick decision."

Zhao Zhizhong raised his hand and held it falsely, and the golden long sword reappeared.

"The opponent's defense is astonishing, and your half-baked sword energy may not be effective."

While talking, Xu Fuzhi started writing again.

The word "Feng" took shape and floated towards the golden long sword. Zhao Zhizhong smiled and said, "I am asking Mr. Xu to help."

Xu Fuzhi didn't answer, he concentrated on his writing and wrote with all his strength.

Several fonts such as "Broken", "Ling", and "Rui" were integrated into the golden sword. The sword's edge was hesitant, and a dull and depressing atmosphere began to brew.

"To ensure nothing goes wrong, I will give you another map of the peaks of the world."

As the nib of the pen wanders, the world seems to feel something, and the mountains, rivers and earth are stained with a layer of ink.

A majestic peak rose from the ground, throwing itself into the long sword with an eternally desolate artistic conception.

Since then, the golden light faded, and the peak stood steeply. Zhao Zhizhong seemed to hold the mighty power of nature in his hands, able to decide the birth and death of all things.

"receive!"

Xu Fuzhi raised his hand and retracted around Zhang Yong's ink, leaving only a few black chains to continue to lock the turtle shell.

Zhang Yong saw the ink recede and the clouds reappeared, he raised his head curiously, and saw a peak of sword energy above his head, gathering wind and clouds, cutting off life.

"My mother, do you want to be so ruthless?"

Before he finished speaking, Changfeng fell on his head.

(End of this chapter)