Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 215 The Final Battle

  Innate masters, step-shifting mages, and black iron powerhouses can all use their own spiritual power to attract the power of heaven and earth and turn it into various magical means.

   Control fire, control water, hold thunder and lightning.

  If you make preparations in advance, calling the wind and calling the rain is easy.

  But manipulating the power of heaven and earth is not an easy task, even for black iron masters, it is necessary to concentrate and cast spells.

  The mages in Fei Mu's world are already the best at manipulating the source power of heaven and earth. In most cases, they also need to use staffs and source talismans.

   Only the silver strong.

  Only by following the law of thought and movement, regardless of external objects.

  Zhou Jia is not a silver, but he can faintly reveal the characteristics of mind and movement, which is unbelievable in the eyes of others.

  The two in the field are different.

  Ji Xian is the son of the Ji family, and Zhang Bingzhong was once the head of the imperial guards. The two of them have extensive knowledge, and they can tell the clues at a glance.

this circumstance occurs.

  It shows that Zhou Jia has an extremely outstanding top-notch inheritance, a method that surpasses the three skills and six methods of Xiaolang Island.

and.

  He has mastered it all!

   Not so, can’t do this.

   "Boom!"

  The thunder in the sky is rushing and roaring, and the torrential rain is like a waterfall, pouring down from the sky.

Thunder and lightning.

   Light and dark on and off.

   In the blink of an eye, the three figures collided together.

   The flames are raging!

  The scarlet red sword in Ji Xian's palm drew phantom shadows in the air, red marks spread all over the sky, like a boundless beacon burning, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

  Each flame represents a blooming sword light.

   Within tens of meters, almost all of them are wrapped by it.

  Tiangang Crosshands!

  Zhang Bingzhong's appearance is like a giant. Thousand-handed Tathagata does not show benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, only vajra glaring.

  Tiangang Crossed Hands is a secret method passed down by the imperial court. It combines the unique knowledge of Tiangang's thirty-six hands and the holy cross sword into one, and its power is terrifying.

  Thousands of hands are intertwined, and there are many shadows of fists.

  In an instant.

  The surrounding air rippled like the surface of water, and there was an undercurrent surging, and the terrifying energy crazily consumed everything inside.

  Five Lightning Axes!

  Compared to the other two, Zhou Jia occupies the smallest space, but his figure is the most eye-catching, dazzling like a ball of thunder.

   In the center of the sword light and palm shadow, a thunderbolt stands firmly.

  Accompanied by the sudden appearance of thunder, countless arcs of thunder and lightning expanded disorderly, like a cobweb intertwined, sweeping up, down, left, and all directions.

   "Boom!"

   "Boom..."

  The three of them staggered, collided, and moved at high speed, roaring and rushing with energy, and in the blink of an eye, they had rushed out and crashed into a mountain top.

   In front of the three of them, the hard rocks are like soft tofu. When they are touched lightly, they turn into powder and fly all over the sky.

  The sky is dark and thick.

Gradually.

  It was as if night fell, and the surroundings could not be seen. Only when the thunder was blooming in the sky, one could faintly see the figure below.

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   "Boom!"

  Thunder roared.

  Zhao Nanxu stood on the top floor of the restaurant, with his hands behind his back and a sad face. The fierceness on his face was gone.

   There is only a little worry, showing beautiful eyes.

   "crack...crack..."

  The lightning flashed across the void, reflecting a convoy on the long street below.

thunder!

  The flag of the convoy was fluttering in the wind, and the huge word “雷” was particularly eye-catching.

  Lei's family.

  Zhao Nanxu was thoughtful, looking at the situation of the team, the person sitting in the carriage should be Lei Mei, who is about to take over as the leader of the Tianhu Gang.

   "Princess be careful."

  The old woman behind her trembled slightly in her ears, and took a step forward:

   "There is movement around."

   "Really?" Zhao Nanxu's face remained unchanged, and his gaze was directed towards the darkness.

next moment.

   Dark shadows pounced on the convoy silently from the dark place. The weapons in their hands had obviously been specially treated so that they would not reflect light.

  They flew over cautiously, covered by night and rain, and no one noticed something was wrong until a black shadow approached.

   "Enemy attack!"

"Be careful!"

   The roar was loud, accompanied by the sound of sharp blades slicing across the skin.

  The thunder flashed on and off, and one after another people fell to the ground, their heads rolled off their necks, and the blood mixed with the rain.

   "Poof!"

   "Stop 'em!"

"who are you?"

  The curtain of the carriage in the middle was lifted, and a pair of cold and stern eyes seemed to pierce the darkness, which moved Zhao Nanxu who was watching.

   "Thunder Eyebrow?"

   "Not bad." The old woman's voice was surprised:

   "In a small stone city, there are many favored sons of heaven. That's all that Zhou Jia has the blood of a foreigner, and this girl is not bad."

  Zhao Nanxu nodded slowly, thoughtfully.

   "Thunder Eyebrow!"

  A roar sounded from below:

   "You really thought that what you did was flawless. You killed my brother Su Chan that day. You know, everyone saw it."

   "It's you, Su Nong." Lei Mei snorted:

   "Nonsense, when will I kill Su Chan!"

   "You dare to intercept and kill the successor leader of the Tianhu Gang in the street. Could it be that your Su family is going to fight with the Tianhu Gang? You really don't understand the overall situation."

   "Fuck you!" Su Nong yelled, waving a pair of maces weighing hundreds of catties and pounced:

   "Bitch, die!"

   "It's up to you?" Lei Mei sneered, his slender body came out of the carriage, like a shooting star chasing the moon, he clenched his fists and waved:

   "Also deserved!"

  Bare fist collided with a heavy mace, and a muffled sound shook all directions.

   Lei Mei's body fluttered and landed slowly, but Su Nong, who had been preparing for a long time and shot in a rage, groaned, spitting blood and backing away.

"impossible!"

  His eyes were red, staring at Lei Mei:

   "Black Iron!"

"This is impossible!"

   "Nothing is impossible." Lei Mei snorted, approaching the opponent with light and sensitive steps on his feet, and his fists fell like heavy mountains:

   "Die!"

   "Peng!"

  The figure flies upside down.

   "Heitie!" Zhao Nanxu raised his head and looked away.

  Since Lei Mei revealed her black iron cultivation, the suspense of the battle below has disappeared. After thinking about it, she told the old woman:

   "Send an invitation tomorrow, let her come over, at such an age, Heitie has some potential."

"Yes."

  The old woman should be.

  Zhao Nanxu continued to ask:

   "Have you ever found out where Zhang Bingzhong and Ji Xian were dueling?"

   "No." The old woman shook her head:

   "Zhang Bingzhong definitely doesn't want to be targeted by others. Ji Xian just needs to be sure that it's not a trap. There is a high probability that he will choose a place where there is no one."

   "Plus this weather..."

  She looked outside and said:

   "It is estimated that we will not know until the results are available."

   "Result." Zhao Nanxu's beautiful eyes flashed:

   "In your opinion, which of the two of them is stronger and who is weaker? Compared with you?"

   "The old slave has never met Ji Xian, and he doesn't know much about Zhang Bingzhong's strength." The old woman bowed her head and said:

"The two of them are only one step away from the peak of the black iron. It is really difficult to distinguish who is strong and who is weak. What's more, when a master competes, sometimes it depends on the right time, place and people. As long as the gap is not too big, the weak may not be invincible. The strong It may not be impossible to lose.”

   "As for the old slave."

  She shook her head gently:

  "If I can't win within a hundred moves, I will definitely lose."

   There is one thing she didn't say, that is, in her opinion, maybe Ji Xian will lose, but even if Zhang Bingzhong wins, he is afraid that he will die.

  The Ji family's methods are mysterious.

"Oh!"

  Zhao Nanxu raised his beautiful eyes slightly.

   "Princess, please relax." The old woman spoke again:

   "The so-called wealth and honor, life and death are in the sky, maybe what happened back then should end today, no matter whether it is life or death, they are probably willing."

   "I'm just pity."

  Zhao Nanxu sighed softly:

   "They are all the proud sons of heaven."

  Whether it is Zhang Bingzhong or Ji Xian, they are all outstanding existences. Looking at the big stone city, there is no one who can resist it.

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   "Boom!"

  The three collided again, finally showing their superiority.

  Ji Xian turned pale, staggered, and took a few steps backwards, his chest and abdomen rose and fell rapidly, and the sound of heavy breathing was clearly audible.

   Zhou Jia's arms trembled, and his legs were slightly weak.

  Only Zhang Bingzhong was not unusual.

   Talk about the background.

   It is the leader of the Huntian Bandit who has lived for decades, who is the most profound.

  But he also didn't dare to be careless.

  Zi Tuo!

   Heart Ape!

   Gently kneading the Yin Jue with both hands, Zhang Bingzhong opened his eyes, and the courage outside his body did not shrink back much. It became more than ten feet tall, but he was more concentrated.

  Blessed by the secret method, the Thousand-Handed Buddha seemed to come alive, his eyes gleamed with glazed luster, and he waved his thousand hands, heading straight for Ji Xian.

  Tiangang Crosshands!

   This combination of boxing, seal, and secret boxing is already powerful, but ordinary people only have two fists, and their power has its limit.

  The thousand-handed Buddha spirit, combined with it, complements each other.

  In an instant,

   is dozens of violent attacks.

  The Yellow Sand Thousand Miles Sword!

  Ji Xian's eyes were fixed, and the scarlet sword in his palm cut out streams of fierce sword energy in the air, and the fist marks in the air disappeared immediately after the sword energy passed by.

   Compared with the other two, he has more hole cards.

  Just the sword in hand is unmatched by others.

   "Crackling..."

   Zhou Jia's body was wrapped in lightning, and the ground under his feet shattered violently. He suddenly appeared in front of Ji Xian, and the ax light fell at an alarming speed.

  The double-edged ax weighing hundreds of catties was like a straw in his hands, and he swung it swiftly and slashed horizontally.

   Gently shaking his wrist, he wrapped both of them inside.

  The blade of the ax pierces through the air, and the power of thunder is restrained.

   "Peng!"

   "Boom!"

   The violent and terrifying power of thunder will explode at the moment of collision, tearing apart everything that strikes.

  The three of them seemed to be fighting each other in chaos, but Ji Xian was obviously under the most pressure.

  The other two formed a joint team.

Gradually.

  His condition is precarious.

   "The stars are moving!"

  Zhang Bingzhong's face was solemn, he stamped with both hands, and led Zhou Jia's thunderous force towards Ji Xian, who followed closely behind.

   "Boom!"

  Energetic surge.

   Ji Xian vomited blood and backed away.

  Zhang Bingzhong's eyes moved slightly, and he was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, when he saw dozens of axes slashing down.

  The light of the ax seems to be disordered, but in fact, it hides the magic of the transformation of the five elements, and the thunder is surging. At first, it was only about ten feet away, and it covered all directions in the blink of an eye.

"Humph!"

   "Boom!"

  Boldness and ax light collided, and the two retreated violently at the same time.

   "Zhi!"

  Suddenly, a long howl of thousands of ghosts crying together appeared in the ears of the two of them, and everything between the heaven and the earth in their perception suddenly turned blood red.

  A murderous intent penetrated into the bone marrow, making their hearts beat wildly.

  I don't know when.

   Ji Xian had a blood-red long sword in his left hand. With just a slight swing of the long sword, the trees within a hundred meters in front all retreated.

   "Crack!"

   Even Zhang Bingzhong's external courage unexpectedly showed a crack.

  Zhou Jia's face was solemn, his body shrank suddenly, and he slammed forward with the shield in his left hand.

   "Poof!"

  The crazily surging energy outside was easily torn apart by the sword energy.

   "呵..."

  On the shield, there was a sharp crack.

   "Peng!"

   Zhou Jia's figure trembled slightly.

   No injuries!

   His eye sockets twitched, and he was relieved.

   Keel!

  The keel provided by Zhao painstakingly made his left hand twice as strong as his right hand, and his defensive power was greatly increased because of this.

This scene.

   Not only was it beyond his expectation, it also made the other two people shrink their eyes.

   "Join together!"

  Zhang Bingzhong shouted:

   "Take care of him first!"

   "Pharmacist!"

   His courage was broken, and he should have been hit hard.

  But with the pharmacist's secret spell, the injuries on his body were instantly suppressed, and even the skin and flesh showed a crystal clear jade-like luster.

  In a short period of time, the strength has not decreased but increased.

   Roaring in his mouth, he rushed to Zhou Jia.

   Ji Xian's eyes flickered, and then he snorted softly, and the blood sword with only half of it in his palm stabbed fiercely.

   "Boom!"

  The violent roar shook the torrential rain into a huge water ball in the air, the soil inside flew up, and the rocks and trees shattered violently.

  Zhou Jia stepped on the ground with both feet, and plowed two deep ravines on the rocky ground. White smoke was billowing all over his body, and he was panting desperately.

opposite.

  The two of them narrowed their eyes.

"Ha ha…"

  Zhou Jia raised his head, his expression gradually became ferocious:

   "It appears,"

   "It's still me, stronger!"

"what!"

  Amidst the roar, the double-edged ax in his palm exploded with lightning, and the dazzling thunder almost completely illuminated the surrounding area.

Violence!

  Dragon Tiger!

  Five Lightning Axes!

  Obviously, his cultivation base has only broken through the four levels, but with all kinds of blessings, his explosive background is comparable to breaking through the eighth level of the Shenhuang Jue.

   And the five thunder ax method of the perfect state surpassed others.

  Maybe Zhang Bingzhong and Ji Xian's methods are not inferior to the Five Thunder Axes, and their cultivation is not weak, but their understanding of martial arts is obviously not as good as that of Zhou Jia.

and.

  As time went by, Zhou Jia became more and more proficient at mastering the five thunder ax techniques, advancing towards the Dzogchen realm by leaps and bounds.

"die!"

   "Boom..."

   Thunder rolls five times.

  In an instant, billowing thunder light floated on the scene, Dou Dalei thunder roared and slashed out, unscrupulously blooming power, and the hurricane light of the ax swept all directions.

   In the arena, there is nothing to be seen except the sky filled with thunder and ax light.

  Zhang Bingzhong and Ji Xian glanced at each other, they were obviously mortal enemies, but at this moment, there was a tacit understanding of joining hands to fight against the enemy.

   If they don’t cooperate, they will surely die!

   "Thousand hands die!"

   "Death to death!"

  The two stepped forward at the same time, facing Thunder.

   "Boom!"

   "Boom..."

  Among the thunderstorms all over the sky, a giant Buddha with thousand hands appeared from time to time, holding up or slashing the red blood sword that pierced everything, sweeping away a side of thunder.

   But the next moment.

  The thunder rolled, drowning everything again.

  The three of them were located tens of feet away, all of them were covered by thunder, and the light of thunder was like water, rushing endlessly.

   "Boom!"

  The blood light shattered.

   "Boom!"

   The spirit collapsed.

   "Boom..."

  A zigzag thunderbolt protruded from the dark clouds in the sky, like a **** waving a magic weapon in his palm, and slashed down the punishment of heaven.

   "Boom!"

  One side of the ground was wiped off the ground.

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I do not know how long it has been.

  Zhao painstakingly awakened.

   "Zhou Jia."

  Looking at the pale-faced and weak-breathing figure beside him, Zhao Ku was excited:

"How is the result?"

"Who…"

"Who's winning?"

  He felt apprehensive, decades of waiting seemed to be just for this moment.

   "..."

   Zhou Jia opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a gust of blood rushed up his throat, his body trembled, and he spit out a stream of blood first.

"How are you?"

  Until then, Zhao painstakingly realized that something was wrong with Zhou Jia.

   "Can't die."

  Zhou Jia waved his hand and said slowly:

   "Both of them died."

   "They're all dead!" Zhao Kuxin's eyes lit up and his whole body trembled:

   "Both lose!"

   "...almost." Zhou Jia nodded slowly.

   "Okay, okay!" Zhao Bitxin's voice trembled, applauding again and again, but he hesitated at the next moment:

   "You won't lie to me, will you?"

   "See I'm dying, tell the good news..."

   "Clang!"

  Zhou Jia waved his hand, and a scarlet sword fell to the ground.

  Zhao bitterly narrowed his eyes and almost stopped breathing. He naturally recognized this sword as Ji Xian's close-fitting saber. One can imagine the fate of this sword here for Ji Xian.

  Ji Xian is dead, and there is no need for the other person to lie to himself.

"it is good!"

"OK!"

  Zhao bitterly screamed hoarsely, his body trembled crazily, and the ointment on his body also rustled down.

   After a while.

  The sound stops.

  Zhou Jia stared at him, motionless.

   "What are you looking at me for?" Zhao bitterly puzzled.

   "Why aren't you dead?"

   "I... don't I still have some time?"

   "But I read in the book that those people have been planning for many years, and they all got revenge, emotionally agitated, and died on the spot."

   "..."

  Zhao bitterly looked speechless:

   "Are you wishing me to die?"

   "That's not true." Zhou Jia shook his head:

   "Senior also promised to write down the secret law of the royal family. Naturally, the sooner you die, the better. I'm just worried about your situation."

   "I'm sorry." Zhao sighed painstakingly:

   "I'll tell you the method right now."

   "Not in a hurry." Knowing that the opponent would not die for a while, Zhou Jia was not in a hurry, but stretched out his hand, forcing out **** red lines:

   "Senior, do you know what this is?"

   "This...lock vein blood line!" Zhao painstakingly took a look, and then his face changed:

   "Did you kill Ji Xian?"

   "Sure enough." Zhou Jia withdrew his arm and frowned:

   "This thing appeared on my body when the surname Ji died. Although I can barely suppress it, it seems that I can't get rid of it."

   "If you can suppress it, it is already very remarkable." Zhao Bitxin's eyes flickered, and said:

   "This thing is the curse of the Ji family. As long as you kill the blood of the Ji family, you will have it on your body, and it will be tracked by the people of the Ji family."

   "But you can suppress it, it doesn't matter for the time being."

   Zhou Jia's heart sank.

  (end of this chapter)