When the roar exploded, many disciples kept retreating. They knew that a bloody battle was about to break out in this market, so they naturally did not want to suffer a disaster.
In less than ten breaths, the market that was already crowded was only Lu Jiang, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and Xiyue who was slung on the ground. When everyone retreated, Xiyue woke up. She stared at Lu Jiang with tears on her face and said, "Go away, go quickly, everything rises because of me, and ends with me."
But Lu Jiang ignored it and sat cross-legged on the ground without moving.
Seeing this scene, the disciples in the distance shook their heads. Although Lu Jiang could kill Zong Sheng, he had absolutely no possibility of facing Zong Zhan. Zong Zhan was of extraordinary qualifications and had been famous for a long time. He heard that his strength had entered the spiritual realm. It was one of the most likely winners in this disciple competition. Isn’t such a person defeated by a nine-generation disciple?
"If Zong Sheng was only injured before, then as long as a strong man came forward, perhaps this boy would have a glimmer of hope, but he had recklessly cut off this glimmer of hope."
"Although this person is cruel and ruthless, he is not well-entered. If he can tolerate it, he is afraid that he will not have a chance to stand out?"
"The Strength War Sect won, and its body was extremely strong. This person was actually a Strength Spirit. However, even if it was a Strength Spirit, his cultivation was only in the late stage of gathering spirits. The gap with the Strength War was too big, too big."
"Is it reckless? Or is it thoughtful? Who can enter the Tianyun Sect not have a certain amount of luck? If this son is dragging on the mud, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles."
Many disciples feel sorry for each other.
In the crowd, a gloomy boy in black robe was staring at Lu Jiang sitting cross-legged. The pair of eyes without pupils under the black robe looked particularly terrifying. He stared at Lu Jiang with his eyes and said softly: "What a strong power. It seems that you have your own opportunities in Siguofeng this year and a half, but the things on you will definitely not escape my coffin's hand."
"Why do I have an illusion? That madman may not be able to kill this boy?" A young man in black stared at Lu Jiang and said to himself, but after he said that, he shook his head helplessly. He knew the strength of the madman very well. There was almost no possibility for this boy to win.
"What a strong power spirit, Tianyun Sect is really a hidden dragon." Another young man in animal skin stared at Lu Jiang, with a strong sense of fighting in his eyes.
"Is this guy who made the Tianyun Gate collapse three times in a row? Unfortunately, he got involved in that madman. Even if you can make the Tianyun Gate collapse, it will be useless." A young man in white in the crowd stared at Lu Jiang and said softly.
In this battle, Lu Jiang's strength had left an indelible mark in everyone's hearts. He fought against Zong Sheng in the late stage of the Rongqi Realm with the power to fight against Zong Sheng in the late stage of the Rongqi Realm, which completely shocked them. But when he thought of the upcoming Zong Zhan, no one was optimistic about Lu Jiang.
"Who is it? Kill Zong Sheng!!" Just as everyone was waiting, a roar exploded. With this roar, many disciples shook their bodies with a considerable pressure. They turned around in fear and looked. When they saw the figure walking in the air, their expressions were shocked.
"The God Transformation Realm? Only the God Transformation Realm can walk without relying on any spiritual weapon."
"Zong Zhan has entered the realm of Transformation of Gods? It is impossible. The disciple competition is imminent. He will never enter the realm of Transformation of Gods within this time. Unless he does not want to enter the ruins of Burning Heaven, if so, then Zong Zhan's strength will be infinitely close to the realm of Transformation of Gods."
"What a pity, this son will definitely die."
There were bursts of exclamations one after another. Lu Jiang, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes. He looked at Zong Zhan standing in the air ahead. His pupils shrank sharply, and a hint of self-deprecation appeared on the corner of his mouth. If Lu Jiang was still 10% sure to fight Zong Zhan before, but now, this grasp is infinitely close to zero.
Before killing Zong Sheng, Lu Jiang thought about running, but what's the use of running? Is it possible to run? Perhaps, all this was destined when Lu Jiang took over Xiyue's five medium-grade spirit stones. Perhaps, Lu Jiang had a glimmer of hope before he had completely broken up with Zong Sheng, but with Lu Jiang's temperament, he would never bow his head easily.
When Zong Sheng said the threatening words, he was destined to die tragically. Lu Jiang acted decisively. When he got into evil with Zong Sheng, he knew that things could not be saved. He was only nine generations of disciples, and in Zong Sheng's eyes he was like an ant. Since he said that sentence in front of many disciples, he would definitely do it, and he would definitely not die. Of course, Lu Jiang committed himself at that time, which might have reduced Zong Sheng's murderous intent at the slightest, but this was even more difficult than killing Lu Jiang.
Since the hatred has been taken over, Lu Jiang has nothing to hesitate. Even if he does not kill Zong Sheng today, the result will be similar. Zong Sheng's status and identity have caused the consequences of Lu Jiang offending him. Zong Sheng will never allow a nine-generation disciple to provoke his majesty. He will do everything to kill Lu Jiang.
Therefore, Lu Jiang did not have any regrets. After all, since the result was destined, why didn’t he kill Zong Sheng now? If Zong Sheng does not die, he would have one more enemy and one less threat. Although Zong Sheng will have a greater chance of crisis.
Now that Zong Zhan has arrived, Lu Jiang's last glimmer of vitality is to delay time and wait for the arrival of the Brutal War King. Otherwise, he would really find it difficult to escape Zong Zhan's hand today. Thinking of this, Lu Jiang felt a hint of helplessness. How long can he delay? Zong Zhan's strength was beyond his imagination. When Zong Zhan was staring at him, Lu Jiang felt the pressure when he returned to the peak of thought.
Zong Zhan's appearance is 70 to 80% similar to Zong Sheng, but his body is taller and burly. He is wearing a dark golden armor and holding a bronze halberd in his hand. He stands in the air. His pressure is almost substantial, causing the storm of space. At this time, Zong Zhan stares at Zong Sheng's headless corpse with his eyes. His aura gradually expands, and a trace of blood and tears appear in his eyes.
Gradually, Zong Zhan's eyes slowly moved to Lu Jiang who was sitting cross-legged. Suddenly, he let out a roar like a beast and roared angrily: "Take your life!!" After saying that, he suddenly came to the air, holding a bronze halberd in both hands, and a halberd thunder beating Lu Jiang downwards.
The space collapsed, and thunderous sounds continued. A halberd fell like a force that contained the power of opening the sky, swinging fiercely towards Lu Jiang below.
At the moment when Zong Zhan roared, Lu Jiang suddenly stood up. He clenched his fists, squatted down slightly, and roared: "Zhanman!!" In an instant, a light red blood light burst out from Lu Jiang's body, and his muscles were squirming, as if blood was flashing, and his whole body seemed to be poured in blood.
At this moment, Lu Jiang's momentum surged. He clenched his fists, and the sound of bone crackling sounds came from his body. His left arm, which was originally broken by Zong Sheng, had recovered under the effects of the fourth-grade Body-Aggregation Pill. Now, after using Zhanman, he has completely recovered. Looking at the Battle Salute slashed down in the air, Lu Jiang frantically picked up the heavy sword inserted in front of him. His thick arms waved the heavy sword and bombarded the battle salute above.
A kill.
This time, the power of Yishi's explosion became more and more fierce. The sword light that bloomed with a heavy sword actually had a trace of blood red. One sword was slashed out, forming an extremely sharp sword light.
Seeing Lu Jiang fighting back hard, all the disciples were stunned and looked disbelief. A nine-generation disciple in the late stage of the spirit gathering had the courage to fight against the second-generation disciple in the late stage of the spirit realm?
Who gave him this courage? Or what capital does he have to fight against Zong?
"Boom!"
When many disciples were shocked, a loud thunder exploded deafeningly, and the collision between the war halberd and the heavy sword formed a powerful shock wave and spread fiercely.
"puff!"
Lu Jiang squirted blood wildly, and his sleeves instantly shattered, revealing his bloody hands. Not only that, he seemed to have been hit by a beast, his internal organs moved, and blood was splattered all over his body, and a huge pit had appeared under his feet. Around this, the bluestone that had been laid on the avenue had already been shattered, revealing black cracks.
With one move, a simple move, Lu Jiang knew that he had been defeated. The strength of Zong Zhan was not something he could resist. The power of this halberd was beyond Lu Jiang's physical tolerance. With one blow, Lu Jiang almost destroyed him.
The heavy sword fell, and Lu Jiang, who had turned into a bloody man, fell straight and thundered.
"Is it going to end?" Countless disciples felt regretful. Perhaps this was exactly the scene they wanted to see. If a ninth generation disciple really took the blow from the second generation disciple Zong Zhan, it would be a real bolt from the blue for them.
"No." Xiyue, who was slung on the ground, murmured, her eyes dissipated, with endless self-blame and pain in her eyes.
Lying on the ground, he stared at Zong Zhan, who looked like an invincible god of war above, and a trace of confusion appeared in Lu Jiang's eyes.
Can't I return to Earth? Can I never see my parents far away from Earth again?
No.
As long as you are not dead, there is still a glimmer of hope.
At this point, Lu Jiang is still looking forward to the fall of the Berserker King. This is his last hope and his only hope.
Lu Jiang's heavy injury did not extinguish the murderous intent and overwhelming anger in the heart of the Destroy Zong Zhan. Looking at Lu Jiang below, he jumped in the air again, and a halberd contained a huge force and blasted down again.
Looking at the battle halberd that was about to fall, the fire of hope in Lu Jiang's eyes gradually stopped. At this moment, Lu Jiang had already smelled the breath of death.
But at this crisis, the King of Berserk did not appear as Lu Jiang expected.
Looking at the war halberd getting closer and closer, a hint of self-deprecation suddenly appeared on the corner of Lu Jiang's mouth. The King of Berserks did not come, and Lu Jiang did not blame him. Perhaps, he had his difficulties and his ideas.
At this time, Lu Jiang realized that he was wrong, and he was outrageously wrong.
The mistake is not that I did not beg for mercy from Zong Sheng, nor that I was that I recklessly killed Zong Sheng, but that I was wrong in placing my destiny on others and that I was wrong in placing all hope on others.
Perhaps, the only one who can truly save himself is himself.
Perhaps, your own destiny is controlled by you.
That's the case.
So, from today on, my Lu Jiang’s fate is only in the hands of my Lu Jiang, and no one can interfere with my fate, including God.
"Who is it."
The strange singing echoed in Lu Jiang's mind again.
At this moment, a light suddenly burst into Lu Jiang's eyes, and a trace of evil mist emerged from Lu Jiang's eyes, from every pore in his body, and a domineering, bloodthirsty, and powerful aura burst out from his body.
"Bang!!" A tremor exploded, and the earth shook violently, and Zong Zhan looked at the hand that grabbed his halberd below in disbelief.
No, this can no longer be called a hand, it should be called a magic hand.
At this moment, except for the echoing buzzing sound in the space, all the disciples' eyes were rounded and they looked ahead in shock.
At the same time, on the top of Siguofeng Mountain, the hunchbacked old man carried his hands on his back and looked at the direction of the market. His eyes burst into light. His hunchbacked body actually trembled. After a long time, he said in disbelief: "This is the breath of a demon, how is it possible? How can there be such a pure aura of demon in the world? What kind of existence has he obtained?"
On another mountain, the King of Berserks stared at the direction of Fangshi, his eyes were complicated. He looked at Yuan Chong behind him and then looked to Si Guofeng. After a long time, he sighed helplessly. At the moment when Lu Jiang was full of demonic energy, he was shocked and stared in disbelief, as if he wanted to pass through the space and see Lu Jiang lying on the ground.
At this moment, not only the Berserker King, but also the powerful men of the entire Tianyun Sect were awakened.
Chapter completed!