One hundred and eighty first chapter father and son in battle
Chapter 181: Father and son fight against each other
The power of thunder continued to rotate in his body, making Zhao Tianji faster than the wind. Punch after punch landed heavily on this person, which was bound to beat him into minced meat. But after all, this person
He is a strong man in the sect realm, and his actions can change in an instant.
With his strong internal strength, his steps were also very flexible. Although he could not match Zhao Tianji's speed, he was able to narrowly avoid Zhao Tianji's attack with his powerful spiritual sense.
Just as Zhao Tianji's punch missed again, the corners of Ning Qing's mouth turned up slightly, with a proud look in her eyes.
"The feather fan falls into the blue sky"
Suddenly, a sharp feather fan appeared out of thin air from Ning Qing's hand. On it, among the pink red feathers, there were sharp white bones. I don't know what kind of powerful magical beast or strong man with deathly energy left it.
The white bones looked like the palm of a person's hand, looking very terrifying, and the faint aura released from the bones made Zhao Tianji feel a heavy sense of oppression.
This bone feather fan in his young hands exudes a powerful feminine force. It seems like the slender fingers of a young girl, gently caressing Zhao Tianji's cheek, as if to soothe the excited mood, with a feeling of admiration.
Meaning, gentle and gentle.
But the sword hidden in the wind, the powerful white bones, come with the wind. They protrude from the wind, like the claws of the god of death, grabbing the guilty person.
Zhao Tianji transformed into a body of steel, and any attack seemed to be ineffective. The sharp white bones sizzled on his body, leaving white marks one after another. At the same time, Zhao Tianji transformed into a dragon with five fingers, hiding in the wind.
The bone blade was forcibly pulled out from the wind.
But it is difficult to destroy its hard defense, holding it in your hand.
Each huge piece of white bone was pulled out, making Ning Qing's face paler.
Because the white bones in the feather fan were sacrificed with his own blood. Zhao Tianji's doing this was tantamount to forcibly pulling out the blood in his heart, causing him to lose his life. While his heart was filled with shock, his eyes flashed.
There was a hint of cruelty.
"burst!"
Even a strong person in the human sect realm cannot be bullied casually. Ning Qing resisted to no avail. His weapons were all taken away, not to mention that this person was very weird. He clearly had the aura of an acquired strong person.
It's really weird that he can use his body to forcibly compete with the powerful people in the human sect without even showing it.
In order not to dishonor the dignity of a strong man in the sect, Ning Qing would rather sacrifice himself and blow himself up, causing Zhao Tianji to be injured and seriously injured. Rather than being beaten up indiscriminately before he could even celebrate when he became a strong man in the sect, Ning Qing would rather die.
From then on, he could not hold his head high in Yecheng, and even lost face in front of Fairy Liuhua.
A violent explosion resounded instantly in the sky, shocking the earth. It was a desperate attack by a strong man who definitely surpassed the Xiantian realm. A trace of pride flashed across the corner of Ning Qing's mouth, which was dripping with blood. A blood ring flashed in his hand, and a bottle of healing medicine appeared.
, quickly appeared in his hand, ready to swallow it.
"No, keeping it is a waste!"
At this time, a hand passed over the person's medicine bottle and pinched his neck tightly, preventing the medicine from continuing to be mixed into it.
"You!...how...you did that!"
Everything happened so fast. Even if someone grabbed his neck forcibly, Ning Qing still doesn't know how this person appeared in front of him unknowingly. Even the powerful god of Zong Realm, whom he was proud of,
Even the power of consciousness cannot perceive it.
A murderous aura from hell was released from Zhao Tianji's body. The shadow gun in Zhao Tianji's hand was tightly held, and the powerful murderous aura continued to invade Zhao Tianji's body.
Ning Qing's eyes accidentally looked into Zhao Tianji's.
The blood-red eyes seemed to contain a real Shura world. There were bones everywhere, and rivers of dripping blood were flowing. There, every life seemed to be extremely lowly and could be destroyed at any time.
There is a possibility of death. There, only those who win have the possibility of continuing to live.
The murderous intent was deliberately released by Zhao Tianji himself, in order to frighten this person. But later, the murderous intent in the Demonic Shadow Gun was beyond his control and all invaded his body.
Zhao Tianji felt as if another powerful will was awakening in the Demonic Shadow Gun, and the power of divine consciousness emanating from it could easily destroy him.
Ling Xiao Jue reversed again, and huge thunder and lightning power quickly surrounded Zhao Tianji's body, eliminating the negative impact of the murderous intent. At the same time, when the powerful power of Zi Xiao Divine Thunder was displayed, it actually gave this will a hint of fear.
, as if disappearing again, quickly falling into a deep sleep. Unwilling to be exposed.
The eyes were clear and transparent again, and hell had returned. At this time, Ning Qing's eyes showed great fear, as if he had seen a demon. He struggled to escape from Zhao Tianji's palm, but Zhao Tianji's fingers were so powerful.
On the contrary, the more the man struggled, the tighter his grip became. In the end, the man was almost choked to death by Zhao Tianji.
Of course, this is just a brief coma. The internal strength and physical strength of a cultivator who has reached the sect level are far superior to ordinary people, thousands of times, and they cannot die casually.
Zhao Tianji shook his head, he didn't want to kill anyone yet.
There is something strange about the shadow gun in his hand just now, and he still needs to study it himself. The huge will contained in it, and the subtle pressure infiltrated from it, Zhao Tianji seems to feel that he is extremely insignificant. Because of that kind of will
It seems to be singing in unison with the sky.
I don't know whether this kind of thing is good or bad, because Zhao Tianji doesn't know whether the will inside is good or evil, whether it is useful to him or not, and how to use it.
But now, a cold sweat broke out on my back from the shocking power, and it quietly remained on it.
The more Zhao Tianji thought about it, the more annoyed he became. As if affected by murderous intent, he shook his head and casually threw Ning Qing away. He returned to Zuixian Tower alone, intending to use the drunkenness to eliminate the boredom in his heart.
After taking a sip of the fairy wine, the refreshing feeling in it was clearly reflected in Zhao Tianji's mind.
It was an idea that soared above the sky, a chivalrous and heroic spirit that traveled between heaven and earth. It was intoxicating and fascinating. One cup after another, the whole bottle of wine was quickly drank by Zhao Tianji without even realizing it.
Zhao Tianji frowned and looked at the horizon in the distance. He didn't just find something. A strange red light bloomed, and a bottle of wine appeared. The rich aroma of wine in it was countless times more powerful than the original wine.