Feng Yi was not surprised but overjoyed when he saw this. He really wanted to sleep when someone brought him a pillow. He was thinking about how to grab the cassock without destroying it. He didn't expect that King Zhenguan was so considerate and sent the cassock directly.
Already.
Waving the Zen staff in his hand and stepping on the steps, Feng Yi rushed towards the blades flying out of the sky.
As the saying goes, if you use a spear to attack a shield, will the spear be stronger or the shield stronger? This is an eternal puzzle, just like Schrödinger's cat. You will never know the answer unless you try it.
This Zen staff and cassock were originally magical weapons that complemented each other, but now they have become enemies fighting for life and death. What is the result?
In fact, there is an answer to this question, and the answer is the user.
Under Feng Yi's control, the light on the Zen staff continued to bloom, and with each blow, several blades were destroyed.
Snap! Snap!
It was like the sound of glass being shattered, and before long, all the blades surrounding the cassock were shattered.
At this moment, the cassock seemed to have come to life, flying past at a strange angle and covering Feng Yi when he wasn't paying attention. The sharp breath swirled instantly, as if it was going to crush him into pieces.
Because he was covered, Feng couldn't see, and the Zen staff in his hand was useless. He couldn't use the Zen staff to give himself a stick.
King Zhenguan, who was resting and recovering from his injuries, was overjoyed when he saw this. Now was the time to take action. He stamped his feet on the ground, and his huge body flew high. The only remaining arm suddenly swelled, and his fingers became almost as thick as a pillar.
The weapons and sharp nails shone with a faint luster.
With this blow, he was going to completely grind Feng Yi, who had hurt his body, into powder!
As everyone knows, when Feng Yi's magic of inviting gods was broken by the breath in the cassock and his body returned to shape, the original breath of the zombie seeped out of the body and intertwined with the breath in the cassock.
boom!
The original sharp aura disappeared in an instant, and the cassock stayed soft on his body. Feng Yi pulled off the cassock, looked up just in time to see the giant claws falling from the sky, and then waved the Zen staff in his hand.
King Zhenguan:???
"Ahhhh!!!"
A far more pitiful howl sounded in the night sky. Under the offensive of the Demon Subduing Art, the fingers of King Zhenguan's remaining hand were chopped off one by one.
As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart. If the severe pain is repeated five times, no one can bear it.
Soon, only the bare palm of King Zhenguan's hand was left.
Just when he was about to take back his palm, Feng Yi used the Five Elements Bagua Palm with his left hand, waved the Zen staff with his right hand and flew up on the spot, and the Zen staff directly penetrated the palm of King Zhenguan.
Green blood sputtered out again, but was completely blocked by the Five Elements Bagua Palm.
When he jumped several meters high, Feng Yi twisted his body and waved the Zen staff in his hand again. With a pop, King Zhenguan's remaining swollen arm also fell off and hit the ground, rolling up the formation.
A burst of dust.
Seeing Feng Yi attack again, the King of Zhenguan, who had lost his arms, put his feet on the ground, jumped into the air, and finally landed on the top of the pagoda, staring at Feng Yi with his eyes spitting fire.
After so many years, no one has been able to push him to this state.
The old Taoist priest who appeared last time may have been very sophisticated in Taoism, but at that time, King Zhenguan was not as strong as he is now. After realizing that he could not defeat the opponent, he resorted to a unique technique, and it took him a hundred years of training to regain his strength.
Therefore, he rarely uses that move unless absolutely necessary.
The problem now is that he is no match for the other party on his own, so he can only fight. If he is weak, then he will be weak. It is better than falling before his master leaves seclusion.
When Feng Yi flew into the air and was almost at the same level as him, King Zhenguan shouted in a shrill voice like a demon from hell: "Boy, you are very strong, I was careless this time.
But unfortunately, your scenery ends here!
Die!"
As the King of Zhenguan shouted loudly, Li Yuerong, who was still hesitating whether to help or not, turned pale in an instant, and his body sank crazily, as if he had to hide deep underground to feel at ease.
He's about to use that move!
That move filled the sky with holy light, but it was extremely terrifying, as if it was going to destroy everything in the world.
Impossible, there is no way this little Taoist priest can withstand this move.
etc!
Li Yuerong suddenly remembered that the last time King Zhenguan used this move, she was extremely weak. However, she was also very weak at that time and did not dare to show her face. This time is an excellent opportunity...
I'm sorry, little Taoist priest, I will help you take revenge after you die.
After understanding this, Li Yuerong felt better. It's not that I don't want to help you, I just lack the strength. I think you should be able to understand.
Following the shouts of King Zhenguan, Feng Yi's expression became serious. He threw the Zen staff from the air and inserted it directly into the ground. Then he made a secret with both hands and used the Black Purple Ming Thunder Curse.
"Roar!"
With a roar, a huge golden "swastika" appeared behind King Zhenguan, hanging far above the sky, as if there was an extra sun in the sky, spreading its brilliance to every corner.
No one could look directly at its brilliance. Even Feng Yi had to close his eyes, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
Wow!
Like the sound of an alarm, the swastika erupted into an extremely dazzling golden beam of light, which rushed towards Feng Yi like a laser cannon.
While flying, this beam of light made a buzzing sound, as if cutting the sky into two halves.
Just when King Zhenguan thought that Feng Yishu was bound to die without any skills, the night sky that was originally bright as day suddenly appeared with thick black clouds. These clouds came from all directions and condensed in the sky. Even the light of the light beam was blocked.
Impenetrable.
Immediately afterwards, a huge dragon head flashing with thunder and lightning poked out from the clouds, and its mouth let out a dragon roar that shook the world. Its huge body was looming in the clouds, and the rolling clouds and waves were faintly seen.
When the Thunder Dragon waved its huge body and swayed, the clouds in the sky were blown away. Its true body appeared between heaven and earth, carrying the aura of destroying everything, falling from the sky and colliding with this golden light.
Rumble!
Countless brilliance flashed in the sky, and two unimaginable surging forces were biting and devouring each other. The figure of the thunder dragon was gradually blurring, and the golden light was slowly dissipating.
Finally, the giant dragon raised its head to the sky and roared, completely shattering the swastika, and thousands of golden lights scattered everywhere.
Holding the weak body, the Thunder Dragon rushed towards the King Zhenguan who was too weak to move.
Zi La La!
The King of Zhenguan didn't even scream out his final scream, and was directly minced into powder. When the Thunder Dragon completed its final mission, it disappeared into the sky.
"Huh, it's not that difficult."
Feng Yi breathed a long sigh of relief and flew down from the sky.
