Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Sword and Sword Intent Turn into a Dragon
He needs to be close to Zhang Che, just within one step!
It is necessary to take advantage of Zhang Che's lax guard, use the small green sword as the main body, wrap the sword body with spiritual power, and then attach all the refined strands of Yuan Power to the tip of the sword, and then activate the sword intention in the natal Qi Palace, so as to break through the sword.
Only in this way can it really cause harm to Zhang Che.
If the distance is too far, with Zhang Che's five-level warrior physique and his speed, it will not be difficult to escape once he is noticed.
This is his trump card. He only has one chance to succeed!
Zhang Che's expression was indifferent. Feng Buzhong's injury must be serious. It seems that most of his spiritual power was used to resist the erosion of his own martial arts. After all, it was the martial arts of a fifth-level warrior. According to his current realm, in a short time,
Inside, I am helpless.
However, he still admired the other party's perseverance.
Zhang Che looked at Feng Ziqing with slight disdain as he slowly moved forward step by step. When he was five steps away from him, he strode forward, jumped up, and quickly landed in front of Feng Ziqing. Before the other party could make a move, he
In response, he threw out a punch, and the latter received a strong punch and flew backwards.
Thump! It fell to the ground.
Feng Ziqing spat out the blood in his mouth, struggled to get up, covered his abdomen with one hand, and said with a smile: "Zhang Che, why are the fists of the Five Realms so light? Didn't you eat? Were you also so weak when you had sex with Meilian?
Ah, no wonder Mei Lian’s face was full of resentment when she first met her, hahaha.”
The laughter stopped suddenly, and after a cry of pain, Feng Ziqing was kicked far away again.
Zhang Che said angrily: "Feng Buzhong, I advise you not to insult her again! In the past, I saw that you were still of some use, so I tolerated you. If you dare to insult her again, I will make your life worse than death!"
The red-stained gown became a little wet and heavy. Feng Ziqing, who had lost too much blood, tried to get up several times, but he fell down due to lack of strength. He had no choice but to support the ground with both hands and endure the huge pain to lift his head with blood on his face.
, sarcastic loudly.
"You have nothing to do with me talking about me! Don't say insults. If I survive the disaster today, I will let Meilian take good care of me when I get back!"
"Ah!!" Zhang Che roared angrily, his eyes red. He slowly walked towards Feng Ziqing, his hands forming fists and constantly accumulating strength.
He grabbed the collar with his left hand and lifted Feng Ziqing up. Dark red martial arts kept pouring out of his right fist, and with a ferocious face, he growled: "Feng is not heavy, you deserve to die!"
Punch after punch, Zhang Che's fists continued to hit Feng Ziqing's body. His chest, abdomen, and ribs were broken one by one, and blood continued to flow from his mouth.
Feng Ziqing clung to the last bit of clarity in his mind and used the little spiritual power left to drive the white sound of the copper bell.
jingle jingle jingle
The crisp copper bell rang slightly, which made Feng Ziqing sober up. The next moment, he put it back into the bamboo hairpin.
He raised his hands, firmly grasped Zhang Che's left hand, closed his eyes slightly, and the Mirror Sword Technique emerged in his mind. The small green sword was inspired, and the sword body vibrated, making a slight sword sound.
The few strands of cyan energy that had been silent emerged from the elixir one by one, converging on the tip of the small cyan sword, and the cyan light became brighter and brighter!
Keng!
Like a sharp sword being unsheathed, the small green sword rose from the sword core and flew towards the natal Qi Palace.
The sword intention in the natal Qi Palace seems to have sensed the host's intention and determination. Invisible sword intents are constantly swept out of the natal Qi Palace, mixed with drops of natal essence and blood, and gradually dyed red.
At this time, within Feng Ziqing's body, a small green sword flew past the door of his natal Qi Palace, followed closely by invisible sword intent that was dipped in red. Surrounded by blue spiritual power, it was like a green sword.
A stegosaurus with a blue head and red scales!
Although Zhang Che was suspicious of the previous ringtone, Zhang Che closed his eyes tightly when he saw Feng Ziqing, thinking that he had given up struggling, and said disdainfully: "Why, keep talking, wasn't it very tough just now? Why is it suddenly happening now?"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Ziqing's eyes suddenly opened, one green and one red, looking extremely strange!
Oops!
Zhang Che subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his left hand was tightly grasped by the opponent. His right hand turned into a claw and quickly grabbed Feng Ziqing's neck.
Feng Ziqing snorted in his heart, "It's too late!"
Phew! A small green sword quickly flew out from his chest, followed by spiritual power and sword intent, and the stegosaurus appeared!
Feng Ziqing raised his head slightly, and the dragon head also raised its head slightly and flew towards Zhang Che's right hand.
The sword dragon easily pierced Zhang Che's wrist, continued forward, penetrated the iron-hard Five Realm Warrior's body, and began to move wildly inside his body, making waves.
The stegosaurus penetrated the internal organs, crushed the intestines, and reached Zhang Che's Dantian.
Boom!
The warrior's martial arts palace, which is as important as the immortal cultivator's elixir, exploded after the sword dragon penetrated it. Once the martial arts palace was broken, the warrior's entire cultivation was completely ruined!
Feng Ziqing did not give up, and used his remaining spiritual power to control the sword dragon to fly towards Zhang Che's heart.
There was a huge pain in his heart, and Zhang Che, who had lost all his cultivation, was heartbroken. The sword dragon had penetrated his heart, and he was bound to die.
He laughed at himself. It was ridiculous that he had endured it for so many years and used the slide rule, but in the end, he died at the hands of a foreigner who was inferior to him.
Zhang Che's hands were weak and naturally hung down, and his body fell backwards.
As he was dying, he weakly said: "The wind is not heavy and it is easy to calculate. Where will I lose?"
Under the guidance of Feng Ziqing's mind, Stegosaurus returned to his body. Although he returned to peace, he knew that this was only temporary and he needed to quickly find a quiet place to heal.
Out of strength, Feng Ziqing fell to the ground, and the remaining martial arts in his body also lost traction due to Zhang Che's cultivation, and gradually left the body.
"Oh, you lose because you know that I am just trying to show off my words and insult you, but you still can't stand it; you lose because you are as arrogant as Qi Zhuo, although you don't admit it with your mouth, but it is the same in your heart; you lose because
When fighting between life and death, you don't decide quickly, and you like to play like a cat and a mouse; you lost because you met me."
Hahaha Zhang Che's laughter got louder and louder, "I see, that's it."
Feng Ziqing endured the pain and stood up slowly, holding her abdomen. Regardless of what Zhang Che said to himself on the ground, he used his only spiritual power to stop the bleeding in his abdomen, then slowly turned around and moved, walking towards Fugui'er step by step.
When Fugui'er heard the fighting in front of him stopped, he took a few tentative steps. When he saw Feng Ziqing, who was covered in blood, he quickened his pace and ran to him. He bent his limbs and knelt down slowly.
Feng Zi chuckled and cursed, still having some eyesight, he slowly squatted down and lay on the horse's back.
Wealth and honor stand up again, hunched over in the wind, and gradually fade away.
Before he died, Zhang Che murmured to himself, "If it were me who should have won, it would be me!! Lian'er must not do anything stupid."
Feng Ziqing used his movable hands to pat the sides of the horse's back to show Fuguier the way.
Finally, they came to a dense forest, and Fuguier walked slowly with his camel. Although he was scratched by thorns from time to time, Fuguier did not scream because he was a smart and good horse.
As they walked deeper and deeper, Fugui'er's body had been scratched with many scars, and Feng Ziqing finally fell off the horse due to weakness.
While he was still conscious, he took out the white jade bottle from the square object, and with difficulty took out a piece of Xueyuan Dan from the jade bottle and put it in his mouth.
At this time, he no longer had the strength to swallow, and could only rely on the traces of energy on the surface of Xue Yuandan to maintain his slim chance of survival.
His mind darkened, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, his consciousness sank, and he passed out.