Chapter 233: Decisive Battle on the Peak of Ancient Sword Mountain (4)
Linghu Heng did not take it lightly because of this. He could feel that the momentum around him became stronger. It was obvious that the Hell King had not suffered any substantial damage.
Linghu Hengxin said: "Even the super-level 'Explosive Spirit Body' has no effect. It seems that he is not bragging. He really only used 50% of his power!"
Wu Zhen stared blankly at everything in front of him, and then shouted happily for a long time: "Junior brother won?"
The Taoist Master of Silence looked solemn and said: "No, the King of Hell is still alive, and he should not have been harmed. He was just suppressed for a while. Ah Heng has lost his strength now, and it will be difficult to defeat him."
People who keep their mouths shut rarely talk so much, and it looks like things are really going to be tough!
The King of Hell is indeed synonymous with terror!
At this time, the earth began to shake, and Linghu Heng also fell back to the ground from mid-air. He had to save some spiritual energy, otherwise it would be really bad.
"boom"!!!
There was a loud noise, and a figure jumped out of the pit and shot straight into the sky.
When the man stayed in the air, Linghu Heng saw the man's face clearly. It was the King of Hell who was furious with shame!
The King of Hell roared: "How can you, a little Daluo Jinxian, have more power than me! It's absolutely impossible. I am the King of Hell that everyone fears. How could I lose to a little-known boy like you!"
Absolutely not! I am the strongest in the world!"
At this moment, Linghu Heng only felt unbearable pain all over his body. This was the sequelae caused by overdrafting the "Explosive Spirit Body". He had several thoughts in his mind: "If you continue to use the 'Explosive Spirit Body', you will definitely be able to defeat
He, but if I continue to use this trick, not to mention the lack of spiritual energy to support me, my body will definitely collapse first. What should I do?"
The King of Hell checked his own condition and found that his body was covered with small wounds, and even his internal organs were slightly injured. He couldn't help but became even more furious: "Boy, you are the first person to make this king so embarrassed! I
Wang originally wanted to have fun with you, but now it seems that you must die!"
After saying that, the King of Hell began to attack with all his strength, dodging his body and shouting: "I also want you to taste the feeling of being hurt!"
Linghu Heng wanted to avoid it, but unfortunately he was not strong enough. The King of Hell's speed was too fast. However, when he had just turned his mind, his fist had already reached his body, and Linghu Heng could not react at all!
If it had been just now, he might have been fully prepared and still able to dodge. Unfortunately, Linghu Heng was exhausted now. How could he have dodged? He was hit by the King of Hell's angry punch and flew five feet away.
, almost fell off the cliff.
Linghu Heng was wearing a green robe, which suddenly became tattered as he passed through the rugged mountains and rocks, like a beggar's attire. When Wu Zhen saw it, he cried out anxiously: "Junior brother can't stand it anymore, I..." Just now
She wanted to rush forward, but was held back by the combined efforts of Nalan Ruoxue and Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Yan Yan said in a deep voice: "A-Zhen, calm down, A-Heng should have some backup plans!"
In fact, Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Daoist himself has no clue. Linghu Heng and the King of Hell’s cultivation are far beyond him. He is just deceptive. Does Linghu Heng really have a back-up plan?
Linghu Heng could only smile bitterly in his heart. He had already used his biggest trump card, so how could he still have a back-up plan? He also wanted to have a back-up plan, but manpower was sometimes poor, and even if he became an immortal, he would still be unable to do so.
Linghu Heng was holding one hand on the edge of the ground, while the King of Hell walked over slowly, picked up Linghu Heng, threw it up, then raised his leg high, and kicked Linghu Heng directly in the chin. Then another
Somersaulting, he kicked Linghu Heng hard in the chest again.
Linghu Heng was hit so hard that he couldn't help shouting "ah" and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
When everyone saw Linghu Heng's miserable state, they became excited. Fortunately, the Taoist Taoist of Silence stopped them, otherwise many people would have suffered at the hands of the King of Hell.
The King of Hell was still beating Linghu Heng to his heart's content, and finally kicked Linghu Heng's body away and returned him to the middle of the ground. He said coldly: "Weren't you so majestic just now? Why are you doing this now?"
Do you look like you are on the verge of death?"
Linghu Heng already wanted to fall down. His body had suffered heavy injuries. If he was not mistaken, three ribs in his body had been broken. He felt unbearable pain even when he moved. He struggled to stand up, trying to maintain the appearance of an immortal cultivator.
dignity.
The King of Hell looked at his useless efforts and said coldly: "I have had enough fun, now I will send you to the West!" After that, he gathered the energy of the undead in his hands again.
Wu Zhen shouted angrily: "I can't bear it anymore..."
Seeing that something was not going well, Taoist Taoist Silence knocked Wu Zhen unconscious with a knife. Wu Zhen's eyes widened, but he still slowly fell down and became unconscious. Taoist Taoist Silence handed Wu Zhen to Nalan Ruoxue.
Said: "Take good care of A Zhen."
Nalan Ruoxue took over Wu Zhen's burly body in confusion, but found that the next moment Taoist Master Silent Words had flown out of the air, and exclaimed: "Taoist Master Silent Words, you..."
The King of Hell was just about to give Linghu Heng the final blow, and when Linghu Heng had already closed his eyes and waited for death, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Linghu Heng, and several sword shadows were thrown towards the King of Hell.
Although the King of Hell was not afraid of swords and guns, these attacks were extremely powerful, so he still avoided them, and the condensed undead energy also dissipated.
Linghu Heng opened his eyes and saw the back of a figure he was very familiar with. This old Taoist priest who brought him into the world of immortality and taught him swordsmanship step by step. At this moment, Linghu Heng felt that his thin body was extremely tall.
Linghu Heng couldn't help shouting: "Master, please leave quickly!"
The King of Hell's face turned cold, and a violent aura spurted out: "So you are this kid's master. Very good. Let's send you to the West together!"
Linghu Heng shouted: "No!"
The Taoist Master of Silence said slowly: "Ah Heng, you see clearly, my master is now teaching you this move, which is called 'Human and Sword Fusion', please watch carefully."
Linghu Heng's eyes were wet with tears, and he struggled, but the Taoist Taoist of Silence had already burned his own life, transformed into a sword, and flew towards the King of Hell...
With Linghu Heng's cultivation level, how could he not see that Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Master Xiuyan had used his soul to leave his body to use the Sword Control Technique, but he had not survived the Heavenly Tribulation of Immortality. This time, he would never return.
He can never return to his physical body. From this we can see that the Taoist Taoist is determined to die.
Linghu Heng burst into tears and couldn't help himself for a moment. The Taoist Taoist shouted at this time: "Ah Heng, remember to bury me in the green bamboo forest and don't erect a monument. I want a quiet place!"
Hearing this, everyone around them understood that Taoist Taoist Taoist Silence sacrificed his life for righteousness, which was a tragic feat. For a moment, everyone around him was filled with sorrow, and even the color of the heaven and earth seemed to change.
Seeing the fierce power of the sword, the King of Hell did not dare to be careless. He released the spirit of the undead and laid down layers of shackles. But the old Taoist priest poured his soul into the immortal sword, how could it be easy for him? He was still like a dragon or a dragon, breaking through the layers of shackles.
Stab towards the King of Hell!
Although there are thousands of people, I am going!
After Linghu Heng saw this scene, he broke down in tears and said with choked sobs: "Old Taoist priest... Master..." (To be continued)