Chapter five hundred and eighty second to bully the less
Everyone below was still confused. There was no movement from the two people for so long. Suddenly, a deafening muffled thunder sounded, and the sea of clouds in the sky rolled endlessly.
Immediately afterwards, the visions in the nine heavens continued, and the momentum was extremely majestic, making them very confused. When the peak of the immortal realm and the supreme power of the divine realm were fighting, was it necessary to fight so fiercely?
"Bang!"
At the top of the Nine Heavens, Zhong Zihao and the old man of the Qi family fought hard again, and each retreated for more than ten miles.
The old man of the Qi family looked at the young man in black robe with a solemn look. He never imagined that the combat power this boy broke out was not inferior to his own?
After just a few moves between the two sides, he not only failed to gain any advantage, but also tended to be at a disadvantage. Especially the horror of the physical body was simply not what humans should have.
"Buzz!"
Turning his hands, the old guy took out a small bronze drum, which immediately swelled up with the infusion of his true energy and turned into a giant drum half a foot in diameter.
It can be seen with the naked eye that the moment this treasure is taken out, cracks in the void around it flash frequently. There is no doubt that it is a low-grade artifact.
"I haven't used the artifact for many years. I didn't expect that it would be taken out hundreds of years later to deal with a little beast like you. If you can die under the artifact, you will be relieved for the rest of your life."
With the giant drum in hand, the Qi family's old man's momentum increased by three points.
I saw him knocking lightly, the void was shattered like fragile paper, and the black hole in the space quickly flashed.
Zhong Zihao's expression remained unchanged, a long sword as smooth as a mirror jumped into his hand, and murmured: "It has been so long since I have been promoted to a divine weapon, and today I will let you drink the blood of the supreme power of the divine realm."
"Old dog, three swords will take your life. Lotus Sword Formation!"
As his violent shouts rang out, the wind and clouds in the nine heavens suddenly changed, and there was a loud thunder.
"Boom... click!"
At this moment, Zhong Zihao was moving very fast. With every step he took, a lotus blossomed in the sky, and an overwhelming pressure surged in from all directions.
"Keng!"
A sword cry resounded throughout the world, and a giant sword shadow condensed from eight directions at the same time, crushing the void with a terrifying aura that destroyed the world.
Suddenly, the eight giant swords moved in unison, as if locked in this space, and rushed toward the old man of the Qi family with no return.
"open!"
The old man of the Qi family shouted loudly, his right palm was covered by a green light, and crashed onto the drum head.
"Rumble...boom!"
It was like thunder exploding in the sky, an invisible air wave passed by, and even the black hole in the space was completely annihilated by this terrifying power. The most important thing is that this drum sound is also accompanied by a soul attack.
However, Zhong Zihao remained unmoved. Not to mention the Chaos Bead in his soul consciousness sea, which was more mysterious than the peak artifact. At this moment, the strength of his soul power was already close to the peak of the life and death realm. Naturally, he was not afraid of what the old man of the Qi family regarded as his trump card.
Soul attack.
"cut!"
At this moment, he seemed to be transformed into an ancient troll, holding a sword in both hands and slashing down with the force of splitting the heaven and earth.
"Crack!"
The void was split into two halves under this sword, and the sword light that intimidated the world was like a stream of light passing through the years, and it struck the giant drum impartially.
"rumble!"
Just like a thunderous wrath descending from the sky, a drum sound that was several times more terrifying than before spread across the sky, and even Zhong Zihao felt the sea of soul consciousness tremble slightly.
"Bang...poof!"
The giant drum was hit by the unparalleled power of this sword light, and turned around, hitting the chest of the old man of the Qi family firmly. The latter immediately grunted, and a mouthful of blood rushed out, scattering to the world.
"call out!"
Zhong Zihao made a stroke with his left hand, tearing his empty hand out instantly. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the old man of the Qi family, with the sword slashing down from top to bottom.
"Vulnerable!"
The souls of the old men of the Qi family were all gone. Seeing that there was no way to escape, they felt so cruel that their souls instantly escaped from the center of their eyebrows and fled far away without looking back.
Zhong Zihao didn't look nervous at all. This world had already been sealed by him using space methods. He calmly took back the God-Slaying Sword from the body of the old man of the Qi family, and wanted to imprison the latter's soul.
"Hey...ah!"
Suddenly, the Chaos Bead erupted into a colorful ray of light, swallowing up the soul before he could react.
"Damn it, do this to me again!"
Zhong Zihao was so angry that he stamped his feet. This time, the Chaos Bead was able to capture souls from a long distance. Could it be that the soul power at the divine level was very tempting to it? This was the second time he had seen the Chaos Bead be so proactive.
He shook his head helplessly, stretched out his big hand, recalled the giant drum that was still suspended in the sky, and instantly erased the remaining soul mark of the old man of the Qi family. With a thought, the giant drum suddenly shrank, turned into a palm-sized size and fell into the palm of his hand.
"Fortunately, the work was not in vain, I finally got a trophy!" Zhong Zihao laughed dumbly.
The old man of the Qi family's combat prowess was worse than he expected. It was not that the supreme power of the divine way was so capable. He estimated that the old man had not fully recovered after being injured at the hands of Xiao Yuan last time.
However, this battle also gave him an intuitive understanding of his own combat power, and he should not be afraid of ordinary human warriors who were in the early stages of the Shinto realm.
Everyone below saw the movement in the sky disappear for a while and no one came down, and they all speculated. Could it be that those two people fought and both were injured, or that they both died?
Just as they were wondering, Zhong Zihao's figure fell from the sky. Guan Xiangchen's eyes suddenly shrank, and his eyes fell on the small drum in the former's hand.
He knows very well that this is the magic weapon of the old man of the Qi family, and it is now in the hands of this kid, right?
"Ms. Meng, I give this to you. It should be useful in group battles."
Zhong Zihao landed next to Murong Wan and Meng Ruoyan, and threw the low-grade artifact to the latter.
In the battle just now, he personally experienced the terror of the drum sound. If used in a large-scale battle, it will definitely have an unexpected effect, so it is most suitable for this fairy of the divine formation to use it.
The three menghao brothers have been in chaos for a long time, but this guy actually killed the Shinto realm? Who is he? It seems that this boy's level of defiance is even higher than that of Chudie.
The pupils of the two brothers Mengchu Wen and Mengchuran shrank. What a prodigal idiot. Judging from the fluctuating aura of the snare drum, it must be a divine weapon. He actually gave it away just to pick up girls?
"Thank you, Brother Zhong!"
Meng Ruoyan took the snare drum in her hand without politeness. She knew better than anyone how rich the owner of the Emerald Valley was, so how could she be polite to him?
Zhong Zihao ignored the shocked expressions of everyone in the Meng family and turned to Guan Xiangchen and said: "Elder Guan, it seems it's our turn? Now you have one less person in the divine realm. I wonder how confident you still are in this duel."
The expression on Guan Xiangchen's face kept changing, he raised his head suddenly, as if he had made some decision, and said with a sinister smile: "You are too whimsical, if the group of immortals behind me swarm up, you will probably be the one who regrets it, right?"
Hearing this, Zhong Zihao looked a little strange: "This doesn't seem good, are you sure you want to win by relying on more, and bully the less with more?"