Chapter seven hundred and eighty second terror broken hand
Zhong Zihao made a prompt decision and rushed towards the nearest strong man as quickly as possible, trying to open a gap.
This is a strong man who has cultivated in the early stage of the Divine Realm. At this moment, he has already drawn his long sword, with a ferocious face. When he raises his hand, a green sword light sweeps out, which is particularly dazzling in the darkness.
"Poxu!"
Facing a powerful enemy, Zhong Zihao used his strongest sword move as soon as he made a move. The Black Flame Demon Sword flew out of his hand and turned into a gray streak that wandered through the air. A heart-stopping aura of death filled the whole place.
"Boom..."
A roar resounded throughout the world, several black cracks appeared in the void, the ground became filled with ravines, and two figures shot out from them.
The swords touched each other, and Zhong Zihao retreated tens of feet away, while the powerful man in the realm of divine connection only retreated six or seven steps.
Even with the help of the Black Flame Demonic Sword, even if there is a huge difference in cultivation level, they will collapse at the touch of a button.
Zhong Zihao was unwilling to give in. If his cultivation reached the peak of the Saint Realm at this moment, he would be sure to kill the opponent with his sword.
However, the situation at this moment was extremely dangerous. In this moment of delay, a horrifying sword light struck from behind. Just by hearing its rapid sound of breaking through the air, one knew that it was the strongest Liang Zhan who had taken action.
Zhong Zihao was naturally unable to resist, and his body flashed extremely fast, but he was pushed back by this terrifying force.
"Hey, I'm just waiting for you to fall into the trap!"
Behind him, another bald man licked his dry lips and smiled grimly.
"Really? Then I'll give you a knife!"
Unexpectedly, when Zhong Zihao turned around, instead of being afraid, he accelerated towards him.
The bald man didn't take it seriously. As his power surged, a blue bolt bloomed from the palm of his hand. It could be seen with soul power detection that he was wearing a pair of ferocious-looking gloves in his hand.
Just when he was imagining that Zhong Zihao was seriously injured and could be killed with one more palm strike, a horrifying sea of fire suddenly ignited in front of him.
"ah……"
Caught off guard, the bald man was enveloped in a sea of fire. His screams only lasted two breaths before his body burning with flames fell from the air.
"Feng Yan?"
Liang Zhan, who was chasing behind him, looked extremely shocked. Even with his level of cultivation, he would still be severely damaged by Feng Yan with such power.
Where did this kid come from? He had an ethereal body but had nothing to do with the Heavenly Palace of Nothingness, which surprised him greatly. However, what he displayed in this short moment was both demonic energy and phoenix flames.
Is he related to Fututian or Daluotian?
Not only Liang Zhan was stunned for a moment, but the other three were also stunned by the scene before them.
At this moment, Zhong Zihao turned sharply, moved his hands together, and threw seven or eight jade bottles containing Phoenix Flame, which exploded immediately.
"Boom boom boom..."
It was like a rain of fire rising from the sky. Everything as far as the eye could see was shrouded in a sea of fire. Even the energy and demonic energy of heaven and earth were burned out in an instant. The void was violently distorted and seemed to be on the verge of collapsing at any time.
"Help...ah...help!"
As expected, the three people closest to them were all annihilated by the sea of fire, and not even their skeletons were left behind in an instant.
So many phoenix flames detonated at the same time, and Zhong Zihao did not expect that the power was so terrifying. Could it be that Feng Qi's cultivation level was at the peak of the divine realm?
Finally, after the four people fell, the sealed space was immediately loosened. Zhong Zihao immediately used his empty hand to tear apart, and a crack in the space nearly ten feet wide appeared.
At the same time, Liang Zhan at the rear also came to his senses. A bright sword light pierced the sky, and a half-foot-wide crack appeared in the void, hitting Zhong Zihao before he could get into the space crack.
"puff!"
As if Zhong Zihao was struck by lightning, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably. However, his speed was not slow at all and he plunged into the space channel without looking back.
"Hmph! Let's see how far you can escape?"
Liang Zhan didn't stop, his majestic soul power surged, he caught a figure hundreds of miles away, his whole body power exploded, turned into a stream of light and chased after it.
If Zhong Zihao does not die, his secret will definitely be leaked. At this moment, it is no longer as simple as Mr. Yu giving orders, but also related to his own life and death. Naturally, he must spare no effort to pursue him to the end.
"Boohoo!"
During the flyby, Zhong Zihao took out the fountain of life and drank it, but it could only replenish some physical strength and vitality. The powerful source of power contained in Liang Zhan's sword was impossible to exorcise in an instant.
A strong man in the middle stage of the realm of the gods is indeed terrifying. If his body wasn't so strong, the blow just now would have killed him.
As a last resort, he could only fly in the air while using his empty hand to escape. Because using the empty hand for a long time, he could not heal his injuries in the turbulence of space.
Zhong Zihao panics and chooses his own path, while Liang Zhan pursues him, using his cultivation beyond a great realm to continuously close the distance between the two parties.
Whenever he found that the latter was about to catch up, Zhong Zihao had no choice but to use his empty hand again. After pulling away, he took the time to heal his wounds and remove the alien power from his body bit by bit.
Between chasing and escaping, the two of them had already entered the territory of Buddha Heaven.
Ten days later, the evil spirit in the air became heavier and heavier, mixed with mottled evil spirits.
Zhong Zihao ignored it and fled in that direction wherever the evil spirit was the strongest. Anyway, he would not be affected at all.
He even thought about whether he could take advantage of the geographical convenience to kill Liang Zhan. If he could be caught by surprise, and with the help of Zi Ling and others and Feng Yan, there would be no chance.
Therefore, even though the injury was almost healed, he was not in a hurry to get rid of the other party and led Liang Zhan to continue deeper into the Buddha Heaven.
On the other hand, Liang Zhan's face gradually became serious as he continued to move forward, and he hesitated many times whether to give up. However, when he saw that provocative face, he bit his steel teeth and continued to pursue.
Finally one day, the evil spirit was so strong that it was unimaginable and extremely violent. Instead, the evil spirit quickly weakened until it was completely gone.
Zhong Zihao was overjoyed. In this situation, wouldn't this be the best time to counterattack Liang Zhan?
After another four hundred miles, the evil spirit here had become so violent that even Zhong Zihao had difficulty adapting to it, so he stopped and waited.
Not long after, a furious Liang Zhan showed up. Seeing that the other party was waiting for him leisurely, he immediately became furious.
"Boy, don't run away if you have the guts!"
Liang Zhan shouted loudly, took out a blue and purple long knife, and was about to use his killing move when he suddenly saw a terrifying shadow standing in the distance.
"A cursed place!"
His expression suddenly changed, and he turned around quickly after shouting this sound, and shot away without looking back. Even thinking that the speed was not enough, he raised his head and spit out several mouthfuls of blood, and used the blood escape technique to escape.
Zhong Zihao was also startled by Liang Zhan's actions. He turned around and took a closer look, only to see a severed hand standing on the flat ground several miles away.
The severed hand is terrifying in shape, only the height from the wrist to the fingertips, about several feet in size, giving people a chilling, eerie and evil feeling.
Suddenly, Zhong Zihao felt a sense of panic in his heart, feeling that this place should be an ominous place, perhaps suppressing a terrifying existence.
As soon as he thought of this, he immediately turned around and flew into the air, preparing to leave.
At this moment, a hurricane blew suddenly, and an irresistible suction force burst out from the amputated hand, pulling him unprepared.
[PS: Still at China Literature Group, there will be another day of training tomorrow; if you can make it home tomorrow night, try to update three times!]