fifth form

Chapter 2425 Fake Death
The big monster that had previously lacked breath stood up again, which made Ying Fusu feel a little regretful.

He did not follow the Qin army's organizational structure to make the final move, which brought enough trouble.

His Majesty was under pressure from the power infused by the Qingzhou Ding and his body was unable to move. The burning time of the candle in the opponent's mouth was limited. If he waited any longer, His Majesty would have to emerge in reality and be killed by him.

The real trouble at the moment comes from Zhang Xuezhou.

The Taia sword was taken away, and Ying Fusu took out a feather arrow and aimed at it.

The arrows were aimed at a specific target, but Ying Fusu also had a sense of uncertainty in the aim.

The other party was clearly standing there, but Ying Fusu felt that there was a high probability that his arrow would miss.

"He should be able to fly very fast with his wings spread, but this is an underground palace with limited space to maneuver. If one arrow is not enough to kill him, then use two arrows. If two arrows are not enough, then use three arrows!"

He pressed his right hand on the feather arrow, and when the phosphorescent fire in his eyes shrank slightly, the feather arrow had already penetrated and shot out in the darkness.

"Ah, it's a poison arrow!"

The opponent screamed after being hit, and Ying Fusu couldn't help but feel surprised when he saw the opponent's body slowly falling down.

After taking his Taia sword and being identified as a demon king master by him, Ying Fusu treated this opponent extremely seriously and was even prepared to shoot him continuously.

The poor mentality of having difficulty aiming the feather arrow made him believe that the other party was a master of the demon clan who was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

But Ying Fusu didn't expect that the opponent would actually be hit by his arrow.

Thousands of sword energies were unable to do anything to the opponent, but a feather arrow that penetrated in an instant hit the opponent.

"It's just a feather arrow made of arrow grass," Ying Fusu said, "This kind of arrow grass has the effect of killing people instantly. If you think it's poisonous, that's fine!"

Ying Fusu rarely explained the reason to his opponents’ death, but anyone who could catch his Taia sword should not die too miserably.

He briefly explained the reason and glanced at Zhu Jiuyin, who had an expression of unwillingness and despair in his eyes.

"Why, are you disappointed that the capable Demon King assistant you brought with you didn't play a role?"

Ying Fusu drew the bow again, and the outline of the feathered arrow carved with the sun, moon and stars appeared on the bowstring again.

"The old dynasty has fallen, and the new dynasty has been born. According to the master, you are on the decline and cannot be invincible. The Great Shang and the Great Zhou are precedents. You cannot go against this rule..."

Your Excellency murmured.

Lord Renyou never thought that he would end up being killed by someone with just one arrow of fish flesh.

This should not be his fate, nor should it be something Ying Fusu could do.

"Master? When did you, an old demon, get a new master?"

Ying Fusu did not stop, but he couldn't help feeling a little surprised, thinking that an old demon like Your Excellency could change his allegiance very quickly.

"Have you returned to the Heavenly Court forces of the Western Barbarians?"

He shot an arrow again and again, and the Lord, who was hit by the arrow, struggled and banged his head against the ground.

Ying Fusu shook his head at the Lord's clumsiness in controlling his body.

"The Heavenly Palace is old and decayed. Any human or demon who relies on it will have a hard time ending up well." Ying Fusu said, "You rashly rushed into my Great Qin's creation to seek luck for the Heavenly Palace. This is an impossible task and will inevitably backfire and kill you!"

"Impossible, impossible..."

His Majesty banged his head against the underground palace repeatedly, and the slow and dull sound was like thunder.

He shouted loudly, obviously not believing his fate.

Blood gushed out from his forehead like a fountain, filling the underground palace with a fishy and warm smell.

"Centipede!"

Ying Fusu's cold voice fell, and he obviously no longer cared about the Lord whose head was pierced and bleeding. This was not a monster that he could kill completely and completely if he wanted to. He could only give it a certain amount of time to let the other party die. The remaining strength in his body would not be wasted on dealing with the dragon and snake body that was stiff but not dead.

He stepped on the Qingzhou Ding and leaped down.

"It's a pity that you died a few years later, otherwise these scales could have made thousands of sets of good armor for my Great Qin!"

He kicked the Lord's hot body with his feet, and after briefly commenting on the Lord's body, he jumped backwards.

The three-meter-long demon body lying on the ground came into view. The demon body was still as transparent as jade and looked extremely clean.

Ying Fusu also kicked, only to find that the other party's limbs were as stiff as iron and stone, without the thick, soft and hot feeling of the Lord's body.

"It's a pleasant death!"

He caught the 180,000 swords from the Tai'a Sword, but failed to catch the arrows shot from the Yulong Bow. This made Ying Fusu shake his head, thinking that the death of such a master was inexplicable.

The Taia Sword is a precious sword used by an ordinary human body, but it is like a dagger when held in the palm of the opponent's huge monster body.

Ying Fusu turned over his palm and then grabbed the other person's right hand that was holding the Taia sword.

The feeling of a hard and warm body surged into his heart, and Ying Fusu felt a chill in his heart. Before he could retract his hand, he saw the giant hand holding the Taia sword flipped over.

"You faked your own death?"

A pair of slightly squinted eyes opened. Ying Fusu looked into these calm eyes, then looked at the other's giant hand that was tightly grasping his arm.

Although he was still speaking, Ying Fusu drew on his magic power and the black crown he was wearing moved without wind, and bursts of flames appeared on his body.

"Are you afraid of fire?"

Ying Fusu swept his eyes around, and flames around him swept and wrapped around the huge monster body.

This kind of flame is not normal yang fire and is not used for lighting, but is blue-black in color.

"This is the fire of hell from the secret place of the underworld. It is poisonous, high temperature, and can damage the mind and soul..."

Ying Fusu spoke in a low voice, but his eyes were more solemn.

The opponent who can catch his Taia sword, be hit by arrows without dying, and withstand the burning of his karmic fire without letting go at all, is indeed very strong.

But the opponent also has the same disadvantage as Zhu Jiuyin. After suffering the impact of the Qingzhou Cauldron, the range of movement of the opponent's body is limited.

Otherwise, the opponent would not just use his right hand to grab him, but would use both hands and feet, and he would also be killed in the opponent's pretend-death attack.

"Hey~"

After the scolding, Ying Fusu took out a fist-sized seal with his left hand, and then smashed it on the opponent's head.

When the seal fell, Ying Fusu saw sparks flying from the opponent's head and a look of pain on his face.

"Let go!"

Ying Fusu shouted loudly, only to see that the other party's right hand, which was holding his arm, did not loosen at all. Instead, he continued to exert force, causing the arm of the figurine to gradually twist and crack.

He struggled a bit and grabbed the crown on his head into his palm.

"The Emperor of Heaven has bestowed upon me the mandate, the God of Earth has bestowed upon me the virtue, I sincerely ask my father to strike the Kuilong Bell to help me..."

Ying Fusu was muttering something, and the crown in his left hand was shining brightly with golden light. The shadows of the Xianyang Palace could be vaguely seen. A nine-meter-high statue of the First Emperor stood in the center of the palace, and countless civil servants and military generals were stationed in all directions.

He threw the crown in his hand, and the shadow of the Xianyang Palace carrying the statue of the First Emperor fell.

When the palace fell, it was like the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. Ying Fusu pointed his left hand at the three-meter-long monster body.

He was just about to conclude that this demon master would be suppressed by the top crown who brought the great Qin dynasty's luck, thus creating an opportunity for defeat, when he felt darkness emerging in his eyes and a school of fish like a dazzling galaxy began to swim slowly around him.