final catastrophe

Chapter 417
Jingtao shoots towards the isolated island, the gun is like a stormy sea.

The man who had lost his weapon and armor, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, retreated sharply the moment the weapon was close to him.

"Drink and drink"

Since Zhao Zilong stabbed out with a spear, if there was no blood, how could he return.

He moved forward, the gun was still stabbing, it was only three inches away from the man's throat.

One enters, one retreats.

The same quiet and focused look.

And the eighteen riders in the silver wind behind them shot one after another, one after another, like mountains and waves, covering the body of the long-haired man.

The resolute pupils stared at the slightly confused and struggling eyes.

Zhao Zilong, I really hope to stop and ask questions.

But there is no time.

Out of the morality of warriors and memories of the past, he said loudly: "Accept the move."

The gun was fully released, and the wind and dragon rolled wildly. All of a sudden, the thousands of arrows in the sky above the entire battlefield received an extra force besides the suction force of the big black sky.

The stream of arrows turned into vortexes, and then crashed into the big black sky with a "crack bang bang" and broke.

Zhao Zilong stepped on the ground, and the next moment invisible ripples scattered from his feet.

The eighth detection of the seven detection coil snake.

What is searched for is destruction.

His extremely fast speed was strengthened again, bursting into a flash of brilliance like light in an instant, he turned into destruction, and arrived at the throat of the long-haired man.

Eighteen spears, like eighteen snake heads, protruded from around the wind dragon in the center, revealing their fangs.

But at this time, a sudden change occurred.

A strange phantom of a ten thousand-headed snake emerged from the body of the knife absorbed by Da Hei Tian, ​​and tens of thousands of snake pupils stared at the world curiously.
"what is that?!!"

"How could there be such a monster?"

"How can there be such a thing hidden in the sword of the sword god?"

It was Changban City in the distance, and all the soldiers who were hiding and fighting back, or the knights of the rivers and lakes, all saw this scene clearly.

The ten thousand-headed ghost snake hangs down, twists, and turns into a terrifying and ferocious black dragon that makes people unable to resist. With a bang, it sprang out from the long and narrow knife, and hit the long-haired man like electricity.

It fell into his sky spirit cover, and then swam away completely, turning into a cover like wings, and the phantom wrapped around his whole body.

And Xia Ji's confused face was distorted in an instant, and dark textures like water plants rose up.

Thousands of black snake heads protruded from his back, neck, waist, and shoulders, staring curiously, cruelly, and mercilessly at the incoming enemy.

Zhao Zilong felt a great disobedience at this moment.

Because, at the moment when the black dragon entered the body, the bewildered eyes of the first knife god suddenly tightened, the pupils focused and shone with evil light, and the lips parted, revealing the sharp white teeth.

This is not. The demon is not overcome.

Is it.
Zhao Zilong suddenly realized everything that happened to the sword god.

But this shot, together with his people, has become destruction, death.

"Humph."

With a faint cold snort, Xia Ji's body that was retreating rapidly stopped suddenly.

He stopped, and Zhao Zilong also stopped.

The gun even stopped.

I can't make any more progress, not even an inch.

Just because a finger rested on the tip of the gun.

On that finger ran a strange black snake, its scales dull and dull, reminiscent of chaos.

Bang.
In an instant, there was the sound of the tip of the gun shattering.

The spear that had been fighting with Zhao Zilong for many years cracked and then shattered like light.

Between the shattering, the mighty saber intent was mixed with evil thoughts, and as the finger continued to spread out, it turned into a nearly river-like saber intent.

Seems like it was just a gust of wind.

The White Dragon Eighteen Riders who followed closely behind him were dripping with flesh and blood as if they had been tortured.

Only Zhao Zilong was still half-kneeling, but with numerous wounds on his body.

A trace of sadness flashed in Zhao Zilong's pupils, then he fixed his eyes on the long-haired man in front of him and said, "You are not him."

Xia Ji didn't answer directly, "You don't have a gun."

Zhao Zilong said: "I am the gun.

Many years ago, I fought with you and lost. This time, I will not lose again. "

After all, he backed away suddenly.

Get back!

Even Xia Ji was a little baffled by this action.
He obviously put on a duel posture to kill you, and ran away after finishing what he said.

Soon, he realized the reason, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

Forget it, since you saw the scene just now, it doesn't matter if I let you go back, this book is for you to read.

Just going back like this is not good.

He closed his eyes, and a gray shaggy shadow sprang out from his body, holding a knife alone, pulling the afterimage towards the fleeing general.

Zhao Zilong hastily raised his finger, pointing to the gun intent, five fingers equals five guns.

The spear intent collided with the saber intent if it had substance, but it was just a little resistance, and it was a crushing defeat.

To block it for a moment is to let the shadow of the knife pass by.

Not only did it break off his five fingers, it even passed through his right arm in a flash.

Fortunately, the white dragon spear riders who had painted white sand had already galloped out, broke through the cave in the city wall, and came to meet them.

To say that it is a response, is just relying on mere physicality to consume that saber intent.

The sword shadow walked among the white dragon spear riders, and after beheading nearly a thousand people, it seemed that it had exhausted its strength, and then quickly returned to the body of the strange long-haired man.

On the blood-stained battlefield, Xia Ji didn't know what to think of. He was silent for a long time, then waved his hands, led the magic soldiers back, and once again camped in the woods ten miles away.

We hit some wild game and started to continue grilling.

As for the big black sky in the sky, it seemed that the time limit was up. It melted all the weapons, and then fused them into a huge iron ball, which "bang" like a meteor, and then fell to the ground, revealing a deep pit.

Among them was the long, thin knife that Xia Ji carried on his back.

The moonlight is still there.

Flowing like water, covering the bones on the battlefield.

Outside Changban City, Zhao Zilong's right arm injury has been stopped.

"Looks like we finally made it through the first night."

"There are still two nights, how far do we need to persist?"

"What else do we have to fight for?"

Tang Qian suddenly spoke, she was puzzled and said: "My Daheitian obviously played a role, why did he take General Zhao's gun at the last moment?
And what are those terrifying snake shadows? "

Zhao Zilong looked at Xia Yan, who was looking at him with concern.

"My lord, please retreat from everyone. I may have discovered a secret when I was fighting the sword god just now."

Xia Yan did not speak.

There was a carefree voice in the distance.

"Xiao Zhao, I thought you were going to do your best just now. Why did you run away as soon as you turned around? Let your brothers die and come back by yourself. This is not your style."

Jun Mowang poked his head out with a hippie smile.

Zhao Zilong sighed, but did not explain. Instead, he shook his head, and then said calmly, "Old Lord, you also avoid it, and I will have a few words with my lord."

Sometimes, it takes more courage to retreat than not to retreat.

And the misunderstanding and bitterness that I bear, can others understand.

The reason why Zhao Zilong retreated was to convey an important secret back.

(End of this chapter)