Chapter 245

In his heart, he took out a small golden net with his right hand and went to the hundred bodyguards.

The net rose in the wind, and after two circles, it turned into three or four hundred feet, netting all the 100 guards trapped in the sand sea.

Jing Zhizhao leaves his guard and moves towards Ning Xiao.

"I'm the only grandson of the Ning family in Yangguan. How dare you kill me..."

"Poof"

The two soul breaking nails of song Tianxuan's right hand have been inserted into Ning Xiao's body.

"Soul breaking nail, you... Ah..." Ning Xiao fell painfully from the air. The speed of song Tianxuan's wind and thunder wings was comparable to that of Yuan Jing. Ning Xiao was killed in seconds without even launching his defense.

If his mind is steady, song Tianxuan may have to fight with him. But his mind is lost and he runs for his life. Naturally, song Tianxuan catches the flaw and kills him.

But it never occurred to him that he had died under his own treasure.

Song Tianxuan flew up again with a fist, directly dispersing the light spot that had not yet formed.

But Jing Zhizhao arrives in a flash, but Ning Xiao has already fallen down. His whole body is full of black air and his face is ferocious.

"Hum, Tianhe Yinhai, isn't it? It's so cruel." Jing Zhizhao said angrily. He moved his hand and threw out a green leaf.

The green leaves flew out and covered the three people in an instant. All around, they turned into a forest. The trees were luxuriant and thousands of feet high. Ning Xiao lay on the top of a tree. The green imperial Qi poured into it along the wound. Originally, it was attacked by the dead Qi, but now it was offset by the green imperial Qi.

"This is your mood?" Song Tianxuan's wings fluttered behind him, standing in the air, feeling the sudden smell of the forest.

"You know the mood? Ha ha, yes, this is the artistic conception of my son. It's not wrong for you to die here. " Jing Zhizhao stands in the air with a smile and takes a look at Ning Xiao, who has been eroded by the dead air.

Once the elixir is destroyed, it will destroy the foundation. Naturally, song Tianxuan will no longer be in charge of Ning Xiao's life and death. Destroying the elixir in this way is more painful than killing him.

Jing Zhizhao spread out his hands and released the Xuanqi wave of xuantongjing. For song Tianxuan, although he had exceeded three levels, he didn't intend to make a trial. Just now, without using Yuqi, he just crushed Ning Xiao with wind and thunder wings. If he had any more backhand, He didn't want to get hurt in front of this young man's hand. He had to make a quick decision. Yun Zhixiang over there was already overwhelmed... All the trees in the artistic conception seemed to hear the call. The mysterious air in the tree rushed out from the trunk and flew to Jing Zhizhao's palms, forming a rapidly rotating green light ball.

Although the sphere of light is not big, with the continuous influx of green Xuanqi, it gradually becomes white, and then gives off dazzling light, emitting bursts of manic fluctuations.

That kind of fluctuation, just at a glance, made song Tianxuan feel the breath of death. If those two light balls were hit, he would not have to go to the imperial city. I'm afraid that the artistic conception could not get out.

He once broke Zhu Yan's Yuan Li cage with the first round of the star shining body, but now in the artistic conception, how to break it?

Song Tianxuan didn't have the slightest way for a moment. If he arrived at the xuanjing, he could use his own artistic conception to suppress and break it, or win in the artistic conception, but now there is no possibility of either.

He has no artistic conception, and can't use Yuqi. Facing a strong man in the early stage of Xuanshen, he has no chance to win.

"Ha ha, no matter how strong you are, you can't surpass me in my artistic conception. Besides, you are just a late stage of the spirit. You haven't even formed a spirit elixir. It's a great honor to die in my artistic conception." Jing Zhizhao laughs.

"Drag it down..." Song Tianxuan only had this idea in his heart. As long as he didn't die, everything could happen.

With the shock of his wings, song Tianxuan disappeared.

"It's no use. I admit that your body can completely crush the beginning of the elixir, but it can't enter my body." Jing Zhizhao looks at Song Tianxuan, who appears in front of him, waving his blue fists and standing there calmly, motionless.

The dragon fist flew out and hit Jing Zhizhao on the cheek.

With a dull sound of "bang", the blue light flew away, but Jing Zhizhao watched the blue light dissipate in front of his eyes with a smile.

"Bang Bang..."

Song Tianxuan didn't give up, but hit Jing Zhizhao's body protecting Xuanqi.

"I said, it's no use, three breath. After three breath, you will die." Jing Zhizhao laughs.

But the next moment, his body protecting Xuanqi began to shake

A breath

Song Tianxuan didn't know when he had a pen in his hand. His left fist flew out from all directions 18 times in one breath.

The right hand only draws a symbol between one breath and the "double" character.

The eighteen fists were close at hand, but Jing Zhizhao didn't stop him. In his opinion, he had already made a killing move, and he wanted to kill with one blow.

However, the eighteen fists were not stopped as he imagined.

In the 16th fist, the body protecting Xuanqi began to vibrate violently.

In the 17th fist, a tiny crack suddenly appeared in the body protecting Xuanqi.

The eighteenth punch, impartial, hit hard on the crack.

"Pa" a crisp ring from the protection of Xuanqi upload, the green dragon boxing in the "times" character blessing, finally broke through the protection of Xuanqi, hard hit on the body of Jing Zhizhao, but nothing happened.

"Ha ha, I said, it's useless. If you were in xuanyingjing, this fist might hurt me, but you..."

"Boom, boom..." before Jing Zhizhao finished, he heard three loud noises coming from his chest. A burning sensation spread all over Jing Zhizhao's body.

Jing Zhizhao retreats rapidly. In a flash, he is thousands of feet away from Song Tianxuan. He looks at the scorched black on his chest.

"How can it be? How is that possible? " Jing Zhizhao looks at the clothes cracked on his chest in surprise.

But song Tianxuan's mouth is a grin, the wind and thunder wings are flapping, the distance of thousands of Zhang is only in a moment.

The three explosions were the three thunder Dan, wrapped in the last dragon fist. He was also gambling. If the 18th fist was not broken, the thunder Dan could blow it. If it was broken, it would be the result now.

It's another breath.

Song Tianxuan has been to Jing Zhizhao's side, but only a hundred feet away.

"So far, to hurt me is enough for you to be proud in reincarnation." Jing Zhizhao looked at Song Tianxuan fiercely and said, "no, you are so scared. How can you get to reincarnation?"

Said, hands toward the back of a Yang, will be thrown out of the light ball.

Song Tianxuan was shocked. In a flash, a talisman flew out of his right hand. In a moment, he did not know how many talismans he had drawn. When life and death were in crisis, he could decide his life and death in every moment.