Chapter 818: Mentality, Zhao Jingfeng falls

In a simple defensive light shield, Su Twelve controlled two puppet bodies, standing with Master Tianhong and two other Huanxing Sect monks in the five-element orientation, supporting the defensive light shield.

Seeing that Shen Miaoyin's life was in danger, the two of them were trembling wildly. The formation was affected and was directly broken.

The moment the formation broke, Zhao Jingfeng led his men to kill Su Twelve, "Su Twelve, die for me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Jingfeng's voice suddenly stopped, as if someone was strangling his throat, and his face turned red instantly.

"How...how could it be?"

Zhao Jingfeng's expression became stunned and he struggled hard. But his golden elixir is completely out of control at the moment. After a long period of recuperation, the Yuan-devouring Bloodworm, which had long since recovered, instantly defeated the sealing patterns on the surface of the golden elixir as soon as it received Su Twelve's order.

The golden elixir was out of control, and the true energy in Zhao Jingfeng's body was also in chaos, and his aura kept fluctuating, like a volcano that might erupt at any time.

"Your Highness, how are you... how are you?"

The sudden change immediately attracted the attention of Sun Wenzhu, Duanmu Liuying and others nearby. If Zhao Jingfeng suffers a loss, they will not end up easy. At this moment, they can't even think about continuing to take action against Su Twelve and others. .??.

"Su Twelve, is it you? Are you...looking for death?!" Sun Wenzhu glared at Su Twelve and reacted immediately.

Ignoring Sun Wenzhu's anger, Su Twelve looked at Zhao Jingfeng calmly, "Your life and death depended on Su's thoughts. Do you know why I am taking action against you now?"

Zhao Jingfeng's pupils shrank, and he suddenly understood!

He understood what Su Twelve meant and what Su Twelve said was true. However, the previous battles were all dangerous and dangerous. If Su Twelve was not careful, he might fall. Under such circumstances, he was able to wait until this moment before taking action. His patience and calculation were frightening.

Having guessed Su Twelve's plan, Zhao Jingfeng now had a look of fear in his eyes.

The next second, Su Twelve looked up at Zhao Mingyuan who was about to take action.

"Zhao Mingyuan, the power of the Zhao Dynasty, or your son's life. I don't know... which one is more important!"

"Um?"

The sudden sound made Zhao Mingyuan frown slightly, and with a glance of his consciousness, he already understood Zhao Jingfeng's situation.

"Hmph! What a good Su Twelve, if you dare to hurt my emperor's son's life, I will let you know that life is worse than death!"

With a cold snort, Zhao Mingyuan had no intention of helping him.

The flying sword in front of him reappeared, and with the blessing of true energy, he suddenly transformed into a ten-foot-long dragon. Although the dragon is just a virtual image and not big in size, it exudes dragon power and contains astonishing energy, as majestic and vast as the sea.

"As expected of a once-emperor, he is truly cold-blooded and ruthless! In this case, Zhao Jingfeng's life is useless!!"

Su Twelve shouted coldly, and when he thought again, a bloody red thread rushed out from Zhao Jingfeng's dantian, disappeared into the spirit beast bag on Su Twelve's waist.

On the other hand, Zhao Jingfeng's golden elixir was broken, and his aura reached its peak in an instant.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, Zhao Jingfeng had no time to let out a scream, and his body exploded on the spot. The power of the explosion sent billowing waves of dust.

The sky was full of blood mist, mixed with the flying dust, and no bones were left.

In the air, Zhao Mingyuan remained motionless, activating his true energy with all his strength, controlling the flying sword to transform into a dragon, and headed straight for Shen Miaoyin.

But under the seemingly calm appearance, his clenched fists and a trace of blood slipping from the corner of his mouth were enough to show that he was not in a calm mood at this time.

The dragon transformed by the flying sword was affected by his emotions and flew all the way, almost collapsing several times.

When he rushed to Shen Miaoyin, his offensive was suddenly reduced by three points.

Even so, the overwhelming power is still enough to destroy a Golden Elixir stage Dzogchen monk. Not to mention, Shen Miaoyin only had the cultivation base of the late Golden Elixir stage and was not yet on guard at the moment.

"Roar~"

The dragon roared, filled with Zhao Mingyuan's anger, and swallowed Shen Miaoyin in one mouthful.

Boundless power continued to emanate from the dragon's body. The dragon's soul, which was only in the soul state, kept devouring and absorbing the spiritual source of Shen Miaoyin's body, and the soul became solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This sudden scene stopped everyone in the arena.

The difference was that all the monks from the Great Zhao Dynasty and the Demonic Shadow Palace were smiling.

The monks from the three sects looked ashen as death, and there was only infinite despair in their hearts.

In the air, the aura around Xiao Muzi declined at a speed visible to the naked eye. The belief that supported his persistence collapsed, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The twelve sword energy dragons immediately collapsed, and Xiao Muzi fell directly to the ground.

But before it hit the ground, the blood clouds in the sky gathered, and a bloody long sword came through the air. The blade of the sword sank into Xiao Muzi's back, leaving only the scabbard exposed on the surface of Xiao Muzi's body.

Xiao Muzi fell to the ground and fell unconscious. His whole body was wrapped in a thin blood mist, exuding a strange and evil aura.

Without the long sword dragon to trouble them, the offensive of Ning Yuanqi and the three men stopped.

"Hoho, what a young man who overestimates his capabilities! Looking at his situation, his consciousness is about to be completely swallowed up by the blood demon power in the sword. When he wakes up again, he will become a demon and become a ruthless killing machine!"

"On the other hand, Zhao Mingyuan, as a dragon master, has really impressive methods. He can actually replace the legendary sword spirit with the soul of a dragon!"

Ning Yuanqi squinted his eyes and glanced disdainfully at Xiao Muzi on the ground, then fell on the dragon soul, and his pupils shrank.

Feng Heyu's beautiful eyes tightened, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. "Magical weapons that possess weapon spirits were very rare in ancient times. I don't know where this person found the dragon soul."

"If this dragon soul body is really allowed to swallow that Shen Miao Sound Spiritual Source, the dragon soul body will definitely be able to merge with his flying sword magic weapon. By then... the power of this sword will definitely be far superior to that of the same level, or even higher. Brother Qi, do we want it?

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Ning Yuanqi waved his hands, "No hurry!"

On the side, Zong Lu frowned as he listened to the two voices: "What a good Zhao Mingyuan, he is really scheming. Looking at this situation, I am afraid that from the beginning, he was sure that I would let him take action, and he deliberately pretended to be at a disadvantage. !”

"Hmph! If I had known this, I would never take advantage of him!"

A sour voice sounded, and Zong Lu felt extremely annoyed at this time.

The spiritual source in Shen Miaoyin's body can be swallowed by the dragon soul, and it must also be absorbed by other treasures. He has a lot of evil soldiers on his body, but if he can absorb a few of them, it will be a huge improvement.

After turning his thoughts around, Zong Lu remained calm and slowly moved closer to Zhao Mingyuan's location.

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"Alas! Unexpectedly, I still fell short in the end!"

"Su Twelve, the defeat of the three sects has been determined now. I know that you must have another way to escape. Now that everyone's attention is not here, you should leave quickly!"

Master Tianhong sighed, and then turned to look at Su Twelve.

Su Twelve clenched his fists and looked up at the dragon soul whose aura was constantly rising in the sky. There was no anger, but a solemn expression.

From the rookie trial in the Yunge Sect, to Qifeng Mountain in Yunhan, and then to the Huanxing Sect, scenes of his interactions with Shen Miaoyin flashed quickly in his mind.

The two would say they have a close relationship, but they don't. Over the past hundred years, only a handful of words have been exchanged.

I thought that even if something happened to Shen Miaoyin, I would be able to remain calm and at most avenge her. But at this moment, his heart seemed to be pressed by a big stone, which was difficult to describe.

Hearing Master Tianhong's voice, Su Twelve already had an idea in his heart. Now that the outcome has been decided, no matter what, he must escape. If there is revenge in the future, there is hope!

But just as he was about to leave quietly, Su Twelve's pupils shrank.

Um? That is……