Author: Dimension Theory

"What do you want?" Wang Zijia mocked, looking at Feng Yingzhong and said:

"Originally, we don't have a life-and-death feud, but Taoist friend is too arrogant. In the past month, he has made many 'invitations' based on the trust of my tens of thousands of masters. Now that I am here today, what do you think?

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"What a loud tone!" Feng Yingzhong was about to mock again as he spoke.

"Fight!"

But just as he opened his mouth, the long sword floating beside Wang Zijia slashed into the void on the right.

"laugh!"

With a strange sound, a flying head that quietly approached Wang Zijia was chopped out by the long sword and split into two halves.

"Ha, I don't have a long memory!" Wang Zijia snorted coldly, a long sword flew into his hand, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Feng Yingzhong.

Feng Yingzhong's body swayed and transformed into dozens of figures. He held a dark red blood stick that was only two feet long in his hand and rushed towards Wang Zijia.

Long swords were flying, cold light flashed, and blood sticks were dancing, accompanied by phantoms flying out across the sky. It was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

For a moment, flying swords were flying in the sky, and clones, flying heads, and headless monster bodies were fighting together.

The battle started without warning.

Many clever ones below began to run away quietly, while some bold ones watched the battle in the sky.

The battle lasted for a while, and Feng Yingzhong's face turned dark.

Although strictly speaking, this was their first official confrontation, they had also collided head-on several times at the Three Realms Temple.

That time, he clearly felt that the opponent's cultivation level was not comparable to his, but his methods were very strong. This was why he dared to be so arrogant and wanted to regain his position.

But in just less than two months, the opponent has become so much stronger. His cultivation level is no different from his, and his methods are even more astonishing.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have gotten into this kind of trouble!!!

unlucky!

"Why are fellow Taoists so angry? If something happens, let's sit down and have a good chat. If there is any misunderstanding, just let it go!"

After colliding with each other for a while, and roughly figuring out the other party's details, Feng Yingzhong really wanted to back down.

At this moment, Wang Zijia also roughly understood the other party's details, and his eyes suddenly turned cold as he said:

"Are you thinking of making peace now? I remember, what fellow Taoist said a few days ago, I don't have the nerve to cry and want to make peace!"

"you······"

After saying this, before Feng Yingzhong could continue speaking, Wang Zijia suddenly waved his hand.

'False spirits take advantage of the way: ancient luck will come true!'

A blurry shadow merged into Wang Zijia's body. Wang Zijia expanded rapidly and emerged in the form of a dharma. As if inviting a spirit to descend from a god, Wang Zijia's aura also grew rapidly.

"It's so easy to increase your strength so much. What kind of secret method is this?!"

Feng Yingzhong's pupils shrank sharply, and he had no time to think. He reached out and took off the head from his neck. His figure also expanded rapidly, and the Dharma appeared.

Immediately after he threw his head, the huge flying head disappeared into the void and rushed towards Wang Zijia. The headless corpse also fought with Wang Zijia again with a short stick.

However, the aura of Wang Zijia, who was blessed by the Dharma, was already several stages stronger than that of Feng Yingzhong.

"Too!"

The long sword in his hand slashed out with one strike!

"bump!"

The powerful sword light was blocked by the stick carried by the headless corpse. When the phantom danced in the sky was instantly shattered, the headless dharma image was slashed dozens of miles away by the sword and landed in the wilderness outside the city.

Before the opponent could take a breath, Wang Zijia wanted to catch up again and replenish his sword.

At this time, the huge flying head was hanging in the void, and its long hair suddenly turned into blood-colored chains, surrounding Wang Zijia from all directions.

Wang Zijia made a movement, and the remaining four long swords flew towards Feng Ying Zhong in the distance. His own eyes flashed with cold light, and mana crazily poured into the swords in his hands.

'The Way of the Sword: The Seven Swords of Cutting the Sky!'

The huge spiritual sword shadow was slashed out again.

The blood-red chains that filled the sky immediately shattered. Given the huge gap in strength, Huandao's fancy methods were completely useless.

Feitou was directly split in half by Wang Zijia's sword, shattered by the sword energy, and exploded into two bloody balls.

"puff!"

On the other side, the headless Faxiang, surrounded by four swords, responded to the bell. At the moment when his flying head shattered, the entire Faxiang froze as if struck by lightning.

The four long swords instantly penetrated his body as if they were alive.

The huge dharma image exploded and filled the sky with phantoms. Feng Yingzhong fell out of it, staggered a few steps, and a mouthful of blood spurted out along with his internal organs.

Probably because of the previous lesson, he did some tricks. After the flesh and blood left the body, it quickly turned into a phantom and was annihilated, as if he had spit out fake blood.

But from his pale complexion and sluggish aura, it could be seen that the other party was definitely seriously injured.

Surrounded by small shields, he glanced coldly at Wang Zijia, who rushed up again. This time he didn't say any harsh words, and his figure quickly disappeared.

"Haha! Are you trying to run away now? Do you really think that my curse system is just a decoration?"

Seeing this, Wang Zijia didn't panic at all.

He grabbed the void with one hand, and a large net composed of golden threads emerged. It was actually the causal net that was inserted with the sound when he was walking in the air!

"bump!"

Feng Yingzhong, who had not completely faded, solidified again and fell out.

"you!"

Feng Yingzhong, who had failed to exchange reality with the substitute, had a face full of surprise and uncertainty, his magic power surged, and his figure became insubstantial again, trying to forcefully activate another back-up man.

Wang Zijia immediately pressed his hands into the void, and a causal prison composed of golden threads quickly appeared.

The prison is not a physical ban, but a combination of the sealing path and the causal path, which temporarily cuts off the connection between the opponent and a group of substitutes.

The virtualized Feng Ying Zhong was completely solid, and it was completely unable to sense the aura of any substitute.

For the first time, a look of panic appeared on his frightened face.

But Wang Zijia no longer gave him any time to think about how to deal with it.

The golden light in his eyes soared.

"Magic Eye: Concentrate!"

A strange spiritual light directly penetrated his shield and hit the opponent, making him freeze for a moment.

"Kendo: Here comes the Flying Sword!"

The next moment, the long sword turned into five streams of light, shooting towards the frozen Feng Yingzhong like lightning.

Feng Yingzhong was suddenly struck by the magic of the mind and spirit, and was in a daze for a moment. Fortunately, he was also a monk of the mind and spirit, so he only froze for a moment before recovering.

At this time, Feijian was already rushing towards him, and his whole body of mana surged into the small shield in front of him.

"Jingle bell!"

"Crack!"

Five long swords hit the shield at the same time, making Feng Yingzhong feel like he was struck by lightning, as if he was being besieged by several gods at the same time.

The shield only lasted for a moment before exploding.

Five long swords were inserted directly into his body.

"bump!"

His body once again turned into a phantom and was annihilated. A dozen feet away, a figure fell out awkwardly.

There was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and his face was pale. It was obvious that he had used some kind of life-saving means.

Wang Zijia on the side seemed to have expected it. Before the opponent could take a breath, the dark red flying sword turned into a stream of light again and rushed forward.

"etc!"

The other party wanted to say something.

Wang Zijia ignored the opponent at all. This time, the five long swords formed a pentagonal formation and directly surrounded the opponent in the middle.

"burst!"

Suddenly, under Feng Yingzhong's astonished gaze, five dark red swords exploded.

The scorching fire and viscous lava turned into a dark and raging ghost mist, sweeping across a radius of ten miles in an instant.

The extreme heat mixed with the cold ghost mist, causing secondary explosions of crystals and third explosions of mana.

Feng Yingzhong originally fluctuated again, trying to transform his body into a substitute, but failed to do so and was directly enveloped by the explosion.

"Bump!"
To be continued...