C692 Shooting Zhang Qiufeng
C692 Shooting Zhang Qiufeng
Elder Xu's expression changed greatly as he cried out involuntarily: "This artifact contains the power of an ancient giant dragon. It can imprison any martial artist. Yang Pann... It's dangerous! "
"Kid, prepare to die!"
On the stage, Zhang Qiufeng's eyes flashed with a sharp killing intent, the sword in both of his hands rushed towards Yang Pann unrestrainedly, the sword held high, lightning flashed on the sword, and was about to slash down at Yang Pann.
"Zhang Qiufeng, stop!" At this time, Zhao Ruijie stood up and shouted loudly.
Zhang Qiufeng stopped in front of Yang Pann, the killing intent in his eyes slowly dissipating, replacing it was a look of regret.
Yes, Zhang Qiufeng deeply regretted it, he really wanted to take this opportunity to kill Yang Pann. He wanted to end this once and for all, but as the referee, Zhao Ruijie had no choice but to stop.
He knew that Yang Pann was a seeded participant that Jiang Xiangtian had nurtured. If he really killed Yang Pann, especially when Zhao Ruijie shouted for him to stop, Jiang Xiangtian would definitely vent his anger on him.
Right now, he still wanted to obtain Jiang Xiangtian's consent and support, and even wanted to hug the beauty to return to. Thus, he didn't dare to go all out and completely annihilate her, which caused Jiang Xiangtian to be unhappy.
"Instructor Zhao stopped us, is it because the victor has already been decided?"
Zhang Qiufeng raised his treasured sword, his mouth revealing a smile of victory, he looked at the stage and asked in an interested manner.
Zhao Ruijie's heart was in his throat.
Even though the scene was in an uproar, he suddenly felt that the surroundings had quietened down. He only heard Zhang Qiufeng's question — —
"Have the victories and losses been decided?"
Sensing that everyone was looking at him, Zhao Ruijie lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly as his eyes turned gloomy. Cold sweat started to trickle down from his forehead, and his entire body could not help but tremble.
Did Yang Pann fail?
Did Mr Jiang's plan fail? He really couldn't accept it, but what else could he do …
After all, he could not allow Zhang Qiufeng to kill him with a single slash!
Zhao Ruijie pursed his lips tightly, clenching his teeth tightly, the muscles on his face throbbed, and he finally opened his mouth with much difficulty:
"This time, Zhang Qiufeng —"
Before he could even utter the word "win", a voice suddenly resounded from the arena, "Zhang Qiufeng, what are you so anxious about? I haven't lost yet! "
Yang Pann!
Zhao Ruijie's gaze turned and he saw that a small bow had unknowingly appeared in Yang Pann's hands.
An exquisite little bow without a bowstring!
Earth-shaking Bow!
Zhang Qiufeng turned around, his expression instantly changed. He then slowly raised his sword and laughed sinisterly: "Yang Pann, last last-ditch effort, is there any meaning? Since you want to die, then let me help you! "
"You have to have the ability to make me die!" Yang Pann laid on the ground, a mocking smile emerging from the corner of his mouth.
"You're still being stubborn even when death is at hand!?" You can't blame me! " Zhang Qiufeng was enraged, he immediately swung his sword down!
"Too slow!"
Yang Pann activated his Spiritual Sense, whoosh whoosh whoosh! Streams of rich spirit energy flew out from the Dragon Tooth Rope, rushing towards the Earth-shaking Bow!
In the blink of an eye, the spirit energy on the Dragon Tooth was completely absorbed. Its color became extremely dark and gloomy. The sections were broken, just like dead snakes!
"How, how is this possible?"
Zhang Qiufeng took a step back in fear. He forgot to attack, forgot to run, and mumbled to himself.
Dragon's whisker rope was a treasure of the Zhang Family. It was rumored that the ancestor of the Zhang Family had once killed a flood dragon deep in the mountains and lakes of a certain secret realm.
This ancestor used a dragon's whisker as a material, and imitated the way he had refined the supreme treasure, the Immortal-Binding Ropes, for thirteen years.
With the power of a flood dragon, the Dragon Tasseled Rope could not only restrict the opponent, but also absorb the Qi from the opponent's body. It truly had countless wondrous uses, and its abilities were limitless.
This treasure, which was highly valued by the Zhang Family, was placed in the treasure pavilion inside the Zhang Family Main House. It was heavily guarded by over a dozen Earth Rank practitioners and they did not dare to easily take it out to display to others.
This time, the matter of Zhang Qiufeng fighting for the position of the Emperor was extremely important, which was why his grandfather took out the treasure so that Zhang Qiufeng could use it and lend him a hand.
Zhang Qiufeng thought that the moment the treasure was taken, Yang Pann would only be able to surrender, but he never thought that the Dragon's Sus were sucked in by the nameless bow in Yang Pann's hands in the blink of an eye, causing him to be extremely shocked.
Yang Pann instantly broke free from the Dragon Tooth Rope, dodging a bolt of lightning that flashed with lightning. He jumped up and stood in mid air.
At the same time, a silver bow and arrow condensed from spirit energy appeared on top of the Earth-shaking Bow!
Yang Pann, who was still in mid air, had instantly pulled the bowstring to the limit. The bow was like a full moon, the spirit energy arrow aimed at the shocked Zhang Qiufeng below, and the bowstring suddenly loosened!
The spiritual energy arrow shot out like lightning!
The arrow suddenly disappeared from the bow, disappearing into the milky white turbulence!
"Chi!"
The piercing sound tore through the air and tore through the silent arena. It was as if ten thousand ghosts were weeping, causing one's scalp to go numb.
The true qi arrow brought with it a milky white flow of true qi, shooting down explosively. Wherever it passed, space collapsed and was torn apart, becoming blurry and distorted.
The scene was as if there were twelve hurricanes blowing, causing smoke and dust to billow, and sand to fly and stones to roll in the air. Everyone felt a terrifying pressure, and their breathing suddenly stopped.
On the arena, terrifying cracks appeared one after another. The green flagstones were crushed, and the stone fragments disintegrated into fine powder. In an instant, the entire arena was in complete disarray.
Zhang Qiufeng's pupils suddenly shrunk to the point of being sharp needles as his heart filled with warning.
"Roar!"
With a loud shout, the majestic Zhen Qi made his clothes flutter up like a flag, and his hair flew up in the air, condensing into a layer of Zhen Qi armor that covered his entire body.
Immediately, a sword ray the size of a door pierced through the air, shooting towards the spiritual energy arrow like a rainbow piercing through the sun!
Boom!" With an earth-shattering explosion, it shook the eardrums of everyone present, causing waves of intense pain. Then, everything became deathly silent!
Everyone was temporarily deaf, and the surroundings were silent.
But he could clearly see that as the waves of air tumbled, Zhang Qiufeng flew twenty meters away with a pool of fresh blood and fell off the stage.
Zhang Qiufeng lowered his head with great difficulty, and looked at his own chest. and panic.
A flower had bloomed on his chest, a blood flower, and a sorrowful, beautiful blood flower.
In the middle of the flower of blood was a transparent hole!
His body was damaged, his meridians were broken, his acupoints were shattered, and he had lost all of his cultivation!
Even a genius doctor with an earth-shattering ability would be powerless to face such a serious injury.
Zhang Qiufeng laughed, his laugh had an extra miserable score. Laughter scores outside of pain, pain deep into the marrow!
His efforts were in vain. His heart was now even emptier than the hole in his chest.
He was originally a disciple of a clan's Zhang Family, and would be the strongest successor of the Zhang Family Patriarch. He had comprehended Martial Soul at the age of eight, stepped into the Early Yellow Rank at the age of ten, and possessed Early Profound Rank cultivation at the age of twenty.
Having received personal guidance from Yun Zhongzi, he was judged by Yun Zhongzi to be "the only outstanding person amongst the young generation that could possibly stand shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Jian Shen in the future".
After that, he would join Chinese Elite Junior Group and become a Deputy Chief Instructor. He had achieved miraculous feats, and was rarely defeated. His colleagues were envious of him, and tens of thousands of people revered him. He was known as the undefeatable legend of Junior Group.
Today, he wanted to fight for the position of Junior Group Under Heaven, and step into the new pinnacle of life. From then on, he would build new achievements, go up to new heights, get Jiang Xiangtian's appreciation, bring back the beauty, and even become one of the three great reverends of the Martial God of China, or even join the Martial Alliance …
The entire journey had been arduous and glorious!
His life seemed to be close to perfection.
Furthermore, he had indeed seen the light of victory envelop him. The Dragon whisker had tied Yang Pann up like a dead fish, and Yang Pann had already become his meat on the chopping block.
In that moment, it was as if endless glory had filled his body. His future prospects in embroidery had already been laid out beneath his feet. He was triumphant, complacent!
But just at that moment, Yang Pann shot out an arrow, which destroyed all of his plans.
How could he not feel pain?
Two sounds of breaking through the air resounded. Old Bian and Jiang Yuwei flew past and landed beside Zhang Qiufeng.
Seeing this, Jiang Yuwei was so shocked that he retreated a step.
Following that, sparkling teardrops rolled down her face as she covered her mouth with her hand to suppress the sobs that were about to burst out.
She stretched out her right hand, and a palm that was like a dried twig covered Zhang Qiufeng's forehead.
With his left hand, he stuffed the three golden healing pellets into Zhang Qiufeng's mouth, and with a light slap, he guided the pellets into Zhang Qiufeng's stomach.
At this time, Plain Old Que's right hand released streams of milky white Innate Qi that rushed into Zhang Qiufeng's body like it was free, helping him to refine the pill.
Bian Lao Que's actions were simple, but the effects were obvious. Following his movements, the blood flowing from the wound on Zhang Qiufeng's chest immediately stopped.
There was even an extremely strong mysterious aura that was helping his cells to split and quickly heal.
These three Golden Body Pills were made by the Medical Center of the Ministry of Logistics. Each of them was worth tens of millions. And the way Old Bian Que healed his injuries was also the secret technique sent by the Ancient Martial Arts Sect way of medicine, the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley!
Relying on this heaven-defying art and the precious medicinal pellets, Bian Lao Que was only barely able to pull Zhang Qiufeng back from the brink of death.
Zhang Qiufeng's face was as white as paper, but he was still conscious, only, his eyes were drooping down, he did not even look at Jiang Yuwei who was secretly crying.
He only lowered his head slightly to look at the empty wound on his chest. In that instant, many scenes from the past appeared in his mind.
When he was trying to comprehend the Martial Soul, his parents were wild with joy. They had the importance of the family when the feeling of being in the early stages of Yellow Rank, the earnest teachings and warnings of the clan s higher-ups when they joined the Mount Shu Mountain, the high spirits of being a chief instructor when they joined the Junior Group, the envious eyes of their team members and colleagues when they killed the Evil Martial Cultivator to complete their missions, and also... Last night, his father had called him into the study, giving him earnest advice and hope …
Suddenly, with his last bit of strength, he gently but firmly pushed aside the right hand that Bian Po was healing him with.
"Instructor Zhang, you —"
Jiang Yuwei advised with tears in his eyes, "Qiu Feng, could it be that you want to cripple it yourself?"
Zhang Qiufeng didn't even raise his head to look at her, and gave a pitiful laugh: "I'm already crippled!"
With his cultivation crippled, he would no longer have the chance to step into the Innate Realm, let alone step into the Peak of Martial Dao.
To the Zhang Qiufeng who was immersed in the Martial Dao, this was no different from total death. Even if he was alive, he would still live like a dog!