novelaction Chapter 208 I am a warrior, not subject to the rules of heaven and earth
Chapter 208 I am a warrior, not subject to the rules of heaven and earth
Baimei held the Ice Soul Heart in his hand, staring intently at the faint flame.
He felt a breath, a breath that was independent of heaven and earth and did not conform to the laws of nature.
An indomitable and domineering spirit, a spirit that belongs only to warriors.
That energy is so violent and domineering, no matter how big it is, even the sky cannot suppress it.
"Om~"
A red light shot straight into the sky.
The weather in the sky suddenly changed. The cold and gloomy dark clouds instantly turned into fiery clouds, surging violently.
"I've already said that if you are a celestial immortal, do you dare to take my shot from the Vajra Indestructible Realm?"
Ma Zhongtong's voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth. The fiery clouds in the sky gathered into a giant dragon, swooping down to the earth.
"Bang~"
The hundred-foot-high iceberg exploded in an instant, and Ma Zhongtong, holding a spear, moved forward courageously.
Baimei transferred all his cultivation into Bingpo's heart without considering the consequences.
"Defend~", Bingpo's best skill is defense.
What the Ice Soul Heart needs to defend against is Ma Zhongtong's strongest attack.
The spear spun, the fire dragon roared, and the ice in the ice field melted rapidly.
"Ding ~"
The tip of the Fire Dragon Spear hit the Heart of Ice, and tiny cracks spread out in all directions like a spider web.
"roar~"
The fire dragon arrived, a fierce and violent fire dragon, carrying Baimei and rushing out hundreds of meters.
The small hill was gone, replaced by a trench a hundred meters deep and filled with scorched earth.
Bingpo's heart was broken, Baimei's mind was damaged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".
The originally spotless white hair and white clothes were burnt into a charred and messy state.
"Cough cough~"
Baimei coughed and stood up with difficulty, his shrill voice now a little hoarse.
"Fire Dragon, I lost again."
Ma Zhongtong ignored him and turned around to go back to Yinyang Bridge.
"Fire Dragon, tell me why."
Ma Zhongtong did not stop, only one sentence was heard.
"The environment changes with the mind. I am not in the environment, I am a warrior."
Baimei murmured to himself: "You are not in the realm, nor are you in the way of heaven. Wufu, you must open up this dead end of Wufu.
Ma Zhongtong, you are indeed worthy of being me."
Baimei smiled with relief, he knew that he would never be Ma Zhongtong's opponent in this life.
He felt extremely honored to have fought twice with the man who might become a martial god in the future.
On the Yin-Yang Bridge, Si Yongcai and Qi Luo were protecting Meng Yao, one in front and one behind.
Ma Zhan, Chun Xiaoman and Xue Lan all fought with the enemy.
As soon as he met Sun Junyang, Ma Zhan knew that he was no match for him.
There was a bloody hole on the shoulder, which was bleeding continuously, and the right arm had basically lost its combat effectiveness.
Fortunately, he woke up Xiaohuan in advance. Now Sun Junyang’s main opponent is a little girl with great strength and powerful punches.
Ma Zhan held a dagger and was waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
Chun Xiaoman fought hard with a man in green clothes holding a flying claw. The man was Zhu Qing, the leader of the Guanlong Green Clothes Gang.
Chun Xiaoman's dancing light clothes met her nemesis.
Zhu Qing's weapon is a flying claw, which can cause far more damage to Chun Xiaoman than a sword.
Every time the claw struck, several long holes were torn in Chun Xiaoman's clothes.
Chun Xiaoman's fair skin was exposed to Zhu Qing's sight.
Zhu Qing licked his lips and his claws flew up and down.
"Young lady, why don't you surrender to me? I can spare your life."
Xue Lan's opponent was a fat man holding a short hammer in one hand and a chisel in the other.
Yuwen Lei, president of the Guanlong Stonemasons Association.
The fat man used force to defeat clever tactics, which made Xue Lan restricted everywhere.
On the Yin-Yang Bridge, Si Yongcai, holding a ruler, single-handedly withstood the attacks from Guifanlou, Qingyi Gang, and the Stonemasons' Guild.
The beautiful red lips opened and closed, and waves of beautiful singing reached everyone's ears.
The members of the three gangs were uneasy, so Si Yongcai used a ruler to knock them out one by one.
Meng Yao closed her beautiful eyes slightly, then retracted the golden lock. The Blood Cage Formation and the Golden Lock Bewitching Platform were removed, and Meng Hao, bleeding from all seven orifices, knelt on the ground.
Meng Yao didn't even look at Meng Hao, and immediately took out the ink scales, tortoise shells, and golden locks and arranged them in order.
He set up a defensive formation, covering himself, Si Yongcai, and Qiluo inside.
Immediately afterwards, the Seven Emotions and Seven Injuries Formation covered Ma Zhan, Xiao Huan, and Sun Junyang.
The strange and psychedelic array covered Zhu Qing, and the golden lock and bewitching platform covered Baili Lei.
Zhu Qing and Baili Lei were trapped, Chun Xiaoman and Xue Lan returned to Meng Yao.
There were three bloody scratches on Chun Xiaoman's fair left shoulder, and her clothes were torn.
Xue Lan's face was pale, obviously she had internal injuries caused by Baili Lei.
Mengyao concentrated on managing the Seven Emotions and Seven Injuries Formation to prevent Ma Zhan and Xiaohuan from being accidentally injured.
Sun Junyang was affected by the formation and his emotions began to become unstable.
Ma Zhan seized the opportunity, leaned forward, and stabbed Sun Junyang in the back with his dagger.
The experienced Sun Junyang deliberately exposed a flaw in order to lure Ma Zhan into a surprise attack.
Xiaohuan's punches were too powerful, and every time Ma Zhan launched a sneak attack, he missed the best moment and was trapped in the formation.
If the battle drags on, I will definitely lose.
Sun Junyang had an eye behind his head, and he pointed a cold and gloomy air straight at Ma Zhan's face.
In this situation, it is impossible to dodge, and Ma Zhan can only pin his hopes on Shang Jun Fangsheng again.
Just when his head was about to be pierced, Ma Zhan blocked it in time with his left hand.
With a "pop", the palm of his hand exploded, and Shang Jun Fangsheng took away Sun Junyang's cold and gloomy aura again.
Sun Junyang was also speechless. What was wrong with this kid's left hand? My special skill only caused him some minor skin injuries.
The dropped dagger was caught by a hand and continued to stab forward.
Sun Junyang was horrified and immediately gave up defending Xiaohuan. He turned around and held the dagger tightly with his two fingers to prevent it from moving forward.
Sun Junyang plotted against Ma Zhan, and Ma Zhan took advantage of the situation.
His right shoulder had healed long ago, and with the combination of Chitong and Changchun Gong, the healing effect was amazing.
"Bang~"
Sun Junyang's lower back was not stabbed by Ma Zhan, but was hit by Xiaohuan's punch, and his protective qi was dispersed.
Ma Zhan seized the opportunity, released the dagger, and punched Sun Junyang in the lower abdomen with a "bang". Sun Junyang felt that his internal organs moved.
Ma Zhan delivered several punches to Sun Junyang's abdomen, rendering him powerless. Two liver-blasting punches followed closely behind.
Now on the battlefield, there was only Ma Zhan, punching Sun Junyang in the face one punch after another.
Even though Sun Junyang's face was sunken, he had no intention of stopping.
The former Lord of the Nest of Liang State, the de facto leader of the martial arts world, was eventually beaten to death by Ma Zhan punch by punch.
Mengyao looked at Ma Zhan in shock as he continued to swing his punches, blood splattering on his face.
Especially Sanmei and Si Yongcai, they had never seen such a ferocious master and junior master.
"Tiger, be careful."
"Junior Master... Young Master..."
Suddenly, a man in black fell from the sky, and swung the dragon-shaped stick in his hand, sending a gust of wind hitting Ma Zhan's back.
"Bang~"
The wind from the stick was blocked by Guo Shanfeng who was rushing towards him. Guo Shanfeng spat out a mouthful of blood which just happened to hit Ma Zhan's face and he fainted.