Shuanglian, who was punched, naturally got a similar result to Xiao Jiu, but such a serious injury is probably the inevitable result of acting as a bait. Although it took a little effort, it was barely a prepared Zongtian, and it was naturally one step ahead. At this time, after he took a step sideways, he directly threw out the black blade in his left hand, and his people followed closely behind the flying blade.

The sound of breaking wind naturally aroused the young man's vigilance, but he was already a step slower, but he could only narrowly avoid the sharp blade. However, such an action also made him have to face the vertical sky that followed him in an awkward posture. Although there is indeed a big gap in strength, in the face of such a state of affairs, Zong Tian is still calm. There weren't too many tricks, he just used all his strength to slash the white blade in his hand towards the boy's side, bent down because of the dodge.

Although such an attack was somewhat too straightforward, it was impossible for the boy to be unharmed at this time. Looking at the seemingly inexplicable attack, the young man's face also turned cold. His somewhat blackened hand actually grabbed directly at Zongtian's blade, but even if he blocked Zongtian's attack, his hand was half useless.

Although such a strong resistance was something that Zong Tian did not expect, he was quite acceptable to such a result. Self-knowledge has always been a lack of such a thing, so even if Shuanglian gave him a look, he felt that the main force of the attack should not be himself, and such a ferocious attack was actually just a part of Zongtian's continuation of the plan.

Just when the boy was focusing all his attention on Zongtian, he ignored a problem, the black blade that he had dodged did not make any sound again. That kind of metal weapon, besides, it was still thrown with all its might, so it naturally wouldn't fall silently. So at this time, the answer is probably just one, the flying blade has been taken by someone.

In the precious opportunity created by Shuanglian, Zongtian shifted his position horizontally, and such a dangerous move was naturally for this time. It is precisely because his goal is not a person that Zongtian has to make that adjustment. The black blade he threw was flying towards the boy at the same time that he had another target, and that was the Spirit King.

When the Spirit King looked at the inexplicable movement of Zongtian and the blade flying towards him, he naturally had some thoughts. It can be regarded as satisfying Zongtian's resentment just now, although he is not very good at such a weapon, but the weapon in his hand naturally greatly increases the attack power of the Spirit King. Just like Zongtian's straightforward attack, the Spirit King simply swung out the short knife, but her powerful background naturally made her more powerful.

The strong sound of the wind in his ears immediately made the young man's face change, and he didn't have time to turn back, he could only use that awkward posture to forcibly dodge. But even if he dodged, the Spirit King's martial arts would not be so bad, this time it was no longer the loss of half a hand, and the young man's entire left arm was cut off by the Spirit King.

Although there is no scene of blood splashing, the appearance of the young man can only be described as miserable, but at this time, Zongtian is finally relieved.

The injury didn't seem to cause much pain to the boy, and he just looked at the arm that fell to the ground in a daze.

"What you can't get used to, you really can't get used to." A strange mumble floated out of the boy's mouth, but no one could understand such words. However, the boy didn't let the others wait long in confusion, and the scales on his jaw suddenly spread to the entire face, and his body began to swell. In just a few seconds, the boy turned into a giant poisonous snake ten feet long.

If the young man just now just made Zongtian feel that it was difficult to defeat, then in the face of his appearance at this time, Zongtian could only feel hopeless. Because he directly turned into a beast, the young man could no longer speak, but his eyes like ice made the people who had fought with him feel familiar, but the appearance that was magnified dozens of times looked particularly chilling.

In the face of such a huge opponent, just when Zongtian was still immersed in the feeling of not knowing what to do, the giant snake had already flung away Seth who was standing on the side. Not only was he startled by the sudden movement, but he didn't even have time to look in the direction Seth flew out. But instead of worrying about the safety of others, maybe Zongtian should be more worried about himself who is still standing in front of the giant snake.

Although it was the Spirit King who cut off the young man's arm just now, compared to the Spirit King, the Vertical Sky was probably the biggest variable in the whole matter. Without the slightest hesitation, the serpent showed its fangs that were faster than the sky, and the venom that kept sliding down on it also brought a foul-smelling fishy wind.

However, just when the giant snake had not made any movements, the sudden sound of breaking wind made it unconsciously dodge. The thing that flew in was still the black blade of the sky, although compared to the giant snake, the short knife of the sky was like a toothpick, but subconsciously this kind of thing was always uncontrollable.

The black blade that was flashed by the giant snake flew towards the sky quickly, and he, who had done similar things before, naturally understood the spirit king's intentions at this time, but at the same time as he took his weapon, Zongtian was almost injured by the huge force above.

Being frightened by such a small thing naturally made the giant snake a little annoyed and angry, and when it opened its huge mouth threateningly towards the Spirit King, Zongtian was also trying to seize every opportunity on the battlefield. At this time, all the soul energy was condensed by the sky on the black blade that had just arrived, and the black blade produced the strongest death qi in history. It's just that Zongtian's all-out stabbing move disappeared after destroying one of the scales of the giant snake.

Even though it was only a scale, the wound still made the serpent painful. Like lightning, the serpent suddenly launched an attack on the sky, but someone came into contact with it earlier. The Spirit King pushed away the sky at this time, although this action was obviously to save him, but the whole person flew out of the sky with a different feeling, if it weren't for the fact that he had become a lot stronger at this time, then this was like the force of being hit by a car, and most of them would kill him directly.

The Spirit King's blow made Zongtian fly out of a distance of tens of meters, and then Zongtian was a little unlucky and hit his head, trapping Yang Ling's pillar of light, although such an impact did not make too much noise, but the force of the impact was only known to Zongtian, who had a sweet throat.

After slowing down on the ground for nearly a minute, Zong Cai slowly got up. The first thing he had to do after getting up was naturally to determine the Spirit King's condition. Although the Spirit King did not fall at this time, the dangerous dodge was also illustrating their increasingly faint hope.

Is that really the only way to do it? Just after despair had penetrated all of the sky, his afterglow caught a glimpse of Yang Ling, who looked a little leisurely in the light prison. Although he had personally tested the sturdiness of the cage just now, Yang Ling's appearance still made Zong Tian a little angry.

"Lao Yang, can't you really come out?" Although the feeling of hitting the light prison just now was like being mounted on a steel plate, Zong Tian, who had seen Yang Ling's strength in the mountain city, still had some doubts.

"The question you're asking is as stupid as the anger you just asked." Obviously, something was evident from Zongtian's expression, but Yang Ling was still dutifully using the tricks he had used in Mountain City. Although that black color was only wrapped around Yang Ling's hand, the unscathed light curtain also explained all the problems.

Just when the sky was looking around at the cage, Yang Ling was also looking carefully, although he really didn't have much hope, but Yang Ling naturally hoped that some miracle would happen at this time, and in this way, he could probably make himself worthy of the recuperation just now. It's just that the result is disappointing to everyone, and the seemingly warm sunshine just continues to sprinkle around Yang Ling.

Some of the unbelieving Zong Tian swung their short knives again, but apart from a few harsh grinding sounds, he got nothing. Just when Zongtian was lying on the wall of light in some despair, an inconspicuous thing at his feet caught his attention.

Is this a soul? Zongtian carefully recognized. Naturally, there was nothing new about what he got in the mountain city, but the thing that fell out of Zongtian's bosom was staying in a place where it shouldn't be. Although it was only a little bit, the soul mortar did slightly probe into the wall of light.

Cautiously leaned down, and carefully pushed the soul mortar, and it really poked into the light as if it had not been stopped. Zongtian's strange movements naturally attracted Yang Ling's attention, and the soul mortar that penetrated into the light also surprised him.

"This is ......" Yang Linggang wanted to say something, but Zongtian's action made him shut up.

At this time, Zongtian had carefully picked up the soul mortar, and with the movement of the soul mortar, the light actually cracked a gap like paper cut by a sharp blade. Seeing this situation, Yang Ling also cautiously probed into the crack with his hand, but although his fingers did pass through that crack, it was like that, after all, the gap was only so narrow, and at this time, he could only let his fingers feel some freedom instead of him.