Chapter 117 would rather die than retreat
Zhang Yuanling's sword came out, and a light ball quickly flew above his head. The golden light ball was like a huge sun shining aurora. Taoist aurora, shooting into the ring.
The blood river map of Boss Shang lifted the rolled up the blood and was suppressed by the huge light ball. The eight dark lights bombarded the light ball, as if the comet hit the moon. The aurora dispersed, the earth and rocks flew away, and the whole Xu shook violently. The golden light ball could not withstand the impact of the eight light balls, and it was completely annihilated after a burst of aurora.
Although the eight dark lights have not dissipated, their power has been reduced to the extreme. Zhang Yuan held a spiritual sword, and the sword gathered spirits. He flew out and scattered the light of Jiuyin, which had reduced its power.
The blood river that originally fell rumbled again at this time, and Boss Shang held an ancient sword and revealed his real body from the blood river. Seeing Zhang Yuan's strength, Boss Shang's murderous intention added a little more. He used his field to suppress Zhang Yuan. In the field, he is the controller. A sand and grass can be turned into a sharp sword to assassinate the other party. As soon as the field came out, Zhang Yuan felt as if he was in the palm of others and was under control step by step. The surrounding space seems to be suppressing itself. No matter how you resist, you can't escape from the shackles of the field.
"Kid, I am in charge of my field. You will die today." Boss Shang said:
Zhang Yuan said, "You have the realm of heaven, and I intend to achieve it. Wherever my thoughts go, it is attacked by the gods. After saying that, Zhang Yuan used his ideas. Wherever he went, everything was under the control of his royal god. At the beginning, when he did not become Yun Xiaoqiang, although Zhang Yuan could make the field of ideas, he could not control the space of ideas. Now that he has become strong and has reached the realm of imperial gods, he can naturally control his own thought space.
Boss Shang urged the field, and suddenly the blood in the blood river and the sand and dust in the space turned into a small sword to kill Zhang Yuan. The dense sword is more dense than the rainstorm.
Zhang Yuan's mind became, and he clearly felt every flying sword. He came out of the gods, divided into thousands of divine knowledge, and agreed to attack thousands of sharp swords. The sound was endless, and after these tiny swords fell, they returned to their original colors. These tiny swords were originally melted by blood and dust, and after falling, they will naturally turn into dust and blood.
Boss Shang's body shook for a while and then disappeared. In his field space, he can go wherever he wants to go. He doesn't need to fly, just a thought.
Seeing that the boss of Shang disappeared, Zhang Yuan was not surprised at all, all in his prediction. When the boss of the businessman is now, he is a few meters behind Zhang Yuan. Shang's ancient sword roared like a storm and tsunami. With the movement of his long sword, the power of the field also firmly restricted Zhang Yuan's actions.
Zhang Yuanzhen's anger rose, and the sword and the god attacked at the same time. The spiritual sword was intertwined with the long sword roaring at the boss of Shang. The two's spiritual swords were still in contact, and Zhang Yuan's royal god took the lead in attacking.
Boss Shang sticks to his mind and forcibly resists Zhang Yuan's attack with consciousness. However, he is not good at using divine attacks, so the two gods attack each other, and Boss Shang is at a disadvantage.
The two powerful swordsmanship finally collided with each other. Zhang Yuan's cultivation time was very short. No matter how talented he was, his true spirit would not be too strong. After a strong blow, Zhang Yuan's breath was dull, as if he had a stone in his heart and couldn't breathe. Boss Shang attacked Zhang Yuan with the momentum of destroying wood with thunder stones.
Zhang Yuan spit out a mouthful of blood to relieve his dull breath. After breathing smoothly, Zhang Yuan's sword spirit is vertical and cold, and powerful as the boss of the merchant. Even in the face of enemies stronger than himself, Zhang Yuan is never afraid. Either you die or the other party dies. The reason why he fought so hard against the boss is to give Yi Yun more time to kill each other's masters.
When the two fought, Yi Yun killed four ferocious demons Yunxiao with absolute strength.
Yu Li saw Zhang Yuan's blood spit out, and she could no longer care about anything. She flashed and flew hundreds of meters away. The forgiveness of the desolation family soared. He grabbed the front with his big hand, and a hundred-foot-long palm grabbed Yu Li back like chasing the stars.
"Father, can you let me help him?" Yu Li said angrily:
"Ruan Hufa obeyed the order and locked the rain into the fantasy world for a year." The owner of Jianhuang said angrily: Hearing that his father was going to shut himself into the fantasy world, Yuli's face suddenly turned pale. Ruan Hufa was in a dilemma and finally came forward and said, "I obey."
"Father, please forgive my little sister this time. She won't dare to do it again." The young patriarch pleaded anxiously:
The owner of the barren family said angrily, "No, what I said is not remediable."
The young patriarch knelt down in a hurry and said, "Father, if you want to lock up your little sister into the fantasy world, please lock me in together."
"Brother, if you don't ask him, he has never cared about us. Since childhood, he only knows how to throw us into the ghost crying cliff. Even if he dies, he will not be sad." Yuli said:
"Okay, it seems that your wings are really hard and you want to fly away." The master of Jianhuang pointed to Yuli and said, "At this time, his face is obviously very angry. If Yuli hadn't been for his daughter, I'm afraid he would have killed her long ago.
"Little sister, you can't say that about your father. Kneel down and plead guilty to your father and beg him to forgive you." The young patriarch said in fear: He knows his father's character well. If Yuli resists stubbornly to the end, even if he does not die, he will suffer.
"I'm not wrong. I don't kneel." Yuli said resolutely: As soon as he said this, the young master's body trembled violently. He secretly thought anxiously, "It's over, it's over. I'm afraid my little sister is worried about her life." Seeing that his sister dared to resist his father, the young patriarch completely understood that Yu Li had changed and became different from before.
The owner of the barren family smiled and said, "I am so rebellious that I have a daughter like you. If you say that I have never cared about you, then I will treat you today."
After saying that, the owner of Jianhuang was furious, like a surging river. He slowly raised his right hand, and his sleeves were uninspired. The people behind him trembled with fear and sweated coldly. Looking at his father's going to take action, Yuli's face was expressionless and not afraid at all. In the past, she would have knelt down and begged her father for forgiveness, but today, I don't know where she came from such courage.
"Please calm down," Yi Tianqiu came out of the clouds and said, "Yu Li is still young, and it was only because of a moment of urgency that he said such rebellious words. Master, if you make a big mistake because of a moment of anger and forgiveness, won't the master regret the mistakes of the day for the rest of his life?
Seeing the appearance of Yi Tianqiu, the owner of Huangjian withdrew his right palm and laughed and said, "It turned out to be Brother Yi. I'm dealing with the family affairs here to make Brother Yi laugh."
Yi Tianqiu said, "Master, as far as I know, Yuli has always been a very filial child. Please look at my thin face and forgive her this time."
The owner of Jianhuang said with a smile, "Brother Yi immediately opens his mouth. How dare I not to disove? I will never pursue today's affairs."
Yi Tianqiu said, "Thank you for giving me a thin face," and Yi Tianqiu disappeared.