Chapter 263 Zombie King 2

But this time, the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king has been prevented for a long time. With a wave of his arm, he blocked in front of his right eye, and the glittering sword was suddenly caught in his hand.

Feng Xiaotian was shocked at first sight and quickly pinched the sword to recall the light sword, but let the light sword rush to the west in the hand of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, he could not get rid of the palm of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king.

"Ji Jie! It's still the best spiritual weapon! Just think of it as interest that hurts me!" The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king smiled, grabbed the light sword tightly with one hand, and gently scratched the light sword with an empty hand. Only a harsh metal cross-draw sound was heard, and the light sword suddenly made a sad cry.

Feng Xiaotian only felt that his connection with the light sword was suddenly cut off. Because of the connection between his mind, Feng Xiaotian was suddenly hurt, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood surged up, turned into blood rain, and sprayed in the dust.

The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king gently threw the light sword, and the light sword suddenly sank into his body. This short time, since Feng Xiaotian's cultivation, the light sword has changed its owner.

Feng Xiaotian's heart ached. This light sword was given to him by a real person. On the road of cultivation, he accompanied himself to the north and south to defeat countless strong enemies. If he lost like this, how could he be willing?

"Gun back my sword!" Feng Xiaotian roared, but he did not dare to fight close to him. With a flash in his hand, a simple bow without bow strings appeared in his hand, and there was a dragon head at each end of the bow body. It was the magic sound dragon bow collected in the underground palace not long ago!

At this time, Feng Xiaotian's body was left with the magic sound dragon bow and the Sakyamuni tower just collected. He didn't know how to use the Sakyamuni pagoda, so he had to take out the magic sound dragon bow, hoping to defeat the enemy and win.

Feng Xiaotian holds the bow and injects the fire true qi into the bow. Two thin flames are spit out from the dragon heads at both ends of the bow and converge to form a bow string composed of flames.

Feng Xiaotian gently pulled the flame bow string, and an arrow composed of flames was on the bow. Feng Xiaotian no longer hesitated. He raised the magic sound dragon bow, aimed at the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, and shot it fiercely.

The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king had just won a top-quality spiritual weapon. He was proud of himself. Suddenly, he saw that the other party pulled out a strange bow and could shoot a flame arrow. He was originally a very yin body, and what he was most afraid of was the flame. He quickly stretched out his arm to block it.

The flame arrows were shot on the arm of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king. Only the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king screamed. The black hair on his arm had already burned. The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king quickly extinguished it with his other hand, and the distorted expression on his face looked terrible.

Feng Xiaotian saw that it was effective, and he was overjoyed. The true fire spirit poured into the bow, and the flame arrows sprinkled like raindrops on the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king.

The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king roared, and his arms waved frantically in front of him. Many flame arrows were blown away. However, its target was too big. Many flame arrows still fell on it one after another, burning the black hair on its body to pieces, and red skin was exposed in many places.

Feng Xiaotian is more and more brave. The biggest advantage of this magic dragon bow is that it saves Zhenqi. Often a small ray of Zhenqi can shoot several arrows in a row, burning a ten-thousand-year-old zombie king to jump, and many private houses around are trampled down by it.

Feng Xiaotian was in high spirits at this time. While shooting arrows, he raised his voice and said, "You monster, hurry up and give me back my light sword. I will consider letting you live. Otherwise, I will shoot you into a hedgehog!"

"Wow!" Hearing this, the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king roared to the sky. It suddenly stopped its arms against the flame arrow, its arms drooped, clenched its fists, and let the flame arrow ignite a lot of black hair on its body.

In a short time, a black smoke suddenly filled the body of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, which firmly protected his body, but Feng Xiaotian did not dare to stop, and the flame arrows continued to shoot one after another!

After a while, the black smoke slowly dissipated, but the body of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king's body changed greatly. His whole body was covered with a thick layer of armor. The armor was bright and transparent, emitting an incomparable chill. Even if the wind was far away, he felt the chill invading bones. The thick armor was full of ice!

The flame arrow of Feng Xiaotian lost its effect. The flame arrow hit on the ice armor. It either slipped to one side or extinguished all of a sudden. It did no damage to the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, which made Feng Xiaotian depressed for a while, so he had to stop and stop shooting flame arrows.

"Haha, boy, aren't you exhausted? How can I see how you hurt me this time? The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king smiled proudly and walked towards Feng Xiaotian as he spoke.

Feng Xiaotian hurriedly entered the cold true qi into the magic dragon bow. A cold ice arrow broke out of the air and shot at the ten-thousand-year-old zombie. However, as soon as the cold arrow touched the ice armor of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, it strangely integrated into the armor, which not only did not hurt the other party, but also seemed to increase the thickness of the opponent's armor.

While retreating his body, Feng Xiaotian entered the dark color true qi of the earth attribute into the magic sound dragon bow. A stone arrow also broke out of the air and hit the ice armor of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, but hit a small pit with the ice armor, which was useless.

In desperation, Feng Xiaotian had to input the last kind of true qi in his body into the magic sound dragon bow. With a crackling electric spark, an arrow composed of pure thunder and lightning was put on the string.

"Pray!" Feng Xiaotian scolded softly, and the thunder and lightning arrows shot at the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king with the last hope of Feng Xiaotian, but the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, relying on ice armor, he could not avoid it at all.

With a "pop", the thunder and lightning arrow shot on the right shoulder of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king. Strangely, the thunder and lightning arrow neither penetrated the ice armor nor slipped to one side, but strangely attached to the ice armor.

However, the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king stagnated and stopped. He felt numbness and pain on his right shoulder. He brushed it with his hand, but even his palm became numb, and he couldn't help roaring.

Feng Xiaotian looked at it and said to himself, "Hey hey, there is a door!" His men did not stop, and thunder and lightning arrows shot out one after another and fell on all parts of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king.

Those ice arrows shot out are attached to the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king. The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king is shocked and angry, and his whole body is numb and painful. From a distance, its body is surrounded by thunder and lightning, and it seems to be wearing a dress made of thunder and lightning.

Feng Xiaotian is unforgiving. He transforms all the true qi in his body into a thunderbolt true qi, and enters the magic sound dragon bow like a money, forming a thunder and lightning arrow, all shooting at the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king.

Although the ice armor of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king is extremely hard, the thunder and lightning arrow contains the thunder and lightning arrow can reach the skin of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king through the ice armor without damaging the ice armor. Although it does not form too much damage, it also makes the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king roar.

"Kid, your thunder and lightning arrow can't kill me. When you run out of your true anger, it will be when your boy dies. At that time, I will definitely tear you to pieces, which has eliminated my hatred!" The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king roared and moved his huge body to Feng Xiaotian, but he did not move fast in the first place. Then he put on thick ice armor and moved slowly. His two huge arms were flying, but he could not touch Feng Xiaotian's figure.

Feng Xiaotian's body was full of real energy, and he was not in a hurry for a moment. While shooting an arrow, he raised his voice and threatened, "Wu that monster, hand over the light sword quickly. Otherwise, the master will keep shooting like this and shoot you to death!"

The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king was not willing to believe it. He continued to rush to Feng Xiaotian. After half an hour of stalemate, the thunder and lightning arrows issued by Feng Xiaotian were still very dense, while the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king was wrapped in lightning, and the pain was unbearable.

"Ah!" The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king howled wildly, and finally couldn't help the severe pain all over his body. He summoned out the light sword and was ready to throw it back to Feng Xiaotian. He really couldn't stand the toss of Feng Xiaotian's thunder and lightning arrows. The power attached to his body was more and more, and his body was also getting more and more painful. He couldn't help thinking that his claws were extremely hard. It's better to return this flying sword to that boy.

The light sword is worthy of being a top-quality spiritual weapon. Once summoned, it unexpectedly cooperated with the huge body of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, and became extremely huge. The huge sword body flashed purple in the sun.

Before the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king had time to throw out the light sword, something strange happened. The lightning wrapped around the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king seemed to have found an outlet and gathered towards the light sword together. Soon, all the lightning gathered on the tip of the light sword, forming a huge white lightning ball.

The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king obviously felt that there was terrible energy in the lightning ball. He did not dare to neglect it. He threw the light sword in his hand. The lightning ball at the tip of the sword was immediately thrown out and fell in the residential house in the distance. He only heard a loud noise. Where the lightning ball fell, the smoke and dust suddenly splashed, and several rows of residential houses were huge. It collapsed in the sound.

"Haha, it turns out that you can resist your thunder and lightning arrows like this. Boy, what else do you have this time?" The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king laughed proudly when he saw this. The thunder and lightning on his body were all attracted by the light sword, and there was a burst of comfort all over his body. The thunder and lightning arrows shot by Feng Xiaotian also gathered on the light sword, which was thrown out by the ten-thousand-year zombie king.

Feng Xiaotian was depressed. His weapon was taken away by the other party, but it was used to deal with himself. He felt very uncomfortable, and now he had no new tricks against the enemy. Looking at the approaching of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, Feng Xiaotian had to dodge with his quick body. If he fled at this moment It's okay to go, but if you want to take back the lightsaber, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch it!