Chapter 279 Old Ghost, You Can't Escape! A Mere Arm Is Nothing!

"Come on together!"

On the dock, Zhang Zhiwei stood proudly, with several thunderbolts above his head piercing the sky.

Seeing this scene, the old priest and others didn't understand what the other party said, but their pupils shrank suddenly. The strength of this Qi was not weaker than theirs, and it could even be said that it exceeded most of the people present.

"This boy must not be put back to plant flowers!"

Realizing that the other party was not simple, the old priest's eyes were sharp and murderous.

After all, the other party looked only in his early twenties.

At this age.

He has a cultivation that rivals the four masters. What will happen in a few years?

Although the growth rate of cultivation will gradually slow down until it is stuck at a bottleneck and cannot make any progress, with the other party's talent, it will always be a threat to the Japanese island, so he must die!

Thinking of this.

The old priest was about to call everyone to act together.

Hongde of the Ikko Sect suddenly shouted.

"Master Palace Master!"

"He said if you have the ability, come one by one. It's nothing to bully the minority with the majority. Be careful of our lives!"

Hongde shouted. At this moment, he hoped that Zhang Zhiwei would leave safely more than he did. He was afraid that the battle would affect him, and he was also worried that the secret would be leaked.

And his voice sounded.

Everyone paused and looked at the old priest, waiting for his decision.

After all, the Ikko clan is still one of their own.

The other party is the host.

If you act rashly, you will be liquidated or retaliated after you fail.

"Hongde, I know you have great righteousness in your heart. You don't want to be a hostage even if you die." At this time, the old priest pulled the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, if he really takes action, I will definitely avenge you."

"And submit it to the emperor for posthumous title!"

The voice fell.

Hongde's face suddenly turned pale. He didn't expect that the other party would not remember the old feelings at all!

Directly abandoned himself and others.

However, the old priest did not say much. With the intention of killing, he directly pinched his fingers and chanted a spell. In an instant, a six-armed demon god with a height of three feet, green face and fangs, appeared, each holding a weapon.

It was like a Shura from hell.

Seeing someone taking the lead, the other Japanese were not idle either, and they all used their own methods.

Among them, the Meiji priest, the third-ranked Yin-Yang master, was the most eye-catching. He directly threw out a pile of talismans, and twenty or thirty strange-looking Shikigami ran out.

There were large brown dogs, evil ghosts holding maces, and green foxes.

The moment these Shikigami came out.

They pounced directly on Zhang Zhiwei.

Seeing this, the others did not step forward, wanting to use this to wear down the opponent first, and by the way see how the method works.

After all, they are all old hands, knowing that the opponent is not weak. At this time, those who rush to the front rashly will definitely suffer a big loss, so it is better to use Shikigami or long-range means to test and consume.

Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself about this.

"It's a bit troublesome."

After saying that, the dazzling golden light on his body instantly turned into countless thin whips and waved them.

Each whip was swift and sharp, like an indestructible sword. The moment it touched the Shikigami, the speed suddenly increased. After swinging dozens of times in a row, the Shikigami was chopped into pieces in an instant.

However, before everyone could react.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand.

"How can a mere ghost be able to resist the mighty power of heaven?"

Boom! ! !

A terrifying roar suddenly sounded, as if the god of thunder was furious.

Dozens of thunders broke through the sky, and the blue light illuminated the entire world, reflecting on everyone's face, and then with a thunderous momentum, with a bang, it directly struck the six-armed demon god!

In an instant, the demon god was instantly annihilated in the thunder!

This horrifying scene.

The besieged Japanese could not help but stand there in disbelief.

They had never seen such a method before!

With just one encounter, he killed many Shikigami who were not weaker than ordinary people! And he could even summon thunder. Who is this person? !

Why does he have such a terrifying strength?

They even felt that.

If it weren't for the old priest, they would have a hard time killing the other party even if they fought to the last man!

"Humph!!" At this time, the Yin-Yang master who summoned the Shikigami before groaned, and his whole face turned pale. So many Shikigami were killed and he suffered a backlash.

The old priest's originally indifferent face was also a little solemn at this moment.

"It's better than I expected."

"But it's not enough!"

As he spoke, the old priest glanced at the people around him and said, "You block the surroundings."

"I'll play with him with Lord Atsuta."

"But."

Someone was about to speak.

But the old priest interrupted him: "In a battle of this level, the number of people doesn't matter."

"Besides, you are all the backbone of Wa Island. Why play with a dying man? Wait until Atsuta and I have worn him down before we take action."

The old priest's idea is very simple.

This is Wa Island!

Even if the opponent is a lion, he will be surrounded and killed by many hyenas here today.

Not to mention, based on the strength shown by the opponent now, the old priest is sure to suppress him. Although he can't kill him, he can wear him down.

He wants to see how long this kid can hold on!

In his mind.

When the others heard the old priest's words, they looked at each other and stepped back a few steps.

At the same time, they consciously dispersed and guarded in all directions. As long as the other party had the idea of ​​​​escape, they would stop him at any cost. After all, the strength displayed by this person was too powerful, even far beyond their knowledge.

Even the blacksmith hundreds of years ago seemed extremely ordinary in front of this man.

That's when.

The old priest and Atsuta took action.

The former still did not appear in person, but summoned another ghost and god. He was not as tall as before, about two meters tall, tall and strong, wearing armor and a crown. He held a treasure stick in his right hand and raised the pagoda in his left hand. .

He looks like a general, giving people a sense of domineering and fierce oppression.

"King of Tota?"

Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes looked strange, but he also knew that the two were not the same thing.

After all, gods, especially in the East, even gods with the same appearance, background, and settings have different powers in different systems.

Just thinking about it.

Hongde's voice rang in his ears.

"Uncle, be careful."

"This god is called Bishamonten. He is the god of martial arts. He was also the protector of our Buddhist sect."

"Infinite strength, body as hard as gold and stone!"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the other party strangely, wondering why he, a Japanese, wanted to send a message to remind him? Could it be possible to become addicted to selling one's country?

So what is this called, a Japanese traitor?

In this regard, Zhang Zhiwei did not distract himself from thinking and looked at Bishamonten not far away.

When he was about to call out thunder to kill him.

A loud roar came.

"drink!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked around and saw a burly old man in hunting clothes shouting.

The next moment, his clothes exploded instantly, and his originally muscular body became stronger and more solid. Each muscle seemed to be ready to explode, giving people a feeling of infinite power.

"Henglian? No, it's to ask God."

Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself, with a calm expression on his face, and most of his attention was on the old priest.

Only this person is his biggest threat.

While thinking.

Lord Hotian disappeared with a hiss and rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei at an extremely fast speed.

The same is true for Bishamonten. Unlike ordinary cumbersome ghosts, he holds a treasure stick and a pagoda, and is extremely agile and not weaker than Lord Atsuta.

Without even taking a breath, the burly body appeared in front of Zhang Zhiwei,

There is no unnecessary movement.

He raised the heavy stick in his hand high and smashed it down vertically with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain.

In this regard, Zhang Zhiwei did not choose to fight hard.

Jump to avoid this attack.

next moment.

Bang! ! !

A violent collision sounded.

Just like a boulder falling on the water, the thick ground instantly cracked and collapsed several meters downward!

Seeing this scene, before Zhang Zhiwei could fight back, Lord Hotian, who was covered in muscles, had already reached his side and punched out with a powerful punch.

"die!!!"

Lord Atsuta roared!

He hated the flower cultivator so much that even if he didn't kill his disciple, he would still want to be buried with him!

Seeing this, blue arcs of electricity erupted from Zhang Zhiwei's body.

All the golden light on his body also gathered in his hands.

Then he punched hard, with the force of a cloud collapse, directly colliding with the opponent's fist!

In an instant, two overbearing forces collided together. Priest Atsuta couldn't even hold on for a moment, and his body was pushed back dozens of meters like a cannonball.

Seeing this situation, the besieging Japanese suddenly widened their eyes with horror on their faces.

Some of them didn't even see the movement clearly.

But the results are obvious.

Even if God Atsuta strikes with all his strength, it will be difficult to shake the opponent at all!

"puff!!"

At this time, God Lord Atsuda could barely stop himself. His internal organs were injured by the punch, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His thick arms could not stop trembling.

"Damn it! If I had known earlier, I should have brought the artifact!"

In terms of hard power, he admitted that even if he asked a god to take over, he would still be no match for this person.

But those two artifacts are not here! If he holds Tian Congyun in his hand and has Magatama to protect him, he is confident that he can kill the opponent within five hundred moves based on the power shown by the opponent's punch just now!

And this time.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't even look at him, but looked at the old priest standing motionless in the distance.

I know I can't continue like this.

After all, my energy level is no better than that of Lao Li, and I don't have Golden Flower to supplement it. If the other party is really determined not to take action, my energy will be exhausted in a short time.

This is what I am thinking about.

Zhang Zhiwei decided to kill the old man who asked the god first.

Force the old priest to take action!

Immediately, the light blue lightning on his body instantly turned into deep purple.

Arcs of electricity flashed across his body. After glancing at the people around him with a stern look, he disappeared instantly and rushed towards Lord Atsuta with unparalleled momentum.

Seeing this, the old priest's usually calm face showed a look of astonishment.

This power is no longer weaker than his own!

Lord Atsuta met him.

Certain death!

Realizing this, the old priest immediately shouted: "Get away!"

After saying that, he summoned Bishamonten and immediately strode forward. While throwing the pagoda on the head of Lord Atsutian, he opened his arms and stood like a copper wall with his burly body between Atsutian and Zhang Zhiwei.

Lord Atsuta himself was frightened to the point of death.

Ignoring the injury just now, he immediately pulled back and prepared to distance himself from Zhang Zhiwei.

"Want to run?"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Looking at Bishamonten who was blocking the way, the purple thunder instantly condensed into a spear.

With a bang!

The power full of destructive aura only took a moment to pierce the solid guardian king, and the violent thunder tore his body into countless pieces!

"Quick! Stop him!"

While the old priest shouted, he also planned to ask the gods to deal with Zhang Zhiwei.

After all, the opponent's state was too terrifying.

Except for himself.

No one was his opponent. If he didn't take action again, everyone else would have to die here!

At the same time, the others heard the shouting, and they were so scared that they naturally couldn't go forward in person, so they used various means to block in front.

"Lao Li."

"I wanted you to try this trick first."

While Zhang Zhiwei was thinking, his speed did not slow down at all, like a wild and wanton lightning.

Purple thunder condensed into several spears around him.

Although his five elements of Qi have not yet been perfected, he has made great progress after three years of practice. The upper part of the thunder method has been practiced to a deep level. The five internal organs generate innate Qi, which is matched with the domineering and unparalleled power of thunder.

It can break all the magic in the world!

It is precisely because of this.

The many magics that blocked him.

In front of this magnificent thunder, they were like pieces of thin paper and were defeated in an instant!

In an instant, Zhang Zhiwei rushed to the side of the Lord of Atsuta.

The sharp thunder spear swept across.

The pagoda thrown by Bishamonten before emitted light to resist, but it collapsed in a moment.

Seeing this, the Lord of Atsuta was ready to close his eyes and wait for death. He only hated that he could not avenge his disciples, and at the same time hated why he did not bring the artifact with him!

However, at this moment.

A round of red sun broke through the dark clouds in the sky.

The sunlight fell on the head of the Lord of Atsuta.

The lightning spear collided with the sunlight, and the previously indestructible thunder suddenly slowed down.

It was like a sharp axe chopping on a big tree. When it was about to touch the Atsuta God, it was difficult to save any more. However, even so, under this terrifying collision, the Atsuta God still flew backwards.

At this moment.

A voice came from behind Zhang Zhiwei.

"Boy."

"I recognize your strength."

The old priest's body was shining with red-gold light, like a rising sun, "But no matter what today, I will keep you here!"

After saying that, he condensed a fireball in his palm, and the scorching temperature burned and distorted the air.

This is the highest god worshipped by their entire Japanese island - Amaterasu Omikami!

Although he didn't bring one of the three sacred artifacts, the eight-foot mirror that enshrined the Amaterasu God, it was enough to deal with the flower cultivator in front of him, at least he could be on par with him.

"Finally he made a move."

Zhang Zhiwei turned around quickly, his eyes more solemn and eager than before.

Then, before the other party could throw the fireball in his palm.

The thunder on his body flashed again.

Not only that, the dark clouds that had been broken gathered together again, like thick ink, and the terrifying pressure from above seemed to be brewing something.

"Is this guy going to fight me to death!"

Sensing the vast power in the sky, the old priest's face suddenly changed.

Then he shouted loudly.

"Do it!"

The others immediately took action after hearing this.

In this regard, Zhang Zhiwei still didn't care, or he couldn't care. After all, it would be too time-consuming to kill more than ten people, and they might find flaws.

Because of this,

it's better to focus all your strength on the strongest person!

As long as you can kill him!

It's worth it even if you get hurt badly!

Immediately, the thunder on Zhang Zhiwei's body burst into a roar, and the whole person was like an indestructible sword, rushing straight towards the old priest dozens of meters away.

"This madman!"

The old priest was also frightened by this fearless determination, but he also knew.

He wanted to kill the other party at this moment.

If he dodges.

The other party might just run away. With the other party's speed, he may not be able to catch up. As for the others? Can he still count on them?

That's it.

The power of the sun in his palm became stronger and stronger.

And soon, when Zhang Zhiwei broke through countless means and came in front of him, the lightning spear pierced out like a comet.

The old priest raised the fireball and smashed it head-on.

The two forces with destructive aura collided with each other, and the terrifying aftermath instantly blasted the earth into pieces. Even the onlookers a hundred meters away were implicated. Those with a slightly worse life cultivation were directly shocked to vomit blood.

It was at this time.

The thunder in the sky moved.

The thick purple lightning broke through the sky, and the old priest fell vertically like a thunder dragon!

Seeing this situation.

The old priest was just trying to dodge with the remaining force of the collision.

His skinny arm was grabbed by a big hand covered with golden light, and a long face filled his entire field of vision, "Old ghost, you can't escape!"

"Do you think I can't do anything to you like this?"

The old priest was ruthless, knowing that if he was hit by this thunderbolt, he would lose half his life even if he didn't die!

So red flames came out of his skinny body.

Under this scorching heat.

Zhang Zhiwei's golden light melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his palm exuded a roasted aroma.

But even so, he still didn't let go, which made the old priest furious. He immediately used the power of Amaterasu to the extreme, and the temperature of the flame rose again.

Zizi! Zizi! Zizi!

Zhang Zhiwei only felt that the blood in his entire arm had dried up, and the flesh and blood were extremely blurred.

But he still didn't want to let go.

After all, this was the best time to kill the other party!

"Madman! You madman!"

The old priest pulled hard, trying to get away, and at the same time summoned ghosts and gods to block him.

He also regretted why he didn't bring the artifact.

Otherwise, there would be no need to fight desperately!

Soon, with a click, Zhang Zhiwei's arm was torn off, and the thunder had already fallen. The ghosts and gods summoned by the old priest and even he himself were instantly submerged in the thunder, and a shrill scream could not help but sounded.

And Zhang Zhiwei also retreated to the shore with the remaining strength.

While breathing heavily, he stared at the old priest under the thunder, not caring about his broken arm at all, because this was the most labor-saving and lightest way he could think of.

It was definitely worth it to exchange an arm for the other party to be seriously injured or even killed!

After all, there was Lao Li.

A mere arm was nothing.

Just thinking.

The thunder had dissipated.

The old priest stood staggeringly with blood all over his body, his shriveled skin was charred, and even the art of summoning gods was broken, like a shaky dead tree that would fall at any time.

However, he laughed a creepy laugh.

"Hahahaha."

"You won, but you also lost. If it was a one-on-one, I would have died by now."

"Even an unarmed child can kill me."

"But now I am seriously injured, not only did you lose your hand, you have no spare strength, and there are a large group of people around me. Even if you fight hard, you can't kill me!"

The old priest smiled triumphantly.

Hearing this.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the dozen Japanese in the distance, and then plunged into the sea without looking back.

At this moment, if he could recover a quarter or even an eighth of his energy, he could kill the other party and leave calmly, but in his current state, he couldn't get away even if he killed them desperately.

It's better to return to the mainland to heal his wounds as soon as possible.

After all, there is a long time to come. At worst, he can call Lao Li and Lao Feng to come back to kill them in a few days!

And just after he left.

The old priest collapsed to the ground, feeling both grateful for surviving the disaster and regretful.

If the other party really took action, seven or eight people on his side would definitely die, and he might have to die here, but fortunately, the other party didn't really want to die.

But the bad thing is the same.

Such a strong enemy.

Letting the tiger go back to the mountain is a big worry for the Japanese island.

However!

The old priest looked at the charred arm on the ground, and his wrinkled old face smiled again.

The human body is so precious. Losing an arm will not only greatly reduce the combat power, but also make it difficult to improve the cultivation! On the contrary, I will only live a few years less, but I can kill a genius in the cradle.

This deal is not a loss!

Just thinking about it.

A figure hurriedly ran over from a distance.

"Master Gong Si, it's not good! An epidemic suddenly broke out in the city! The symptoms are similar to those in Lushun!"

Hearing this, the old priest's smile froze, and then said: "Didn't you seize the boxes in the river before?"

"I seized it!"

"But there's nothing in the box!"

The man said: "According to the investigation, the epidemic may come from the fish sent from the port!"

Instantly, the old priest's expression suddenly darkened.

I didn't expect to be tricked in this matter.

But it doesn't matter.

When I go to plant flowers in a few days, I will naturally count this account. He doesn't believe that all flower growers are such monsters!