Qin Shi Big Boss

Chapter 212 King's Land
Mixed with the ominous atmosphere of failure and decadence, the surrounding air gradually became cloudy at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"...the feeling of familiarity."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly.

That unpleasant smell is quite familiar to him...

That's the breath of the dead... To be precise, it's the smell of ancient relics, the smell of bones and funerary objects that are disgustingly strong.

Pandora, who was still with Ying Zheng before, suddenly disappeared at some point.Ying Zheng looked thoughtfully at the moist black soil and green trees around him. The dense forest covered his vision to the limit.

Ying Zheng put his hands in his pockets, sniffed the air slightly with his nose, turned sideways and walked forward step by step.

step.

two steps -

Without warning, he took a big step forward with his right leg, then leaped high, and kicked his left foot towards the trunk of the giant tree beside him that two adults couldn't embrace.

Ying Zheng was slightly suffocated for a moment, and then his body bounced back extremely quickly.

With a matching and light posture, Ying Zheng twisted his body slightly in the air, his waist drove his right leg like a steel whip, and swept downward diagonally!
The whipping speed of the whip leg is extremely unique. It does not appear to be very slow and heavy, but after the kick is released, it accelerates to a terrifying level in a very short time.

Accompanied by a sharp roar, the air current swelled and crushed the ground, blurring the surrounding air for a moment.

As if by coincidence—a shriveled man wearing an old linen robe and holding a unique dark green mildew-spotted dagger in his hand just happened to jump down from the nearby tree crown.

Even though he was falling at extreme speed, the man did not make any sound.

Assuming that Ying Zheng hadn't suddenly sped forward and jumped back, he would just fall behind Ying Zheng now.

But now, when he fell, he happened to be stopped by Ying Zheng who jumped up from below like a phantom.

Just like smashing a watermelon with a hammer, with a muffled bang, Ying Zheng's whip kicked his head in the air.The assassin didn't even have time to utter a mournful cry before it shattered into yellow sand in the air.

From an outsider's point of view, it was indeed like a man dressed as an assassin rushing to catch Ying Zheng's attack.

After defeating the enemy with a very powerful blow, Ying Zheng showed no complacency.

He just squinted his eyes and answered the earth, and a faint light gradually lit up in the depths of his pupils.

"Ten, twenty... fifty... one hundred..."

The dark and cloudy storm couldn't block Ying Zheng's vision.In the increasingly ferocious storm, Ying Zheng counted something in a low voice, but his body floated down like a feather that had lost its weight.

At the same time, the filth on the ground was slowly breathing like life, wriggling and gradually rising.

Wearing outdated combat attire, the dead of different occupations, ages, and genders were born out of the darkness.

——That is, the bones that are being squeezed and moved.

It really looks like a group of tombstones covered with rags of different colors, mercilessly filling into the eye sockets of Ying Zheng who is looking down on the earth from the air.

Just looking at it can make the heart numb and the skin cold.The suffocation feeling like being trapped in a living pit gradually stuck in his throat.

If you pick any one out, you will be a powerful warrior or magician who can rival a great knight.They can also use all kinds of magic, have all the combat experience in their lifetime, and are not afraid of death at all, but their on-the-spot judgment ability will be slightly slower.In any case, it is much more troublesome than before.

But floating in the air like a bird looking down at the ground, Ying Zheng sneered with disdain.

"The scene is so big, I thought what would happen...there were only 450. You are really stingy, Mr. Marquis. If you want to force me to use the power, at least give me a hundred times the number and think about it."

As if dissatisfied with Ying Zheng's words.After the momentary chaos of hundreds of corpses looking up at the sky, more than 80 dead men dressed as knights and five or six witches flew up from the ground.

That's the magic of "jumping" and "fluttering"—

Before they rushed to Ying Zheng's side, what started to rush to Ying Zheng's side were arrows and spears shining with various auras.

A saturation attack that completely covers the ten-meter range around Ying Zheng.In terms of its power, it is even enough to smash a section of city wall in an instant, or smash a five-story residential building into a pile of rubble.

But looking at these, Ying Zheng didn't even bother to taunt, but just reached out and pulled out the red magic gun from his arms.

Indeed, just like a dance performance, Ying Zheng danced the red spear in his hand into an airtight mass of red light, surrounding him in all directions.

The next moment, these attacks actually hit Ying Zheng.

At the center of the explosion sound that sounded almost simultaneously, a large group of charred smoke exploded!

The witch and knight, who were already ready to go, divided into six waves of teams with tacit understanding, and jumped into the smoke from all directions.

But in the next moment, it seems that time has stopped.

A tiny red light pierced out of the smoke with unimaginable speed.

--no.To be precise, it is not that time is blocked.

It's just that the needle-like red light is too fast, compared with it, all the knights seem to be stuck in the air.

The silent red light penetrated the chest of the knight at the front without any hindrance, and he didn't even have time to feel the pain.

This is just the beginning.

With each knight and witch as a node, the red light jumped repeatedly in the air extremely peacefully.The messy and straight red light draws messy and complex geometric figures in the air.

But after Chimang traveled through more than 30 "nodes", the pattern outlined by the red line suddenly became clear.At a speed visible to the naked eye, the huge roses that are only hooked are gradually taking shape in the air, budding and then blooming like a brocade!

Behind the witch at the end, Ying Zheng, holding the red gun with both hands, breathed a sigh of relief, released his tense left hand from the gun, and the tip of the gun, which was still shining red, drooped slightly with ease.

——Behind him, the red light gradually dissipated.

At this time, the voice only increased to Ying Zheng's speed.

The sharp piercing sound, like an air raid, quickly grew louder, until the piercing clouds cracked rocks, and the shaking earth began to tremble.

At the same time, the bodies of all the knights and witches collapsed inward and turned into dust.As if the air had been drained dry, the air became hazy, and the powerful hurricane that could smash steel bars and lift the ground slammed in all directions centered on Yingzheng, swallowing up the dust in the air and becoming sharper and harder.

As a result, huge explosions and terrifying rumbles approached the earth.

Like a monster made of sand roaring and bombarding the ground, the hurricane and sandstorm uprooted the dead who were still standing on the ground together with the nearby big trees, trampled and crushed them in the air!
The storm of mixed yellow sand poured down like quicksilver, smashing the Marquis Vauban's army of the dead along with the surrounding trees, and blowing the land away.

In the past three or four minutes, the sandstorm that ravaged the howlers around Ying Zheng gradually stopped, and the surrounding environment returned to tranquility.

But the soil and dust that were blown up have been scattered on the leaves of the remaining trees.The circle of giant trees closest to Yingzheng had already been lifted up, but when they fell backwards, they were stopped by other giant trees, and the gap between the trees became an iron barrier, blocking the strong wind alive. Down.

Killing 92 people in an instant with one blow, and the aftermath alone created a huge storm that could crush steel—undoubtedly, this is a spear technique that has reached the realm of God.

First of all, you have to fully control your own extreme speed and divine power that surpass ordinary people, and then turn all of them into murderous gunshots without reservation.

This is not from Cu Chulainn's skill, nor is it entirely Karna's martial skill.Instead, Ying Zheng integrated the abilities he had learned in countless actual battles, and what he learned with the terrifying learning ability of the godslayer truly belonged to Ying Zheng's own skills.

The sharp gun that surpasses the speed of sound will link, connect, and put to death all the enemies within "three steps" of itself-it is not by luck and curse to lock the enemy's heart, but by holding the gun by himself, really, truly Literally stab the tip of the spear into the chest of the enemy.

Assuming that Yingzheng can be transformed into a heroic spirit, purely just this skill is enough to become a Noble Phantasm.Even for the current Ying Zheng, this is the strongest skill under his authority.

It was revealed to the Marquis of Vauban at the beginning of the battle, and Ying Zheng's intentions were already different.

"It really is a warrior who defeated the God of Disobedience head-on."

Vauban's whisper came from a distance: "Praise you for your bravery and skill in fighting. It was indeed a wonderful massacre... Really well done."

Ying Zheng was a little surprised.The voice was slightly different from what I had heard before.

The rumbling and depressing sound was like rolling thunder, and the earth was slightly disturbed just by sweeping it lightly.

And... Ying Zheng's heart suddenly started beating.Hot red blood like magma was pumped from the heart that had been quiet for three years, and a fighting spirit burst forth from his body that was so hot that his body was almost split open.

Wait, isn't that—

The next moment, the atmosphere within the field of vision blurred.

A violent distortion ensues.The strong wind like a cannonball, which was enough to smash all the glass of a building in an instant, hit Yingzheng directly from the distant sky.

It has weight, like the true wind pressure.

The gale blowing from above caused the soil at Ying Zheng's feet to be blown away.The wall of trees that had stopped the turbulent flow before was also torn up from the ground by the strong wind. It made a whistling sound like a baseball thrown by a pitcher, and flew towards Ying Zheng while twisting.

The ground cracks, the trees crumble, the sky collapses—

Facing the catastrophic scene of the end of the world, Ying Zheng just stood on the ground that was constantly being broken, and swung the magic gun with one hand in his right hand, flicking away the trees flying towards him to the left and right sides.The trees that were lightly touched by Yingzheng's magic gun flew backwards to both sides in such a ferocious posture, and gradually collapsed in the distant air.

As for Ying Zheng, standing on the land that was on the verge of rupture, his burning eyes continued to stare at the distant sky.

Under the gray sky, the heavy and depressed lead cloud is slowly coming towards here like a boat, the edge is constantly expanding to the surroundings, and the height is getting lower and lower.

It's not just one layer, but thunderclouds that are repeatedly summoned and overlapped.

Although it seemed that it would take about a dozen miles for the thunderclouds to completely surround him, Ying Zheng had already clearly noticed that the wind pressure that seemed to be true and wanted to hold him in place had become colder and colder.

If it used to be a storm in spring and summer, now it is an extremely cold storm mixed with freezing rain in autumn and winter.

"Finally caught you."

The Marquis's clear and emotional voice came from the sky, and it was full of jokes: "After so many years, the blood in my chest has started to feel hot again after a long absence. Just be careful, don't be careless and die. Kid, Kegui has escaped here, show me your strength to destroy the city at every turn."

"...You don't need to tell me, I will do the same."

Ying Zheng's voice was unusually hoarse for some reason: "It's better to say... I finally saw it with my own eyes. Thank you so much, especially after three years, it can be regarded as a first time..."

While thinking about something, the heart in Ying Zheng's chest was beating like a crazy engine, and the huge sound almost shook the ground.The hot blood that was as hot as lava was continuously pumped from the heart, and the cold wind that was enough to freeze an ordinary person to death instantly made Yingzheng feel extremely comfortable.

There are 8000 meters.

The magic gun in Ying Zheng's hand was beating in sync with his own heart, shining a dark red light.His pupils were gradually stained with a tinge of bright red, and his skin cracked silently, revealing extremely fine cracks.The thick, blood-like flames burned peacefully close to the skin, making it look like being stabbed by a sword from a distance.

There are 6000 meters.

The storm has already enveloped Ying Zheng.The hurricane mixed with terrifying mana roared and blew in all directions.The heavy raindrops, which were as airtight as a waterfall, turned into a rain curtain that could destroy houses, soaking Yingzheng's hair and clothes completely.

But because of this, the blazing flames on Ying Zheng's body are more eye-catching than complacency.

There are 2000 meters.

- There are 2000 meters.

Even under the heavy dark clouds, under the deep clouds with no ray of light to be seen, Ying Zheng had already seen the image of the Marquis of Vauban through just by the dazzling lightning that shuttled through the thunderclouds.

Dark golden icy vertical pupils, matte scales stronger than any shield, claws and fangs strong enough to crush the earth, a tail so thick that it can smash a city wall with a single blow, and a tail that is strong enough to cut off a building with a single swing. wings.Its movements were a little sluggish, but just because of its incomparably huge size, a single blow was enough to turn the surroundings into ruins.

——That is, the huge and veritable black dragon.

Wrapped in a hurricane, the huge black dragon, like a cannonball and a meteorite, stretched out its claws looking at Ying Zheng, who was insignificant compared to him.

Finally, Ying Zheng won.

"Here, announce it."

Facing the storm that could not even snatch the air, Ying Zheng's depressed voice overwhelmed the rumbling of thunder, resounding incomparably clearly between the heaven and the earth.

"I am the invincible, the king of eternal victory!"

The next moment, the huge Dragon Blood Cross spread rapidly on the ground, and the crimson light curtain spread out from Ying Zheng's side, covering the land within five miles around him.

Within the area around him, the lightning, storm and rain suddenly stopped.

Without hesitation, Ying Zheng immediately raised the magic gun in his hand, pointed the sharp end at the huge black dragon, shouted and shouted, and the light that was twice as bright as the sun bloomed brilliantly from under the cloud——

"—You are the dragon!"

Ying Zheng's voice slammed into the ground like a sword, and the blood-like flame that bloomed on his body burst into flames.

The true red flame transformed by the king's blood wrapped around his body like an armor, and the illusory crown appeared on Yingzheng's head.

It is the word that proclaims the orthodox spirit, the holy and powerful language, the holy word of the furious and hopeless guardian——

If it is impossible to peacefully perform the duty of protection, and unable to protect the people behind it from external forces... it is better to simply kill the evil dragon.

Like a candle being lit, a huge shadow like a hungry wolf flickered in the air.Under the heavy cloud, crimson flames emanated from Ying Zheng's body, including all the wind, rain, lightning, thunder and thunder. Within five miles of Ying Zheng's side, the whole world was quiet.

But after a moment of suffocation, the storm struck again.

Although it doesn't look like there is any difference.But Vauban keenly felt that the meaning was different.

The connection between himself and this sky was cut off by Ying Zheng's spirit of speech, and the thunderclouds and strong winds that gathered from the sky hundreds of miles away were also snatched away by Ying Zheng's unruly.

The familiar storm is full of hostility now.Each raindrop was like a powerful arrow from a powerful crossbow, enough to burn the bones of the divine beast until they were charred black and crispy. The thunder turned into a sharp sword and struck down on him repeatedly.

"This is--"

The Dragon Eyes of the Marquis Vauban shrank slightly.

The power to command the storm has been suppressed to be limited to the skin.What can be done is not to be intimidated by the storms and thunders condemned by Ying Zheng, but it is also impossible to contact those thunder clouds that have crossed a layer of crimson light film.

Just when the Marquis of Vauban planned to simply fly into the thunderclouds and establish a continuation at a close distance, the dragon wings, which are stronger than any steel, were bent in a unique way, and the speed of the dragon wings flapping became faster and faster, as if the surrounding air swept away. Numbers are turned into glue and condensed into entities.His body also seemed to be under some heavy pressure, and was slowly dropped from the air to the ground.

When he finally met the earth, the air around the Marquis of Vauban rioted like a mob, binding him to the ground; The ever-increasing gravity turned into a cage of its own nature.

"The word spirit that scolded the world and begged it to bind me, is this also your strength?"

Due to the joy of the battle, his dark golden pupils shone with joy.

Being targeted by the whole world, the Marquis of Vauban, on the contrary, had fun and asked Ying Zheng in a rumbling voice: "I heard that the first god you killed was St. George... So, I understand. I was sloppy .”

In front of Ying Zheng, who usurped the power of the dragon slaying saint, he used the power to turn into a black dragon of the underworld, and he was indeed the target.

But having understood this matter, the Marquis of Vauban did not suspend his authority like a wise man.

"But boy... water can always put out the flames. If the quality is too different, maybe even the water used to put out the fire will be boiled and evaporated."

The shadow it cast was enough to hide the earth, and the dragon smiled menacingly.

Whether it is the power to summon wind, rain, thunder and lightning, or the power to transform into a black dragon, they are all prohibited by Ying Zheng.But even though he was facing such a desperate situation, the Marquis of Vauban did not feel a trace of hopelessness.

On the contrary, as if seeing a friend whom he hadn't seen for decades, the old godslayer couldn't help laughing and roaring ferociously.

Its sound waves fell to the ground, and the red earth rumbled and shook.

"——Then try your luck! You bastard! Take the storm away from my hands——if you can, try your luck!"

With his roar, the whole world seemed to be enraged by him.The heavy load dozens of times stronger than before came, rattled his scales, and let out a mournful cry on the verge of breaking.

Vauban was born a warrior.Although he is old, he still hasn't lost his blood-drinking animal nature.

Even so—even if the joints were broken and the scales were broken, he did not show weakness at all.Just like that, he spread his wings to Ying Zheng and let out a roar that pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks.

The so-called godslayers are the most stubborn, recalcitrant, and unyielding people in the world!
Ying Zheng frowned.

Along with the roar of the giant dragon, more thunderclouds responded to the call of the Marquis of Vauban and gathered from all directions outside the red king's land.The black cloud covered by the crimson light film collided with the thundercloud outside, and a snake-like electric light burst out.

Realizing that the more radical and threatening enemy had discovered it, the thunder cloud within Wangtu's platform immediately changed its attack target, and turned around to launch a defensive counterattack against the thunder cloud surrounded from all directions.

It was thundercloud against thundercloud, storm against storm.

But at the center of the struggle between the two, it became a quiet place without clouds, wind and thunder.

Compared with the infinite and endless thunderclouds that slowly overwhelmed, there were far too few red clouds within five kilometers under Yingzheng's mere control.Just the thundercloud that was swept up by the giant tornado at the beginning was enough to cover the surrounding area for thirty kilometers.

The difference in quantity is really too big.As soon as the two came into contact, Lei Yun, who was brought under Ying Zheng's control, retreated steadily, slowly being eaten away.

Within the king's land, Yingzheng's ability to control natural power is absolute.But he has no control over the elements other than Wangtu.

Only the world can contend against the world.On the other hand, if the other party also possesses similar powers, Wang Tu's appearance must be taken into consideration when making an appraisal.

——Only five kilometers around.Compared with the thundercloud brought by the Marquis of Vauban, it is too small.

In just a few seconds, one-fifth of the king's land area had collapsed towards the center under the pressure of the enemy. Although more parts of the thundercloud of the Marquis of Vauban were also eliminated, there is no doubt that according to this situation, , before the thundercloud controlled by the Marquis of Vauban is exhausted, Yingzheng's kingdom will be collapsed first.

Knowing that sooner or later they would be wiped out, the layers of thick thunderclouds simply disintegrated, turning into the purest mantra and sinking into Ying Zheng's body.

And the crimson thundercloud in the center disappeared, revealing a huge emptiness.On all sides the low thunderclouds belonging to the Marquis of Vauban gradually intruded.

"Boy, thank you now. Being able to fight to this level has comforted my tired and boring days."

Gradually, storms and torrential rains roared again in the king's land.The depressed voice of the Marquis of Vauban sounded in the air: "As a token of gratitude, I will pass on a little life history to you. The things of the elders can't be taken at will... Do you understand?"

Before the Marquis of Vauban finished speaking, Ying Zheng seemed to feel something. He fabricated himself and disappeared in place, and found him far away at the other end of the king's land with the speed of a god of disobedience.

(End of this chapter)