If it were an ordinary thing, Ji Zilong could completely explode it into a ball of spiritual energy if he took one bite.
Unfortunately, the mirror was too high-grade.
He took a big bite, but he only bit out a gap and swallowed it.
With the spiritual energy rolling into his belly, Ji Zilong suddenly felt that his limbs and bones were smooth.
It was indeed a low-grade spiritual weapon.
"What did I see?
He actually ate a low-grade spiritual weapon."
Someone trembled, looking as if he had seen a ghost.
"How could he bite a lower-grade spiritual weapon?"
"Eat it, actually eat it" The disciples who were watching were completely frightened.
Ji Zilong was the first person to eat the spiritual weapon.
Even the elders and alliance leader Jun Rutian were stunned at this moment.
They couldn't believe their eyes.
"What?"
Jun Feihong was frightened.
The treasure he bought for 10,000 Dharma Plate Stones was just destroyed by Ji Zilong.
His heart was bleeding.
Seeing Ji Zilong take the second bite, he raised his heart, pinched his fingerprints, and immediately shook out a large amount of it.
Formation spirit pattern.
"Kacha."
With another bite, the glass mirror was completely destroyed by Ji Zilong.
"It's delicious."
Wiping his mouth, Ji Zilong praised it, showed a satisfied smile, and took two bites of the precious mirror.
His injuries recovered faster.
Above their heads, the Wuji War Puppet held a great halberd, which was unstoppable.
The two-wheeled hair was like a dragon, burning with blazing spiritual light, but they could not completely suppress it.
On the contrary, the runes they shook towards Ji Zilong were also beaten by the Wuji War Helmet.
A lot of it was scattered.
"Array Spirit Hair, Imprisonment" Jun Feihong looked ferocious.
Although a lot of his spiritual skills were knocked out by Ji Zilong's puppet, some of them still fell towards Ji Zilong to form a formation.
This was his strongest attack.
"boom" In an instant, the sky turned dark, and powerful formation spirit magic fell from the sky, covering Ji Zilong.
Suddenly Ji Zilong felt that the surrounding light was rapidly decreasing, and even his breathing seemed to have stagnated.
The powerful binding force around him was overwhelming and squeezing crazily.
Come.
Ji Zilong was shocked and wanted to resist, but unexpectedly it was difficult for him to even mobilize his spiritual skills.
He was completely suppressed in Jun Feihong's field.
"kill."
The formation was completed in an instant, Jun Feihong did not dare to delay any more, Ji Zilong was too powerful, he flashed into his claustrophobic space, turned his palm into a knife, and slashed hard. boom Being in Jun Feihong's field, Ji Zilong couldn't resist at all.
He was struck by Jun Feihong's palm, and he flew out like a kite with its string cut off, with blood spraying all the way.
"Are you dead?"
someone whispered.
"She should be dead.
Being able to fight Jun Feihong for so long is considered very strong."
Someone said.
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"Haha."
Jun Feihong laughed wildly and followed quickly, a cruel smile flashing in his eyes.
If he guessed correctly, the blow just now had broken Ji Zilong's neck bone.
In his formation spirit field, that is his home court, and all opponents will be defeated at his feet.
This time, he will kill Ji Zilong with one blow and chop off his head.
"Too strong."
Ji Zilong was sweating on his forehead.
He had been planning from the beginning.
First, he was deliberately late to anger Jun Feihong and disturb his mind.
Then he used a series of actions to drag Jun Feihong's Dharma plate and destroy his glazed mirror. .
But it was still not enough.
His sweat was not because of fear, but because of the severe pain.
His body was strong, so the neck was not broken as Jun Feihong thought, it was just a crack.
But if he was hit by Jun Feihong again , Ji Zilong must be in danger, his face is as white as paper, and anemia is breaking out.
"Ey" Standing on Jun Feihong's formation field, Ji Zilong roared and issued an order.
"Roar" ahead, the Wuji war puppet, who had always been as silent as iron, suddenly let out an angry roar.
The next moment, he saw the great halberd suddenly erupting with power.
The weight of 450,000 kilograms was carried by the Wuji War Puppet in his hands, as light as straw, and the tiger was full of wind.
Ding ding ding.
After a continuous round of sweeping and slashing, an obvious crack appeared on the magic plate after two rounds.
The Kafa Disk was damaged, and Jun Feihong's claustrophobic space was immediately implicated.
His power instantly dropped by several levels, and he felt that the constraints around him were rapidly decreasing.
Ji Zilong kicked his feet, used his air control technique, exploded quickly, and jumped out of Jun Feihong's field.
"Die to me."
Jun Feihong's eyes were wide open and his eyes were red with blood.
Ji Zilong actually broke through his formation again, but it didn't matter, he had already arrived at Ji Zilong's side.
"Bang" stood up, Ji Zilong roared, and used the air control technique again.
In an instant, the air flow was turbulent and the powerful explosive force exploded Jun Feihong's palm knife.
At the same time, Ji Zilong let out a low groan and the Nine Hun True Dragon Spiritual Technique was used again.
He waved his iron fist and attacked brazenly.
Bang Jun Feihong was hit again and flew away.
This punch was still at the same place where he was hit last time, but this time, Ji Zilong punched him directly in the chest, turning the place into a terrifying bloody hole with endless bleeding.
In a moment of heavy blows, Jun Feihong was completely seriously injured.
With blood all over his body, he stood up unwillingly.
However, due to the serious injury, his steps began to stagger, and even the two-wheeled Dharma dish in the sky began to shake and teetered. .
Seeing Jun Feihong stand up, Ji Zilong forcibly raised a force and used the air control technique to blow Jun Feihong, who had just stood up, out of the air again.
His skin was completely torn apart and his gorgeous clothes were in ruins.
"Chu" raised his finger to the sky angrily, and two gray-rimmed hair disks flew out of Ji Zilong's body, rose up, and began to madly attack Jun Feihong's out-of-control magic disk.
The Wuji Battle Helmet who escaped was holding a great halberd, turned around and slashed fiercely, trying to take Jun Feihong's head.
"stop" Seeing that Jun Feihong was about to die, the second elder immediately stood up and was about to take action, but unexpectedly the eldest elder suddenly stood in front of him, smiling half-heartedly.
"This is a fight between disciples.
This challenge is completely in compliance with the sect's laws.
You have no right to interfere."
The elder said coldly: "You are in charge of the sect's laws, do you still want to know the law and break the law?"
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Wow At this moment, Wuji Zhanpuppet's great halberd had already fallen.
The seriously injured Jun Feihong could not avoid it at all.
A head flew up and shed a bloody flower.
The entire scene was completely quiet.
The result was completely unexpected.
Ji Zilong did not fail.
Jun Feihong, who they had always thought could not fail, was ruthlessly decapitated by Ji Zilong.
"He actually has two Dharma wheels."
"He has also reached the Double Dragon Realm.
If he is such a monster, will he be in the same realm as Jun Feihong?"
Everyone was dazed for a while, and they murmured in a low voice.
Everything today had completely subverted their understanding.
The weak Ji Zilong killed the long-famous Jun Feihong
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