Chapter 353: Kill the Zhao Family! (Two in One)

Normally speaking, if Zhao Liang wanted to leave, he would not be able to catch up with the warriors in the innate perfection realm in the sky, after all, his ability to control the qi was too poor.

However, with his physical characteristics of being as fast as lightning, plus the huge bonus of the combination of force seal and speed seal, he could really catch up when he burst out in a short distance!

In the sky, the purple-gold flowing fire relied on the instant acceleration and caught up with the white light in two breaths.

The long sword swung continuously, forcing Zhao Liang back again.

Zhao Liang had no choice but to continue fighting with Song Changming.

After another hundred rounds of fierce confrontation, Song Changming had more than a dozen fresh sword marks on his body, and Zhao Liang had another knife wound on his abdomen, on which there was still some purple-gold flame burning, which had not yet extinguished.

Zhao Liang's face showed a trace of pain.

Ten wounds were exchanged for one, and it seemed that Zhao Liang had made a profit, but in fact Zhao Liang was already in danger.

Up to now, Song Changming had at least dozens of wounds, if not hundreds, but he never looked at them.

As long as he could not be killed instantly, he could heal quickly.

Of those dozens of wounds, half of them were almost healed and scabbed!

On the other hand, Zhao Liang's self-healing ability was much worse. He was old and his blood was weak, and he could not bear the increase of injuries.

With each additional wound, his blood was lost, and his breath dropped sharply.

Song Changming was grinding like this.

A few minutes later.

Song Changming chopped Zhao Liang to the ground with a knife, and then followed him down.

Boom!

On the ground, the big pit that was originally smashed deepened several meters again!

In the middle of the pit, Zhao Liang held the long knife that Song Changming pressed down, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

"Your sword is blunt, old man!" Song Changming said provocatively.

From the moment the other party appeared today, it meant that the hatred between them was irreconcilable.

Today must be settled!

In order to eliminate this hatred, he wanted to wipe out the three generations of the Zhao family.

If there was such an opportunity, he would not show mercy and let go of the people who came to kill him!

The sword in Zhao Liang's hand was getting weaker and weaker, and even the invincible innate energy was gradually declining!

This was not Song Changming's illusion.

Zhao Liang was really about to die!

The long sword continued to bombard in a series of attacks, and the offensive became faster and faster, and more and more crazy!

In the life-and-death battle, Song Changming would not respect the old and love the young. In his eyes, there was only the difference between enemies and non-enemies.

"What kind of tricks are you using!" Zhao Liang couldn't help but roared at Song Changming while holding on to the sword.

He couldn't see through the effect of the armor seal on Song Changming's bones, but he could still confirm that Song Changming must have used some weird magic to make himself unable to be killed.

Song Changming naturally wouldn't tell his details.

The more panicked Zhao Liang was, the more difficult it was for him to perform his sword skills stably.

Song Changming began to suppress Zhao Liang with every strike, not giving him any room to adjust his breath.

After a fierce attack, Zhao Liang's back was hunched and he was gasping for breath.

Suddenly, Zhao Liang stumbled.

The next moment, Song Changming slashed down with a knife.

Zhao Liang raised his sword to block, but his forehead was still injured by the downward blade, and blood bloomed.

Song Changming turned his body in the air, and the long knife drew an arc, and slashed the second knife with more force.

Clang!

Zhao Liang's feet sank into the rocky ground, and his knees almost fell to the ground.

Song Changming looked down from above and then slashed the third knife.

This time, the knife's power reached its peak, and the knife's power exceeded all the previous ones.

Song Changming had an epiphany in his heart, and his swordsmanship made a great leap forward at this moment!

Clang!

Zhao Liang's knees hit the ground hard, his old kneecaps cracked, his arms were dislocated, his chest felt stuffy, and blood could not be restrained, gushing out of his mouth.

Looking at the old man of the Zhao family kneeling in front of him, Song Changming looked cold and murderous.

Chang Shou put his knife on Zhao Liang's neck.

The winner is decided!

"I won." Song Changming said coldly.

Zhao Liang looked up at Song Changming in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let me go, the Zhao family will not care about this."

Song Changming grinned, showing a disdainful and wanton smile.

His mouth and nose were also oozing blood, and he looked no better than Zhao Liang, even more miserable.

But his eyes were like blazing fire, without any signs of weakness.

"I will not let go of anyone who is my enemy, including the Zhao family behind you!"

After that, Song Changming cut off Zhao Liang's head with his long knife without any scruples.

Before his death, Zhao Liang's eyes widened, but he could no longer utter a word.

The purple-gold fire burned Zhao Liang's head and the headless corpse in the air.

Song Changming stretched out his hand and grabbed a delicate ring that flashed a bit of silver light.

Qiankun Ring.

Zhao Liang's Qiankun Ring.

Considering the other party's status in the Zhao family, the assets stored in the ring must be very valuable.

However, Song Changming could not check it immediately.

He knew the principle of runes and knew that if he wanted to use this Qiankun Ring, he needed to use his mental power to gradually grind away the mark of Zhao Liang on the ring, and then brand his own mark.

After putting away the Qiankun Ring, Song Changming took another look at the ownerless ancient sword.

There is no doubt that this is also an extremely precious sword.

Even if Song Changming does not use the sword, it does not prevent him from accepting the sword.

Finally, after confirming that Zhao Liang was burned without leaving any trace, Song Changming withdrew.

When he returned to the barren mountain, he found that the sudden crisis had been basically resolved.

Xing Tiexin didn't know when he would come back, and together with Yang Zhen, Zhao Zun was seriously injured and lost the threat.

On the other side, the remaining Huali slave demons were also cleaned up by Meng Shuxuan who was riding a golden-winged roc.

Wherever the golden wind goes, no monster can survive!

"Yang Zhen, you dare to kill me!" Zhao Zun, who was seriously injured, was quickly nailed to the ground by Xing Tiexin. He roared angrily, staring at Yang Zhen with his eyes.

Yang Zhen's face looked uncertain.

He is not as decisive as Song Changming. Zhao Liang kills when he says to kill without any hesitation.

He was still extremely afraid of the Zhao family behind Zhao Zun.

The sword in front of him killed Zhao Zun, and it was very likely that the hatred of the entire Zhao family would become irreconcilable.

He has no power in the city and has been struggling for so many years, so he knows how powerful these top families are.

The strength of a family does not lie in individuals, but in the profound heritage accumulated by this family from generation to generation over thousands of years!

Normally speaking, an individual would be extremely insignificant in front of the behemoth of the family, and would not be able to fight against it.

It is very likely that everything he has worked hard for in the past will disappear, and he may even die for it.

He doesn't have Song Changming's trump card of Nirvana and rebirth. Every decision he makes has no chance of do-over. When facing the huge threat from the Zhao family, he has to be cautious and walk on thin ice.

"Yang Zhen, you'd better let me go, otherwise" Zhao Zun coughed up blood and sneered.

"You can't let him go! He must be killed today, otherwise how will he explain to his dead brothers!" Xing Tiexin stared angrily.

He stared at the silent Yang Zhen without the slightest thought of cowardice.

"But if we kill him and the Zhao family is liquidated, not only you and me, but those living brothers who have little power, including their wives and children, will probably be liquidated by the Zhao family! Then, what should we do?"

Yang Zhen's lips moved slightly, and he expressed his concerns through sound transmission.

It's not that he's afraid of death, it's that he has been burdened with too much. Killing Zhao Zun is too big a deal!

He may not be able to afford it.

"If we don't kill him, will he let us go?" Xing Tiexin was stunned, then gritted his teeth and asked.

Yang Zhen was speechless.

Indeed, after today, whether they kill or not, they have offended Zhao Zun and Zhao Liang to death.

Letting Zhao Zun go is tantamount to letting the tiger return to the mountain.

"I'll kill him. If it doesn't work out, I'll be responsible for it myself." Song Changming said after falling down.

He had just heard the conversation between the two, and he could understand Yang Zhen's concerns about the overall situation.

The Zhao family who lives in the core city is indeed too powerful and cannot be competed by two people.

"No, this happened because of us, so we have to bear it together." Xing Tiexin immediately rejected Song Changming's idea of ​​monopolizing it.

"That's right, Chang Ming, don't underestimate us." Yang Zhen also said seriously.

Although he had concerns, he was not willing to sacrifice Song Changming so that he could sit back and relax.

Song Changming scratched his head and said bluntly: "I have already beheaded the old man of the Zhao family, and I don't care about beheading one more."

"What!"

Yang Zhen and Xing Tiexin both froze on the spot and spoke in unison.

Zhao Zun, who was nailed to the ground and already seriously injured, froze up, his face full of astonishment, and he stiffened his neck and stared at Song Changming.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Zun seemed to have heard a big joke.

He knew the strength of his old man best. No matter how old he was, it was impossible for him to be matched by a mere military commander like Song Changming, let alone die at his hands.

"Boy, what's the use of lying to me like this!" Zhao Zun said coldly.

"If the old man hadn't been killed by me, then where would he be at this time?" Song Changming glanced at him and said calmly as he approached.

Yang Zhen and Xing Tiexin on the side "here" actually already believed it.

He knew that Song Changming rarely joked, let alone in such a fatal situation.

However, this matter was really unbelievable, and it was difficult for both of them to digest it for a while.

"You fart!" Zhao Zun yelled, his mentality becoming increasingly unbalanced.

What Song Changming said was also the doubt in his heart.

Zhao Liang has not shown up yet, this is a fact!

Within the range of perception, there is no trace of my father's breath.

An uneasiness grew in his heart, and he was already doubtful.

Seeing that the three of them were shocked by the news he said, Song Changming did not hesitate and put the knife on Zhao Zun's neck.

This time, Yang Zhen didn't stop him.

Now that Zhao Liang is dead and things are irreversible, Zhao Zun's life or death is not that important.

As for who will kill, that's the same. They will not cut off Song Changming.

"No." Zhao Zun noticed the undisguised murderous intent on Song Changming's body.

When things came to a close, he really panicked this time.

Because he knew that the Zhao family behind him could no longer save him this time.

"I didn't want to kill you, why did you force me?" Song Changming slowly put the long knife on his neck.

"It's me, it's my fault, me"

Zhao Zun completely let go of his inner arrogance and apologized to Song Changming and others who he had always looked down on and whose status was low.

However, before he could finish his words, Song Changming's knife had already moved and easily cut off his head.

Zhao Zun didn't even have time to scream in the end.

"Huh"

Yang Zhen exhaled lightly, his heart still heavy.

It's safe now, but the real difficulty is after returning.

Or, do you really have to go back?

At this moment, Yang Zhen even had the idea of ​​giving up everything in the main city and taking his wife, children and relatives to go far away.

Perhaps only by staying away from Cuibai Road where Zhao's family is can they be relatively safe.

On the other side, Song Changming also breathed a sigh of relief, and a pile of armor marks on his bones had disappeared.

The boiling blood stimulated by his secret technique also gradually subsided.

A long-lost feeling of weakness began to linger around him, and even made him a little weak, and he sat down on the ground to rest.

He hasn't been so tired for a long time.

This time, facing Zhao Liang, an old monster from a noble family in the realm of innate perfection, is really a test for him, and it is also a huge challenge.

The whole fierce battle process is not easy.

Don't think that Zhao Liang was exhausted and weak in the end, and was worn to death by Song Changming.

But if Zhao Liang had held on for a few more moments, Song Changming might have been the one who was worn out in the end.

At this moment, his physical strength, spirit, blood, and qi, all aspects have been exhausted.

Even his immortal body, that super-fast self-healing ability, can not heal his injuries out of thin air, which also requires a lot of energy to be extracted from his body to achieve.

Today, he may have suffered more injuries than he has suffered in the past ten years combined.

Without the twenty armor seals protecting his body, Zhao Liang would be able to kill him thousands of times!

"Changming, how are you?" Yang Zhen asked with concern.

"It's okay, just too tired, just take a break and take a breath." Song Changming waved his hand.

"Okay." Yang Zhen nodded, and asked Xing Tiexin, who was also seriously injured, to rest on the side. He went to gather the generals and count the casualties of this battle.

Especially the team led by Xing Tiexin, the situation is not optimistic, and the number of generals who lost after this battle is not small!

Xing Tiexin was naturally aware of this, and his face was gloomy.

"Damn Zhao Zun, damn Zhao family!" Xing Tiexin gritted his teeth.

He hated Zhao Zun and Zhao Liang, who killed so many of his brothers.

His men did not die at the hands of the monsters, but died at the hands of people in his own camp.

Song Changming took out some dried meat from the storage bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

At present, eating is the best way to replenish the energy missing in all aspects.

Therefore, he has always prepared a lot of dried meat from powerful monsters in case of emergency.

After swallowing a few large pieces, he recovered some strength and was not so weak all over.

"General, general, what should we do now." A general officer looked at Zhao Zun's headless body and asked with some stammering.

"Even if this matter is traced, I am the murderer, and I will bear it all." Song Changming said to the generals.

The generals looked at each other and didn't know what to say.

They only knew that this was a huge disaster.