Chapter 85: Fierce battle

"You damn guys, you dare to hurt me!" The Immortal King said in anger: "I will make you die ugly!" As he spoke, his right hand trembled, and the broken arm bones actually healed directly!

"Boy, I haven't replied to you!" Zuo Ci looked at the Immortal King vigilantly and asked Fang Qingshu.

"I can't die!" Although Fang Qingshu's face was full of sweat, he still said stubbornly: "As long as you have one breath, you can fight this bastard!" While speaking, his broken arm was also recovering at an astonishing speed with the help of Itala's divine power.

"And I!" the little girl said heroically: "I want to beat this bastard down!" Her injuries were lighter than Qingshu. Under the influence of the divine power absorbed in Chiyou's battle soul flag, she had completely healed.

"I'm the one!" The sword madman also said excitedly: "It's really rare to have such a master. I want to fight happily!" She was not injured at all, so she was considered a complete combat power.

After hearing their words, Zuo Ci calmed down a lot, and then immediately shouted: "Boy, I can't hold on anymore. Hurry up and use my life-saving trick. Anyway, no one can see this bird place!"

"Yeah!" Fang Qingshu nodded heavily, and then said viciously to the Immortal King: "You dead bastard, a tiger doesn't show off your power. Do you think I am a sick cat?"

"Hmph!" The Immortal King sneered disdainfully: "In my eyes, you are not even a sick cat, you are just a pitiful ant!"

"Then let's see who the fuck is the ants!" Fang Qingshu then roared angrily, "Itala, come out!"

"It's the master!" With Itera's answer, her level 20 god suddenly appeared in front of everyone, and she saw her holding a shield in her left hand and a sword in her right hand, majestic and amazing. She knew she was an amazing guy at first glance.

"Ah!" The first thing he saw Itera's sword madman was almost glaring out his eyes. She could not imagine how such a powerful god would obey Fang Qingshu's instructions. Even the Immortal King showed a shocked expression. Although he couldn't even look at a low-level god like Itera at the beginning, now, at the level 16, he had to admit that Itera had posed a certain threat to him. After all, Itera was already a god, and the gap between her and Zuo Ci and other mortals was unimaginable.

Just as the Immortal King was stunned for a moment, Fang Qingshu was already angrily calling for battle: "Go side by side! Fight this damn!" As he said that, he rushed up first, and the other people immediately followed closely and started a storm-like fight against the Immortal King.

Now that things have come, everyone has tear apart their last faces. There is no room for maneuver, so the Immortal King is still in a difficult position to ride a tiger at this time, so he has to cheer up his spirits and fight with everyone. And when he explodes completely, he finally showed his terrifying fighting skills.

I saw that he had just a light step and crossed dozens of meters of space. He came to Fang Qingshu in an instant, and his golden fist hit Fang Qingshu hard, and it was too late for others to rescue him. However, Fang Qingshu was not a vegetarian. He also learned his lesson this time and never dared to fight with others again. Instead, he took out a deep blue mirror and said to himself, let me see how I am so embarrassed this time, let you taste the taste of hitting yourself.

However, to Fang Qingshu's surprise, the Deep Blue Mirror, which had always been unfavorable, actually failed in front of the Immortal King. Although the Immortal King also hit the Deep Blue Mirror with one punch, he did not bear the rebound power of the Deep Blue Mirror at all. His fierce power actually magically crossed the mirror of the Deep Blue Mirror, and acted heavily on Fang Qingshu's arms holding the shield.

"Ah!" With a shrill scream, poor Qingshu was knocked into a kite with broken strings again, and this time it was even worse, nearly two hundred meters away. Not only did the bones on both arms shattered, and even the sternum and internal organs were injured by the powerful force of the Immortal King. Anyway, after Fang Qingshu landed, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood with minced meat. The huge pain made his eyes turn black.

However, even if he was so seriously injured, he would have died long ago if he had been the other person. However, Fang Qingshu still stood up again tenaciously. He felt that his whole body was full of severe pain, but at the same time, another magical power continued to breed from his blood, constantly repairing his body and transforming his meridians.

At the same time, the dragon-forming characteristics of his body were constantly intensifying. His body had gradually expanded to a height of 2.30 meters, and the dragon scales all over his body were getting bigger and bigger, and gradually emitted a little golden divine light. The dragon horns on his head also grew apart, especially his arms, which became thick and strong. His five fingers had completely turned into the shape of dragon claws. The sharp claws and thick knuckles made his fist look like a golden warhammer about a foot thick.

After only a few breaths, Fang Qingshu's injuries were healed most of the time. Then, an unprecedented anger filled his heart. Fang Qingshu suddenly threw the deep blue mirror aside, then roared and turned into a stream of light, like a comet, pounced at the Immortal King like lightning, and directly smashed it with his fist.

"Looking for death!" The Immortal King still snorted freely under the siege of everyone, and then punched and handed over Fang Qingshu's iron fist. With a loud bang, Fang Qingshu was seriously injured again and flew out from afar. However, the Immortal King was not feeling well. His right arm had just been repaired again, and it was even worse than the last time. Although he had been deliberately careful after taking Fang Qingshu's first punch, he sat down and thought he could win this time, but unexpectedly, Fang Qingshu's strength suddenly increased, so that he suffered a big loss again.

After the Immortal King was injured, the other five people immediately attacked even more crazily. Zuo Ci's flying sword was always in the vital position of the Immortal King. Itala fought close to the enemy, caught most of the Immortal King's attacks, and did not give the Immortal King a chance to hurt others. Joan of Arc kept blessing with Itala various auxiliary spells, and used binding techniques from time to time to reduce the Immortal King's movement speed. As for the sword madman and the little girl wandered around the outer circle. Although their strength was not enough to fight head-on with the Immortal King, they were still competent for harassment. The Daluo Zhoutian Divine Sword and Chiyou War Soul Banner were like two poisonous snakes. As long as the Immortal King had a gap in defense, they would drill in and bite hard.

However, although the five people are superb and their cooperation is tacit understanding, they still have a disadvantage against the Immortal King who is only level 16. The combat power shown by the Immortal King is not just terrifying. He is like a omnipotent man who knows everything. He can use whatever others are afraid of. For example, Itera and Joan of Arc, as people of the Light, the most restrained one is the undead spell, and the most feared one is the elemental spell damage. The Immortal King can release lightning, flame and ice in every move. Among the three most destructive elemental spells, Itera and Joan of Arc were beaten torture and were in a mess.

As a sword cultivator, Zuo Ci didn't care about elemental spells because his sword light was extremely fast. When the elemental spell hit him, he would escape with the sword, which was useless at all. So the Immortal King used a pair of iron fists to fight against Zuo Ci's flying sword in a head-on manner. Every time the fist and sword handover was intercepted, Zuo Ci's heart was hurt and extremely uncomfortable. It forced Zuo Ci's flying sword to keep avoiding his fists, so that it would be extremely passive.

As for the sword madman and the little girl, their sporadic offensives were not enough to threaten the Immortal King. The Immortal King was too lazy to pay attention to it. He just kept attacking Itala, Zuo Ci and Joan of Arc. As long as he defeated them, this battle would be equivalent to him winning!

However, Fang Qingshu was almost savagely disrupting the situation at this time, but completely broke the Immortal King's wishful thinking. After Fang Qingshu broke his arm again, the little advantage he had just gained was immediately completely repelled by Itala and the other two. After he finally took a little time to restore the broken arm bone, Fang Qingshu rushed up again and cursed angrily: "Oh my god, I have the will to take my grandpa's punch!"

The Immortal King felt so depressed, but don’t mention it. He thought, he had provoked such an immortal Xiaoqiang? His arms were broken by him six or seven times, so why did he come up again so quickly?

The Immortal King actually doesn't know. You should know that Fang Qingshu's newly synthesized divine dragon splitting force combines part of Itera's light divine power, which is almost born to be created to heal the injuries. In addition, Fang Qingshu's dragon god bloodline also plays a huge role in it. The so-called "not breaking" does not stand, and then breaking it. After Fang Qingshu was beaten by the Immortal King to break the bones and tendons, the power of the dragon god hidden in his bloodline was also awakened by the violent destructive power of the Immortal King, and gradually merged into Fang Qingshu's newly repaired body.

It is precisely this reason that his dragon transformation characteristics have become more obvious and his strength has increased explosively. So when he hits this time, his height has reached 2.40 meters and his strength has reached an astonishing level 16, which is enough to compete with the Immortal King.
Chapter completed!