Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1003: Equally divided
Above the sky, Ouyang Ming's center of gravity sank, and an invisible wave of air swept over him.
Golden spiritual power surged, Blood Spear Dragon Tu volleyed with a finger, and said coldly: "Stone Cone Technique!"
Before the voice of fell, the red ribbon under the tip of the gun was shaking like a tide. With Ouyang Ming as the core, all the yellow sand bumps up and down within a hundred meters, like being pulled by an invisible force, the spiritual power The sand congealed together, until it didn't disperse.
Under the 50% increase of the blood spear dragon slaughter spell, it became extremely terrifying.
"Condensation!" Ouyang Ming pointed his spear forward, and in a sudden, countless stone cones made of sand flew up.
keeps spinning, looking from a distance, it's like he is carrying a formation around his body, and the stone cones are flowing, as if there is power to open the sky.
"Huh, it turned out to be the caster, no wonder it's so arrogant. But it's not enough." Ji Haoran's eyes are even more playful, looking at Ouyang Ming as if looking at a live prey. The more the prey struggled, when it was beheaded. The pleasure in his heart is stronger.
I saw his palm lifted up, a flash of red light flashed on the palm of his hand, and he said coldly: "Blood cloud palm!"
The sound of just fell, and it was pushed out lightly, and a huge **** palm appeared out of thin air. Every stripe on it was clear and clear, as if it could **** his mind into it, and a cloud of blood wrapped around the palm. , Keep spinning.
"Boom..." Qi Jin collided before Reiki.
The place where exploded, countless palpitations appeared in the space.
The big hand collided with the formation, there was a loud noise, the sky and the earth roared, and an invisible wave of air turned upside down.
But this stalemate only lasted for two breaths. The formation made by the stone cones began to shatter, and countless stone cones scattered into fine yellow sand, falling from the sky, and there was nothing in this world. It was like a rain of yellow sand, if it only fell like this, even the entire formation had a sign that it was about to collapse.
Ji Haoran glanced at Ouyang Ming lightly, with a smile.
But even so, Ouyang Ming still looks calm and calm.
The spear in his hand is a little bit again, and he pushed it outwards, and said softly: "Hey!"
As soon as the voice of fell, the rotating stone cone in the formation condensed with the big hand as the center of the circle. How much sand is in the desert? It can be described as endless, there are as many stone cones as there is sand. Like a torrential rain hitting pear blossoms, with a majestic momentum, it directly drowned this big hand.
Ouyang Ming raises his left hand, closes it towards the center, squeezes it lightly, and coldly said: "Sand burial!"
The sound hasn't dissipated yet, and the stone cone keeps collapsing and shrinking towards the middle point, producing an extremely strong squeezing force.
This scene of finally made Ji Haoran frowned, opened his mouth, exhaled gently, and said: "Blast!"
"Boom..." I saw the palm of the condensed gas explode, generating a destructive force, blasting all the stone cones to pieces.
These two fights are almost to the extreme, and they are almost between the flashes of lightning and flint, but every time they make a move, there is a hidden murderous intent. As long as they are careless, they will suffer a violent and continuous blow.
But the two of them have control over the rhythm of the battle between them. This is how they are evenly divided.
Of course, if you really want to distinguish between the superiors, Ouyang Ming won the half style. After all, he is only a high-level spiritualist, and the opponent is the pinnacle of a spiritualist.
The yellow sand dispersed, and the world returned to peace.
The people outside the light curtain are just like seeing a ghost. Whether they had mocked or ridiculed before, at this moment, their faces were all surprised. There was a roar in my heart, and there was only one thought left in my heart, that is, how could this be possible? A high-level spiritual man actually drew with a peak spiritual man. Moreover, this was not the peak of a general spiritual man, but the Ji family Taoist, Ji Haoran, who had the aptitude to overwhelm a generation.
Burial Jian's face is complicated, and when he thinks of his previous thoughts, his face feels hot and painful.
Did I look down on such a genius? This is a character who can compete with Daozi!
More importantly, he had fought with Ji Haoran and suffered a loss in his hands. Naturally, he knew how difficult this person was.
He Jian exchanged glances with Jiang Yingrong, and after taking a light breath, the voice transmission said: "Treasurer Jiang, congratulations. Once the Jiang family can help with this, why not worry. Brother Yu only needs to step into the pinnacle of the spiritual being. No one can stop him except Daozi."
Jiang Yingrong’s eyes glowed, her slender fingers rubbed her perfect collarbone, and the sound transmission replied: "What Elder He said, you are the guardian elder of the Jiang family, just..." She frowned slightly, as if Somewhat puzzled.
"Just what?" He Jian Chuanyin asked.
"This time I saw Brother Yu cast the stone cone technique. I always feel that this spell seems to be much stronger than the last time." She pondered a little, and said the doubt in her heart.
"Well, the last time when we were out, Brother Yu stepped into the realm of mind and spirit of nuances and interaction between heaven and man, and wanted to come about this." He Jian did not tell the news about Jianghui Jianfeng. Answered this question cleverly.
"That's the way I want to come. Entering the realm of mind and spirit of celestial and human interaction, so that mental strength can break through the limit." She replied through the sound transmission, even so, deep in her heart, still not optimistic about Ouyang Ming, after all, Ji Haoran Daxu's reputation is so great, how can there be imaginary scholars under the prestige?
But the two of them only guessed one reason correctly, and the other reason was that the skull swallowed the bone dragon, and the spiritual power fed back to him, which directly increased Ouyang Ming's spiritual power by 20%.
The wind in the desert was extremely hot and sultry, rolling Ji Haoran’s sleeves, he looked at Ouyang Ming with a scrutiny gaze, and chuckled: “It’s interesting, if you block me again, I’ll put your name in A few people are moving forward on the sermons, this is an opportunity that others can't ask for." He waved his sleeves forward, with a casual look on his face.
Ouyang Ming couldn't help but shook his head, without any waves on his face.
The red glow above the blood spear dragon tu, press from top to bottom, and coldly said: "Take my spiritual power as a guide, give Huang Sha spiritual thoughts, gather!" There is thought in this voice. The overbearing meaning of tactics. I said that if you give Huangsha spiritual mind, then you give Huangsha spiritual mind. Even if it is the sky, it can't be stopped, there is a domineering and awe-inspiring one that can be the law of the world.
After all, the essence of the dragon clan is domineering, and Wei Nian Jue is the top secret method of the dragon clan.
When this voice swept across all directions, countless cold winds whimpered, like a lone wolf weeping on the moon and evil spirits weeping to their graves.
Just as something beyond cognition is about to appear, at the same time, Ouyang Ming visualizes the bone dragon in the spiritual world, condensing its immortal god, and gathering its immortal meaning.
Blood Spear Dragon Tu suddenly pushed outwards, and within a hundred feet of a radius, the yellow sand flowed like a current, as if a powerful creature was swimming in the yellow sand.
Ouyang Ming looked down, with a strange color in his eyes, and said coldly: "I say this yellow sand is like a sea, I say that the sand can transform into a dragon, get up!"
Before the voice of , a bone dragon made of yellow sand burst into the air from the yellow sand. The breath was majestic, rolling in all directions, and even the space was shaking. After a long whistle, it rushed straight. Ji Hao ran away.
This salon not only has the mind of the dragon clan, but also has the soul of the dragon clan.
Seeing this shocking picture, even Ji Haoran was a little confused, not because of strength, but because of the fear of dragons in the bones of Daxu natives.
pressed down this thought forcibly, his eyes condensed, his hands interlaced, almost turned into an afterimage, and they were shot continuously in the air, and palms condensed in front of him, shouting coldly: "Blood clouds are turning the sky!"
Before the sound fell, he pushed his right hand outward, and his left hand lifted from bottom to top.
Countless **** palms stretched in the wind, and there was a feeling of covering the sky and the sun. The blood light reflected half of the sky red, suppressing the sound of the wind.
Not only that, but under the yellow sand, there seems to be a bigger palm print hidden, which lifts the yellow sand up to a height of ten feet.
At this time, if someone looks down from the sky, they will be surprised and speechless. I saw a bone dragon composed of yellow sand hitting it from east to west, and every calcaneus bone was lifelike. Wherever it passed, the aura and air were stripped away at the same time, forming a mottled color that is difficult to describe.
On the other side, countless handprints combined, with the sky-shaking momentum, rolled up the yellow sand ten feet, and arrived in an instant.
"Bang..." The sound was like an open sky, the bone dragon and the palm prints collapsed at the same time, and the whole thing visible to the naked eye was filled with yellow sand. A black light visible to the naked eye sweeps across all directions. It is just a wave of air from the periphery. Even if it is a high-level spiritualist cultivation base, it will be qi and blood toss, and it is at the core of the collision. It is like exploding shrapnel with powerful kinetic energy, so that high-level spiritualists must be careful to deal with it.
The yellow sand hits the light curtain like raindrops, and countless violent ripples seem to tear the light curtain at any time.
The scene of shocked everyone's heart~IndoMTL.com~ IndoMTL.com~ I secretly said, this is the first-level combat power of Daozi. Isn't it too terrifying? The peak of ordinary spirits is in front of him, and there is no power to fight back at all.
Especially when I think of one of the high-level spiritual beings, the horror in my heart immediately turns into fear.
Jiang Yingrong retracted his gaze from the yellow sand, with an eager look on his face, looked at He Jian, and said: "Elder He, who won?"
"Both of them are Daozi first-level figures, and this level of moves cannot tell the outcome." He Jian looked at the yellow sand, his eyes as deep as the sea.
"Hiss...what, this kind of move can't tell the outcome?" Jiang Yingrong's pupils shrank suddenly. She is the pinnacle of the spirit, and even the first-class figure of Tianjiao, but compared with Daozi, the difference is still Too far.
Daozi can only stop Daozi!
The yellow sand dispersed, and the world returned to peace.
Ji Haoran's eyes no longer have the randomness he had before. Instead, he is dignified, fascinating, and mellow, so he doesn't dare to move rashly.
On the contrary, Ouyang is obviously more casual, with long hair dangling behind him, his clothes are not messy, and his face is full of domineering, with purple air on his head, and there is a conflict between dragons and tigers.
He took a light step forward with his right foot, his left foot followed closely, and his voice was extremely cold: "Aren't you going to kill me to prove the truth? Come on!"...
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