Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1102: Fighting

　　 Yun Lan was taken aback, and thunder rang in his mind. He thought that this time, the Wu tribe clan prince would definitely take the action himself, but he jumped out of such a peak of the venerable, which made his slightly deep thoughts liven up again. , Today, maybe... maybe there is still a chance.

　　 He turned his eyes twice and sneered: "Venerable Peak?"

　　 "What about it?" Ouyang Ming fought each other.

　　 Yun Lan shook his head suspiciously, but a large part of his mind has been on jealousy. After all, in his cognition, even the strongest race at the beginning of Chaos, the Venerable could not block the emperor's blow. The two are like yellow sand and stars, incomparable. Therefore, he was sure in his heart that with a single blow, this venerable person would die without a place to bury his body.

　　 At this moment, Yun Lan moved, like a Kunpeng flying up for nine days, pounced.

　　 The white robe made a hunting noise, turning into a white arc, and the toes were like dragonflies. Spread your hands apart, suddenly turning to the center. The movement hadn't fallen yet, the aura within a thousand feet of radius suddenly rolled, a small white sword condensed out of thin air, the sword aura smashed across the heavens, and slashed towards Ouyang Ming in a decisive posture.

　　 Looking at this fierce and awe-inspiring blow, Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that, in terms of strength alone, the sword repair of the back box in front of him was not inferior to Long Chen, and even in some respects, he was even better.

　　 Of course, this blow seemed fierce, but Yun Lan didn't use all his strength, but made a trial.

　　 It is not Ouyang Ming that he is afraid of, but the Wu tribe clan father, and he has not exhausted all his strength.

　　 "Good come!" Ouyang Ming's eyes condensed, and the light in his eyes flashed away, and he was running in secret, a sense of unspeakable dominance swept across all directions with him as the core, even the sky suddenly changed , The wind is surging. Wei Nian Jue, to cultivate domineering with the king's aura, especially after the voice of the gods and demons, relying on this sharp and unmatched aura, under the emperor realm powerhouse can not produce a little resistance.

　　Even the strongest in the emperor realm, they will be affected, and their hearts will fluctuate.

　　 He spit out a suffocating breath, stepped on the void, separated his five fingers and grabbed it forward. Seeing him like this, he actually wanted to shake this little white sword with the power of his flesh. This picture shocked the soul, and this weak body, as if it had become eternal, was deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone, and even the space in front of it was still, and only the sound of the wind was left.

　　 "This...Is he crazy?" An old man in a beast robe took a breath and said with a trembling voice.

　　 "Well, stupid, even the members of the Ministry of Witchcraft have to be extremely careful when encountering Jian Xiu, and he dares to grab it with his bare hands, it's...it's almost..." In the end, he couldn't find any words to describe. Can only sigh leisurely.

　　 The monks of the Witch Ministry actually have a deep-rooted idea. With the power of the flesh alone, they have an absolute advantage in the heart of the source, which can make all races hard to come by.

　　The strange color in the eyes of Jealousy flashed away, and he said in his heart that the seniors are exquisite in arithmetic, proficient in the four classics, can be regarded as Yin and Yang reincarnation, and have never been wrong in his life. I really don’t know what is strange about this little friend, so I dare to use his bare hands. Grab the sword? The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his thoughts moved, and he stepped into the realm of interaction between heaven and man. Glancing at Rhubarb and Xiaohong, seeing that there was no worry on their faces, but with a somewhat eager expression, they whispered softly: "Interesting and interesting." That being said, his surging mental power is already Let it go, always ready to shoot.

　　 Still the same sentence, the gap between the Venerable Peak and the powerhouse of the emperor is too big.

　　 "Crack!" There was a soft sound, and the white sword light flashed.

　　 Ten feet, nine feet... One feet!

　　 Ouyang Ming stepped on his steps, secretly running the power of the flesh, and the body flashed with electric arcs, like a god, grabbed it casually, this small sword was like being clamped tightly by a pair of iron clamps, unable to move. The slightest, trembling ceaselessly, there is a faint sign of collapse. Huhu, there was another soft sound. This sound is not loud, but like a spring rain, soft and silent, slowly dissolving.

　　 But everyone who saw this scene only felt that a chilly wind blew across the surface of the skin, and there was a chill in the bone marrow, and there was only one thought left in the heart-how is this possible? The gap between the venerable and the emperor was like a moat, but now, the human veteran in front of him not only blocked the emperor’s blow, but also crushed the small sword casually, like a stroll in the garden, with a small effort. , Is this a myth?

　　 "Well, it's so weak..." Ouyang Ming frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice.

　　 With this voice echoing in all directions, the witchcraft’s talents slowed down, their pupils shrank sharply, and their eyes were full of shock.

　　 Rhubarb and Xiaohong turned their heads at the same time, exchanged glances, and both saw the joy in their eyes. During this period of painstaking cultivation, Ouyang Ming's cultivation level has once again improved, and he even crushed this small sword without any effort, which was a bit beyond their expectations.

　　Jealousy stroked his beard and nodded secretly, Dan Lake calmed down again.

　　 secretly said, judging from the strength displayed by Ou Xiaoyou, it should be a bit stronger than the ordinary emperor, but I don’t know how far he can do it? In his heart, he still refused to believe that Ouyang Ming could defeat this swordsman.

　　 Of course, among everyone present, Yun Lan was the most shocked. Before, his mind had been placed on the Wu tribe clan father, and he did not use his best, but even so, ordinary emperors, under this attack, there is only one result of life and death, but he is not allowed to let him go. The ants in the eyes are easily resolved. Of course, the most important thing is that the other party is still a Venerable, even at the pinnacle of the Venerable, it is also a Venerable, which makes it difficult for him to accept.

　　 spit out the muddy air in his chest, guarding the spirit platform, and stepping into the mysterious realm where the heart is like a lake again.

　　His eyes are slightly solemn, no longer the randomness he had before.

　　 Ouyang Ming's thoughts sank. In his perception, Yun Lan turned into a burning star, exuding a hot light. This kind of hotness is not comparable to that of the Venerable. One is the sky and the other is Land, incomparable.

　　 Suddenly, the blood mist filled Yun Lan's eyes.

　　 What is even more bizarre is that a half-arc sword is condensed out of thin air in the right hand. The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing and as long as a willow branch, giving people a strange and cold feeling.

　　 Ouyang Ming's heart sinks slightly, but his face is not showing the slightest, and he coldly said: "The long sword in the box is not out of its sheath?" He has encountered many kendo masters, whether it is a sword or a burial sword. He has a natal sword, and the emperor in front of him is no exception.

　　 "Sir, if I still use the blood sword I have nurtured for thousands of years, even if I win, I will be pierced in the backbone." Yun Lan replied.

　　 Ouyang Ming nodded, knowing in his heart that the strongest emperors have their own pride.

　　 Suddenly, Yun Lan's eyes flashed with red light, like a long sword sweeping through the sky, the half-arc sword was overflowing with cold light, and lunged at Ouyang Ming, where the point of the sword was aimed at Ouyang Ming's heart.

　　 Ouyang Ming has gone all the way to this point, and he also has his own pride. He did not take out the blood spear dragon tu, but the void condensate. When he reached this point, he moved mountains and reclaimed the sea, and he was no longer a soldier. Extravagant hope, not to mention the use of spiritual power to condense a spear.

　　 Of course, this is only because he wants to see where his limits are.

　　 If it's a life-and-death fight, he will definitely be flexible and changeable.

　　 In the midair, the situation is changing rapidly, I saw him turning back and drawing a stunning half arc...

　　 The spear in his hand is getting faster and faster, and it keeps piercing, like a pear blossom in a rainstorm, crackling.

　　 finally turned into a mass of afterimages, one shot after another, and then shot out a piece of gun afterimage, like a sea of ​​gun shadows, or as majestic as the Yangtze River flowing back into the East China Sea; and like Jiuyou The cold air is as mysterious and changeable as it is difficult to predict; even as majestic as thunder, it is upright and straight to the nave...All kinds of power are merged into a furnace, mysterious and unspeakable, his eyes flashed, his hands interlaced, and he quickly pinched the tactics. .

　　 pushed forward abruptly, the spiritual power in Danhu exploded, emitting a glowing glow.

　　 The gun shadow in front of him rolled forward like a wave that lifted the sky, getting faster and faster, getting more and more urgent. The artistic conception of "More than" implies that where the gun shadow passes, the space vibrates, and countless auras are squeezed out in all directions, forming a vacuum zone, under the shining of the sun, colorful rays of light emerge.

　　 What's even more frightening is that there are countless tiny holes in the space, emitting mist.

　　 "This... is this really a move that the Venerable can use?" someone exclaimed.

　　 "Yeah, it's too scary, isn't it?" Another strong man wearing a hat exclaimed.

　　 At this moment, all the previous regrets, ridicule and ridicule, disappear at this moment~IndoMTL.com~ Only awe is left in my heart. This is the recognition of the strong. The martial arts prevail in the whole world, and the strong are respected.

　　Jealousy's eyes are full of emotions, and my heart is secret, brother, what kind of monster did you find? At this moment, he had already confirmed that the little friend in front of him definitely had the strength to fight Jian Xiu.

　　 Seeing this majestic momentum, Yun Lan's pupils shrank slightly.

　　 said inwardly, what kind of arrogance is this?

　　 District Venerable, can unleash such a huge power, even if compared with the emperor, it is not inferior. If you continue to entangle him like this, wouldn't it make people laugh.

　　 However, he is also a Tianjiao powerhouse after all, forcibly suppressing this thought. The powerful fighting talent is shown. The right hand clenches the arc knife, the **** taps hard, and after a white glow in the hand, the figure quickly retreats, and constantly cuts out the sharp sword energy, like a ding, and cuts the spear. The afterimage. Every blow seems to be able to cut through the sky, this kind of sharp power is many times stronger than the star-scarred spit.

　　 In the sky, bursts of roar resounded like thunder.

　　 Numerous circles of air waves that are invisible to the naked eye quickly overlap, such as a meteorite falling in the lake water, and the ripples can be imagined.

　　 is only a scattered wave, and ordinary emperors dare not touch it easily, and they have to retreat. ...

　　

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