Destined Martial God Chapter 82: Yuan Li is visible
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The hundred feet gate, the peak of trial, the top of the peak!
Looking at the easy way to break the spring back to the earth, Lin Mengyao had the idea of shaking that person for the first time in her life.
It seems that the omniscient, omnipotent, immortal-like man was slapped by Yu Haoran and photographed the altar, which made her feel a little dazed.
Looking at Lin Mengyao who suddenly fell into a daze, Yu Haoran couldn't help but hurt her in the end.
So, raising your hand is another palm law of the cold wind, using the biting chill of the cold wind to directly neutralize the warmth of spring back to the earth, avoiding Lin Mengyao, who is in a daze, is not consumed too much by power The spring back hit the earth.
The two palms that completely lost their power, finally merged into a breeze.
The light breeze blew Lin Mengyao's hair, making her look like a fairy in the wind, which drew Meng Fanwei, who had been following the game, astonished.
As Meng Fanwei's opponent, the disciple, who had only cultivated a ninth-rank martial artist, stood there stupidly drooling.
Lin Mengyao, who had been stroked by the breeze, woke up and felt the hair that had fallen again. She knew that Yu Haoran had been merciful just now, otherwise, she would never be able to stand here unharmed.
Thinking that Yu Haoran's perception of Light Wind Palm is far stronger than himself, and thinking that his aptitude is far more than himself, the mentality that originally wanted to compare with him suddenly became much weaker.
Lin Mengyao stretched out her hand to pick up the hair scattered in front of her eyes, Lin Mengyao chuckled and said, "Thank you, Brother Yu, for your mercy. Mengyao knows he is not his opponent, so I give up!"
Seeing that Lin Mengyao did not continue to perform, and actively surrendered, Yu Haoran secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then cast his eyes on Meng Fanwei.
At this time, Meng Fanwei, who had recovered from his gaze, couldn't help but bowed his head in shame, feeling embarrassed for his gaffe.
Later, he found that his opponent was staring at Lin Mengyao stupidly, and could not help but reminded: "Hey, our game is not over yet!"
"Ah! Oh! Thank you brother for your reminder!"
The disciple who was awakened was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, and then saw that Meng Fanwei did not take advantage of his stunned attack, and quickly thanked him at the same time, feeling that Meng Fanwei was an upright person with an involuntary heart. Good feelings.
"According to the cultivation base, I should call you senior. Although I don’t know that the senior has the first-rank cultivation base, he is not my opponent of the ninth-rank samurai, but seniors can rest assured that I will try my best Win without hurting you."
"Good!"
Meng Fanwei, who was originally depressed because of Yu Haoran's pressing harder, could not suppress the anger in his heart after hearing the kindness of his opponent's contempt.
After gritted his teeth and said hello, he directly exploded with all his strength, and stunned his opponent with just one move.
"Boy, don't let me see you in the future, otherwise, I will see you once and stun you once."
Limited by the rules of the game, Meng Fanwei can only stun the opponent at best, neither can kill the opponent, nor seriously injure the opponent, which makes his inner anger not completely dissipated.
So, before the opponent fainted, he threatened viciously.
"Yu Haoran, I know I am not your opponent, but I want me to surrender and be delusional!"
After solving the opponent that made him depressed, Meng Fanwei did not use the three-minute rest time and directly challenged Yu Haoran.
In response, Yu Haoran shrugged and said in an indifferent tone: "Whatever!"
"The fire is soaring into the sky!" Facing Haoran's indifferent attitude, Meng Fanwei took a deep breath and calmed down quickly.
He knows that Yu Haoran is very strong. It may only take one or two moves to determine the outcome of a match between two people, so he didn't make any trials and directly used the strongest moves.
Wind can both help and extinguish fires!
Seeing Meng Fanwei's use of fire martial arts, Yu Haoran used the method of breaking and suppressing attributes, directly using the biting cold wind in the breeze palm to extinguish the fire with cold pressure and heat.
"Boom...!" The palms that contained fire and chill confronted each other, and there was a slight roar suddenly.
Along with a slight roar, the two invisible palms that attacked each other turned into a scorching fire and a cold white light in the air.
After seeing the power produced by Yu Haoran and Meng Fanwei's martial arts in the duel, it can reach the Yuanli transformation that can only be controlled by the martial arts realm. Whether it is the senior level of the Baichimen or the disciples who are competing, they all have a look Looked at them in shock.
Actually, not to mention the high-level of the hundred feet gate, even Meng Fanwei, a participant in the duel, looked at the red and white light that was constantly annihilating in the air, with a look of shock on his face.
Because he also didn't expect that the burning sun of the samurai's first-grade cultivation base could reach the manifestation of vitality.
But for Haoran, this phenomenon is normal.
The reason why the searing heat and cold light can manifest in the form of Yuanli is not because the power of these two palms reaches the realm of martial arts, but because of the natural image formed when the attributes mutually reinforce each other.
In mid-air, the whiteness full of coldness and the redness full of scorching heat blend with each other, constantly swallowing and growing each other.
Although the cold white is far less powerful than the hot red, it has an absolute advantage in the power and speed of swallowing each other.
Ten seconds later, the two forces that were originally evenly matched, as they swallowed each other, finally only the cold white color remained.
And just after the last gleam of red light disappeared, the white, which had no attributes to interact with each other, was also invisible in mid-air.
I thought that swallowing each other would consume most of the energy of the cold wind, and I needed to continue using the second move to defeat Meng Fanwei, but what Yu Haoran did not expect was that the cold wind that swallowed a lot of hot energy was not only powerful Without the slightest weakening, the power has increased more than ten times.
Faced with such a powerful force, not to mention Meng Fanwei, a warrior with only a first-rank warrior, even a third-rank or even a sixth-rank warrior could not resist.
Therefore, the shock on Meng Fanwei's face was completely replaced by the pale color as he felt the biting cold wind of the increased power.
He knows that with his own strength, he can't resist the chilling hands, and his life and future are likely to be ruined here.
In the previous life, there was no deep hatred between him and Meng Fanwei. He was chosen as an opponent to prevent him from challenging Wu Zhengjun, which would affect Wu Zhengjun's final ranking, but it was not because he wanted his life.
Feeling the biting cold wind with more than ten times the power, Yu Haoran couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the Wuwei Sword King Feng Qingyun.
At this moment, the only people who can easily blow away the biting cold wind, those who can only blow away the biting cold wind easily, and those who do not have any malice towards themselves, are the only sword king Feng Qingyun.
Seeing Yu Haoran’s gaze for help, Feng Qingyun didn’t hesitate at all, waved his sleeves lightly, and didn’t feel any fluctuations in power. He saw the biting cold wind that was more than ten times stronger. He completely lost the power of terror, and finally turned into a breeze that blew across Meng Fanwei's face.