Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1103: Frost cold
Yun Lan cut out again with a single sword, and the sword light was dazzling and unparalleled.
However, at the next moment, his pupils were full of surprise, even a touch of horror. He was shocked to discover that the afterimage of the gun, like a whole, would cooperate and derive from each other, and that kind of method of relieving the cow can only treat the symptoms. Even more terrifying things, as time goes by, this gun force has become stronger and stronger, endless, like the five elements coexisting, and will never die.
Even with the strength of his emperor, when he saw such a strange and mysterious scene, he felt a sense of amazement.
Yun Lan didn't know, this shot, Ouyang Ming integrated the artistic conception of a big avalanche into it, and it was one of his masterpieces at the bottom of the box.
takes the meaning of an avalanche and will never back down.
This is the way Ouyang Ming is looking for. This is the mighty power of heaven and earth.
The avalanche is endless, the guns are endless, and you will never stop if you don't kill the enemy.
Of course, this blow is definitely a lot weaker than the real intention of the Tao to catalyze the big avalanche, but as long as it has the artistic conception of the avalanche, this blow will never be weak, even if it is not top-notch, otherwise, neither As for giving Yun Lan such a headache.
"It can't go on like this." He muttered in his heart.
The venerable in front of him gave him a weird feeling, especially the face of the other person. It was too calm. The real happiness and anger were invisible. It seemed that what he was facing was not a strong emperor, and Being a spiritual person, this made him feel a faint feeling in his heart.
bit his teeth, his eyes are full of blood, and he coldly said: "Blood burns the sky..."
's voice has not yet fallen, he wore white clothes as if he was soaked in blood, and even the arc double knives in his hands showed countless blood streaks, a drop of red blood rolled down the back of the blade, and then dripped down the sword.
This kind of extremely unspeakable picture is enough to shock everyone's heart.
Immediately afterwards, countless blood-colored small swords appeared out of thin air around Yun Lan's body, but for some reason, from a distance, it was like seeing hell. Every small sword was like a demon, a kind of gloom. Sense pervades the entire space.
"Cut!" When this little sword reached its limit, he roared, his voice resounding across the sky.
Before 's words fell, the **** little swords became ten, ten hundred, more and more like there is no limit, directly covering the space of thousands of meters. The sound of breaking through the air kept ringing, and an aura of destruction dispersed in all directions. Everything about trees, dead branches, and stones was turned into ashes, and even the space was marked with countless cracks, densely packed, and the force of a single blow was so terrifying.
This is Jian Xiu, the first to attack.
"Boom..." A voice like Huang Zhongda Lu fell from the sky.
I saw countless afterimages of guns and scarlet swords colliding with each other, fighting each other.
The whole world has become a sea of spears and scarlet swords!
One handle, two handles, three handles...
Countless small swords and spears wailed, losing their aura and falling from the air. After a while, they turned into a black mist and dissipated.
At this time, if you look from a distance, you will be surprised to find that there is a sword rain between the sky and the earth, and the handles are connected together, like a curtain covering the earth. This kind of picture, The shock was unimaginable.
"Huhuhu!" After a while, the shadow of the gun and the scarlet sword disappeared at the same time, and the whole world returned to peace.
"Hiss, even if the ordinary imperial realm meets these two people, the horror will be killed?" A shaman youth looked at an old man in gray, his eyes burning like two gossip flames , The rest of the strong also held their breath and looked over.
The old man thought for a moment, and said: "It's hard to say, but ordinary emperors will undoubtedly lose in front of them."
After saying this, he took a strong breath and then let it out.
secretly said in his heart, this kind of combat power has lived for thousands of years, and has never heard of it, let alone seen it. What the **** is going on, is this sky going to change?
Jealousy's withered body trembled. I don't know what he thought of, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like a round of hot sun, which can melt everything in the world, and rubbed a string of beads hard in his hand.
Rhubarb and Xiao Hong looked at each other, and they both saw the firmness of their eyes.
secretly said in my heart, I will work hard in the future, and I can't let Xiao Mingzi make the gap bigger. Up to now, although the four beasts are all the cultivation bases of the venerable, the gap with Ouyang Ming is getting wider and wider, and it can no longer be used to count, especially the Goshawk has completely fallen behind, let alone Ouyang Ming's pace. After all, the improvement of Ouyang Ming's combat power is really too buggy, even Feng Ling and Xu Aoran are not so fast, or even far apart.
Yun Lan glanced at Ouyang Ming deeply, and moved all his energy to him.
Although the two played against each other with only a few tricks, he knew in his heart that this person was not a fragile ant at all, but a dragon, who was extremely fierce. As long as there is the slightest carelessness, today, the Tao fruit that has been nurtured for thousands of years will inevitably disappear.
He didn't hesitate at all, an earth-shaking sword intent came out.
I pressed my finger in the air, and the sword case behind me was shocked. The countless cyan runes jumped, and a chill came out. There was an unreasonable meal in the entire space, and it seemed that there was something beyond the space. The power is about to appear. Yun Lan's eyes were obsessed, and she said coldly: "This sword, I have been nurtured with cold air for thousands of years, and the box has been sealed for two thousand years, but I didn't expect to be forced out by a monk who was one rank lower than me. It's sad. ...I admit that you have the strength far surpassing the average emperor, but with this sword, you will undoubtedly die. This is my belief in victory and my way."
When this voice spread across all directions, a pure sword intent remained condensed, stirring up nothingness.
The sword box rolled over, and with a "creak", a long sword made of ice and snow slid out, and it uttered an inferior sword sound, lonely and arrogantly.
Yunlan clenched the long sword, a chill that could freeze everything poured into his palm, arm, and all over the body along the long sword. The blood in his veins was mixed with ice slag, and the coldness was abnormal.
"Frosty cold!" He screamed up to the sky.
flipped his wrist, energy and charm blended into this sword without reservation.
This is a kind of madness that either you die or I die. This is a tyrannical belief that never retreats.
I saw his weight sink, his legs bent, Dan Lake boiled, and the light was immense, boldly cutting forward a stunning arc. This sword seems to have the power to open the sky, like dragons and tigers fighting, shaking the sky, with the awe-inspiring and domineering of the frosty nineteen states. Where the sword light passed, the space seemed to be torn apart by an unstoppable force, revealing a palpable darkness, no matter how hard it was to repair itself, it was finally frozen by this cold air.
This is Shuanghan!
Anyone who is strong in the imperial realm is not simple, there are always these and other means of life-saving.
"Huh!" When Ouyang Ming saw this scene, he took a breath of cold, his internal organs became cold, and his eyes condensed slightly. He felt a crisis in this sword. Although it was very weak, he still had to deal with it cautiously. .
"Borrow!" He growled in his heart, his spiritual world was like a tumbling nebula, with complicated patterns and constant changes. It seems that as long as you look at it a few more times, even your mind will be lost. At this time, if someone can enter his spiritual world, he will find that the lines in his eyes are exactly the same as the lines of visualization in the spiritual world.
As the word "borrow" fell, a tyrannical force poured into his limbs and his meridians swelled.
The thought sank, and the tyrannical mental power diffused like water waves. He twisted his wrist, took out the staff, and pressed it lightly. The lines on the staff instantly brightened, and countless tiny runes jumped.
"Stone Cone Technique!" He stepped into the realm of nuances and interaction between heaven and man, and his wand swung down sharply.
At this moment, with him as a circle, the earth within a radius of several thousand feet swayed like water waves, and collapsed after a short while, suddenly protruding in the middle, like a pair of indescribable big hands holding hands. The two ends of the earth flicked inward, shaking out countless rain-like stone cones. The stone cones changed rapidly and turned into countless arrays. The sword light that came out surged away.
"Illness!" Yun Lan was dark and indifferent.
Raised his left hand and pointed at the sword light. In an instant, the speed of the sword light increased greatly.
At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and spouted a mouthful of blood, dyeing the long sword made of ice and snow red.
slammed the hilt with his right hand, the long sword whispered, and the speed exploded, flashing like a cyan electric arc, instantly smoothing the distance between it and the sword light!
Ouyang Ming saw this picture, and pressed his right hand against the void, these countless arrays condensed into each other and turned into countless stone walls before the sword light, but as soon as they touched, the array collapsed every inch, and countless rocks fell from Falling in the air, rustling.
After comprehending the law of yin and yang, Ouyang Ming's use of spiritual power is more mysterious, so that he can turn the stone cone into a sky full of formations.
One, two, three... countless ways, more and more stone walls made up of patterns collapsed and scattered ~ IndoMTL.com~ Below the sky, an old man moved slowly. He wore a pair of light-colored cloth shoes with intersecting gray and white on his feet, his face was vicissitudes of life, and there were three star marks on the center of his brows. He crouched and walked to the jealous body, and said, "President, my little friend has fallen into a huge disadvantage. Isn’t the clan father taking action yet?” After saying that, the clan father has the highest status among the witches, and a look in his eyes can make many powerful men go to death generously.
"Not in a hurry." Envy shook his head.
"But..." The old man wanted to speak, but he was interrupted by jealousy before he could finish.
"Jealousy, the star mark on your forehead has reached three marks. You should feel what kind of power is hidden in Xiaoyou Ou's body. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as destroying the world. Besides, you have great luck, The weather is magnificent, this kind of person is destined to be destined to turn a good fortune, but how can he die unclearly? Brother, with a thousand-year-old divination, it caused the unknown to be this person, do you understand?" His voice was very loud. Light, but every word spit out, like a thunder, exploded in the head of jealousy, setting off a boundless wave of air.
There is only one thought left in my heart. What kind of person are you to get this kind of evaluation from the clan father?
The fact is the same, this kind of evaluation has been too high.
The witch clan father has always been pragmatic, but now he says such things. It is conceivable how much he values the human race in front of him. ...
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