World of Cultivation: Section 347 World War I!
Hundred and forty-seventh battle!
Zuo Mo is full of war, full of blood, with a small bow, hands resting on his chest, fingers spread out, like a beast with potential, giving people a sense of danger! This is the hand-to-hand form of Great Sun Demon Physique, which he used subconsciously at this time.
The quiet surroundings forced Zuo Mo's attention to be unprecedented, and all consciousnesss were mobilized. Recently, his consciousness has made rapid progress. He has never moved so many consciousnesss like he did today. The usual "fishing" squeezes his consciousness clean every time, but the consumption of the small Devilish Arts's consciousness is extremely low, and the entire consumption process is like a long stream of water.
This time the move was made without any reservations.
The lively consciousness, enveloping his body, everything around him, quickly sketched out in his mind, as clear as the reflection of a mirror lake.
The surrounding temperature gradually rises, the scorching Aura becomes heavier, and the dark and deep void becomes brighter, and the surroundings become red.
Zuo Mo motionless, eyes narrowed slightly, the entire person's Aura is restrained, like stone carving.
"How many years haven't anyone touched the battle to break the prison? It looks like it's not too old, it's a pervert!" Leng Yong was full of emotions toward his friends. The two of them just rushed to Moshui Mingkong from the second prison, and before they could breathe, they saw the Zuo Mo independent of the prison battlefield.
The cold silk is a black silk robe with a complex pattern woven from a large amount of gold silk on the neckline sleeve. The figure is long and erect. He came from a famous door, always keeping his eyes above the top, and the condescending arrogant had penetrated into his bone marrow long ago. However, he is not stupid. In the face of the pervert in the prison battlefield, he had no pride in capital.
The perverts who can touch the battle for breaking the prison are all perverts in perversion. If you can continue to pervert, in another one or two hundred years, you may even be eligible to enter Elders Council.
菖 Zheng's eyes remained intact, and Qi said strangely: "It really is abnormal, I can't even feel his existence. This method of converging and rest is beyond our reach." Immediately somewhat wondered: "But this posture ... how See how it looks like Demon Skill ... "
In the end, Leng Yan is a famous person with better eyesight. He studied for a long time and Fang nodded: "It's Demon Skill!"
"Devils and Demons Dual Cultivation? That's awkward!" Wu Zheng couldn't believe it.
Leng Ye's heart was full of doubts, he didn't dare to draw conclusions, so he said, "I'll know later."
The two demon stared intently at the prison battlefield. They went through the prison battlefield of Mo Shuiming Kong that year. With their strength, they naturally didn't take much effort. They are quite curious. Is the rumored battle for breaking the prison really so powerful?
At this moment, the first wave of attacks in the prison battlefield begins.
The long red light suddenly seems to be pulled by an invisible force. They draw bright red lines from all directions and gather them into a bright red light spot at an amazing speed.
The red light spot expands sharply. A huge fireball floats a hundred feet away from Zuo Mo, and the crimson stream of flames continues to blast into the tongue of fire. Abundant force of fire, as the heat wave spread. Zuo Mo just felt that it was unbearable to be in the Great Dan furnace.
The eye-catching red light, the bright red glow like a meteor, the fiery fireballs, and the turbulent tongues of fire, all the demon who is watching on the outside show the color of admiration.
"Shui Devilish Arts unparalleled Qianliu adults, did not expect that Fire Devil surgery is so overbearing!" Wu Zheng's look was full of admiration.
Leng Yan also has a look of reverence, full of longing, "It is said that when Qianliu broke the prison and renamed Mo Shui Mingkong, he was only 28 years old. At the age of 28, he could set the name of a prison. It's terrible. "
"Hey, we wouldn't have been so happy if it hadn't been for the battle to break the prison." Sui Zheng suddenly laughed: "I don't know that Master Qianliu knows that his Moshui Mingkong has been challenged. What do you think?"
Huge fireballs, burning, domineering scorching Aura, swept by waves of everything around it with the hurting firepower. The figure of Zuo Mo is as small as an ant under the fireball.
"He seems very confident," Leng Yan said suddenly.
"Of course, those who can touch the war of breaking prison are not mediocre." Wu Zheng took his face for granted, but the tone of the whirlwind turned: "But again, Master Qianliu can leave a brand of Fire Devil on Ten Finger Prisons. Not so easy to deal with. "
"Who the **** are you helping? It's the same as saying." Leng Yan rolled his eyes.
"Haha, let's watch the fun, watch the fun!" Wu Zheng laughed awkwardly.
The two spoke fast, but they did not look away, staring firmly at the Zuo Mo on the court.
Zuo Mo's narrowed eyes revealed only a narrow slit. No one could see it. Deep down his eyes, as if there was a cold and strange flame, beating silently.
The open arms, the ten fingers spread out, and the shape of the micro-bow give an illusion to the onlookers. He intends to embrace this domineering and deadly fireball!
Zuo Mo doesn't panic.
The fatal and blazing Aura emanating from the giant fireball in front of him did not make his heart lake wave.
Five Elements, the fire line is his most familiar line besides the water line. From the original Li Shui Sword Scripture to the later Golden Crow Fire, he can also be regarded as playing expert.
The fireball in front of him is similar to the fireball somewhat when Pu Yao showed him. At the beginning, Zuo Mo encountered difficulties because of Li Shui Sword Scripture. When Pu Yao gave directions, it also made a huge fireball.
This familiar scene gave him a hint of mental turmoil. But it was only a trace of maggots, and his body naturally entered a combat state. He was not a Void Sword Sect disciple who had no actual combat experience. After many battles, he was keenly aware of the opportunity.
He attacked initiative.
In the void, he strode forward and disappeared into the vision of the demons.
The weird pace caused a horror, and the monsters were even more horrified by his behavior. Rushing directly towards the fireball, wouldn't it be to death? This fireball was formed by mobilizing the power of the whole prison battlefield. The firepower contained in it is strong, and already has reached an extremely scary level. As long as it is affected by any tongue of fire, I am afraid that it is impossible to retreat.
The fireball seemed to feel threatened, the fire tongue was a masterpiece, and a red fire whip swept towards Zuo Mo. In the void, the power of fire-strength reached terrible levels.
The sweat of the forehead ran down, and the concentration of firepower in the prison battlefield made him proficient in Fire Devil.
Zuo Mo stepped out of the void with no pause at his feet, strode forward, as if stepping into the void again.
Unconsciously, his legs are covered with a layer of lightly golden light.
The gushing tongue of flames rushed wildly towards Zuo Mo, and it was able to hit several times, only a slight difference. In such a thrilling scene, Nan Yue looked pale and almost screamed several times.
Zuo Mo looked indifferent, as if he didn't notice anything. His feet were like walking in a quiet court, calmly without a trace of confusion.
While watching the demon, there are many people who know the goods, and they all look simultaneously changed. None of them have seen such a strange step. The two monsters Leng Mao and Zheng Zheng only felt stiff and horrified.
When the demons were shaken by the pace of Zuo Mo, no one noticed that there was a layer of lightly light in the hands of Zuo Mo.
Every step, the light of Zuo Mo's hand becomes stronger.
When Zuo Mo took the twelfth step, the light of his hands was rich and substantive, almost flowing like a liquid.
What is this?
The demon's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the light shrouded in both hands of Zuo Mo. In their hearts, they were full of curiosity.
Everyone knows this is killing move of Zuo Mo. No matter how strange the pace is, we can't break the fireball, we still have to rely on the offensive Devilish Arts. The dazzling light shrouded in both hands brought a rainbow-like afterimage during the high-speed movement of Zuo Mo. With the sudden appearance of Zuo Mo, it also became a truncated rainbow.
killing move!
It must be a big killing move!
The crowd widened their eyes and didn't dare blink.
Nan Yue suddenly covered his mouth, and stunned his mouth with an exclaim, his eyes were unbelievable.
Heavens, how ... how is that possible?
That's ...
Zuo Mo is almost indifferent and calm, with each step, and with each point near the fireball, it keeps heating up. His momentum continued to rise with his pace.
His body is slightly out of order.
Thirty feet away, the scorching heat of **** hits him as if to burn him.
He squatted slightly, his hands hanging sideways.
Wei Yan's eyelids are completely open, and the depths of his eyes are calm, just like the cold oil is thrown into the fire, and the flames soar. Boiling warfare, burning each nerve of Zuo Mo.
All the fire tongues of the fireball rushed to Zuo Mo, Zuo Mo, and countless fire tongues were intertwined into a sea of fire.
The rising momentum reached peak at this time, and he raised his face sharply.
"Kill!"
The wanton and violent killing intent, centered on Zuo Mo, burst into a shot.
The Zuo Mo that popped up like a flying sword suddenly emerged from the sheath, raising a bright light, and chopped it towards the sea of fire!
In the sea of fire covering the sky, a dazzling line cuts out a straight and dazzling straight line, and sparks are splashed like rain.
Small sparks, the fireball is slashed!
All the overbearing and violent Aura, all the war intentions, seem to follow this cut and plunge into the fireball.
Stop in prison battlefield.
Everything is paused.
Time seems to stop suddenly.
Slap.
It sounds like the eggshell is broken, and the red and scary fireball is domineering and horrible. It explodes gently and turns into a puff spark.
spark is like rain and fog, and one after another, the figure of Zuo Mo is looming, the whole body has no momentum, and the dazzling light of both hands disappears.
Silent, silent.
Ten full breaths, no one made any sound. It wasn't until the tenth breath that the onlookers of the crowd seemed to wake up suddenly, the sound of uproar, and then one after another.
"Who sees what Devilish Arts is?"
"Awesome!"
"I haven't seen it, it must be the secret Devilish Arts! It's a monster! I don't know which hidden Aristocratic Family family came out!"
"It's worth it! It's not worth it! It's really worth it ..."
None of the onlookers can remain calm and passionate.
Among the demon, Nan Yue covered her mouth tightly, and she had only one thought in her heart repeatedly.
That's ...
The controversy surrounding her passed into her ears like a long distance. No one had expected that with so many monsters, only she understood the trick.
That's it
—— Little Devilish Arts!