Chapter 108 (1/2)
Mo long looked at the ancient wind blown away, sneered and shook his palm. The Lingli fist roared out again and blew towards the ancient wind. However, the speed of this Lingli giant fist is obviously several times faster than the last fist.
”Thunder sword formula, sword roaring and thunder!”
The long sword in the hand of the ancient wind radiated the light of silver, and there was a sound of thunder in the hall. Following the crowd, they saw that a sword like lightning cut out of the long sword in the ancient wind's hand and blasted at the Lingli giant fist.
Jinglei sword Jue is a Xuanpin eighth level martial art, and its level is definitely not low. When you have reached a high level of cultivation, you will be able to trigger the thunder of heaven and earth and assist the attack. The power is quite powerful. However, the current ancient style obviously can't do that. Otherwise, even the strong ones in the soul forging realm should weigh it. After all, the power of thunder is very powerful.
”Bang!”
The sword Qi and the Lingli fist collided with each other, and an extremely powerful wave suddenly broke out. The surrounding floor was directly turned into powder, and the strong wind roared and swept away.
Blocking the Lingli giant fist, the ancient wind looked cold and had a cold killing intention in his eyes.
”Thunder sword formula, sword cut thunder.”
The low voice sounded, and the long sword in Gu Feng's hand trembled slightly. A trace of heaven and earth aura was pulled out by him from the surrounding space and turned into a light arc like lightning around the long sword.
Immediately, he waved his sword. In the square, suddenly, the sound of thunder exploded. The dull sound of thunder made many people's hearts jump with it, and their eyes also flashed a striking color involuntarily.
Of course, they know what this is. The artistic conception, the heart moves with the mind, and the sword moves with the heart. Not everyone can understand this state, even the strong people who forge the soul can not understand it. At least, no one understands the artistic conception.
Artistic conception is divided into three realms: mind, true meaning and abstruse meaning. And what this ancient custom inadvertently understands is not very strong, it should be just the intention.
”This boy can't stay.”
Bai Dong's eyes were gloomy, and there was a cold killing intention in his eyes. Even as the opposite, he has to admit that this ancient style is really strong and powerful beyond his imagination.
If we let such enemies grow up, it will be absolutely devastating to their white family. Now they have become an immortal situation with the ancient style, so in any case, we should destroy this boy before he grows up.
”Deacon Mu Cheng, no wonder you said before that even if you can't make friends with the ancient style, don't offend him. He does have this capital.” the blue skirt woman's full chest fluctuated a few times and breathed a sigh of relief. There was a dignified color in her beautiful eyes, and a flash of brilliance.
Mu Cheng's face was also shocked. The talent of this wind is really abnormal. It's embarrassing that he has understood his mind at this age
”Firefly light!”
The surrounding exclamations made Mo Long's face a little gloomy. Originally, he should be the protagonist. Unexpectedly, he was robbed of the limelight by the boy who didn't know where to jump out in front of him, which directly filled his anger value. His big hand suddenly stretched out, and the bright spiritual power gathered in his palm.
”Big day dragon boxing!”
The dazzling golden light broke out from the sky. Immediately, the golden light condensed and turned directly into a golden sun about half a Zhang. In the hot sun, you can clearly see a swimming dragon swimming, exuding endless majesty. When the hot sun appears, the temperature of the whole space rises for it, full of a sense of oppression.