Chapter 659 (1/2)
The fist fell into the air, penetrated the void, and blasted on the light curtain on the other side of the platform, making the light screen tremble.
”This old man, what terrible control
Lu Ming was moved.
The old devil of the devil wind has mastered every minute and every millimetre of his power. Every time he takes a hand, he will not waste any of his strength. He is precise and precise.
”Shura, trouble!”
At this moment, everyone's heart, is this idea.
The old devil wind is too strong. It is worthy of being an old monster in this sea area for hundreds of years. No one dares to provoke him under the spirit sea.
Many people think that although Lu Ming is strong, he should not be the opponent of the old devil wind.
”Jiulong steps on the sky!”
At this time, Lu Ming uses Jiulong's step into the sky. As soon as he steps on it, his body becomes a streamer and rises into the sky. In an instant, he avoids the attack of the old devil wind.
The old devil grabs the air with one claw and is stunned slightly. Looking up at the sky, Lu Ming is suspended in the sky.
”Unexpectedly, you still have such footwork. It's good. I don't know how your attack power is.”
The old devil of the evil wind laughs.
”If you want to know, let's try it!”
Boom! Boom! At the same time, the two fists of Lu Daofeng burst out in succession.
The old devil's eyes were cold and his hands waved.
Whew! Whew! ...
a series of wind blades condense and fly to the sky and collide with the falling fist force.
The wind, the fire, scattered and swept the battle platform.
The wind blade and fist strength offset each other.
”Come again!”
Lu Ming drinks and Zhenyuan is promoted. This time, he blows out hundreds of fists in a row. The whole space is full of fist power, and the momentum is extremely terrible.
In the stands, Chen Zhao's face turns white. Lu Ming's strength now shows that he can easily defeat his elder brother Chen Dao.
In each world war, Lu Ming seems to have no upper limit, giving people a feeling of bottomless abyss, and there is no end to it.
The old devil's face was dignified.
”Kill the devil!”
A long sword appeared on the old devil's hand. At this time, his body soared to the sky, and a blue sword light suddenly flashed out.
Zizi...
the figure of the old devil wind rushed into the sky and made a harsh sound.
Whew!
Finally, the old devil broke through the range of fists and ran into the sky, standing side by side with Lu Ming.
”Now, it's my turn!”
The old devil's voice was heard, but the man had disappeared. He seemed to become a gust of wind, floating between heaven and earth.
Whoosh...
the sky is really windy. With the wind, the temperature also drops sharply. Then, snowflakes appear in the sky, and with the strong wind, they sweep away towards the land.
”The mood of wind, the mood of snow!”
Lu Ming's eyes sparkled.
The old devil wind not only cultivates the artistic conception of wind, but also cultivates the artistic conception of snow.
The two kinds of artistic conception are the first level of perfection.
”Yes, there is. It is said that the old devil wind has understood two kinds of artistic conception, and it is true!”
”Yes, it is said that the old devil had a high spirit at that time. He wanted to understand two kinds of artistic conception, but he was stuck when he was at the top of the mountain, so he didn't break through the spirit sea. If he only understood one kind of artistic conception, he would have broken through the spirit sea.”
”But there is no doubt about the power of the two kinds of artistic conception. Shura is dangerous.”
In the stands, many old people are excited to talk about it.
”Ha ha, young man, die!”
In the wind and snow, the old devil's proud voice came out.