C726 (1/2)
Ang! The high sounding dragon chant suddenly rang out between heaven and earth, and soon there was a brilliant heavenly power spreading around. In this vast dragon power, there are also threads of dark golden thunder flickering in the storm of disaster.
”You said, let me summon another head?” Lu Wu was surprised to see the horizontal sword standing at this time. Hongling, who was full of fierce breath, disdained to say: ”but by what, by your dragon blood?”
”Why not?” Hongling slowly raised his head, eyes full of dark gold thunder. At the moment, his dragon claw is holding the sad sword, and the Dragon scales on it are entangled by the thunder and lightning condensed by the robbery force.
Bang! A huge palm shadow suddenly generated from the empty air and fell towards the young man who was wrapped in thunder. The power of such a swift strike was terrifying. It has not yet touched the earth at the foot of Hongling, but has already squeezed it out of the deep palm print.
Click! CLICK! At the foot of the earth slowly split, forming countless terrible cracks. Hongling ignored the crack like an abyss, and there was a dense light under his feet.
At this time, a dark gold thread of Rob force suddenly gushed out from the bottom of his feet, spreading rapidly around like a swimming snake. In an instant, they twinkle in the dark. And the center of the mirror is Hongling, the matchless son of the world!
”Inflamed!” The long sword of Hongling raised his finger to the sky, and the whole mirror flashed with a sound of blazing fire. They turn into flame tornadoes, rapidly toward the God of sorrow.
Seeing that Lu Wu's huge palm shot quickly, the flame on Hongling's sword also rose with the rapid soaring into the sky. It turned into a bigger sword, which resisted the terrible palm print. In the moment of their standoff, a violent aftershock burst from the middle towards the surrounding.
”No, it's dangerous.” Many experts in heaven brought by Lu Wu and Qin Chen felt the air wave and retreated towards the distance. They didn't expect that the tenth apostle, who had been unable to take over the steward's sleeve, was now able to block the huge hand that covered the sky.
Hum! Hong Ling snorted coldly. Seeing that the palm print was still oppressing the flame sword, he was shocked.
Boom! The huge palm print was smashed by the huge flame sword, which made the burning sword break through the air quickly. It rose to the top and landed without falling.
”Well, I didn't expect that the disciples of Fengdu really had two sons!” Lu Wu looks like a meteorite, aiming at the huge flame sword that explodes down towards him. He reaches out his hand gracefully and holds the hot tip of the sword. He tilted his head, looked at the burning sword, and quietly twisted his hand.
Click! The blazing flame sword suddenly broke a gap in his life and broke it with a bang. The flame in the sky has not yet fallen, but has been swallowed up by one of the two tiger heads behind Lu Wu, and no more remains.
”It seems that I still don't need to summon a third head!” Lu Wu disdains to look at the Hongling standing on the mirror. The breath on her body has no change at all.
”Is that so?” Hongling slightly lowered her eyebrows and turned back her sword fiercely. She quickly pierced the God of sorrow into the mirror of emperor Yanhuang. In a flash, all of a sudden, there are burning flames and swords on the whole mirror.
Click! The thumb and middle finger attached to the fine dragon scale are rubbing gently at the moment, and a clear and crisp ring finger is made. Immediately, all the long swords suddenly broke away from the mirror, forming a burning river of swords in Hongling's body.
Seeing Lu Wu showing a curious color, Wushuang Shizi suddenly locks his pupils and then throws his sleeve towards this man. A great force of robbery suddenly poured out of his sleeve robe and shot towards the housekeeper of the heaven. At the same time, the Jianhe river, which was excited by it, is also rapidly plunging into the air and suddenly hanging upside down.
”Oh, how tenacious Lu Wu seems to be in a good mood. He doesn't feel bored because of Hongling's move. He raised a hand a little, and gave it a jerk.
Boom! The powerful plundering force turned into tide, and poured out from Lu Wu's palm toward the burning Jianhe river. This terrible power directly broke away the countless flame swords of Hongling.
”Bluebird, shall we do it now?” Ah Jiu obviously saw the anger of Hongling and was holding the hairpin of the broken River, hesitating whether he should make a move.
”Not busy at first!” Qingniao shook his head and said in a deep voice: ”the emperor's son-in-law was beaten by Lu Wuyi's sleeve before, but now he is angry. Let him vent his anger first. If it doesn't work, we'll follow suit! ”
”Good!” Ah-9 nodded and restrained the violent robbery force on the hairpin of the river.
Lu Wu saw that the two women didn't continue to move at the moment, and their looks were a little unhappy. These two women, they are so at ease with the tenth apostle of Fengdu? This man is just a monk who has just entered the nirvana realm. Even if he condenses his divinity, his strength is not enough for him.