C73 (1/2)
Aside from the unimaginable explosion, the collision of the ice and fire also produced thick white smoke. Ten meters, thirty meters, three hundred meters …
As the thick smoke dissipated, Ling Quan and Wu Zun returned to the group's line of sight. Unexpectedly, they did not fall! However, the ice shattered and the fire was extinguished. The sword left his hand and the spear left his body. The battlefield was littered with rocks, and the sky seemed to be riddled with wounds. Otherwise, why would the white clouds have been reduced to half of its original size?
There was blood in front of both of them, his own blood. Everyone had a few spots of blood on them. The battle continued without falling. Wu Zun was the first to run towards Ling Jun. He raised his right hand horizontally and gripped the air as the black sword returned. He stepped on the rocks and broke them apart.
Ling Jun waved his left hand, and a stream of lava fell into his hand. The spirits stirred the magma and drew a gossipy picture. The lava instantly congealed in front of him, leaving behind only the spinning of the Eight Trigrams.
As the eight trigrams spun, the black sword suddenly turned violent. With a flurry of force, it managed to break free from Wu Zun's control, creating a twenty feet long afterimage as it pierced straight into the trident.
Chi chi. Six lines split open on the lava stone. Rock Breaking Shield? No, the fiery red lava flowed through the cracks and instantly converged into the eight trigrams. The gossip turned into a circle, spreading towards the sword.
The black sword fell into the lava and stopped moving. A pitch-black liquid flowed out of the hilt of the sword, and it slowly moved towards the magma along the blade.
In that instant, a terrifying aura of death enveloped the entire battlefield, continuously spreading outwards. A fishy wind suddenly blew. It was incomparably cold, as if there were countless ghosts crying in the wind.
What kind of seal was this? Magma Swallowing Black Sword? The sword was bleeding? ”What?” Everyone was stunned. Spear Soul? ” His spirit was shocked beyond belief. That pool of magma was the Spear Soul. ”It is in...” Not good. It wants to devour the sword spirit. ”
Devouring was mutual, and the Sword Spirits were also preparing to devour the Spear Spirit. Wu Zun and Ling made their moves at the same time. One held a spear, the other a sword. Pull back, explode with all your strength.
Chi, chi. The black sword broke away from the lava, but was unable to break away from the Spear Soul. The black liquid sword spirit and the Lava Spear Spirit were entangled. They were devouring each other.
Endless anger exploded once again. As their auras expanded, they became more and more frenzied.
The spear and sword were three meters apart, but they were connected by a red and black liquid. The battle between the two souls continued.
Ling Jun and Wu Zun once again displayed their astonishing tacit understanding. At the same time, they slashed out a stream of sword Qi, which merged into the sword and spear.
Bang! The sword light descended and the two souls separated. Roar ~ ~ With a roar, the two souls returned to their respective homes. The aura of death that it emitted surged towards the two weapons at an unstoppable speed.
In just three short breaths of time, all the dead qi was gone. A terrifying devouring force. A terrifying weapon.
They could no longer use weapons in the following battles, so both of them had the same idea. In a bare-handed battle, the spirit had an absolute advantage. He first used a barrier around the battlefield.
With a snort, Wu Zun formed fists with both of his hands. The power of splitting mountains exploded towards Ling Jun. Even if he wasn't a Dharma cultivator, he still disdained training in Dharma. As a person, one, perseverance, hard work can achieve.
”He is such a person.” The Hundred Blossom God Fist, the Everlasting Stone. ” Ao Xue was a peerless goddess, so the cultivation technique she created was naturally more suitable for women. The battle was filled with endless beauty. Pinkie fists, jade arms, and fragrance. Even if she was knocked down, it was still a form of enjoyment.
What kind of scene would it be like if a man practiced the Hundred Flowers Divine Fist? Two words: ”Fierce!”
How did you sneak into the Thousand Plum School! The Three Souls were destroyed. ”A god of death appeared from the pile of women.” You must be having a hard time. ”
At this time, you still have the mind to think random thoughts. Your life really isn't going well. The Hundred Blossom God Fist had a total of a hundred moves. Not only did Wu Zun's punch have great strength, it was also very beautiful.
Broken clothes flapped in the wind due to the punch. As he bent over and kicked, one could faintly see the charm hidden within the techniques. At this moment, Wu Zun was no longer a god of death, but a male god. Every movement of the woman in the crowd was startled as she screamed. The most impressive thing was that his clothes were torn, and his strong muscles were faintly discernible. Who said he was black? His skin was clearly very white.