Chapter 100 (1/2)

Qingchao pine originally grew on the top of a very high mountain, bathed in the wind all year round, and gradually produced spirituality. It was a natural tree and good at controlling the wind. On the tree there are pine needles with sharp edges, which are dry gold and good at thorns.

After he got the green tide pine seed, Du Wenji not only integrated the green tide sword, but also cultivated his true Qi into Xumu's true Qi. He also let his four brothers, three men and one woman in the same military academy, all of them fused the green tide sword like him.

Because of the power of the green tide sword, it is most suitable for many people. The five members of his military academy used it together. The actual power was more than ten times greater than his single use.

These five people together make the green front surge, only to see the five green hurricanes like tides, forming a whirlpool with the overwhelming force. The center is Yin Wanzhen, who is surrounded by them.

The cyan in the hurricane is because the wind contains countless green pine needles. These pine needles are all melted by the dry and golden aura in the spirit sword. Although each needle is less than an inch long, it contains sharp Qi. Each one of them turns into a green light when it flies by. Countless lines of green light make up this green hurricane like green tide. This hurricane wind, everything is cut to pieces.

The dome and four walls of the whole Yuanyang hall were cut into pieces, revealing large gaps. The wind and snow from the outer door poured in, and the ice sheet collapsed like a broken eggshell. It was involved in the blue hurricane and turned into a mixed color spiral dragon.

Yin Wan silk is not afraid, on the contrary, his eyes shoot out a sharp light. Over the past 20 years, he has experienced more than ten wars, and has become a habit of living and dying. In this situation, he was like a tiger licking the smell of blood, and his bloodthirsty spirit surged up.

Before everything, he will do careful calculation, but thousands of plans, are not as good as the first battle!

He doesn't care whether the other side is the same school or the teacher. Those who stand in my way will die!

There is a strict commandment in the jade palace, which forbids killing each other. But the transmission tower is not. The transmission tower belongs to the ground of sharpening. Where is sharpening, even between the same door also has no sentiment to say. Even if today's classmates talk about friendship, in the future, when they meet foreign disciples, even monsters and ghosts, their opponents will not tell you about it.

What's more, the transmission tower is not under the surveillance of the immortal tree outside the gate. What happened in this, except for the disciples present, there will be no image left.

”Yan Yang Sword, fire cloud technique!”

Yin Wanzhen sat cross legged and sacrificed the sword of Yanyang. He didn't use any secret skill at the bottom of the box, but used the simplest fire cloud skill.

What the fire fern absorbs is Lihuo aura, which is not consistent with the green wood Qi in his body. But wood can make a fire. He just needs to inject the green wood Qi into the burning Yang Sword, just like pouring oil into the stove, and the fire will stand up.

His technique of fire cloud is to mix the Lihuo spirit in the sword with the green wood Qi in his body, disperse it in the air, and suddenly explode, forming a huge burning cloud. Lihuo Lingzi and Qingmu Lingzi in the cloud are burning rapidly, and the temperature is enough to melt iron. What's more terrible is that it will burn out the oxygen in the air, and the impact of the explosion will push away the air around, forming a vacuum enough to make all things die.

Yin Wanzhen then took it as a defensive technique.

The combined force of the five cyan hurricanes is far more powerful than the fire cloud burst out. I saw this hurricane pressure, will be hot clouds to press back. The huge fire cloud, which was originally 100 Zhang in size, was immediately compressed into a size of only 10 Zhang.

When the fire cloud is compressed, it becomes hotter. The original fire red, gradually turned into dazzling pure white, like a small sun, people can't open their eyes, and gradually even turned into light blue. I'm afraid even dark iron will evaporate in such a hot temperature.

Yin Wanzhen's fire cloud skill was not so powerful. However, the five people together blow the whole fire cloud into a small fireball less than ten feet in length. The fire ball is constantly filled with Xumu real gas, and the temperature is higher than the original fire cloud technique. I don't know how many times.

But they can't expect the fireball to burn Yin Wanzhen to death. All monks who are good at controlling fire can effectively resist the impact of fire aura. With Yanyang sword's control of Lihuo aura, Yin Wanzhen is rarely likely to be devoured by the fire.

What Du Wenji relied on was still the surging dry gold in the green front tide. If these pine needles, which are transformed by Xun wood aura, can pass through the fire cloud, Yin Wanzhen must be cut into pieces.

Yin Wanzhen sits in the center of the fireball with a sneer on his face. These pine needles belong to dry gold. Although they are sharp, fire can conquer gold. Based on this, Du Wenji is nothing more than relying on the force of five people to make the same mission, hoping to fight against it.

Countless pine needles shot into the blue and white fire, instantly burning, blinking into fly ash, simply can not fall on his body.

But Du Wenji was not discouraged.

”See how long you can last!”

Although the other party's body protecting fire cloud shields the pine needles, the consumption of genuine Qi is also very huge. Du Wenji, on the other hand, has five enemies and one. To maintain the current situation, they don't have to spare no effort. As long as the tide of the green front continues to surround Yin Wanzhen, he will be wrung into flesh foam sooner or later when he is exhausted.

Yin Wanzhen certainly won't sit around waiting to die.”Yanyang sword, fireball technique!”

Surrounded by this tornado like hurricane, the blazing fire suddenly spewed out five small fireballs, three or four feet in size, and flew around. Judging from his intention, it seems that he is going to directly attack the five opponents besieging him.

Du asked the machine a cold hum and said with a smile, ”I can't measure my strength.”

Sure enough, the five fireballs were caught up in the strong wind and lost their strength before they flew a foot out of the wind.

In the next moment, Yin Wanzhen's body protecting fire cloud quickly faded, just like a candle in the wind, and suddenly extinguished!

Yin Wanzhen failed quickly, a little more than Du Wenji imagined. If he had been so tough, he should have been able to hold on for a moment and a half. Du Wanji secretly thought that the other side lost so fast, I am afraid it was because the fireball counterattack was too stupid.