Chapter 1845 Jiang Ming versus Song Tianliang

The joking smile disappeared, and there was a hint of ferocity. When the Holy Yuan in his body was activated, the soles of his feet suddenly hit the ground, and his body floated up, one meter above the ground. With his head in front and behind his feet, Song Tianliang's body spun quickly, and he rushed out in vain. His offensive was in vain. Quite strange. `

The power of the Holy Yuan was activated quickly. When he turned his palm, a whirlwind of wind attribute energy appeared out of thin air in Jiang Ming's huge palm. As he waved his hand, the whirlwind expanded instantly and swept out like a small tornado. Wherever it passed, the square The dust on the ground was absorbed one after another, and the momentum was fierce.

The strong wind was approaching, and under the strong wind pressure, the speed of Song Tianliang, who was rushing towards him, slowed down significantly. Although the momentum was fierce, it could not hurt Song Tianliang, but he could not open his eyes.

Seeing this, the eyes of everyone watching suddenly lit up, and they secretly marveled at Jiang Ming's reaction so quickly.

At the main seat, Fang Qianxing and the three elders also nodded with satisfaction, with a smile on their faces.

"Cunning bastard!" Song Tianliang cursed angrily in his heart, and covered his eyes with his arms to guard against Jiang Ming's surprise attack.

At the same time, the soles of his feet stamped on the ground, and Jiang Ming rushed forward with the same enthusiasm. A dangerous arc appeared on his face, and his figure swayed from side to side, like a carp in the water. In the blink of an eye, he came to Song Tianliang's right side and punched him directly. Just blasted up.

"Hmph!" Sensing Jiang Ming's attack, Song Tianliang snorted coldly, turned his body forcefully, and moved up one meter out of thin air, cleverly avoiding Jiang Ming's punch.

"If your focus is not on your feet, you are just a living target!" A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the soles of his feet touched the ground again. Jiang Ming rose into the sky, and his knees containing tyrannical power slammed into Song Tianliang's back. The tyrannical power also made him A faint green light glowed at the knees, and the attack was fierce and merciless.

He glanced down at Jiang Ming sideways, his face changed slightly, his dark eyes flashed fiercely, Song Tianliang suddenly turned over forcefully, and moved his hands forward to block him.

"boom!"

Jiang Ming soared into the sky, his knees contained tyrannical power, and with a muffled bang, he hit between Song Tianliang's palms. The tyrannical force, with strong momentum, sent Song Tianliang up to a height of more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.

"Okay!" He had the upper hand from the beginning, and the disciples of Qinglan Holy Palace cheered excitedly. `

"Not bad, not bad." The smile on his face was a little brighter. Elder Meng Fei nodded with satisfaction and smiled. Many people were also amazed by Jiang Ming's strength.

"Although Jiang Ming had the upper hand, Song Tianliang was not harmed at all, and his reaction ability was extremely strong.

With the help of Jiang Ming's power, they have opened a distance and have avoided Jiang Ming's attack range. They are worthy of being genius disciples, both of them are quite good. "Zhang Qingyun nodded and smiled, expressing satisfaction.

High in the sky, slightly cold eyes stared at Jiang Ming. He clasped his hands together and twisted them, making a clucking sound. Song Tianliang said lightly: "You are quite strong. No wonder you are so confident."

His eyes were serious, but he didn't show it. There was a smile on his face. Jiang Ming smiled slightly and said, "Aren't you the same?"

"In order to win, Qinglan Holy Palace will definitely pass on the heaven-level divine arts that were auctioned at the Chamber of Commerce to Jiang Ming for practice. Jiang Ming is not weak and cannot underestimate the enemy."

Recalling what Ding Yan said in his mind, Song Tianliang frowned slightly. Jiang Ming's strength was indeed not weak, and it was not easy to win.

"His Heavenly Level Divine Art must be saved for last as a trump card, and his Holy Yuan will be consumed first. By then, the power of the Heavenly Level Divine Art will be greatly reduced." He muttered in his heart, and Song Tianliang couldn't help but feel a trace of difficulty on his face. A aware sinister smile.

"Hmm?" Noticing the sinister smile and slight frown on Song Tianliang's face, Xiao Chen hummed in his heart, as if he had noticed something.

"Jiang Ming, come on, show some real skills." Standing upright in the void, suddenly waving to Jiang Ming, Song Tianliang said provocatively, looking extremely arrogant.

"Snapped!"

The hands suddenly clasped together, and there was a crisp sound. The fire attribute power was quickly activated in the body, and the tyrannical fire attribute power spurted out, and the momentum quickly soared.

"Xuanjie Divine Art! Wanxuanli Fire!"

With a loud shout in his heart, the fire attribute power spurting out of his body suddenly surged. At this moment, dozens of fireballs as thick as buckets condensed out of thin air within a few feet of Jiang Ming's body, and the temperature of the space instantly increased. `

"Boohoo!"

Song Tianliang had fierce eyes, his gestures changed quickly, and the fireballs floating around him shot out fiercely. The power was so strong that there were sounds of oppressive winds. Wherever he passed, the space was filled with heat, as if dream.

Although it was a Xuan-level divine art, the power displayed by Jiang Ming was quite powerful, and all the disciples had a look of fear on their faces.

Seeing Jiang Ming perform magic spells, the smile on Song Tianliang's face grew even more. Facing Jiang Ming's attack, Song Tianliang actually chose to avoid it. His figure flashed quickly and he dodged the fireball attacks one after another.

"Jiang Ming, attack faster." Song Tianliang continued to challenge as he easily avoided the fireball.

"What is he doing? With the same level of cultivation, there is no need to avoid the opponent's attacks, right?" Zhao Yuxi muttered with a slight frown and some doubts in his heart.

"I guess he wants to consume Jiang Ming's Saint Yuan power." Xiao Chen said calmly with his hands wrapped around his chest and his indifferent eyes looking at the sky.

"What? Consumption?" After hearing Xiao Chen's words, his face suddenly changed. Zhao Yuxi lost her voice and became even more nervous.

Fierce eyes were fixed on the dodging Song Tianliang. Seeing the latter's provocative look, the blood vessels on his face swelled one by one, and the blood surged, making Jiang Ming furious.

The Holy Yuan power in his body was activated crazily, and the tyrannical fire attribute power was even more tyrannical. Jiang Ming waved his hand suddenly, and the fireball that was about to condense attacked crazily. Compared with before, the power and speed of the fireball were more powerful.

In the main seat, Ding Yan's originally indifferent face finally showed a faint smile.

"Attack, keep attacking." The smile on his face became stronger, Song Tianliang said ecstatically, his figure kept flashing, avoiding the attack of fireballs, and a large number of fireballs flew into the distance and dispersed one after another.

Jiang Ming's crazy attack consumed a huge amount of the Holy Yuan power in his body, but a faint evil smile appeared on his face, as if he didn't care about the consumption of Holy Yuan power.

Two minutes later, as Song Tianliang continued to avoid, Jiang Ming suddenly stopped attacking.

"Xuanjie Divine Art! Wind Blade Hand!"

He stopped attacking, his body stagnated slightly, and the wind attribute power in his body exploded again. Jiang Ming flicked his arm. In the blink of an eye, his arm was covered by the tyrannical wind attribute power, forming a shape like a wind blade. He let out a low shout in his heart, and suddenly kicked his feet. Step into the void and rush forward.

"The strength has indeed weakened a lot." He was secretly proud and looked at Jiang Ming jokingly. Song Tianliang smiled contemptuously and said: "Jiang Ming, you have lost. You have consumed so much power. Do you really think you can still win it?" Can you defeat me? You underestimate the enemy."

"You are the one who underestimated the enemy!" He shouted coldly, his eyes even more fierce. With the help of the wind attribute, Jiang Ming's speed increased significantly by three points. When he approached, his arm turned into a wind blade and slashed away fiercely.

"Xuanjie Divine Art! Taiyi Xuanshi Shield!"

With a joking sneer on his face and a loud shout in his heart, Song Tianliang clasped his hands together and quickly condensed a purple energy shield in front of him, which was three feet wide.

"Peng!"

The wind blade arm containing powerful power slashed down fiercely, with a loud thunderous explosion, and struck the energy shield hard, but unfortunately it failed to shake the energy shield, and there was not even a single crack.

"Jiang Ming, with your current strength, you can't hurt me with your Xuan-level divine arts." Staring at Jiang Ming with a joking gaze, Song Tianliang sneered slightly, with no concealment of his pride.

"I know you were consuming my strength just now." I thought Jiang Ming would show a solemn or worried look, but a sinister smile appeared on Jiang Ming's face.

His face changed slightly, and when he saw the sinister smile on Jiang Ming's face, Song Tianliang immediately understood that when he was plotting against Jiang Ming, Jiang Ming was also plotting against him.

"Am I really wasting my strength in vain? Did the fireball just now really disappear?" Jiang Ming said with a slightly evil smile, with more of a sinister smile on his face.

"What?" When Song Tianliang heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and he felt uneasy in his heart.

Jiang Ming's attack was blocked, and he stepped back sharply. His fingers moved strangely. At this moment, a large number of fireballs that had disappeared suddenly appeared strangely in front of Song Tianliang's energy shield.

"Not good!" His pupils shrank sharply, Song Tianliang's head shook, and he broke out in cold sweat.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

"puff!"

There was no huge number of fireballs, but it had already condensed into a huge fireball several feet tall. It exploded with a bang and hit the energy shield. The energy shield shattered instantly. The tyrannical power of fire caused Song Tianliang to spit out a mouthful of blood. The figure flew out.

"As expected of a genius disciple, he is amazing."

"It's not easy!"

"This is a beautiful move!"

Jiang Ming's surprising move made the onlookers' eyes light up and they all started to admire him.

All the disciples of Qinglan Holy Palace cheered, but the senior officials of Phantom Holy Palace and the two disciples were secretly worried, all worried about Song Tianliang.

"Palace Master Ding, it seems that my disciple of Qinglan Holy Palace is stronger." From the main seat, it was difficult to conceal the joy in his heart. Fang Qianxing looked at Ding Yan and said with a happy smile. He couldn't help but stand up and clap his hands. .

His slightly pale face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes flashed with cold murderous intent. He used all his strength to activate the Holy Yuan crazily. His heart moved, and a jade pendant emitting light blue light flashed. It was high-grade spiritual energy, and his momentum and power suddenly surged.

"Heaven-level Divine Art! Phantom Extreme Wind Slash!"

After the shouts fell, Song Tianliang waved his hands fiercely, and a blue energy slash several feet in size carried the momentum of breaking bamboo and rushed towards Jiang Ming like lightning, with astonishing power.

"Heaven-level Divine Art!" Everyone below exclaimed, holding their breaths and enlarging their eyes.

"Well done! Just let me try the power of the heaven-level divine art!" Jiang Ming shouted, and with a wave of his hand, a Taoist talisman appeared out of thin air. It was high-grade spiritual energy. Its power surged crazily, with fierce momentum and strong fighting spirit. There was no trace of it at all. fear.

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