Chapter 1102 Fierce Battle

Yun Lan was stunned for a moment, and there were bursts of thunder in his head. He thought that this time, the Lord of the Wu Tribe would definitely make a move himself, but in the end he jumped out of such a peak of the Venerable, which revived his slightly sinking thoughts. Today, Maybe... maybe there is still a chance.

He rolled his eyes twice, and said with a sneer, "Peak Venerable?"

"So what?" Ouyang Ming confronted each other.

Yun Lan shook his head full of surprise, but a large part of his mind remained on Jealousy. After all, in his cognition, even the strongest race at the beginning of chaos, the venerable could not block the emperor's blow. The two are like yellow sand and stars, incomparable. Therefore, he was certain in his heart that with just one blow, the Venerable could die without a place to bury him.

At this moment, Yun Lan moved, like a Kunpeng soaring to the sky, pounced towards her.

The white clothes fluttered and turned into a white arc, and the toes were like a dragonfly touching water. Separate your hands, and suddenly close them together. Before this movement was finished, the aura within a radius of a thousand feet suddenly rolled up, a small white sword condensed out of thin air, and the sword aura swept across the sky, beheading Ouyang Ming with a decisive attitude.

Seeing this ruthless blow, Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that in terms of strength alone, the sword cultivator with the box in front of him was not inferior to Long Chen, and was even better than Long Chen in some respects.

Of course, this blow seemed vicious, but Yun Lan did not use all her strength, but made a probe.

What he was afraid of was not Ouyang Ming, but the prince of the Wu tribe, so he didn't use all his strength.

"Good time!" Ouyang Ming's eyes were fixed, the light in his eyes flashed away, and he was secretly running the only chanting formula. An unspeakable sense of domineering swept across all directions with him as the core, and even the sky suddenly changed, and the wind was surging. Only read the formula, use the kingly spirit to nourish the domineering spirit, especially after the sound of the gods and demons is completed, with this sharp and incomparable momentum alone, the strong in the imperial realm can't afford to resist at all.

Even those who are strong in the imperial realm will be affected, and their hearts will fluctuate.

He let out a mouthful of turbid air, stepped on the void, separated his five fingers and grabbed forward brazenly. Seeing him like this, he actually wanted to shake the little white sword with his physical strength. This picture shocked the soul. This frail body, as if it had become eternal, was deeply engraved in everyone's minds, and even the space in front of them was still, leaving only the whistling of the wind.

"This... is he crazy?" An old man in a beast robe took a breath and said in a trembling voice.

"Well, stupid, even people from my witch department have to be extremely careful when encountering sword repairers, but he dared to grab it with his bare hands, it's just... almost..." In the end, he really couldn't find any words to describe it, so he could only linger Sighed.

The monks of the witch department actually have a deep-rooted idea in their hearts. Just relying on the strength of their physical bodies, they have an absolute advantage in the entire original heart, which can make all races hard to come by.

The strange look in Jealousy's eyes flashed away, and he thought to himself, the senior brother is superb in arithmetic, proficient in the four scriptures, can be regarded as yin and yang reincarnation, and has never made a wrong calculation in his life, I really don't know what is so strange about this little friend, how dare he grab a sword with his bare hands? The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and with a thought, he stepped into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man. Glancing at Da Huang and Xiao Hong, he saw that there was no worry on their faces, but instead, with a somewhat eager expression, he muttered softly: "Interesting, interesting." Even so, his turbulent mental power has already Let it go, ready to shoot at any time.

Again,

The gap between the peak of the Venerable and the powerhouse of the imperial realm is too great.

"Crack!" There was a soft sound, and the light of the small white sword flashed.

Ten feet, nine feet...one foot!

With a step, Ouyang Ming circulated the power of his body in secret, and electric arcs flashed on his body, like a god, and he grabbed it casually, as if the little sword was firmly clamped by a pair of iron pliers, it couldn't move an inch, it couldn't move. Stop trembling, there is a faint sign of collapse. Whoosh, another soft sound. The sound is not loud, but it is like spring rain moistening things, soft and silent, slowly melting.

But everyone who saw this scene only felt a cold wind blowing from the skin surface, and bursts of cold air emerged from the bone marrow, and there was only one thought in their hearts - how is this possible? The gap between the venerable and the emperor is like a natural moat, but now, the human venerable in front of him not only blocked the emperor's blow, but also crushed the little sword casually, like strolling in the courtyard, effortlessly , is this a myth?

"Well, so weak..." Ouyang Ming frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice.

As the voice reverberated in all directions, the talents of the witch department came to their senses, their pupils constricted violently, and their eyes were full of shock.

Da Huang and Xiao Hong turned their heads at the same time, exchanged glances, and both saw the joy in their respective eyes. During this period of hard training, Ouyang Ming's cultivation has improved again, and he crushed this small sword without any effort, which is a bit beyond their expectations.

Jealousy stroked his beard, nodded secretly, and Danhu calmed down again.

He thought to himself, judging from the strength shown by Ou Xiaoyou, he should be a bit stronger than ordinary emperors, but he didn't know how far he could go? In his heart, he still refused to believe that Ouyang Ming could defeat this strong swordsman. It was not easy to achieve this level.

Of course, among all the people present, Yun Lan was the most shocked. Before that, his mind had been on the prince of the Wu clan, and he didn't use all his strength, but even so, the ordinary emperor, under this blow, would only end in life and death, but he was not let go by the man in front of him. The ants in the eyes are easily resolved. Of course, the most important thing is that the other party is still a venerable, even at the peak of a venerable, he is still a venerable, which makes it difficult for him to accept.

Forcefully exhale the turbid air in the chest, guard the Lingtai with the heart, and once again step into the mysterious realm where the heart is like a flat lake.

His eyes were slightly dignified, and he was no longer as casual as before.

Ouyang Ming's thoughts sank. In his perception, Yunlan turned into a burning star, exuding a hot light. This kind of heat is not comparable to the Venerable Venerable. One is the sky and the other is the earth. Compare.

Suddenly, Yun Lan's eyes were filled with blood mist.

What's even more weird is that a half-arc sword is condensed out of thin air in the right hand. The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing and as long as a willow branch, which gives people a strange and cold feeling.

Ouyang Ming's heart sank slightly, but his face didn't reveal anything, he said coldly: "The long sword in the box is still out of its sheath?" He met many kendo masters. With a natal sword, and the emperor in front of him, I think it will be no exception.

"It's all right, my lord. If I still use the blood sword that I have been pregnant for thousands of years, even if I win, I will be stabbed in the back." Yun Lan replied.

Ouyang Ming nodded, knowing in his heart that the powerful in the imperial realm have their own pride.

Suddenly, a red light flashed in Yun Lan's eyes, like a long sword piercing the sky, the half arc of the sword overflowed with cold light, and rushed towards Ouyang Ming, the point of the sword pointed at Ou Yangming's heart.

Ouyang Ming has come all the way to this point, and he also has his own pride. He didn't take out the blood gun and dragon slaughter, but the void condensed. Not to mention using spiritual power to condense a spear.

Of course, this is just because he wants to see where his limit is.

If it was a life-and-death fight, he would definitely be flexible and changeable, using all means.

In mid-air, the situation changed rapidly, and I saw him draw a stunning half-arc in reverse...

The spear in his hand was getting faster and faster, stabbing out non-stop, like a rainstorm hitting pear blossoms, crackling.

In the end, it turned into a group of afterimages, one shot after another, and then a piece of afterimage of the gun blasted out in front of him, like a sea of ​​gun shadows, or as majestic as the Yangtze River pouring into the East China Sea; and as mysterious as the cold air of Jiuyou Changeable, hard to fathom; even as majestic as thunder and punishment, dignified and upright, straight to the middle... All kinds of strengths merged into one furnace, mysterious and unspeakable, his eyes flashed, his hands interlaced, and he quickly made a tactic.

With a sudden push forward, the spiritual power in Danhu Lake exploded, emitting dense light.

The shadow of the spear in front of him was rolling forward like a wave that shook the sky, faster and faster, and this shot actually caused a huge avalanche of "the avalanche does not stop, the gun does not stop" The artistic conception is contained in it, where the gun shadow passes, the space vibrates, and countless auras are squeezed out in all directions, forming a vacuum zone, and under the sunlight, there are colorful rays of light.

What's even more frightening is that countless tiny holes appeared in the space, emitting mist.

"This... is this really a move that the Venerable can use?" Someone exclaimed.

"Yeah, isn't it too scary?" Another strong man wearing a hat looked admiring.

At this moment, the previous regrets, ridicule and ridicule all disappeared in this moment, and only awe remained in my heart. This is the recognition of the strong, and martial arts prevail in the whole world, and the strong are respected.

Jealousy's eyes were full of emotion, and he thought to himself, senior brother, what kind of monster did you find? Up to this moment, he was sure that the little friend in front of him definitely had the strength to fight against the sword cultivator.

Seeing this majestic momentum, Yun Lan's pupils shrank slightly.

I cursed in my heart, what kind of arrogance is this?

A mere venerable can release such a huge power, even if compared with the emperor, he is not inferior. If you continue to entangle with him like this, wouldn't it be ridiculed.

However, he is also a strong man after all, so he forcibly suppressed this thought. The powerful fighting talent is shown, the right hand grips the circular arc knife, and the middle finger strikes hard. After a flash of white light in the hand, the figure quickly retreats, and the sharp sword energy keeps cutting out, like a butcher cutting a cow, cutting the spear afterimage. Every blow seems to be able to pierce the sky. This kind of sharp power is many times stronger than that of Star Trace.

In the sky, bursts of roars resounded like thunder.

Countless circles of air waves invisible to the naked eye quickly overlapped, like a meteorite falling from a lake, and the ripples could be imagined.

It's just the scattered fluctuations that ordinary emperors dare not touch easily, and they also have to stay away. ...

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