Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 3: Famous in the Eastern Wilderness Chapter 456: Unparalleled!

The wind is indeed not enough!

Mastering the Kaiyang of Li Feng's three movements does not mean that Su Ming can exert astonishing power like the Feng Man Divine General. After all, his cultivation is still very weak.

This level of wind rising and wind coming would not be able to shock an ordinary witch, and could only be regarded as a relatively common manifestation when fighting against each other's magical powers.

Now facing the elder of the Witch Temple who had half a foot in the witchcraft, and who would be injured even if the Yin Spirit man fought against him, Su Ming knew that this little wind... wasn't enough!

In the Kaiyang style, the main wind is sent out. No matter how much wind you send, it will be returned several times. The more you send, the more will be returned, and the stronger its power will be!

Therefore, Su Ming's eyes flashed at this moment, and his body unfolded its extreme speed. Instead of retreating and moving forward, it whizzed toward the sky like a meteor.

Since the wind waving his sleeves is not enough, Su Ming will use his body and his fastest speed to stir up the strongest wind he can create at this moment! !

As Su Ming flew straight into the sky, with a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, gusts of wind roared in. Outside Su Ming's body, as his speed became faster and faster, As he flew straight into the sky, the strong wind he brought up suddenly blew into the sky.

This completes his Kaiyang Bongfeng!

This violent wind swept across all directions. The moment it rushed into the sky, the sea of ​​clouds roared and spread violently around. In the blink of an eye, it spread from the previous hundreds of miles to thousands of miles! !

In the sky with a radius of thousands of miles, the sea of ​​clouds turned into a huge whirlpool, rumbling and rotating. All of this happened in an instant, when Su Ming's body was above the sky and he clenched his fist again.

A shocking scene that is unforgettable for everyone who witnessed it! !

The sea of ​​clouds with a radius of thousands of miles came straight towards Su Ming's right fist from all directions in an attitude of reversing time. In an instant, after Su Ming completed the action of making a fist, it condensed in his fist, as if in the palm of his hand. , holding the whirlpool of wind and clouds in the sky just now!

Thousands of miles of blue sky, there is no wind or cloud, this is the second key point in Kaiyang - borrowing the wind! !

Su Ming's eyes flashed coldly. He punched the old man from the Witch Temple below with his clenched right hand!

This punch didn't seem to have much strength, but the punch caused an indescribable wind to burst out from Su Ming's punch!

This wind emits a sharp whistling and whimpering, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, which makes people feel frightened after hearing it! It's like a thunderous thunder in the silent dawn, like a storm breaking out in the quiet sea, like a loud roar in the plains!

A wind dragon was transformed by Su Ming's punch while rushing towards the old man in the Witch Temple. This wind dragon was hundreds of feet long and extremely ferocious. Its body was mostly translucent. It made a whimpering sound. It's its roar. The sharp whistling is its roar!

"Open the sun!!" Su Ming murmured. The wind dragon approached the old man at the Witch Temple in an instant. The old man's expression was extremely solemn. As his white hair danced wildly, a bulge suddenly appeared on his neck. The bulge grew rapidly. · Like a sarcoma, when the wind dragon finally arrived, the sarcoma split open, and a head suddenly appeared from inside.

At this moment, the old man looked extremely terrifying. He had two heads. The new head looked like that of a young man, but his expression was ferocious. The moment the head appeared, the old man grabbed it with his right hand and it immediately appeared in his hand. There were two huge conch horns.

He took one in each hand and put it in his mouth. Suddenly, there was a shocking sound of whining. Under this sound, the body in front of him was distorted. A series of shrill roars came out, and the distortion was directly broken into pieces. Endless large numbers of innocent souls suddenly rushed out from the cracks in the void. From a distance, they looked like a black rainbow full of innocent souls, heading straight for the wind dragon.

The roaring sound echoed in all directions, and the wind dragon collapsed. However, most of the resentment Changhong of the old man from the Witch Temple was dissipated, but there was still a lot left. After dispersing the wind dragon, he went straight towards Su Ming.

But even though it looked like this, in fact, when the wind dragon collapsed, the old man of the Witch Temple turned pale for an instant, but he recovered quickly, making it difficult for outsiders to see.

He was extremely shocked at this moment. You must know that there was a huge gap between Su Ming and his cultivation at this moment. However, under such a gap, the wind dragon still made the old man's energy and blood stop flowing, and it had the tendency to flow out. It is enough to see that the power of this technique is by no means ordinary.

Su Ming spat out a mouthful of blood and stepped back several steps. The Hanshan Bell suddenly transformed. As the bell echoed, Su Ming made a hand seal with his hands and pointed at the bell. Suddenly, the light above the big bell flashed, and the Nine Infant Beast The phantom suddenly transformed in the sky, and the eyes of the sixth one among them flashed, and they fiercely sucked in the river of wronged souls.

With this suction, the resentful soul Changhong that rushed towards Su Ming suddenly changed its direction and was swallowed up in large quantities by the sixth head of Su Ming's Hanshan Bell.

"Originally, I planned to spare your life for the sake of others, but since you are so ungrateful, I will send you to hell!" The elder of the Witch Temple looked very gloomy.

The two people they were fighting at this moment, or even almost everyone here, didn't notice that outside a hall in the distance, the dragon-shaped mark on the arm of Wanqiu, the saint of the Haiqiu tribe, was flashing. flash.

The moment the old man from the Witch Temple spoke the words, five sarcomas suddenly appeared on his neck. After these five sarcomas appeared, they shattered at the same time, and five different heads drilled out of them!

In this way, the old man in the Witch Temple looked like a monster, but with the appearance of the five heads, a shocking aura suddenly emerged from his body.

Now there were a total of seven heads on his body, including men, women, and children. Each one had a sad look on his face and roared ferociously at Su Ming, making the old man look like the evil spirit he had summoned in the first place.

"The magic of spiritual media, the mark of sealing the sky!" The old man from the Witch Temple had countless bulges twisting and rising on his body at this moment, making him look extremely terrifying. At the same time, he raised his right hand and pointed at the big man with the Yin spirit.

Under this finger, no fluctuation of magical power could be seen, and the other six heads of the old man could only be heard roaring in unison. There seemed to be some kind of spell contained in the roar!

"The Eternal Seal of the Medium Spirit Clan!!" The expression of the Yin Ling man suddenly changed. He quickly raised his hands and slapped himself several times. Every time he dropped his huge body, a large number of growth rings would appear. Around it, countless rings of growth rings appeared, seemingly resisting something. At the same time, he took big steps towards the old man.

"Seal!!" The old man from the Witch Temple sneered, and with a low roar, his three heads shrank in size and disappeared. At the moment when the Yin Ling man was there, a curtain of light suddenly appeared outside his body. This curtain of light suddenly appeared. Flashing, forming a huge seal.

The big man who was sealed inside immediately showed pain on his face.

At the same time, the old man pointed at Su Ming's clone. The clone's shadow suddenly disappeared. However, at the moment it disappeared, it was forced out of the void. His expression also showed pain. A screen of light appeared outside his body. , turned into a seal!

Su Ming's poisonous corpse could not change this fate. The moment the old man pointed at it, the seal outside his body flashed and was sealed in the air.

This is an extremely overbearing magical power that does not tolerate the slightest resistance or struggle. After doing this, the six heads on the old man's body disappeared without a trace. He stared at Su Ming, his eyes showing murderous intent and looking at the ants. Take a step forward.

"Without the Yin spirit guard, without the two puppets, and only you are left, then... I will let you die slowly..."

Su Ming looked calm as he looked at the elders of the Witch Temple who were walking towards him step by step. In this battle, he completely failed. Even the big man with Nine Yin Spirits was defeated by the old man who was half-stepping into despair. He used that kind of The seal of unimaginable supernatural power.

Su Ming sighed softly.

"With strong cultivation, you can eat the weak and the strong..."

"With strong cultivation, you can let your own will replace everything..."

"With strong cultivation, you can plunder other people's things at will..."

"With strong cultivation, you can decide the life and death of others..."

"If this is the case, then if the strength I show is stronger than yours, then I can prey on you and let my will replace your soul. I can also decide your life or death..." Su Ming looked at the man walking towards him. The old man from the Witch Temple.

"That's right, if you have the ultimate witch cultivation, not to mention taking away the red stone, even if it is more serious, it is just casual." The old man from the Witch Temple walked forward step by step, and when he spoke gloomily, he was no longer close to Su Ming. A few dozen feet away, Leng Heng shook his sleeves, raised his right hand towards Su Ming, and grabbed it fiercely from the air!

"The farce is over!"

"It's over... Qilongshen..." Su Ming's eyes fell on the mark on his left hand. The mark didn't look like the mark of the Yin Spirit. It was very blurry, but Su Ming could feel it. its existence.

The moment the words Naqi Longshen appeared, the big hand grabbed by the old man from the Witch Temple was already less than three feet away from Su Ming. But at this moment, suddenly, the void twisted in front of Su Ming, A finger came out from it. The finger appeared extremely abruptly and pointed into the palm of the old man from the Witch Temple.

With one finger, the old man from the Witch Temple let out a shrill scream. His entire right arm suddenly collapsed, and his body rolled back quickly, with a look of shock and disbelief on his face.

At the same time, an angry dragon roar suddenly came out from Wanqiu of the Haiqiu tribe in the distance. Even Wanqiu was startled by the appearance of this dragon roar, and then, from her arm, , the dragon seal emits a monstrous red light, and violently transforms into a huge red dragon. This red dragon roars, and its body is so big. After appearing, the dragon's head rolls up, and it suddenly appears in Su Ming's... ···Under your feet!

At this moment, Su Ming stood there, as if he were standing on the body of a red dragon, with long hair flying and dressed in black. He was incomparable!