"Fire clouds cover the sky!"
Yun Chongxiao shouted loudly and slapped his palm. Immediately, fire clouds rolled in the sky, and in an instant they turned into a huge flaming palm, which pressed down fiercely. Powerful force and monstrous fire energy overflowed, and billowing heat waves rose up and shot out, shattering large pieces of stone bricks in the Holy Fire Hall and raising a sky full of smoke and dust.
The ground was torn into cracks and a huge palm of fire was imprinted there. The flames were still burning. The raging fire waves swept across the entire battlefield. A large number of Mingjiao disciples were injured by this palm and retreated from the Holy Fire Hall in groups.
Yun Chongxiao walked out slowly, and hot air waves kept rising above his body, making his entire body red, like a demon god that had stepped out of a fiery hell, making people shiver with fear.
"Today, anyone who stands in my way will die!"
"Bang!" The tip of Subuchi's poisonous dragon spear collided heavily with Haolie's fist again. Haolie paused and was about to regulate his breathing, but Subuchi's spear did not stop at all!
The Poison Dragon Spear suddenly stabbed out at an astonishing speed, and it changed again. The heat at the tip of the spear continued to rise, unpredictable and uncontrollable. The unparalleled internal energy increased rapidly, and under the condensation of the scorching fire power, a red fire dragon condensed on the tip of Shuchi's spear!
"Ah! The power of the fire god of the Changshengtian Divine Art - Longlong Po!"
Changshengtian, originated from the original belief of Mongolia, Shamanism, believes that there is a supreme ruler of all things in the universe - Changshengtian! Shamanism believes that all things have spirits, whether it is the sun and the moon, water and fire, wind and rain, thunder and lightning, mountains and rivers, and land, all have spiritual power. Through worship and practice, one can obtain the infinite power of nature!
Changshengtian nurtures and dominates all things. The magic skill named after it is the general outline of Mongolian martial arts, which encompasses everything. Unfortunately, the sky is infinite, but people are limited, and they cannot accept everything. They can only choose to practice according to their own fate, physique, and temperament.
Subutai was originally a disciple of Si Hanfei. He was the best in the world in using the Poison Dragon Spear. He focused on martial arts momentum and external application, and did not spend too much time on internal energy. However, after the battle with the King of Ever-Victorious, although it was a tragic victory, it greatly inspired Subutai. Under the advice of internal martial arts masters such as Zhou Yi, he combined his natural fire destiny with the practice of the Eternal Heavenly Fire Divine Power, and finally made a great breakthrough in a short period of time!
Seeing a huge scorching fire dragon swallowing up, Hao Lie was immediately horrified. He never thought that an external master like Shuchi could practice his internal strength to such a level. With such internal and external harmony, the power of the Poison Dragon Spear combined with the Changshengtian Divine Art would be more than doubled. Hao Lie had no choice but to quickly use the Lion King Magic Art - the Evil Lion Pounce to try to resist, but unfortunately he was already one step behind!
"Bang!" There was a heart-wrenching roar, blood splattered, and the Golden Lion King Haolie looked at the huge bloody hole on his chest with horror. He stretched out his hand forward unwillingly, and then slowly fell in the Holy Fire Hall.
Zhou Yi leaped half a meter into the air, looking down at Laughing Maitreya and Panda Guest below, and murderous intent suddenly rose up in his heart!
The Jade Water Sword trembled slightly, and the sword intent in the sky moved like a tide along with Zhou Yi's figure. The extremely powerful edge spread out from Zhou Yi's sword, causing ripples and impacting the minds of the Mingjiao disciples in the entire Holy Fire Hall.
Panda Guest and Laughing Mile secretly thought that something was not good, and hurriedly stood up and were about to retreat, but a dazzling sword light tore through the ripples and appeared, then stabbed directly at them in front of their horrified gazes.
Swish!
This sword seemed to break the speed limit, like the Milky Way across the sky. The two could only watch the sword light rapidly enlarge in their pupils. The sharp sword intent was like a pair of invisible giant hands pressing on his shoulders. His hands were like tied with lead blocks, and his dodging movements were extremely slow.
The sword light swept across, and the dark green sword light immediately cut across the necks of the two men, and blood gushed out.
The flash of sword light made many people feel frightened, especially the sword energy pouring down from the tip of the sword, which was a vast expanse of white and had a mighty momentum, and it was about to tear the sky apart in an instant.
Terrible swordsmanship, luckily he was not facing me, many Ming Cult disciples were secretly rejoicing, and many of them had already retreated to other places.
Clang... ... .
But Zhou Yi did not stop, a clear sound of sword echoed from the distant void. Everyone in the audience fixed their eyes, staring straight at the distant void, and saw a dazzling and sharp sword light bursting out from the void, which made people's eyes sting extremely.
Zhou Yi originally just wanted to use this earth-shattering, heaven-and-earth-burning sword to take the lives of the Panda Guest and Xiao Mile, but at the moment the sword was slashed, a faint enlightenment suddenly emerged in Zhou Yi's mind.
It seemed like something extraordinary was spreading wildly in Zhou Yi's heart. He was just a little bit away from mastering it, so Zhou Yi threw away all distracting thoughts and followed the spreading feeling in his heart, dancing with all his strength, and then...
The white sword energy spanned the entire space, with majestic momentum and power as boundless as a vast ocean, pressing down from the sky, and the entire world was filled with the shrill sound of swords.
This scene deeply shocked everyone present. Some sharp-eyed people could even vaguely see balls of flame slowly rising in the white sword energy.
This was sword fire, a flame condensed entirely from sword energy. In an instant, these clusters of sword fire had spread like wildfire, sweeping across the entire sky.
Bi Hongyao looked up from a distance and saw a raging fire falling from the end of the sky into the world.
“Is this the destruction of heaven and earth?”
At this time, Zhou Yi had already entered a mysterious state, and the Green Water Sword in his hand stabbed out very slowly. An indescribable oppression emerged from the sword, and in an instant, thousands of rays of light burst out from the iron sword, covering the sky above the entire Holy Fire Hall, and then turned into a monstrous sword energy that fell down.
The rumbling sound continued, and Zhou Yi was still immersed in that ethereal state of mind, but every time he swept his sword, it was enough to take the lives of dozens of Mingjiao disciples, and the condensed sword fire was like a raging sea, rushing towards the light.
"Xie Xiaofeng..." Zhou Yi whispered the name. This name seemed to carry an inexplicable magic. This was a swordsman who was blessed and favored by the gods since birth.
Zhou Yi suddenly recalled the tired figure in the inn. In those deep eyes were rippling empty loneliness and deep fatigue. A feeling of sudden cheerfulness surged into Zhou Yi's heart.
Just like if you don't understand loneliness, you can't understand Ximen Chuixue's sword, if you don't understand sadness, you can't understand Xie Xiaofeng's sword either! And at this moment, Zhou Yi understood! (To be continued)