"You brat, are you still refusing to give in at this time? Even if you just say a word, I will find a reason to save you. If you don't say a word, what should I do?" Mu Yucheng You can't see it on the surface, but in your heart it's as if a fire has been lit.
Yes, in order to take the overall situation into consideration, Mu Yucheng did not take Wandong seriously at first, but slowly, as Wandong's character and talent were demonstrated one by one, Mu Yucheng became more and more fond of him. In addition, with Mu Tiannan in front, Mu Yucheng at this time actually regarded Wan Dong as a disciple of the Mu family, and he was still at the level of a baby.
The previous events seemed harsh and overbearing, but in fact they were more of a test for Wandong. By now, Mu Yucheng was quite satisfied with Wandong's performance, but how to end it now seemed to be a big problem.
Seeing the dense purple wind connecting with each other to form an earth-shattering purple storm, Mu Yucheng's tightly clenched palms even had beads of sweat forming and became wet. I just wish I could kneel down and beg Wandong to say a word, so that he could take advantage of the situation and save her.
But Wandong, on the other hand, faced this life-or-death situation, gritted his teeth and remained silent, making Mu Yu feel both loved and hated at the same time!
As the head of a first-grade family, of course he cannot go back on his word. But if it really comes to a critical juncture, Mu Yucheng will have to take action even if he has to save his face.
Mu Ao, Mu Xuansheng, Ling Tianhou and others are not roundworms in Mu Yucheng's stomach, so of course they don't know what he is thinking at this time. At this time, everyone was so anxious that they almost caught up with the ants on the hot pot. Even Mo Taichang is no exception. His expression alternates between blue and red, and his brows tighten and relax. You can tell at a glance that his heart is by no means peaceful.
"Master! No matter what, the face of the Supreme Elder Tiannan is involved here. You have to think of a way!" Mu Xuansheng was the first to hold back and shouted directly at Mu Yucheng.
Mu Yucheng's heart was already tense to the extreme, but after hearing Mu Xuansheng's words, he immediately made up his mind and cursed fiercely in his heart, "You little bastard, I've finally convinced you!" I just don’t want the face anymore!”
However, just when Mu Yucheng made up his mind and was about to take action to rescue Wandong, Wandong's figure suddenly changed. The figure that was originally compressed by infinite traps and could hardly move suddenly got rid of the mountain-like dignity. Suddenly became extremely light and agile. Light and agile... like a gust of wind!
The purple wind surging around Wandong suddenly lost its spirituality, no longer fierce and threatening, and no longer seemed to be a threat to Wandong. The streaks were just fixed in the air, neither moving nor moving. Dissipated, the situation gave people an indescribable weirdness.
"This... could this be another change of Jiuwu Huikong Zifengsha?" Mu Yucheng first had such a thought in his head, but when his eyes glanced at Jiuwu Huikong's face, he immediately He rejected this idea. There was no other reason, just because Jiuwu Huikong's complexion at this moment was beyond imagination, and it was obvious that everything that happened in front of him was definitely not under his control.
"ah!"
When Mu Yucheng's doubts resurfaced, there were already loud exclamations over there. I saw that Wandong's physical body kept passing through the purple wind, just like passing through the air, easily and naturally, without any hindrance!
But after all, the purple wind is not air, but a real killer weapon condensed from Jiuwu Huikong Dao Qi, which is enough to turn a steel body into powder.
"Master, could it be... Could it be that I'm dazzled? What's going on?" Mu Ao rubbed his eyes vigorously, and the look of surprise and confusion on his face was almost unbearable.
After all, he was no longer as strong as the Saint Soul Realm. Mu Yucheng's eyes were getting brighter and brighter at this moment, and the shock and excitement in them almost turned into substance and spit out.
"Okay, I really didn't expect that this kid has already understood the true meaning of wind! His control and understanding of wind are even better than Jiuwu Huikong! Hahaha... Jiuwu Huikong's Zifeng Sha, here In front of this kid, it’s like using a sword in front of Guan Gong! How wonderful!”
Mu Yucheng, whose palms were sweating nervously before, could not help but clapped his hands and laughed. I have to say that the surprise Wandong brought him was even worse!
"The true meaning of wind?!"
Amidst the shocked eyes of Mu Ao, Mu Xuansheng, Mo Taichang and others, Wan Dong's figure had easily escaped from Zifeng's surrounding area. An evil smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. Wandong's body suddenly stopped and he waved his right hand out in response.
The power of extremely mysterious laws suddenly poured out, like a large invisible net, covering the purple wind.
"Little bastard, what do you want to do!?" Only then did Jiuwu Huikong wake up from the shock, and Zhang Liang let out a sharp rebuke.
"What are you doing? Hehe... treat others with their own treatment!"
Along with Wandong's loud words, his gestures waved faster and more urgently. The purple winds that were fixed in the mid-air gradually gathered and merged with Wandong's gestures, gradually forming a wave that was as big as a bucket. Thick and ferocious wind pillars, with purple light reaching into the sky, are astonishingly murderous!
"Good! What a man who treats others with his own way!" Mu Yucheng became more and more excited as he watched, and he even hesitated to praise Wandong, laughing continuously.
Mu Ao, Mu Xuansheng, Mo Taichang and others looked at each other in confusion. No one expected that a young junior like Wandong could be so furious that his demeanor was completely lost!
"you wanna die!"
Why treat others with their own way? From Jiuwu Huikong's point of view, it was a naked slap in the face. Amidst the sharp roar, a huge shadow that was dozens of feet tall suddenly pulled up from behind Jiuwu Huikong.
This phantom is huge, 100% similar to Jiuwu Huikong, and even its expression is the same. This is a statue of the natal god that only a strong person in the Holy Soul Realm can condense. Not to mention its power, the coercion it naturally unleashes is enough to impress countless peak gods!
"Jiuwu Huikong, are you making too much of a fuss?" Mu Yucheng's expression suddenly changed, and anger spewed out of his eyes. The members of the Jiuwu family are indeed highly cultivated, but their magnanimity is indeed something that no one dares to compliment.
Jiuwu Huikong was extremely angry at this time and ignored Mu Yucheng's words. With a slight move of his right hand, the big hand of the natal statue immediately pressed down on Wandong.
That big hand appeared above Wan Dong's head, like a huge cloud, covering the sky and making it suffocating.
"Hehe... I'm afraid of you?"
Wan Dong curled his lips and let out a sneer, then raised his right hand up to the sky and blasted out. The purple wind pillar, which was as thick as a bucket, roared suddenly, like a huge purple dragon soaring into the sky, and hit the huge palm shadow hard.
"Destroy the light of the fireflies!"
Jiuwu Huikong didn't even look at it, and pressed down with his palms. The huge palm shadow directly grasped the purple wind pillar in the palm of his hand. The five fingers of the huge palm shadow immediately tightened, trying to crush the purple wind pillar.
Although this purple wind pillar has undergone changes after Wandong's hands, in Jiuwu Huikong's view, it is still his Zifeng Sha. How can Jiuwu Huikong not understand his own unique skills? I thought that with this grasp, I would be able to smash him to pieces.
But this is often the case, the ideal is rich and the reality is very basic. The five fingers of the huge palm shadow had only been halfway closed when a strange light suddenly burst out from the purple wind pillar. This strange light condenses and never disperses, constantly rotating around the purple wind pillar. At first glance, it looks like a nebula, with irresistible forces of law bursting out straight from the center.
Click! Click!
As soon as the nebula emerged, it withstood the contraction of the five fingers of the giant palm. At the same time, the purple wind pillar began to exert its power, spreading countless lightning-like purple lights, exploding in the palm of the giant palm.
This natal statue is connected to the soul of Jiuwu Huikong. Once it is damaged, the consequences will be very serious. Jiuwu Huikong's complexion immediately changed. With a frown on his face, almost 80% of the Dao Qi in his body was mobilized. Countless strands of purple energy came from all directions and gathered in the giant palm. .
"You little bastard actually comprehended the two true meanings of Fengyun at the same time. You are simply evil! If I don't strangle you in the cradle, and given time, I'm afraid even I will succumb to you!"
Jiuwu Huikong's voice was unusually low, but the murderous intent that erupted from him became even more ferocious.
As a huge amount of Tao Qi was poured into the giant palm, the five fingers of the giant palm began to slowly shrink again. After all, Wandong's cultivation level was much worse than that of Jiuwu Huikong. In the face of this absolute gap, everything was just a cloud.
Fortunately, Wandong had no intention of confronting Jiuwu Huikong from the beginning. All he wanted was to delay as much time as possible.
Deliberately hiding the fact that he had understood the true meaning of the wind, he pretended to be in a state of embarrassment under the siege of Zifengsha.
Now that I can't pretend anymore, it's no big deal. An angry shout broke out from Wandong's mouth, and the true meaning of the sword burst out immediately. The purple wind pillar, under Wandong's thoughts, turned into a purple giant sword, which shocked the world!
Jiuwu Huikong used the statue of his natal god, while Wandong sacrificed the true meaning of the sword at this time. Putting aside the gap in the cultivation of Tao Qi between the two, in terms of understanding of the way of heaven, Wandong can completely compete with Jiuwu Huikong. Empty shoulders.
Jiuwu Huikong's words are not unreasonable. Given time, he will be stepped on by Wandong!
boom!
Just when Jiuwu Huikong controlled the giant palm to kill Wandong's purple sword, Wandong's purple sword actually chose to self-destruct.
What condensed into this purple sword was not Wandong's Dao Qi, but all came from Jiuwu Huikong. Its power was absolutely beyond imagination.
Unexpectedly, even in the darkest time, it was impossible to respond in time. In a series of earth-shattering roars, a little finger of the giant palm was blown away.
Although it was just a little finger, it was no small matter to Jiuwu Huikong. While his complexion changed drastically, a stream of blood could not help but flow out of the corner of his mouth... (To be continued)