Yan Ximing's clothes suddenly swelled up, scorching hot air flowed away from his body, bringing chaotic winds, sweeping the eddies of wind one by one, pushing towards Yan Gongluo who was as calm as a virgin in front. The power of the flame soul naturally does not lack the characteristics of "flame", scorching hot, violent, powerful, yang and soft, both offensive and defensive. The scorching air was pushing toward Yan Gongluo at a seemingly slow speed, the air was chaotic, and the space was slightly distorted, showing the extreme strength of this silent force.
The Northern Emperor Sect is the Northern Emperor Sect after all, the body has not moved, only the breath is moving, but only with this one hand, there are very few people in the world who can win against others.
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Another gust of wind blew by, different from Yan Ximing's quiet wind, this gust of wind was cool and fast, bringing a gust of wind whistling towards it... An astonishing scene appeared immediately, the undulating vortex air was instantly blown away by the wind, and the next In seconds, everything has disappeared, even the scorching heat has completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
Yan Ximing, who had always been calm and composed, finally changed his face. With the lessons learned from Chu Jingtian and Leng Ya, he did not underestimate this deliberately provocative person because of his age. Therefore, before attacking, he used "Qi" to test... He was dreaming They never expected that his flame soul power would be wiped out in such an understatement. Moreover, the power from the other party brought him a strange feeling that seemed familiar but completely unfamiliar. The brief temptation made him feel astonished and suspicious beyond words.
And Yan Gongluo showed a slight ironic smile on his face. Flame Soul Jue... In terms of the purity of the power of the Flame Soul, in terms of familiarity with the power of the Flame Soul, in terms of the ability to control the power of the Flame Soul, in the entire Tianchen Continent, who else can compare to him—possesses the most pure Yan Gongluo of the blood of the Northern Emperor!
This contest of qi lasted only a few breaths, which stunned the three elders of the Northern Emperor Sect and stunned those peerless masters... The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Those white-haired masters who are over sixty years old suddenly feel that they are old. A few young people showed sharper edges than they had honed for decades in front of them one after another. After they were amazed, they suddenly felt ashamed, and let these overlords and famous peerless masters retreat from showing their shame. meaning.
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With a soft sound, Yan Ximing already had a red soft sword in his hand. This soft sword is usually hidden in his belt and wrapped around his waist, it is difficult to find its existence from the outside. This appearance, anyone can see its extraordinary. And let him take the initiative to show the weapon that he rarely shot, which shows how much pressure the opponent has put on him.
Yan Gongluo stretched out his hands slowly, he did not carry a weapon on his body. And his hands are originally extremely powerful weapons. However, just because he doesn't carry a weapon doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use one.
"Sanba, continue!" Yan Duancang shouted, and he threw a long branch towards Yan Gongluo. Yan Gongluo reached out to catch it, with a mysterious smile on his face.
Yan Ximing's face turned dark. Just when everyone thought he was going to use this branch as a weapon to despise his opponents, he made a move that was completely unexpected to them... He held the branch tightly, injected tyrannical strength, and made this branch The brittle branches became hard as steel. Then, he pulled out a strange silver thread from his sleeve, tried his best to bend the branch, bent it into an arc, and tied the thread to both ends.
When all this was done quickly, there was an extremely rough bow made of branches and silver wire in his hand. Back then when they were under Duanhunyuan, their bows were made in this way, and they were already extremely proficient. This bow, which was just made, even a child didn't bother to look at it, became his weapon against Yan Ximing.
The bow is the weapon used by the Northern Emperor back then, and the power of the Northern Emperor's blood will also be maximized because of the bow. However, there is an extremely strict restriction - to exert the strongest power of the flame soul on the "bow", one must have the blood of the Northern Emperor without impurities. Although people who have the blood of the impure Northern Emperor can also practice the Flaming Soul Art to a strong level, they will never be able to understand the essence of the Flaming Soul Art on the bow. However, since the internal split of the Northern Emperor Sect a hundred years ago, the real Northern Emperor Sect Master was forced to descend to Duanhunyuan, and no one could use a bow to release the strongest flame soul power, and gradually began to be forgotten. A hundred years later, it has been forgotten. At least, although Yan Ximing knew about the Northern Emperor's Bow, he didn't know that the original weapon of the Northern Emperor's blood was a bow.
"This is your weapon?" Yan Ximing's face was calm, with a cold light constantly flickering in his eyes. Using this kind of bow, which is not even a child's toy, has greater irony and contempt than his bare hands. He was so angry that he could only sneer.
"That's right." He slowly raised the bow in his hand, fixed his eyes on him and became far and deep, and said silently in his heart: "Today... I will let you, the false Northern Emperor, know what the real power of flame soul is." !!"
He, Yan Gongluo, is the real young master of the Northern Emperor!
He put his hand on the bowstring, and pulled the bowstring away from Yan Ximing with his index, middle and ring fingers at the same time. A huge air current compressed to the extreme condensed between his fingers. At that moment, everyone heard three superimposed screams.
Three groups of terrifying air waves rushed towards him, Yan Ximing's pupils shrank sharply, and when she sensed the danger, her body sank sharply. Suddenly, three gusts of violent wind whizzed past his head, followed by three dull bangs. There were already three dark holes in the solid mountain wall behind him.
A bow made of tree branches and silver thread, no arrows... It was such a bow, and with a flick of his hand, he shot three air arrows that were many times more terrifying than the sharp arrows.
Turning their breath into arrows, they once again couldn't believe what they saw, and their hearts were shocked again. Not long after the Tianchen Mowu Conference started, they were subjected to psychological shocks again and again. They began to lament more and more that the future of Tianchen Continent no longer belonged to them. But because of these few young people who turned out to be born, the situation will change. Controlling swords like gods, killing demon pupils with blood, turning gas into arrows... Today, they don't know how many shocks they have to experience, how many times they are unbelievable.
Yan Gongluo moved his hand again, and three more air arrows flew towards him. Yan Ximing, who had just lowered her body, turned back and dodged, feeling inexplicably horrified. The bow is the most commonly used long-range weapon. His attack range is large, but its flaws are also extremely obvious: firstly, he is not as free as a melee weapon, it takes time to draw the bowstring, and time to replace the arrows, and once he is close to him, he is useless. But the bow and "arrow" in Yan Gongluo's hands completely ignored these flaws. Because it only takes the time for him to move his fingers to pull the bowstring, and the air arrows are condensed in an instant, which hardly takes time, and not one at a time, but several.
Different from the "swish" sound made by ordinary arrows flying against the air, the "arrow" made by Yan Gongluo is a piercing "chirp" sound, which makes people feel uncomfortable when they hear it.
Lifting his fingers, three arrows flew, passing by Yan Ximing's arm, and split three long marks on his clothes.
Lifting his fingers, another three arrows were shot, Yan Ximing, who had stabilized her body just now, didn't have time to think about it, and leaned over to avoid it. In the ear, there was another screaming sound. A thin stream of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his head.
The frequency is too fast, the speed is too fast... At this point, besides dodging, he can't even get close!
Such a terrifying air arrow, if a god-level master were to release this kind of air arrow, who else in the world would be his opponent... And how did he do this! !
At this time, he would never have imagined that the only thing in the world who can condense energy into arrows with the most common bow is the power of the flame soul... the purest and purest flame soul power. Because the bow and arrow are the only natal weapons for those who possess the pure blood of the Northern Emperor. Just like a sword, it is the only natal weapon with pure Southern Emperor's blood.
Chirp...
Chirp...
Chirp...
The situation is surprisingly one-sided, and Yan Ximing's figure shuttles incomparably swiftly among the deadly air arrows. Although he seems to be hiding very beautifully every time, he is actually in a mess, because all he can do is to dodge. , like a prey struggling to survive on the death line. When all his consciousness and attention could only be used to avoid, it became impossible for him to escape even temporarily.
Chirp...
Chirp...
Yan Gongluo's hand hesitated for a moment when judging the direction, how could Yan Ximing, whose inner strings were tightly stretched, let go of this fleeting opportunity, and in that short gap, his body suddenly rushed forward, his body A line of swaying white shadows came out, heading towards Yan Gongluo, but just as he moved, the scorching air wave had already gone away before him, intending to force Yan Gongluo away, or destroy the bow in his hand. This temporary bow made of tree branches is undoubtedly a terrible weapon in his eyes at this time, and his heart is palpitating.
With this respite, Yan Ximing can start to approach at the same time while avoiding successively. Yan Gongluo narrowed his eyes, instead of showing regret or disappointment, he slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, not knowing whether he didn't care or disdain. Facing the air wave suddenly released by Yan Ximing, he didn't seem to notice it, and he didn't pay any attention to it. Facing his body, the fingers flicked the bowstring again, the difference was that this time it was not three fingers, but four fingers.
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
The four whistling air arrows no longer converged into a bunch as before, but spread out and shot at Yan Ximing's front, back, left, and right sides respectively. When they touched the power of the flame soul released by Yan Ximing , just like a cloud-piercing arrow, it pierced through without hindrance, and shot at Yan Ximing's body, blocking his four avoiding directions. On the contrary, the air wave was like a punctured balloon, and quickly disintegrated after the four air arrows passed through.
Using the power of Yan Gongluo in front of Yan Gongluo is tantamount to playing with an axe, not to mention that Yan Ximing's cultivation base of Yan Gongluo is inferior to Yan Gongluo's. No defeat wins. This is the difference between miscellaneous and pure. The power of the mixed flame soul will subconsciously surrender before the power of the pure flame soul, making a humble and escaping gesture. In contrast, if Yan Gongluo had to deal with a person whose strength was comparable to Yan Ximing's but practiced other skills, it would be relatively more strenuous.