Above the sky, Ouyang Ming's center of gravity sank, and invisible air waves swept over him.
Golden spiritual power surged, and the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter pointed his finger in the air and said coldly: "Stone Cone Technique!"
Before he finished speaking, the red tassel under the tip of the spear began to tremble like a tide. With Ouyang Ming as the core, all the yellow sand within a hundred feet was bumping up and down, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and the mental power condensed the sand. Together, until the end of time, the meaning will never be separated.
With the 50% increase in the attributes of the Blood Spear Dragon Slaying Spell, it becomes extremely terrifying.
"Condensation!" Ouyang Ming pointed his spear forward, and suddenly, countless stone cones made of sand flew up.
Constantly rotating, from a distance, it looks like he is carrying a formation diagram around his body, and the stone cone flows as if it has the power to open the sky.
"Hmph, it turns out he is a spell caster. No wonder he is so arrogant. But that alone is not enough." Ji Haoran's eyes became even more playful. He looked at Ouyang Ming as if he were looking at a live prey. The more the prey became, the more playful it became. Struggle, while beheading. The pleasure inside him became stronger.
He raised his palm, a flash of red light flashed across his palm, and said in a cold voice: "Blood Cloud Palm!"
As soon as the voice fell, he pushed it out lightly, and a huge blood-colored palm appeared out of thin air. Every line on it was extremely clear, as if it could suck his heart into it. A circle of blood clouds wrapped around the palm, non-stop. Rotate.
"Boom..." Qi Jin collided before Spiritual Qi.
Wherever the explosion occurred, countless lines of palpitating whiteness appeared in the space.
The big hand collided with the formation diagram, and there was a loud noise, the sky and the earth roared, and a circle of invisible air waves turned around and turned away.
But this stalemate only lasted for two breaths. The formation formed by the stone cones began to shatter. Countless stone cones scattered into fine yellow sand and fell from the sky. The sky and the earth were like rain. If the yellow sand rain is just like this, even the entire formation has a sign of imminent collapse.
Ji Haoran glanced at Ouyang Ming gently, half-smiling.
But even so, Ouyang Ming still looked calm and unfazed by changes.
He pointed the spear in his hand again, pushed it outward, and said softly: "Come together!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the rotating stone cone within the array condensed towards the center with the big hand as the center. How much sand is there in the desert? It can be described as endless. There are as many stone cones as there are sands. Like a heavy rain hitting pear blossoms, with its majestic momentum, it directly submerged this big hand.
Ouyang Ming raised his left hand, closed it in the middle, squeezed it gently, and said coldly: "Sand Burial!"
Before the sound dissipated, the stone cone kept collapsing and shrinking towards the middle, creating an extremely strong squeezing force.
This scene finally made Ji Haoran frown, open his mouth, exhale gently, and say: "Explode!"
"Boom..." I saw the palm condensed by condensation exploding, producing a destructive force that shattered all the stone cones.
The fight between the two was about to reach its climax. They were fighting each other almost as fast as lightning, but every time they made a move, there was hidden murderous intention. As long as one mistake was made, they would suffer violent and continuous blows.
But the two of them were equally good at controlling the rhythm of the battle, so they fought evenly.
Of course, if we really wanted to tell the difference, Ouyang Ming won half of the moves. After all, he was only a high-level spiritual person, while the opponent was a peak spiritual person.
The yellow sand dispersed and the world returned to peace.
Everyone outside the light curtain felt as if they had seen a ghost. Regardless of whether they had ridiculed or ridiculed before, at this moment, their faces were full of surprise. My heart roared, and there was only one thought left in my mind, that is, how is this possible? A high-level spiritual person actually tied with a spiritual person at the peak level. Moreover, this was not an ordinary spiritual person at the peak level, but Ji Haoran, the Taoist disciple of the Ji family, who had the qualifications to dominate a generation.
Zhan Jian's face was complicated, and when he thought of what he had thought, his face felt burning pain.
Didn't he look down on such a genius back then? This is a person who can compete with Daozi!
More importantly, he had fought against Ji Haoran and suffered losses at his hands, so he naturally knew how difficult this person was.
He Jian and Jiang Yingrong exchanged a look, and after taking a breath, they said through the message: "Shopkeeper Jiang, congratulations. The Jiang family can help you for once, why don't you worry about it. Brother Yu, as long as he reaches the peak of the spiritual realm, except Daozi No one can stop him."
Jiang Yingrong's eyes flashed with brilliance, her slender fingers rubbed her perfect collarbone, and she replied via voice transmission: "Elder He is right, you are the guardian elder of the Jiang family, but..." She frowned slightly, as if she was a little uncomfortable. untie.
"Just what?" He Jian asked in a voice message.
"This time I saw Brother Yu use the Stone Cone Technique. I always felt that this magic seemed to be much more powerful than the last time." She pondered for a moment and expressed her doubts.
"Well, last time, when we were out, Brother Yu stepped into the subtle realm and entered the spiritual realm of communion between heaven and man. I think this has something to do with it." He Jian did not tell the news about returning to Jianfeng, and answered cleverly. solved this problem.
"Then it must be like this. Entering the spiritual realm of harmony between heaven and man, your mental power will break through the limit." She replied through a voice message. Even so, deep down in her heart, she still didn't think highly of Ouyang Ming. After all, Ji Haoran was in the Great Ruins. The reputation is too great. How can there be a hypocrite under the great reputation
But the two of them only guessed one reason correctly. The other reason was that the head devoured the bone dragon, and the mental power fed back to himself, which directly increased Ouyang Ming's mental power by 20%.
The wind in the desert was extremely sultry and rolled up Ji Haoran's sleeves. He looked at Ouyang Ming with a critical look and chuckled: "It's interesting. If you block one of my moves again, I will put your name on the Taoist Monument." Please move a few steps forward, this is an opportunity that no one else can ask for." He waved his sleeves forward with a casual expression.
Ouyang Ming shook his head in disbelief, without any emotion on his face.
The red light on the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter circulated, and he pressed down from top to bottom, and said in a cold voice: "Using my spiritual power as a guide, give the yellow sand spiritual thoughts, gather!" This voice contains the domineering power of the Wei Nian Jue. meaning. I said, give Huangsha spiritual thoughts, then give Huangsha spiritual thoughts. Not even the sky can stop him, he has such a domineering and majestic attitude that he can make the world law with just one word.
After all, the essence of the Dragon Clan is domineering, and the Wei Nian Jue is the top secret method of the Dragon Clan. It uses the King's Qi to nourish the domineering Qi, and it will never end.
When this sound swept in all directions, countless cold winds came whimpering, like a lone wolf crying at the moon or an evil ghost crying at the grave.
Just as something beyond cognition is about to appear, at the same time, Ouyang Ming visualizes the bone dragon in the spiritual world, condensing its immortality and gathering its immortality.
The Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter suddenly pushed outwards, and in an instant, within a hundred feet, the yellow sand flowed like water, as if there was a powerful creature swimming in the yellow sand.
Ouyang Ming looked down, with a strange look in his eyes, and said coldly: "I said this yellow sand is like the sea, I said the sand can turn into a dragon, get up!"
Before he finished speaking, a bone dragon made of yellow sand rose up from the sky. Its breath was majestic and swept in all directions. Even the space was shaken. After a long roar, it rushed straight towards Ji Haoran. .
This salon not only has the idea of the dragon clan, but also has the soul of the dragon clan.
Seeing this shocking scene, even Ji Haoran felt a little frightened, not because of his strength, but because of the inherent fear of the Dragon Clan among the natives of Daxu.
Forcibly suppressing this thought, his eyes were focused, and his hands were intertwined, almost turning into an afterimage. He kept shooting out in the air, and the shadows of his palms condensed in front of him, and he shouted in a cold voice: "The clouds of blood are turning the sky!"
Before the voice fell, he pushed his right hand outward and lifted his left hand from bottom to top.
Countless blood-colored palms grew against the wind, and it felt as if they were blocking out the sky. The bloody light reflected half of the sky in red, suppressing the sound of the wind.
Not only that, there seemed to be an even bigger palm print hidden under the yellow sand, lifting up the yellow sand to a height of ten feet.
At this time, if anyone looked down from the sky, they would be so surprised that they would be speechless. I saw a bone dragon made of yellow sand crashing away from east to west. Every bone was lifelike. Wherever it passed, aura and air were stripped away at the same time, forming an indescribable mottled color.
On the other side, countless hand seals combined, with overwhelming momentum, rolled up the yellow sand ten feet, and arrived in an instant.
"Bang..." The sound was like the sky opening. The bone dragon and the palm print collapsed at the same time, and everything visible to the naked eye was filled with yellow sand. A black light visible to the naked eye swept across all directions. It was just an air wave set off on the periphery. Even a high-level spirit practitioner would have his blood boiling when it touched it. But at the core of the collision, it was rolled up by the spiritual power and the yellow sand shot out was even more intense. It is like exploding shrapnel with strong kinetic energy, so high-level spiritual beings must be careful to deal with it.
The yellow sand hit the light curtain like raindrops, and countless extremely violent ripples seemed to tear the light curtain apart at any time.
This scene shocked everyone.
I thought to myself, this is Daozi's first-level combat power. Isn't it too terrifying? Ordinary spiritual beings are at their peak in front of him and have no power to fight back.
Especially when I think of one of them being a high-level spiritual person, the shock in my heart immediately turns into fear.
Jiang Yingrong withdrew her gaze from the yellow sand, looked at He Jian with an eager look on her face, and said, "Elder He, who won?"
"Both of them are Daozi first-level figures. There is no winner with this level of moves." He Jian looked at Huang Sha, his eyes as deep as the sea.
"Hiss... What, this kind of move can't tell the difference between winner and loser?" Jiang Yingrong's pupils shrank suddenly. She is the pinnacle of spiritual beings, and even the first level of genius, but compared with Daozi, she is still far behind.
Only Daozi can stop Daozi!
The yellow sand dispersed and the world returned to peace.
Ji Haoran's eyes no longer had the previous casualness, but were replaced by solemnity. The energy in his body was still and smooth, and he did not dare to move rashly.
On the contrary, Ouyang is obviously more casual. His long hair is flowing behind him in the wind, his clothes are not messy at all, his face is full of domineering, and the purple energy lingering on the top of his head, there is a hint of a dragon and a tiger competing.
He gently took a step forward with his right foot, followed closely by his left foot, and his voice was extremely cold: "Aren't you going to kill me to prove the truth? Come on!"