The spiritual power, sand and stones are burning fiercely, and the flames are soaring into the sky, seeming to be able to burn everything in the world. Especially the overbearing roar, which stirred up strong winds, and the wind helped the fire, making the burning black flames indescribably terrifying.
Ouyang Ming's face was pale, his teeth were clenched, and he took a step forward. A sound like thunder came from his body. Under the huge pressure, all his bones were squeezed toward his heart, and his body dwarfed, but His eyes were extremely persistent. After taking this step, he was even closer to Ji Haoran, only a dozen feet away, but still did not make a move. His patience was better than that of a lone wolf in the wilderness.
If he doesn't move, he will do it. If he moves, he will seek to kill him with one strike. He will never give Ji Haoran a chance to breathe.
"What—"
The roar was even louder, with a domineering tone that could overturn the world, making people bend their spines and make them surrender.
Ji Haoran felt his head sink and he was confused, as if his head was being pricked by thousands of fine needles at the same time. A sharp pain hit him, his feet swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.
Burial Sword's internal organs were all displaced, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes were more determined and persistent.
He Jian also staggered, secretly adjusting his Qi and maintaining his balance.
"Opportunity!" This word suddenly popped into Ouyang Ming's mind. He shifted his weight toward his legs and leaned forward, looking as if he couldn't bear the pressure and fell.
At the moment when his body was at an angle of 60 degrees with the ground, his legs suddenly straightened and he stepped hard against the ground, like a Kunpeng spreading its wings to pounce on food. With extremely sharp eyes, he pounced towards Ji Haoran. The white armor composed of spiritual energy outside the body rippled violently, like a calm lake suddenly falling on a meteorite weighing ten thousand kilograms. You can imagine the ripples caused.
In just a moment, the white armor was covered with dense cracks and could collapse at any time.
Ji Haoran was shocked at first, and then showed a look of ridicule. He dared to do something deep in the black flames. It was so stupid! His reaction was not slow at all. He first communicated with his Dantian and stabilized the aura armor on his body. At the same time, he slid back to the side. He believed that unless this person had the idea of perishing together, he would definitely stop the offensive and stabilize the spiritual energy armor first.
If the Venerable is contaminated by this black flame, even if he is not dead, he will still have to shed his skin, not to mention that he is only a spiritual person.
"Kacha!" The voice was very soft, and was blown away by the wind as soon as it came out. However, Ji Haoran is a Taoist first-level figure, and has already entered the realm of harmony between heaven and man, and is sensitive to any subtle change. Nothing escapes his perception. He was certain in his heart that Ouyang Ming would definitely stop attacking, adjust his energy, and stabilize his spiritual energy armor. Sure enough, this daring guy paused, with an imperceptible look of panic flashing in his eyes, and poured his spiritual energy into the armor. At this time, Ouyang Ming was still telling stories.
Just when Ji Haoran's inner defenses were at their lowest, a murderous voice rumbled out.
"Nian Nian Jue, the voice of gods and demons!"
Immediately afterwards, Ouyang Ming's spiritual armor was completely shattered, and the roars of countless gods and demons resounded. A shadow of a god and demon appeared, covered in blood, as if it had stepped out of hell. The surrounding space continued to vibrate, and even the burning black flame was stopped for a moment contrary to common sense. One way, two ways, three ways, countless ways. These shadows of gods and demons have different expressions and ferocious faces, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are so awe-inspiring that they corrode the black flames.
Ouyang Ming raised his hand and clapped his hands, and the shadows of gods and demons were like countless bloody lights, rushing towards Ji Haoran.
If this move could only go so far, Ouyang Ming would not use it at such a critical moment.
The most terrifying thing is that the gods and demons roared at the same time, and a domineering intention slowly emerged from the shadow. Suddenly, these shadows of gods and demons gathered their energy and exhaled at the same time. Their throats moved, and a strange sound came out of their mouths. This was the voice of gods and demons. Wherever this sound passed, it produced a frightening tearing force, blasting away the flames and resistance in front of it at the same time.
Just like countless gods and demons, they all used the Mind-Only Technique at the same time, and they all reached the stage of small success.
Seeing this scene, even Ji Haoran was stunned. There was only one thought left in his mind, is this kid crazy? He... isn't he afraid of death
At the same time, a monstrous crisis emerged in his mind. This crisis was so powerful that it had reached an unprecedented level. If he was not careful, his soul would be scattered and turned into ashes.
His teeth were gritted together, his handsome face was distorted, and his body was agile and he stepped back to the side. But this attack was too fast, it came in a blink of an eye, and it was pulled by the energy, making it impossible to avoid it. What drove him most crazy was that just when Ouyang Ming was swallowed up by the black flames, wisps of white flames emerged from his skin, hair, and pores at the same time. He raised his hand and shouted in a cold voice: "Condensation!" This burning black flame It spun quickly and turned into a lifelike fire lotus, which appeared at his feet, supporting his body. Every time he took a step, a black lotus suddenly appeared on the sole of his foot, and the lotus grew with each step. At this moment, he was like a king in fire.
"You tricked me!" Ji Haoran roared with a ferocious face.
It was at this moment that an extremely strong tearing force enveloped him.
His heart was trembling, every piece of flesh, every inch of skin, and even every cell in his body was screaming, as if he had fallen into the Nine Nether Cold Pond, and four big words appeared in his mind involuntarily, I can't stop it!
It was too late to say, but it was too soon. He didn't have time to think too much in this life-and-death situation.
The ancestral bloodline in Ji Haoran's body burned, a shadow of a blood dragon was reflected in his eyes, and a blood dragon head condensed out of thin air. The head was blood red all over and filled with evil energy, but its eyes were tightly closed. Not to mention this, Ji Haoran spurted out two mouthfuls of blood in succession, her voice was like weeping and complaining, and said: "I, the blood dragon Ji family, sacrifice fifty years of life, and use the power of the totem to fight for our clan. kill!"
Under this blow, the spiritual energy in his Dantian was exhausted, and even the color became a bit dull.
As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the blood dragon's head opened, its mouth opened, and he shouted coldly: "Kill-"
It crashed forward, but after only holding on for a breath, the blood dragon's head completely collapsed under the tearing force.
After all, the spiritual energy in Ji Haoran's dantian was consumed too much before, and it was in a hurry. This blow was not even 60% of the usual strength. How could he block Ouyang Ming's carefully prepared blow for a long time
"Death!" Ouyang Ming's eyes were cold. He put his left and right palms together, raised them to his chest, and pushed them out violently. The speed of the condensed shadow of gods and demons exploded again, directly surrounding Ji Haoran, and roared at the same time. After the blow, Ji Haoran was directly forced into a desperate situation.
Ouyang Ming tightened his grip on the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter and began to charge. The opponent was a Daozi-level figure. Even if he had an absolute advantage, he did not dare to take it lightly.
Ji Haoran's face showed a look of pain, and she took a deep look at Ouyang Ming. The aura armor on her body began to break, and she thought to herself, I can only use that move, otherwise I will die.
This is his biggest trump card, the full blow of the Lord of the Blood Dragon Family. He originally thought that this technique would be useless when meeting fellow cultivators, but he never thought that he would be forced into death by a cultivator one level below him.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were full of madness.
A talisman slipped out of his sleeve. The color of the talisman was somewhat like a yellowed ancient scroll, dark and light, but with a palpitating fluctuation.
Ji Haoran made a light stroke with his finger, and the talisman cracked an inch-long hole, forcing a trace of spiritual power into it. Immediately, the talisman burned, and a sword light burst out, and the sword intent rolled, one knife faster than the other, and each knife faster than the other, just like the waves crashing on the shore, the waves rolled up the gravel, getting higher and heavier, the sword light After concentrating in vain, he slashed away at the demon's shadow.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming said secretly that it was a pity and quickly stepped back. This was the full blow of the Venerable, and he could only avoid it temporarily.
"Crack!" The phantom of the gods and demons persisted for four breaths before slowly collapsing, and the sword intention gradually dimmed.
Ji Haoran took advantage of the time bought by this blow, and his potential exploded, burning his ancestral blood, spitting out a large mouthful of blood essence, and used blood escape to escape outwards.
The speed was so fast, like a bloody lightning that set off a prairie fire, Ouyang Ming couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.
It all sounds long, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye. From Ouyang Ming's sneak attack, using the voice of gods and demons, to Ji Haoran's use of life-saving means, fighting for his life, and fighting for a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, the total time did not exceed two breaths. But there are undercurrents and murderous intentions lurking every moment. Ji Haoran is determined, decisive and ruthless, and has the venerable to protect him with all his strength. Otherwise, Ji Haoran, the Taoist son of the Ji family, would have been killed by Ouyang Ming. Under the gun.
The black flame was like a naughty fire spirit, beating on Ouyang Ming's fingertips.
A black wall of fire was formed to block all the pressure coming from all around, and spread out the message of flattery. The fire of Tianfeng is the emperor of fire.
Ouyang Ming looked in the direction where Ji Haoran was going, snorted coldly, and said, "Next time, I will get back the blood of my ancestors."
He Jian looked at Ouyang Ming's slightly frail back and sighed to himself, what exactly is this flame? When I was in the Black Mist Mountain, I stepped on the flames, like a god. Before, lotuses were growing step by step. His pupils shrank slightly, and the awe in his heart became more and more intense. The more he came into contact with Ouyang Ming, the more frightened he felt. It seemed that this was a person born with knowledge, and no difficulty or danger could stop him.
The moment before, a Daozi-level figure was forced into a desperate situation.
He thought for a moment and thought to himself, could I block the previous blow? The answer is confusion, deep confusion.
Even he didn't know if he could block it. This didn't mean that Ouyang Ming's cultivation had caught up with He Jian, but that Ouyang Ming was in the flames, just like a tiger returning to the mountain or a real dragon entering the sea. The advantages of the environment were too great. Big.