The heavy rain is like a bead curtain, hanging between the sky and the earth, connecting into one.
Ouyang Ming glanced at King Kong with a carefree look, and said softly: "No, I want to see it. I don't want to give the fire of the sky phoenix and the devouring power. Who can take it away?" The voice sounded calm and peaceful, but the words The content revealed in it is as thick as a mountain, as if it can make a deep hole in the earth.
It’s not the words that are heavy, but the person who speaks them. Because he is a venerable one who has survived the nine heavenly tribulations.
He is Ouyang Ming, who has the power of dragon and phoenix, and can make the world law with one word.
Xiaohong kept chirping and fluttered her wings in the air.
In an instant, the bead curtain formed by raindrops within a radius of ten feet was peeled off inch by inch like silk and cocoon, turning into white mist.
It screamed arrogantly and praised: "Yes, these are my tribe! They are extremely arrogant and never lower their heads. Even if they stand in front of a cliff thousands of meters high, they are still proud and proud, fearless of heaven and earth!"
Li Xin listened to the voice, her eyes ignored the space, and instantly locked onto Xiao Hong. Not knowing what he thought of, he licked his lips heavily.
As for Ouyang Ming, although he has a very strong aura, he is just a newly promoted venerable. Deep down in his heart, he is not too cautious.
As soon as the thought sinks, the Qi movement is as smooth as one, the momentum is drawn but not released, deep in the flesh and blood, and the control of every muscle is meticulous, so that not a feather can be added, not a fly can fall. It is conceivable that once this hidden power breaks out, it will definitely shake the world and shock the world.
At the same time, he raised his steps forward, like a Kunpeng rushing towards food, and flew straight towards Ouyang Ming. The center of gravity rises and falls, unpredictable. There was a circle of blood wrapped around the fist, and it was punched out, but the air around the fist did not even ripple or wave.
This punch seemed ordinary, but its power was as powerful as the sea.
At the peak of the Venerable, every attack can be said to be launched at will, whether it is round or square, curved or straight, all based on a single thought. And it contains the power of heaven and earth to eliminate its redundancy. But the more this happens, the greater the power hidden in the fist becomes, and the more dangerous it becomes. If you make one careless move, you will be attacked continuously like turbulent waves.
Although Ouyang Ming showed disdain before, it was just a tactic to attack people's hearts.
The movements of the hands are extremely fast, and I dare not push too hard. The center of gravity swayed in the body like mercury, the frame was opened, and a Tai Chi defensive posture was put into place.
"Pa..." Ouyang Ming took half a step back, his wrist swam like a water snake, and transferred the force to the palm of his hand, leaving a lingering effect, and used the force to push outward.
But there have been countless life-and-death battles, and how rich is the combat experience
It turned into a tangle and moved up along his arm. The two of them were showing off their moves, and they didn't have much majesty, and the moves were simple.
It seemed as if the person fighting in the sky was not the venerable man standing at the top of the pyramid, but an ordinary warrior.
To sum up the principles of this world, we can't escape from the eight words of returning to nature and simplicity. And these two top masters in the spiritual world have obviously understood the secrets. Their moves are simple, but they contain hidden murderous intent.
Goshawk looked at the two figures fighting in the sky and said softly: "King Kong, what's wrong, the battle between the master and that sage is not exciting at all?" He is only the peak spiritual person, although in the spiritual world He is already a master, but he is still far from the realm where the two of them are.
"King Kong?" Seeing that the mountain-like spiritual beast didn't answer, the goshawk muttered again.
After a full ten breaths, Jin just regained consciousness, his eyes full of panic, shook off the rainwater on his body, and replied: "The master is still testing... but the power in it!" It paused, and His face was horrified, and the flesh on his face trembled slightly.
The eyes of Dahuang and Goshawk focused in vain, falling on King Kong, waiting for the next step.
"Even if I activate the power of my bloodline, I can't stop ten moves..." he said.
Dahuang and Goshawk exchanged glances, their hearts roaring. This is just a test. How powerful would it be if it exploded with all its strength
Moreover, the three beasts have been together for a long time, and they know exactly what level the multi-armed vajra has reached. The more they think about it, the more chilled they feel. Even the little red eyes had an incredible look.
In the sky, Ouyang Ming stepped sideways and slid backwards, his body flashing as if teleporting.
The right hand changed from a fist to a palm, then turned into a palm knife, slashing at the back of Chong Xin. When using it, he bumped his left elbow outward. This timing was perfectly grasped. It was just when Chong Xin was adjusting his Qi movement to catch him off guard.
The more I felt centrifugal, the more frightened I became, and I secretly said in my heart that this child cannot be treated with common sense. The control of the battle rhythm and the timing of the attack are all meticulous and difficult to describe. To be able to fight the strong with force and crush them with a domineering attitude, to avoid long nights and endless dreams. Thinking of this, the spiritual power in the Dan Lake boiled and spread to the whole body. A blood-colored line suddenly lit up. He twisted his body at an incredible angle, turned his body, and moved his right hand outward with lightning speed.
He swept Ouyang Ming's palm knife away, and his left hand fell down along his body, just in time to block the elbow strike.
"Boom..." The qi machines collided in front of the spiritual power, and the sublime sound of bells and drums echoed in all directions between heaven and earth.
The raindrops within a hundred feet of the two people just hung in the air, and finally exploded.
It turned into white mist and swept in all directions. Wherever the air wave passed, the earth sank rapidly, and the creatures within the range were unable to even scream and collapsed instantly.
From a distance, it looks like a balloon filled with mist that has exploded in vain, wiping out all life.
This is the peak combat power in the spiritual world. Once it breaks out, it will be earth-shattering.
Goshawk took a breath of cold air and said in a trembling voice: "Is this just a collision of qi and machines?"
"Yes, it was just a trial before, and the real war begins now." King Kong replied, while speaking, he looked at the sky without blinking.
Dahuang pursed his lips and sighed in his heart, alas, the distance from Xiao Mingzi is getting farther and farther, do I really have a chance to catch up? At this moment, his heart was filled with deep confusion.
The qi of the two people have been deeply intertwined, and they are constantly colliding in the rain.
If they want to forcefully withdraw at this time, they will pay an extremely heavy price, so they can only continue to fight in this small area, and they don't want to withdraw, so they can only fight.
Why should we, monks, be afraid of a battle
In an instant, a fierce look flashed in Ouyang Ming's eyes, and he bumped into Li Xin with his shoulder, but Li Xin just punched Ou Yang Ming in the forehead.
Li Xin used the power of the Venerable to carry the tide of the East China Sea, and he was still able to remain unscathed. But under the impact, his body slipped backwards and flew backwards thirty or forty feet.
Ouyang Ming also felt uncomfortable. He was punched in the forehead between his eyebrows. His feet stepped on the void and intertwined with each other. He still maintained his posture of walking against the wind. The distance he retreated was roughly the same as the distance.
The two people's energy entangled deeper and rushed forward again.
Ouyang Ming visualized the ocean tide in the spiritual world. The wind of his fist was cold and majestic, carrying the force of the Yellow River crashing into the sea. Each punch was heavier than the previous one.
It's like a stormy sea crashing against the shore. The waves hit harder and harder, and the waves hit harder and harder.
But Li Xin was happy and not afraid, and the wind of fists was like rain, forming one piece and rolling in.
The word "gun" is used because his boxing style is really continuous.
"Boom..." There was another thunderous roar, which was deafening and resounded throughout the world.
The fist winds collided with each other in the sky, and the terrifying momentum was suppressed.
The strong winds intersected, and there was a feeling of stalemate.
Ouyang Ming visualized the meaning of the tide. His boxing style emphasizes that the more he strikes, the stronger he becomes. His invincible momentum piles up, rising higher and higher, and getting stronger and stronger until finally, he can break through the sky and see the blue sky.
Centrifugation, on the other hand, pays attention to the word "gun", which is as lingering as rain, full of changes, and has countless tricks.
For a while, they were really evenly matched.
But after ten breaths, the "roll" formula of centrifugal force pales in comparison. This is because Ouyang Ming's punch focuses on the intention and emphasizes the overlapping of meaning. This is similar to the big avalanche. As for Li Xin's reshape punch, it was intended to roll and change, but when faced with Ou Yangming's unreasonable and unreasonable moves that could defeat ten levels with one force, even if he tried his best, he couldn't perform it, and he gradually showed signs of collapse.
After three breaths, the fist wind collapsed.
Will Ouyang Ming let this opportunity pass? of course not!
His body swelled up like a rubber ball, he chased after Li Xin and punched out.
Li Xin screamed inwardly, and reacted very quickly. He raised his hands at the same time and moved outward to block this extremely tricky punch.
Ouyang Ming's punch was blocked. Not only was he not discouraged, but his eyes were even brighter. In the previous confrontation, he had suppressed his centrifugal momentum, and now was the best time to attack.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to rebound, he turned around and drew a stunning circular arc. His steps slipped, and the second and third punches followed.
Li Xin's expression was no longer as casual as before, but became extremely solemn.
He had only encountered two opponents of this level in the spiritual world, one was the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, and the second was Ouyang Ming. Both hands flew outward at the same time, and then flicked upward from bottom to top, like a round windmill.
The two fists collided, and the powerful force directly shattered the centrifugal tiger's mouth.
Ouyang Ming, who has been on the verge of life and death many times, certainly knows that once he has the upper hand, he can overwhelm others with his momentum and cannot stop or rest. One punch after another, fast and urgent, airtight, seamless, the Qi machine is constantly inciting, and it is completed in one go.
Every punch landed made Li Xin suffer unspeakably.
His heart was getting more and more frightened, especially because the physical strength displayed by Ou Yangming reached an unimaginable level.
After surviving nine heavenly tribulations, and having the thunder hammer away the impurities in his blood and flesh meridians, every cell in Ouyang Ming's body became extremely tough, with a vague sense of a world of its own. It can be said that in terms of physical strength alone, even if he is a peak venerable, comparing him is like comparing yellow sand to pearls. Therefore, when fighting Li Xin, he chose to fight in close quarters, relying on his extremely strong physical strength.
"We can't go on like this..." Li Xin thought to himself.
Blood flashed in his eyes, energy burst out, he raised his right hand and collided twice.
But at this moment, Ouyang Ming changed his moves in vain, turning his fists into palms. This time, his change of moves was not only fast, but also cruel. It was both unexpected and reasonable, making it impossible to guard against. Sometimes battles are like this, real and unreal, unpredictable.
The five fingers are closed together, like a long knife that can pierce the sky, and go straight to Li Xin's throat.