Yun Lan was stunned for a moment, and there were thunderous thunders in his mind. He originally thought that this time, the Lord of the Witch Tribe would definitely take action personally, but he unexpectedly jumped out to the peak of such a venerable person. This made his slightly depressed thoughts become active again. Today, Maybe... maybe there is a glimmer of hope.
He turned his eyes twice and sneered: "The peak of the venerable?"
"So what?" Ouyang Ming argued.
Yun Lan shook his head in surprise, but a large part of his mind remained on Jealousy. After all, in his knowledge, even the strongest race at the beginning of Chaos, the Venerable could not block the Emperor's attack. The two were like yellow sand and stars, incomparable. Therefore, he was determined that with just one blow, this venerable man would die without a burial place.
At this moment, Yun Lan moved, like a Kunpeng soaring up to the nine heavens, and swooped towards him.
The white clothes made a hunting sound, turning into a white arc of electricity, and the toes touched the water like a dragonfly. The hands spread apart and suddenly came together. Before this move could be made, the spiritual energy within a thousand feet in radius suddenly began to roll. A small white sword condensed out of thin air. The sword energy pressed across the sky and struck at Ouyang Ming with a decisive gesture.
Seeing this fierce and awe-inspiring blow, Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that in terms of strength alone, the sword cultivator with the box in front of him was not inferior to Long Chen, and was even better in some aspects.
Of course, this blow seemed fierce, but Yun Lan did not use all his strength, but tried to test it.
What he was afraid of was not Ouyang Ming, but the Lord of the Wu Tribe, so he didn't use all his strength.
"Well done!" Ouyang Ming's eyes were focused, and the light in his eyes flashed away, and he secretly ran the Thought Secret Art. An indescribable sense of domineering swept across all directions with him as the core, and even the sky suddenly changed and the wind surged. In the Wei Nian Jue, kingly aura is used to nourish domineering aura, especially after the Voice of Gods and Demons is mastered. With this unrivaled aura alone, a strong person in the Imperial Realm will not be able to resist at all.
Even those who are powerful in the Imperial Realm will be affected and their hearts will wander.
He let out a soft breath, stepped on the void, spread his fingers and grabbed forward boldly. Looking at him like this, he actually wanted to use his physical strength to strike the small white sword. This image shocked the soul. This frail body seemed to have become eternity, deeply imprinted in everyone's mind, and even the space in front of them seemed to be still, leaving only the roar of the wind.
"Is this... is he crazy?" An old man in a beast robe took a breath of cold air and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Well, it's stupid. Even the people in my witch club have to be extremely careful when encountering sword cultivators, but he dared to catch it with his bare hands. It's just... just..." In the end, he couldn't find any words to describe it, so he could only sigh. tone.
The witch monks actually have a deep-rooted idea in their hearts. By relying solely on the power of the physical body, they have an absolute advantage in the entire heart of origin, making it difficult for all races to catch up.
The strange color in Jealousy's eyes flashed away, and he thought to himself, the senior brother is very good at arithmetic, proficient in the Four Classics, can calculate the cycle of yin and yang, and has never made a mistake in his calculations in his life. I really don't know what is so strange about this little friend, that he dares to grab a sword with his bare hands? The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and with a thought, he stepped into the realm of communion between heaven and man. He glanced at Dahuang and Xiaohong, and saw that there was no worry on their faces, but rather an expression of eagerness to try, and he whispered softly: "Interesting, interesting." Even so, his surging mental power had already Let it go, always ready to take action.
Again, the gap between the peak venerable and the powerful emperor is really too big.
"Kacha!" There was a soft sound, and the white sword flashed.
Ten feet, nine feet... one foot!
Ouyang Ming stepped forward and secretly used the power of his body. Electric arcs flashed on his body, like a god. He grabbed the small sword as if it was tightly clamped by an iron pliers and could not move at all. The trembling stopped, and there was a faint sign of collapse. Whoosh, there was another soft sound. The sound is not loud, but is like spring rain moistening things, soft and silent, slowly melting away.
But everyone who saw this scene only felt a cold wind blowing from the surface of the skin, and bursts of cold air came out of the bone marrow. There was only one thought left in their hearts - how is this possible? The gap between the Venerable and the Emperor was originally like a chasm, but now, the human Venerable in front of him not only blocked the Emperor's blow, but also crushed the small sword with a casual look, as if he was strolling in the courtyard, with a little effort. , is this a myth
"Well, so weak..." Ouyang Ming frowned slightly and spoke in a deep voice.
As the sound echoed in all directions, the members of the Witch Club came to their senses, their pupils contracted violently, and their eyes were full of shock.
Dahuang and Xiaohong tilted their heads in unison, exchanged glances, and both saw the joy in their respective eyes. During this period of hard training, Ouyang Ming's cultivation improved again, and he was able to crush this small sword without any effort, which was a bit beyond their expectations.
Jealousy stroked his beard, nodded secretly, and Dan Lake calmed down again.
I secretly thought that judging from the strength Ou Xiaoyou showed, he should be a bit stronger than ordinary emperors, but I don't know how far he can achieve it? In his heart, he still refused to believe that Ouyang Ming could defeat this strong swordsman. It was extremely difficult to achieve this level.
Of course, among everyone present, the one who was most shocked was Yun Lan. Before, his mind had been focused on the Lord of the Witch Tribe, and he had not used all his strength. But even so, an ordinary emperor would only be able to eliminate the path of life and death under this blow, but he was unable to let go of him. The ants in the eyes are easily resolved. Of course, the most important thing is that the other party is still a Venerable. Even if he is at the peak of Venerable, he is still a Venerable. This is difficult for him to accept.
Exhale the turbid air in your chest with all your strength, watch the mourning platform with your heart, and once again step into the mysterious realm where your heart is like a flat lake.
His eyes were slightly serious, no longer as casual as before.
Ouyang Ming's thoughts sank. In his perception, Yunlan turned into a burning star, emitting a scorching light. This level of scorching heat was not something that the Venerable could compare to. One was the sky and the other was the earth. Compare.
Suddenly, Yun Lan's eyes were filled with blood mist.
What's even weirder is that a half-arc sword has condensed out of thin air in his right hand. The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing and as long as a willow branch, giving people a strange and cold feeling.
Ouyang Ming's heart sank slightly, but his face didn't reveal anything. He said coldly: "The sword in the box is still not out of its sheath?" He met many swordsman masters. Whether it was He Jian or Burial Sword, there was a sword in the box. He has a natal sword, and the emperor in front of him will be no exception.
"It's just Your Majesty, if you still use the blood sword that I have nurtured for thousands of years, even if you win, you will still be stabbed in the spine." Yun Lan replied.
Ouyang Ming nodded, knowing in his heart that powerful people in the imperial realm all have their own pride.
Suddenly, a red light flashed in Yun Lan's eyes, like a long sword piercing the sky. The half-curved sword was filled with cold light and rushed towards Ouyang Ming. The tip of the sword was aimed at Ouyang Ming's heart.
Ouyang Ming has come to this point all the way, and he has his own pride. He did not take out the blood spear to kill the dragon, but the void condensation. When he has reached this point, it is no longer an extravagant hope to move mountains and fill seas, and spread the beans to create an army. Not to mention using spiritual power to condense a spear.
Of course, this is just because he wants to see where his limits are.
If it was a life and death fight, he would definitely be flexible and use all his methods.
In mid-air, the situation was changing rapidly, and he turned around and drew a stunning half-arc...
The spear in his hand was getting faster and faster, thrusting out continuously, like a pear blossom crackling in a heavy rain.
In the end, it turned into a group of afterimages, one after another, and shot out in front of me. It was as majestic as the sea of gun shadows, or as majestic as the Yangtze River pouring into the East China Sea; and as mysterious as the cold air of the Nine Netherworld. It's changeable and difficult to fathom; it's even as majestic as a thunderbolt, upright, straight to the middle... All kinds of strengths are blended into one furnace, and it's mysterious and indescribable. There's a flash in his eyes, his hands are intertwined, and he's making a quick seal.
With a sudden push forward, the spiritual power in the Dan Lake exploded, emitting a dense light.
The shadow of the gun in front of him rolled forward like a wave shaking the sky, getting faster and faster. This gun actually caused a large avalanche to fall. "The avalanche does not stop, the gun does not stop." The artistic conception is contained in it. Wherever the gun shadow passes, the space vibrates, and countless spiritual energy is squeezed out in all directions, forming a vacuum zone. Under the sunlight, colorful lights shine.
What's even more terrifying is that countless tiny holes appear in the space, emitting mist.
"This...is this really a move that the Venerable can use?" someone exclaimed.
"Yeah, it's too scary, isn't it?" Another strong man wearing a hat said in admiration.
At this moment, all the regrets and ridicules before disappeared at this moment, leaving only awe in my heart. This is recognition of the strong. Martial arts prevail throughout the world, and the strong are respected.
Jealousy's eyes were full of emotion, and he thought to himself, Senior brother, what kind of monster did you find? At this moment, he was already sure that the little friend in front of him definitely had the strength to fight a sword cultivator.
Seeing this majestic momentum, Yun Lan's pupils shrank slightly.
I cursed in my heart, what kind of genius is this
A mere venerable person could actually release such a huge power, even compared to the emperor, it was not inferior. If you continue to be entangled with him like this, wouldn't you make people laugh at you
However, he was also a powerful man after all, so he suppressed these thoughts forcefully. His strong fighting talent was displayed. He held the arc knife tightly in his right hand and struck it hard with his middle finger. After a flash of white light in his hand, he quickly retreated and kept slashing with extremely sharp sword energy, cutting the spear like a butcher unloading an ox. The afterimage. Every blow seems to be able to pierce the sky. This sharp force is countless times stronger than the Star Trace Breath.
In the sky, bursts of roars resounded like thunder.
Countless circles of air waves invisible to the naked eye overlap rapidly, like meteorites falling into the lake, and the ripples set off can be imagined.
Ordinary emperors would not dare to touch the scattered fluctuations, and would also stay away from them.
(End of chapter)