Yun Lan slashed out with another sword, the sword's light was bright and dazzling, and it was unparalleled.
However, at the next moment, his pupils were full of surprise, and even a hint of fear. He was shocked to discover that the afterimages of the gun were like a whole, and they could actually cooperate with each other to derive their effects. What's even more terrifying is that as time goes by, the power of this gun is getting stronger and stronger, and it will never die, just like the five elements that interact with each other.
Even with his emperor's strength, when he saw such a strange and mysterious scene, he actually felt a sense of wonder.
Yun Lan didn't know that in this shot, Ouyang Ming incorporated the artistic conception of a big avalanche into it, which can be regarded as one of his unique skills.
Take the meaning of avalanche and never retreat.
This is the path that Ouyang Ming is looking for. This is the power of heaven, the endless power of heaven and earth.
The avalanche keeps coming, the gun fire never stops, and it will not stop until the enemy is killed.
Of course, this attack is definitely much weaker than using the true meaning of Tao to activate a large avalanche, but as long as it has the artistic conception of an avalanche, even if this attack is not top-notch, it will never be weak. Otherwise, it will not make Yun Lan has such a headache.
"We can't go on like this." He muttered in his mind.
The venerable man in front of him actually gave him a strange feeling, especially his face. He was too calm, and his true emotions and anger were invisible. It seemed that he was not facing a powerful person in the imperial realm, but a spiritual person. , which made him feel vaguely bad.
He bit his teeth, his eyes filled with blood, and he said in a cold voice: "Blood burns in the sky..."
Before he finished speaking, his white clothes seemed to be soaked with blood. Even the arc-shaped swords in his hands were covered with countless bloodshot eyes. A drop of bright red blood rolled down the back of the sword and then dripped down the sword.
This extremely unspeakable scene is enough to shock everyone.
Immediately afterwards, countless small bloody swords appeared out of thin air around Yun Lan's body, but for some reason, looking from a distance, it was like seeing hell. Each small sword looked like a demon, and a gloomy and ominous feeling spread throughout the whole body. Permeated in space.
"Cut!" When the little sword reached its peak, he roared, and his voice echoed through the sky.
Before he finished speaking, the small blood-colored swords transformed from one to ten, and from ten to one hundred. There were more and more swords, as if there was no limit, and they directly covered a space of several thousand feet. The sound of breaking through the sky kept ringing, and a breath of destruction spread out. Trees, dead branches, and rocks were all reduced to ashes, and even the space was scratched with countless cracks. They were so densely packed that the force of a single blow was so terrifying.
This is the sword cultivator, the number one in attack.
"Boom..." A voice like a yellow bell fell from the sky.
I saw countless afterimages of guns and bloody swords colliding together and fighting with each other.
The whole world turned into a sea of spears and bloody swords!
One handle, two handles, three handles...
Countless small swords and spears whined, lost their aura, and fell from the sky. After a moment, they turned into a wisp of black mist and dissipated.
At this time, if you look from a distance, you will be surprised to find that there is a rain of swords between the sky and the earth. The swords are connected together, like a curtain covering the earth. This scene is shocking. , unimaginable.
"Huhuhu!" After a while, the gun shadow and the bloody sword disappeared at the same time, and the whole world returned to calm.
"Hiss, even if an ordinary emperor-level powerhouse encounters these two people, he will be killed in horror, right?" A young man from the witch tribe looked at an old man in gray, his eyes seemed to be burning with the flames of two gossips, and the other strong men The reporter also held his breath and looked over.
The old man thought for a moment and said seriously: "It's hard to say, but ordinary emperors will definitely lose in front of them."
After saying this, he took a deep breath and let it out.
I secretly thought in my heart that even though I have lived for thousands of years, I have never heard of, let alone seen, such a powerful warrior. What is going on? Is this world going to change
Jealousy's withered body trembled. He didn't know what he thought of. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like a scorching sun that could melt everything in the world. He rubbed a string of beads vigorously in his hand.
Dahuang and Xiaohong looked at each other, and they both saw the determination in their eyes.
I secretly thought in my heart that I will definitely practice hard in the future and not let Xiao Mingzi widen the gap even further. Up to now, although the four beasts are all venerable, the gap between them and Ouyang Ming is getting wider and wider, and they can no longer use tricks, especially Goshawk has completely fallen behind, let alone Ouyang Ming's pace. After all, Ouyang Ming's improvement in combat power was too buggy. Even Fengling and Xu Aoran were not so fast, or even far behind.
Yun Lan took a deep look at Ouyang Ming, and with a thought, she transferred all her energy to him.
Although the two of them exchanged only a few moves, he knew in his heart that this person was not an emaciated ant at all, but a dragon, extremely ferocious. As long as there is the slightest carelessness, today, this Taoist fruit that has been nurtured for thousands of years will inevitably disappear.
Without any hesitation, he unleashed an earth-shattering sword intent.
Pressing his fingers in the air, the sword box behind him shook with a bang. Countless blue runes started to beat, and a chill spread out. The whole space was unexpectedly unnatural, as if some kind of power beyond space was about to appear. Same. There was a look of obsession in Yun Lan's eyes, and she said in a cold voice: "I have maintained this sword with cold energy for thousands of years, and sealed the box for two thousand years, but I didn't expect that it was forced out by a monk one level below me. How sad. … I admit that you are far more powerful than the average emperor, but with this sword strike, you will definitely die. This is my belief in victory, and it is also my way.”
When the sound spread in all directions, an extremely pure sword intent condensed and stirred the void.
The sword box rolled, and with a creak, a long sword made of ice and snow slid out, making an unruly sword cry, aloof and cold.
Yun Lan clenched the sword tightly, and a chill that could freeze everything flowed down the sword into his palms, arms, and all over his body. The blood in his veins was as cold as ice mixed with ice.
"Frost!" He looked up to the sky and roared.
With a flick of his wrist, energy and charm were integrated into the sword without reservation.
This is a kind of madness that either you die or I die. This is a tyrannical belief that will not retreat until death.
I saw his center of gravity sank, his legs bent, the Dan Lake boiled, the light was shining, and he cut forward in a stunning arc. This sword seems to have the power to open the sky, like a dragon and a tiger fighting, shaking the sky, with the awe and domineering power of the Nineteen Prefectures of Frost and Frost. Wherever the sword light passed, the space seemed to be torn open by an irresistible force, revealing a palpitating darkness. No matter how difficult it was to repair itself, it was finally frozen by the cold air.
This is frost!
But it is not easy for those who are strong in the imperial realm. They always have these means to save their lives.
"Huh!" When Ouyang Ming saw this scene, he took a breath of cold air, his internal organs became cold, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He felt a crisis from this sword. Although it was very weak, he still had to deal with it carefully.
"Borrow!" He growled in his heart. There was like a tumbling nebula in the spiritual world, with complicated lines and constant changes. It seems that if you look at it a few more times, even your mind will get lost in it. At this time, if someone could enter his spiritual world, they would find that the lines in his eyes were exactly the same as those visualized in the spiritual world.
As the word "borrow" fell, a powerful force poured into his limbs and bones, and his meridians swelled.
As soon as his thoughts sank, the tyrannical mental power spread out like water waves. With a flick of his wrist, he took out the staff and pressed it lightly. The lines on the staff instantly lit up, and countless tiny runes began to pulse.
"Stone Cone Technique!" He stepped into the realm of meticulousness and harmony between heaven and man, and swung his staff downwards.
At this moment, taking him as a circle, the earth within a radius of several thousand feet began to sway like water waves, and then suddenly collapsed, suddenly thrusting towards the middle, as if there were a pair of indescribably huge hands holding the two sides of the earth. The end was shaken towards the middle, shaking out countless stone cones like rain. The stone cones changed rapidly and turned into countless formation disks, some big and some small, many and some few, some virtual and some real, facing Shuanghan's sword. The light rushed away.
"Sick!" Yun Lan's expression was dark and indifferent.
He raised his left hand and pointed at the sword light. In an instant, the speed of the sword light increased greatly.
At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the long sword made of ice and snow red.
He pushed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and the long sword made a low sound, and the speed exploded, flashing like a cyan arc, instantly smoothing the distance between it and the sword light!
When Ouyang Ming saw this scene, he pressed his right hand against the void. The countless formations condensed into countless stone walls to block the sword light. But as soon as they came into contact, the formations collapsed inch by inch, and countless rocks fell from the air. , rustling.
After understanding the law of yin and yang, Ouyang Ming's use of mental power became more mysterious, and he was able to turn the stone cones into formations that filled the sky.
One, two, three... countless paths, more and more stone walls composed of formation patterns collapsed and scattered.
Below the sky, an old man moved slowly. He wore a pair of gray and white light-colored cloth shoes on his feet. His face was weathered, and there were three star marks hidden between his eyebrows. He hunched over and walked up to jealousy, cupped his hands and said: "Master, my little friend has fallen into a huge disadvantage. "Why don't you, the clan leader, take action?" After saying that, he bowed again. Among the witch tribe, the clan clan master has the highest status. A single look can make many strong men die generously.
"There's no rush." Jealousy shook his head.
"But..." The old man still wanted to speak, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Jealousy.
"Jealous, the star mark between your eyebrows has reached three marks. You should feel what kind of power is hidden in Ou Xiaoyou's body. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as destroying the heaven and the earth. Moreover, he has great luck and a magnificent atmosphere. This kind of person is destined to turn misfortunes into good fortune, so how can he die in an unknown way? Senior brother, do you understand that this person is the reason for divination with thousands of years of life?" His voice was very soft, but Every word he uttered was like a thunder, exploding in Jealousy's mind, causing boundless waves of air.
There is only one thought left in my mind. What kind of person are you to be evaluated like this by the clan leader
This is also true. This kind of evaluation is extremely high.
The Lord of the Witch Tribe has always been pragmatic, but now he says such things. One can imagine how much he values the human race in front of him.
(End of chapter)