The biting north wind howled.
Jiang Qingcheng was wearing a long red and pink dress, with an inch-long strip of snow-colored cloth scattered under the skirt. She clenched her fingers gently, with a worried look on her face, and her voice was like clear spring water: "Mom, what do you mean? Can Uncle Yu beat that bad guy?" Her eyes and the corners of her mouth pursed upward at the same time, revealing an alluring temperament.
Jiang Yingrong's face was full of charm. Every frown and smile, every word and every action made people's hearts swell. She exhaled the filthy air in her chest and muttered: "The people of the Blood Dragon family have extremely strong fighting power, and they have endless secret techniques. "Of course, since Brother Yu dares to take the initiative to fight, his methods will not be weak." She said this to comfort her daughter. In her heart, she was not very optimistic about Ouyang Ming. After all, she has blood and naturally knows that the burning blood can explode. What a strong fighting force.
He Jian frowned, and the carving knife in his hand was flying at his fingertips, agile and elegant, but his eyes were extremely cloudy, forming a strange scene that was difficult to describe.
Master Duan stared at the field without blinking, praying constantly in his heart.
Although he has only known Ouyang Ming for a short time, Master Duan has already regarded him as a young man with an unlimited future. Moreover, because of his arrival, Changshou Alley was filled with life. He and Xiaoman were like a rope, stringing together this group of cultivators from all over the country. This warm feeling was extremely enjoyable in the heart of this old man, so of course he hoped that Ouyang Ming could win the final victory.
At this moment, Ouyang Ming's eyes suddenly flashed with light, and the lines on the Fiery Fire Cicada instantly lit up. It was like a staff burning with blazing fire, majestic.
There was a crisp sound of his wrist, and with a wave in the air, the sky suddenly turned red. Countless flames condensed out of thin air. The entire world turned into a sea of fire in an instant, and even the faint gray in the sky was burned to ashes. generally. If that's all, that's it. The key is that within fifty feet of him, all the stone cones are spinning around him. From a distance, it looks like a circular array made of stone cones, constantly rotating. Change, and he is the core of all stone cones, and there are countless flames condensed out of thin air under his feet.
Ouyang Ming is wearing a formation diagram and stepping on flames, just like a god of war from ancient times.
Ouyang Ming waved the staff in his hand towards Qiang, and the flames condensed in vain, turning into a tiger composed of flames, which was ten feet in size.
The ruthless look in his eyes flashed away, and he shouted softly: "Go!" While speaking, he pushed his left hand forward. The tiger turned into flames, and the star map turned into stone cones, turned into The two streams of light, attacking and defending, cooperated with each other and rushed towards Ji Qi.
Jiang Yingrong took a breath of cold air and said in surprise: "Brother Yu's aura actually has two attributes, one is the breath of thick earth, and the other is the heat of fire? This... this..."
Master Duan looked strange and asked, "What are the two attributes?" Even He Jian's ears stood up.
Jiang Yingrong explained softly: "Generally speaking, spell casters are extremely rare. Even if they appear, they have a single attribute, one of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Spell casters with two attributes like Brother Yu are rare. If you can survive the thunder tribulation, , break the spirit and become a master, it will be infinitely more powerful than ordinary sages, and can even fight one against two, all of which are range skills, and are extremely lethal." She has been reciting Taoist scriptures since she was a child, and the things she has come into contact with are beyond the imagination of ordinary people. She naturally knows the problem.
But she was wrong about one thing. Ouyang Ming did not have dual attributes, but full attributes.
With the devouring power of the head, he can change all attributes at will, which means he can cast spells with various attributes.
After hearing these words, Master Duan smacked his mouth and said nothing.
Even the most senior member of the Jiang family showed a hint of interest in his eyes, and said through a message: "Yu Ping, this guy is amazing! After thinking that he had seen through it, after a while, he immediately refreshed this impression and cast a spell Those are already rare, let alone those with dual attributes.”
Jiang Yuping's pupils suddenly shrank inward, and he nodded slightly, but did not answer.
Seeing the power displayed by Ouyang Ming, Ji Qi was not afraid and instead let out a loud roar. With extremely arrogant eyes, he pressed the sky in the air. With this press, it was like white lightning sparking a prairie fire. The three-foot green-edged sword in his hand spread out, and the cold air overflowed, becoming dense and covering the sky. day. If you really want to describe it, it is like the gravel in the desert, the ice and snow in the snowfield, a breath that can kill everything in the world echoes, and these Qingfeng swords simultaneously emit a clear sword sound, extremely unruly.
Jiang Yingrong's face changed slightly and she said sharply: "The combined swordsmanship of the Blood Dragon clan?"
He Jian's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were full of ridicule, and he secretly thought, I don't know what to say.
He has been dealing with swords his whole life, so he can naturally feel the awe-inspiring meaning of this sword.
But even so, there was still a hint of disdain in his eyes.
At this moment, although the aura on his body did not change at all, the look in his eyes became wonderful and moving.
On the martial arts training ground, Ji Qi clasped his hands together and said with an extremely cold voice: "Combine the swords!"
When the sound spread, the green-edged sword that covered the sky and the sun condensed in vain, turned into a single sword, and slashed forward.
"Boom..." Wherever it passed, spiritual energy shook, and extremely powerful fluctuations spread out in all directions.
"Go to hell!" Ji Qi smiled ferociously. The spiritual energy in his Dantian flowed along the meridians and merged into the sword light. It exploded more fiercely again. He was sure in his heart that this sword would definitely cause serious injuries to the caster. even death.
The tiger composed of flames, the formation formed by stone cones, and the sword light composed of countless green-edged swords connected with each other.
The sky and the earth roared, and dust scattered in all directions, as if the end of the world was coming.
The sand and gravel flew across the martial arts training ground, falling downwards one foot after another. If the surging rocks and the extremely violent spiritual energy were even slightly contaminated, all high-level spiritual practitioners would definitely die.
The scene was at a stalemate for a while, and there were constant thunderous sounds.
Master Duan's face was horrified, his teeth were chattering, and his voice was thin and sharp: "Is this... is this really the power that a battle between spiritual beings can bring about?" He was horrified to find that with his intermediate level of spiritual cultivation, , He could only stabilize himself in this tyrannical momentum, and it was very difficult to escape.
This, where is the spirit level battle
The fighting prowess of the two powerful men in front of them, even if not as good as the Venerable, is far beyond the peak of ordinary spiritual beings.
Jiang Yingrong's eyes were extremely solemn, and there was a trace of sweat in the palms of her hands, stained with a light body fragrance.
Jiang Qingcheng poked his mother's wrist with his finger, the worry on his face became more intense, and his voice was clear: "Mom, do you think Uncle Yu can win?"
This time Jiang Qingcheng did not hesitate, but said with certainty: "It will definitely work." As he spoke, he held Xiao Qingcheng's right hand in his palm.
"Mom, your palms are sweaty and your heart is beating fast." Jiang Qingcheng made a last-ditch attack.
Jiang Qingcheng gave her a charming look, said nothing, and then moved his gaze to the battlefield.
"Broken..." Ji Qi's eyes were full of blood, and a ghostly and coquettish line started from the center of his eyebrows and spread downward, as if a sharp brush was painting in front of him. In the end, one side of his face was black, and the other was black. The face was red, intertwined, and printed the pattern of a mutilated evil dragon. The aura was so violent that the aura within a foot around him was instantly stripped away.
He raised his hand and pointed, and the sword light expanded without limit.
This formation plate made of stone cones only lasted for a breath before it was cut off from it. Countless stone cones fell down, making a "bang bang bang" sound.
The tiger, which was made of flames, was also scratched with a ten-foot mark from top to bottom, whined, and completely dissipated.
It took a long time to talk about it all, but it happened almost in the blink of an eye. From Ji Qi joining the sword to the flaming tiger being cut in half, it took less than five breaths in total.
But the sword light still didn't stop, and instead moved faster, like a scarlet bloodstain, it swiped away at Ouyang Ming's neck. With this blow, Ji Qi wanted to cut off his head and seal the victory in one fell swoop.
"Brother Yu, be careful!" Jiang Yingrong and Master Duan exclaimed at the same time.
Ouyang Ming's face was also startled, and he secretly exclaimed, "It's so fast."
With a thought, the space bag flashed with white light, and the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer was already in his hand.
But just when Ouyang Ming was about to fight back with the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter, the golden sword marks carved on the back of Ou Yangming's hands lit up in vain, and an extremely tyrannical sword intent burst out from his body. It was sharp and domineering, as if as long as He has a sword in his hand, which can break everything in the three mountains and ten seas, the nine heavens and the ten earth. This is also a kind of madness that means hearing the truth in the morning and dying in the evening. As the sword intention spreads, the sword light struck by Ji Qi directly collapse.
It's like meeting the emperor in the sword energy, and he doesn't even have the courage to slash forward.
This golden sword mark was formed by the condensed sword energy returning to the top of the sword's edge. Normally, there would be no response no matter how hard Ou Yangming tried to move it.
But I didn't expect that it would be a blockbuster if it didn't make a sound.
Ouyang Ming tightened his grip on the Blood Spear Dragon Tu, with a look of confusion on his face, and thought to himself, what on earth is going on
Jiang Caijin and Jiang Yuping looked at each other and saw doubts in their eyes.
Master Duan moved his steps slightly, looked at Jiang Yingrong, and asked softly: "You have been exposed to many things, what kind of skills can you tell?" From his point of view, this sword light seemed to appear out of thin air, and it was extremely domineering and powerful. crazy.
Jiang Yingrong shook her head: "I don't know..."
She looked at Ouyang Ming, who was wearing a picturesque white dress and holding a spear in his hand, and felt a deep sense of confusion in her heart.
No one noticed that He Jian's pupils were sunken deeply, his fingers were tightly pinched together, and his heart felt like it was overturned. He shouted repeatedly, "Go back to Jianfeng!" This kind of aura, this is Hui Jianfeng!
The shadow of a long sword actually reflected in his eyes, which was somewhat similar to the sword light that erupted from Ouyang Ming before. It was a little more complicated, but it was also very powerful.