The internal force of the two people collided so strongly that it caused a sense of oppression that could not be seen directly, as if even the eyes could not bear it. The wind pressure set off directly blew Jin Caitan to the stage.
The large square brick under Luo Ming's feet was broken into eight pieces, making it unbelievable that what he resisted with his backhand was just a thin thread.
"... The world has said that Yeluo Fortress can rise rapidly in the arena, and it is controlled by an old devil who has retired from the rivers and lakes for many years. I thought that person was your master... You lied to me. Yeluo Fortress. No... it's not true."
"I'm relieved to be able to speak so clearly."
In Ming Feizhen's eyes, the fighting spirit is full.
"The battle that wasn't over that night, it's better to solve it now."
"Master Luo."
Chapter 112 The Love of the World
Before this day, Luo Ming never thought that someone in the world would be so good at fighting.
The youth's offensive was like a storm. From the first move to the present, Luo Ming couldn't even make a counterattack.
This is not to describe how clever and subtle the youth's martial arts are. Even the Luo family's extensive and profound Guizang sword theory can't find a space for counterattack. It is true that the youth's martial arts are indeed strange that Luo Ming has never seen before. But his moves are not without flaws, let alone exquisite. There is even a faint trace of roughness in the design at the beginning of the design, and there is no sign that the martial arts sect has supplemented the lack of gain. In this regard, it can be described as a humble work.
What surprised Luo Ming was his choice when fighting.
After a martial artist reaches a certain level, an individual's fighting style will be influenced by his personality, experience, and mentorship.
What Luo Ming could feel from his martial arts was overwhelming coldness and efficiency.
His martial arts are simple and direct, as if he doesn't know what the enemy's counterattack is. However, under his display, Luo Ming did not have a chance to fight back.
All his reactions during the battle were natural and unpretentious. There is no hesitation in choosing your own actions, and you can always choose the most efficient and least energy-intensive action to knock down the opponent. Without any hesitation, it seems that you don't even need the space to think. Even if it is compared with Aples, which is feared by the people of the northern Xinjiang like ghosts and gods, or the Ziwutong, which is used to fight for war, destroy demons and cultivate swords, it is still overwhelmingly good at fighting.
To do this, talent alone is not enough. Luo Ming knew what it took.
To possess this fighting quality, one needs a lot of combat experience, just like walking on a sea of blood on a mountain of corpses.
This person's age is by no means a pretense, Luo Ming can feel the unique characteristics of young people in him. However, why does a person of this age have such a level of combat experience.
What crossed his mind for a moment was the white-haired boy sitting on the throne of white bones sitting in the sea of viscous blood, which he had seen in the Guizang Sword Realm.
The theory of "Seven Emotions" itself is a martial art that understands people's consciousness, and what it constructs is the state of mind of the observation object itself. That boy will not appear for no reason. Maybe the answer to the question has long been forthcoming, but he has not been able to face it for a long time.
Could it be this person...
"I'm really underestimated."
The young man's leisurely voice entered his ears, and was completely unheard by outsiders. Although this kind of sound transmission ability is excellent, it is not enough to be manipulated in front of supernatural power masters. Just considering that he was in a fierce battle when he said this, there is only two words to comment on.
"It seems that the owner of Luozhuang is still at ease, if we can show some real skills."
While saying this, Ming Fei's tall figure fluttered backwards, and for the first time since the fight, he and Luo Ming were out of the melee distance. Pulled to more than ten steps. When he was fighting, he was able to say retreat and then retreat, which shows that his mastery of the battle situation is above Luo's name. Naturally, many people see this. But the martial arts of these two people have been superb, and no one dared to make comments. I just felt that it was a worthwhile trip to witness such a battle.
Ming Feizhen took a few steps back with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Then... here it is."
In the next instant, he appeared in front of Luo Ming again.
As if the space just opened was a phantom, he effortlessly broke through to Luo Ming's melee range again. This kind of tactic of retreating and reappearing in an instant can always easily disintegrate the mental toughness of the enemy. Even a master of Luo Ming's level has the same effect.
—This man is really… extremely good at fighting.
At the same time that Luo Ming's scalp was numb, the tide of the sword was already born.
A vortex of great destructive power gushed out from the sword
"Water King Line Against the Tide."
A vortex that was completely opposite to Luo Ming's sword tide appeared in the young man's left hand, instantly leveling the sword tide. The two true vortexes seemed to have never appeared before. It seemed like a tie, but Luo Ming knew that his own trick was broken by someone raising his hand. Breaking this trick with Aples is an idea. But Aples and Luo Ming have been together for a long time, and they have a good understanding of each other's cultivation, and even had a life-and-death struggle.
But the "Abyss" theory was only used once in front of Ming Feizhen, how could it be broken so quickly
There was no time to answer this question, and with a wave of the young man's right hand, several silk threads swept in like the wind.
"Ancient King Line. Anger."
With vicious strength and wind pressure, Luo Ming was forced to lean up and avoid it. However, just dodging the wave, he looked down and saw that he had already finished gaining momentum, bent like a bow and arrow, and snapped his fingers at the left hand aimed at the head.
- Autumn King Line Moonlight.
Luo Ming, who had known this powerful move for a long time, rushed back to the sword to protect him, and heard a 'ding' sound, like the subtle sound of a silver needle piercing the blade of the sword.
Hearing Mingfei really laughed.
"No, Bibi's strength is better."
There was a straight and heavy force on the sword, which didn't stop for a moment, pushing him back, and flying straight to the burning cauldron of the god of refinement. Luo Ming hurriedly stumbled to avoid it, but he only kicked heavily on the casting tripod and used his strength to dodge sideways.
Luo Ming dodged away, but the Qiuwang line, which was as powerful as a bamboo, still couldn't hold back its momentum, and shot straight at the casting tripod of the God of Refinement - the local area made a sound like a bell ringing in the sky. The huge cauldron was staggered by a little bit, and the male flame inside burned even more intensely due to the violent vibration, and burst into the sky with flames.
"Tsk, I was able to escape." The young man sighed with emotion, but it seemed that the matter was not beyond his control.
Shen Yiren watched Ming Feizhen, who fought fiercely with Luo Ming, and even had the upper hand. Never been able to calm down.
"It's not true... it turns out to be..."
After witnessing Ming Feizhen's performance like this, he finally understood what kind of huge combat power he had unintentionally started with. But Shen Yiren had no time to be happy about it, but was extremely uneasy. The more I saw him perform brilliantly, the more I felt a surge of unease in my heart.
Her intuition has always been accurate.
—Ming Feizhen can be so strong... But he... But when he was in the secret room...
Suddenly figuring out where this unreasonable fear came from, Shen Yiren felt a chill on his back.
"No... This is a trick. This is Luo Ming's trick. Feizhen can't continue fighting."
Behind him, Long Zaitian and the others are already ready to go, ready to take action to save the emperor.
"Miss Shen, we... eh, where are you going?"
Shen Yiren ignored it and ran out.
- No, I can't fight anymore!
Luo Ming returned to the ring, and there was a burning smell on the bottom of his left boot. He had to step on the cauldron just now, and the heat of the cauldron cast by the refining god was almost as high as that of a stranger, let alone direct contact. The boot directly burned a hole.
Luo Ming's expression was relatively calm.
"So it is."