At this moment, the huge arena in the center of the square outside the Patriarch's Hall, as if it had exploded, began to collapse.
however!
On the top of this ruin, above the sky, there was another young man standing in the void.
Wow!
A gust of wind blew by, but the figure of the young man only slowly revolved around the ring.
but!
No matter how strong this wind is, the young man's footsteps have never left the ring!
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"this is… "
Below the ring, the ethereal young master who originally wanted to see Deng Jiuling's jokes suddenly exclaimed: "Lingbo steps slightly, the realm of imperial wind!"
what!
Boom!
When the voice fell, the disciples of the churches all vibrated!
Among them, the disciples of Misty Peak were the most shocked.
"Yufeng!"
"That's... the realm of imperial wind!"
At this moment, as long as he has practiced, Ling Bo Weibu's disciple.
They all know what Deng Jiuling represents now!
"Ling Bo stepped slightly, this is the unique martial arts of the Misty Peak, and he pays attention to making his speed as light as Ling Bo."
Caress the white beard, Master Yao, with doubts in his eyes:
"Brother Lei Feng, when did you learn such martial arts?"
It should be noted that in the misty peaks, Lingbo's microsteps and rapid swords are both compulsory martial arts.
But for ordinary disciples, the Lingbo microsteps they practiced are just an introductory realm.
Lingbo stepped slightly, and only after he could step on the snow without a trace, could he cultivate the true profound meaning!
And even if it is the ethereal young master, his current Lingbo Weistep is only the realm of quasi-wind.
but!
Nowadays, Deng Jiuling's unique knowledge is the real one-Yufeng!
"Damn it, Lei Feng is clearly not a disciple of My Misty Peak, so why did he take a slight step!"
Click!
The fists were clenched, and the eyes of the misty young master were full of monstrous anger.
The line of Miao Miao Peak has been a maverick since ancient times, and has not paid much attention to other halls.
As for Lingbo Weibu's peerless light work, it is even more verbally taught, and no written information is left!
and!
Before learning, you must make an oath of heaven and earth!
If he violates the oath, he will teach Lingbo Weibu to others.
If you haven't said it, you will be punished by heaven and earth, and you will explode and die.
This extremely strict inheritance system determines the martial arts of Miao Mifeng, and there is no possibility of outsourcing.
but!
Deng Jiuling now has his feet on the void, swaying with the breeze, never falling to the ground.
This is not the realm of imperial wind, so what is it
"Could it be... this kid is my dad's illegitimate child?"
When this incredible guess came to mind.
Young Master Misty couldn't help shivering, and a deep chill rose in his heart.
If this is not the case, the ethereal young master is really inexplicable, this incredible scene in front of me!
At this moment, the white-clothed youth who was about to disappear with the wind.
In his tiger eyes, a monstrous light burst out.
boom!
In the next moment, the head of the white-clothed youth turned into peach blossoms, falling on the ground with the wind, completely turning into nothingness.
At the same time, ten miles away, at the gate of Dalin Temple.
Victorious in white clothes, a handsome young man with a long sword opened his eyes.
In his eyes, there was a bright and unbelievable burst of light.
And beside the white-clothed youth, stood a beautiful young woman in white-clothed Shengxue, who was extremely enchanting in palace clothes.
This beautiful young woman looks like she is only in her early twenties, but her eyes are filled with vicissitudes.
Obviously, this beautiful young woman is certainly not too young.
However, because the maintenance is very good, or perhaps because the martial arts is too high, so she has skill in her face, and she looks extremely enchanting.
At this moment, she was slender and graceful, standing beside the white-clothed youth, without a word, her eyes full of indifference and high coldness.
Seeing the young man in white open his eyes, a trace of pampering and tenderness flashed in the eyes of the beautiful young woman.
"Master, I... lost." The white-clothed youth was slightly sad.
"It's okay."
The beautiful young woman in the palace costume shook her head slightly, and gently nestled her head in the arms of the white-clothed youth, exhaling like a blue flower: "Hua Que, you only used three successful powers and three tricks."
"That kid Lei Feng deserves to be a man of great fortune. It's not surprising that you can't take him down today."
As soon as these words came out, the white-clothed youth frowned: "So... Master, you already knew that I would lose today?"
"Huaque, don't think too much about it. This is just a small game. Even if it passes, why take it seriously?"
Wipe it, the white-clothed youth, sweat on his forehead.
The sweet voice of the beautiful young woman resounded through the sky again.
"No, I spent this life, destined to be perfect from birth."
The young man in white shook his head slightly: "Even if it's a three-stroke game, it's a loss!"
"Since I have lost, I will naturally find this place, rather than get out of the water!"
When the voice fell, the beautiful young woman frowned slightly, a little unhappy, and worried: "Keni Bodhisattva once said that in Dalin Temple, your luck will be very bad."
"Huaque, if you step into the Dalin Temple, you will violate your promise. This is not good."
Upon hearing this, the white-clothed youth shook his head and smiled slightly: "Master, don't worry, I have a perfect life in my life."
"Even after twenty years, I am still so perfect, and I have never had any flaws."
"Master, don't worry, I am destined to descend from the upper realm, and the mud bodhisattva's theory is useless to me!"
When the voice fell, the young man in white pushed away the beauty in his arms, and kicked the gate of Dalin Temple with a bang.
tread! tread! ... step on!
One step, two steps,... N steps!
Although the mountain gate is ten miles away from the competition arena.
It is strange to say that every step of the white-clothed youth is like a knock on the heart, deafening.
All the disciples who watched this scene had a headache.
even!
Some disciples with insufficient cultivation level snorted directly, spraying a mouthful of blood on the ground.
"Quick! Block your ears!" The Law Enforcement Venerable roared.
When the voice fell, the disciples turned their true energy, closed their hearing, and did not dare to listen to the sound of thunder.
Step by step…
Hua Que walked very slowly, but within a moment, his towering figure had appeared outside the Patriarch's Palace.
At this moment, Huaque ignored Deng Jiuling, but moved forward with his hand held down, and bowed slightly to salute the statue of Patriarch in the main hall.
"The unfilial disciple Huaque challenged Yihua Palace ten years ago. By chance, by chance, he obtained the inheritance of the master Yihua master, left behind."
"The disciple was so confused for a while that he was so obsessed with this work for ten years that he did not extricate himself from it."
"The Patriarch will come again, after this disciple's worship, he will no longer be a Dalin Temple disciple!"
The sound fell, and the peach blossoms on the ground revolved and turned into a futon.
Boom!
Then, Huaque knelt down and kowtow respectfully.
Quiet!
The audience, deathly silence!
In this scene, on the rostrum, the venerables frowned slightly, and a very bad feeling surged in their hearts.
Huaque said in public that he would not enter Dalin Temple.
In the end, he stepped into Dalin Temple and announced his withdrawal from Dalin Temple in front of thousands of disciples.
This scene made the venerables embarrassed, annoyed, but helpless.
after all!
From beginning to end, Huaque never joined Dalin Temple.
even!
Huaque didn't even practice the martial arts of Pure Land.
Even if Hua lacks the martial arts of Dalin Temple, his true magic comes from the martial arts holy land-Yihua Palace!
Now, Huaque's kneeling is equivalent to burying the past and cutting off the relationship with Dalin Temple.
Then!
Huaque, this unparalleled talented arrogant, what exactly does he want to do
No one knows!
Soon, Hua Que got up, and the peach blossom futon on the ground disappeared instantly.
Then, with Huaque's gaze, he looked towards Deng Jiuling, who was running with the wind in the void.
…
Five minutes ago, Huaque caught the wind as a sword, condensing the time when "flowers are not flowers".
Deng Jiuling's pupils shrank, and he immediately felt the threat of death.
A similar feeling has never appeared since Deng Jiuling debuted!
even!
There has never been any warning about life and death.
When such a situation occurs, only one situation is explained.
That is—the strength of the enemy is beyond Deng Jiuling's endurance limit!
"This Huaque is really strong. It seems that today I am afraid that the catastrophe is inevitable!" Deng Jiuling suddenly became serious.
Huaque had three moves to defeat Deng Jiuling, and he only used three successful powers.
But this trick "Flowers are not flowers", since it originated from the magical technique of moving flowers, its power is definitely not trivial!
"So many sages, so many eyes, if I step into life and death, I can escape for a while, but I can't escape for the rest of my life!"
Deng Jiuling knows very well that life and death are the magic weapon of space, if it is exposed.
Then!
No need, Huaque shot.
In the entire Dalin Temple, the seventy-two sages would not let Deng Jiuling go.
How to do
Could it be... There is no other way besides waiting to die
In an instant, Deng Jiuling's heart trembled fiercely.
but!
At this moment of life and death, life and death suddenly bloomed with red light, and I turned to the page where "Lingbo Weibu" was written.
"Life and death are blooming with red light, which shows-I am still in danger!"
"I just learned, what's the use of this Lingbo microstep?"
Deng Jiuling smiled bitterly.
and many more!
"When life and death are at stake, there is no reason for life and death. Give me a useless copy of martial arts!"
Deng Jiuling frowned suddenly.
Deng Jiuling knew very well that although Lingbo Weibu was fast, it was faster than Huaque's sword, which was obviously unrealistic.
But there must be a reason for turning the pages of life and death!
Shaking his head, throwing away distracting thoughts, Deng Jiuling's thoughts flowed, and he began to comprehend Ling Bo's microsteps.
Deng Jiuling didn't need to practice martial arts, which was engraved with life and death, and he could learn it instantly.
But learning is one thing, to understand the profound meaning of martial arts, that is another thing!
but!
When looking at the principle of Lingbo's microsteps, combined with his own vertical ladder, Deng Jiuling's eyes lit up, and finally there was a whistling room.
"After Lingbo's microstep is completed, he can walk against the wind. I use the martial arts of the vertical cloud ladder and integrate the power of the wind to walk against the wind!"
When he thought of this, Deng Jiuling realized that his legs were constantly walking in the void.
At this moment, a good young man in white clothes was standing with his hands up and down, standing under the broken ring, looking at Deng Jiuling coldly.
"Huaque's deity actually came to Dalin Temple?" Deng Jiuling's expression changed suddenly.