"This is the first move!"
Mu Tantian's body is like a flowing cloud, turning into a cloud of green smoke, this is the real green smoke, and the body seems to be disintegrating.
Feng Feiyun's knife just slashed the blue smoke, but it didn't cut through the woods.
Swish!
In the air, a cloud of blue smoke condensed, and it condensed again into Mu Chatian's body, still 70 meters away from Feng Feiyun, in the same direction.
"Second move, it's my turn to take action!" Mu Tantian's right arm has eighteen acupoints, and there are eighteen acupoints on his left arm, thirty-six acupoints on each of his legs, body and head There are also seventy-two life points.
The whole body added up, one hundred and forty-four life points have been opened, and the spiritual energy surged above the points, sometimes rushing in, and sometimes rushing out.
Dongfang Mu also condensed ninety-nine life acupuncture points, and he had forty-five more than Dongfang Mu, and the difference in the level of cultivation was several times.
"boom!"
He turned into a blue cloud and flew out. A sharp palm print was slowly pressed out from the blue cloud, completely wrapping Feng Feiyun under the palm print.
He used the tenth-level cultivation base to take this shot, and he didn't show any mercy. That is to say, his ten moves were the strongest ten moves. If Feng Feiyun died in his hands, he could only blame him. Cultivation is not crowded.
This is how the younger generation competes for the hegemony. Sometimes even if the battle is close to death, the older generation will not take action, and those who have not experienced the test of life and death will not be able to set foot on the road to the strong.
Feng Feiyun Hengdao immediately, as if facing a big enemy, felt that the scalp was tenderized by this force, and there was a feeling that the head was about to be broken.
Mu Tantian did have the power to defeat Dongfang Mu in three moves.
Feng Feiyun held the knife in one hand and pointed a finger in the air with the other hand, mobilizing the aura of the grass and trees in the mountains and plains, condensing it into Aoki Technique.
Plants and trees with a radius of thousands of meters can be seen with the naked eye as they wither and wither, and the trunks of some trees even make a "crackling" sound, as if they are about to be squeezed dry.
"Boom!"
A green light with a diameter as thick as the mouth of a bowl shot out from Feng Feiyun's hand, piercing the huge blue palm print, and at the moment when the palm print was broken, Feng Feiyun carried the white stone giant. The knife went out and rushed into the blue cloud.
The light of the swords connected into a shuttle, and at every instant, Feng Feiyun could slash three swords. Each sword was a dragon shadow with a strength of one million kilograms. Such a mad attack, even if it was a hundred thousand gods and martial arts, would not be enough. To be defeated by him alone.
The cyan cloud rose higher and higher, and the two figures sometimes flew into the sky, and sometimes fell to the ground. Standing outside, you could see the shadow of a white stone sword in the cyan cloud, as if it was on the wild side. Rotating huge windmill.
"Whoa!"
The earth shook more and more, and finally there was a crack in the ground, the width of a palm, and it was pulled out thousands of meters.
This mountain seems to be collapsing.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The last two loud noises collided, like a thunderbolt rolling over in the sky, causing the eardrums to hurt, and two figures flew out of the cyan cloud and fell into a forest.
Feng Feiyun still carried the giant white stone sword, the blade was still surging with white brilliance, the hair band on his head had been broken, and he stood there with his hair disheveled, his eyes were red, and the fighting spirit shattered the sky.
Blood was dripping from his arm, his fingers were about to break, and three blood seams had been split open on his arm, and the golden blood flowed out of the blood seam, along the arm, fell to the wrist joint, and dripped to the ground.
In the short seven breaths just now, he made a total of 210 slashes. Even if he cultivated the undead phoenix body, he could not withstand this overloaded attack, and many small blood vessels were still ruptured. .
Feng Feiyun is not only practicing the sword, but also condensing the blood in his body. He wants to change his blood for the fourth time, so that his physique can reach the realm of returning to nature.
Within seven breaths, it was necessary to resist the 210 swords of Feng Feiyun's fifth-layer essence. Even with Mu Tantian's cultivation, he couldn't get out of his body, and there was a knife mark on the side of his neck. He pulled it up, leaving a faint bloodstain, and almost chopped off his head.
He is simply a lunatic, and Mu Tantian has lingering fears in his heart. In the fight just now, he felt that Feng Feiyun was too crazy. Although his cultivation base was much higher than Feng Feiyun, there was a feeling of being pressed and beaten by Feng Feiyun.
"Nine moves have been made, and only the last move is left." Mu Tantian touched the edge of his neck with his fingers, and a azure light swept across his fingertips, and the bloodstain disappeared immediately.
"The last move." Feng Feiyun's arm was still bleeding.
"This is my best move. If you don't die, you will pass the first level."
Mu Tantian admired Feng Feiyun's ruthlessness, and felt that the descendants of the god-king were well-deserved, but he still had to do his best and would not show any mercy.
"Ding Ding Ding!"
He took out a half-day tower bell, and the stone bell the size of a fist suddenly became nine meters high, and the opening of the bell was seven meters in diameter. People standing under the half-day tower bell looked very small.
The power of that spiritual tool flooded out and was wrapped around the stone bell. There was another layer of ancient bell phantom on the periphery of the stone bell. It was 90 meters high, and it kept turning, making a soul-like sound. , occupying a small half of the sky.
Compared with the ghost of the ancient bell, it is like an ant, and it can easily be crushed into pieces.
This is the real power of Bantian Lou Bell. When Bi Ningshuai came out, his power was not even one-tenth of the current power.
Since it is a full blow, then it must sacrifice a spiritual tool.
Feng Feiyun knows the horror of the power of the spirit tool better than anyone else. His feet have been shaken into the ground by the power of the towering bell for a long time. It seems that a mountain is pressing on Feng Feiyun's body.
"Hu, hu, hu!"
The white stone giant knife in Feng Feiyun's hand turned again, and the speed became faster and faster. The shadow of the knife completely wrapped his body, forming a knife field.
Ten knives, twenty knives, thirty knives... a hundred knives!
The knife shadow is the dragon shadow, and a hundred white dragon shadows wrap his body and shuttle continuously, like a huge cocoon, completely covering his body, and like a huge spinning top spinning rapidly. .
The earth and stones on the ground were lifted off, and a thick layer of the ground was uncovered.
The entire ground is slowly sinking down!
Lou Ling was suppressed for a long time. This is the power of a spiritual tool. It was shot by a genius who was in the Great Perfection Realm of the God Base. The fluctuation of that power covered the world.
More than a dozen shards cracked on the ground in an instant. It is conceivable that the power of that force is so powerful that even a monk in the Great Perfection Realm of the God-based foundation must be suppressed to the point of exploding his body and dying.
For a long time, the tower bell collided with a hundred dragon-shaped knife qi, making the sound of a giant mill turning. The sky is the upper mill, the earth is the lower mill, and all things in the world are the food that has been grinded, and all of them will be turned into powder and blood. mud.
"Bang!"
The knife field was crushed and deformed, and a hundred dragon-shaped knife qi began to shatter. For a long time, Lou Ling rolled towards Feng Feiyun wrapped in it, trying to smash him into the ground.
"Dragon Emperor Sword Art, six layers of essence!"
A white celestial saber protruded from the endless blade qi and slashed out, breaking the phantom of the 90-meter ancient bell, and slammed it directly on the body of the half-day building bell.
"Bang!"
It's a stone-to-stone collision!
The half-day building bell was excavated from the bottom of an ancient river. It is rumored that it is a sacred stone that has been suppressed at the bottom of the river for thousands of years.
The ancestors of the Mu family sacrificed and refined for thousands of years before they sacrificed this piece of Zhenhe divine stone into a half-day tower bell.
The reason why it is called "Bantianlou Bell" is because the three ancient characters "Bantianlou" are engraved on the sacred stone of Zhenhe River.
After the Zhenhe Divine Stone was sacrificed, although it was transformed into the shape of a bell, it was still possible to vaguely see the three twisted characters "Bantianlou" on the wall of the bell.
The origin of the white stone giant knife is not quite extraordinary. It comes from the Infinite Tower. The mystery of the Infinite Tower can be compared with the eight ancient ruins of the Shenjin Dynasty.
"Boom!"
For a long time, Lou Ling was shocked and made a sound like a bell on the top of the mountain, and then flew back upside down and fell into Mu Tantian's hands.
Mu Tantian was a little stunned: "It's only been a long time, but his understanding of the Dragon Emperor's sword art has actually increased by one point, reaching the realm of six points."
Green smoke was bubbling on the ground, some of the ground turned into mirrors, and some of the ground formed a tiankeng.
Feng Feiyun was smoking all over his body and climbed out of a pitch-black tiankeng, with two bloodstains still hanging on his arms, holding a knife, he said resolutely, "Ten moves!"
There is no magic weapon, but the magic weapon is blocked.
Mu Tantian couldn't accept the fact that even some monks in the Great Perfection Realm of the God-base could be killed with one move, but he couldn't defeat a monk at the peak of the God-base with ten moves, and instead put him in adversity. The combat power has risen again.
"You passed the first level!" Mu Tantian paused, then said in a difficult and bitter tone, "I apologize to you."
For an arrogant genius against genius, saying the word "apology" is as difficult as "kneeling".
"Don't get in my way next time."
Feng Feiyun stared at him, and then rushed in the direction of going back. He made a promise to Nangong Hongyan, no matter what the reason, since he made a promise, he must do it.
The blood was still dripping on his arm, but he couldn't control that much, he just wanted to go back now.
"Shh!"
Another figure fell in front of him, blocking his way.
"Second pass!"
Mu said, holding a treasure tree, standing straighter than the tree, fell on the only road that Feng Feiyun must pass, and said plainly.
Feng Feiyun couldn't stop and was still walking forward, the knife was sliding on the ground, and blood was rolling down.
Looking at Feng Feiyun step by step, Mu said, there is a rush of the atmosphere of the earth, the shape is like five steep mountains, blessing behind Feng Feiyun, as if carrying a mountain and river, walking slowly, let She had a feeling that she wanted to step back, but she couldn't.