Between the two, the vast spiritual power is constantly dueling, and the spiritual power fluctuates like an ocean, turbulent. The loud counter-attack, the constant roar, every time it erupts with a thousand-foot-long light, like a volcano, continuously ejecting, the fire is full of the sky, and the light is extremely bright, and the brilliance goes straight to the sky, blocking the sky.
Suddenly, the two were the same, withdrawing all the means of attack, each standing on one side, fluttering clothes, beautiful and unparalleled, like a fairy who defy the world, now they are looking at each other...
"Brother Liao Huo, I heard that you have been watching Zhang Xiaotian feel uncomfortable. Why don't you go up and challenge now!" Someone said gloomily in the dark.
Hearing the words of the burning fire, his face suddenly became gloomy. Who is this, wanting to put himself on the cusp of the storm, is unpredictable. However, the surface of the burning fire was still calm.
"Master Liao Huo, I think back then, how energetic and energetic, he claimed to be a spark of fire, can start a prairie fire, but now he has become a tortoise with a shrunken head." There was a sigh in secret.
Liao Huo's eyes closed tightly, his fists were tightened, and even blood stains appeared. Although the mood fluctuated slightly, after all, there was no action.
"Isn't that the fairy Lianshui?" someone whispered
Suddenly, Liao Huo opened his eyes, dazzled, and scanned the sky.
Not far away, in the void, water ripples rose, the void, ripples filled the sky, the brilliance flickered, vaguely, a graceful girl wearing several layers of transparent silk shirt passed by.
Fairy Lianshui, his cultivation level has definitely reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and he majored in the Spiritual Transformation Technique ~ Tianshui Jue. I am afraid that he has already practiced the Spiritual Transformation Realm. The previous void ripples are due to the spiritual power of water.
Liao Huo loves Lianshui deeply. According to legend, Liao Huo pursues Lianshui frantically, but unfortunately, his skills are not as good as others and he has not made any progress.
At this moment, the woman who was suspected of being the fairy Lianshui appeared, and the fire could calm down. At the very least, you can't weaken your spine and make the beautiful lady look down upon.
"It can't be wrong, that breath can't be wrong." Liao Huo was so excited, she was so familiar with her breath, and nine out of ten would not admit it.
"Fight!" He gritted his teeth and said cruelly. The most important thing was that, in a vaguely ignited fire, he found Fairy Lianshui stopping in the distance.
"Zhang Xiaotian, I will meet you!" Liao Huo stepped onto the stage, his clothes were fiery red, and there was a strong aura.
"Brother, please!" Zhang Xiaotian said lightly, neither humble nor overbearing, calm, breezy and calm.
"Okay!" Liao Huo was not humbly, after all, Zhang Xiaotian's combat power was nine out of ten, higher than himself. But Liao Huo was very dissatisfied, even jealous.
Liao Huo is very clever, not directly head-on, but circling, looking for opportunities.
"I'll stand still and let you fight!" Zhang Xiaotian said lightly, seemingly impatient to speak, but in fact people have not changed, like a rock, as if the sky is falling.
"You..." Liao Huo knew that the other party was making a concession, but he was still furious, his face was gloomy, and he looked down upon himself. It's a shame to be looked down upon by the previous trash.
"Netherfire Fist!" Liao Huo shouted angrily.
The aura changed abruptly, as the name suggests, flames lingered around his body, and the whole body was filled with mist tumbling, and purple flames rose up, clusters of lingering around his body, like a nether warrior.
One punch bombarded Zhang Xiaotian with gusts of wind, the cyclone spread, and the purple flames were surging, weird, and swept all over Zhang Xiaotian's body.
"Shield!" Zhang Xiaotian said, the brilliance of his body flickered, and a thin light curtain was formed. This is the power of a cyclone seal.
"Peng Peng Peng..." The sound continued, and the light curtain was invincible.
Singing fire sees this, withdraws martial arts, closes eyes, the whole person's heart is nothing, ethereal, near nothing, detached from the world, Zen machine enters concentration, and seal is born from the heart.
The purple air on the ground is soaring, floating, and there is no wind. It condenses in front of the burning fire. The purple fire changes and becomes darker. At first glance, the heart is about to sink into it, and finally it turns into a deep purple. The fierce, devastating fluctuations spread out, frightening people.
Liao Huo opened his eyes, even though his face was pale, the burden of this spiritual output would naturally not be small.
Suddenly, the eyes of the eyes flowed, the enlightenment was bright, and he said, "The heart is burning!"
The dark purple fireballs flowed out the smell of death, and the scorching fire launched with a palm, the strong wind blows, the wind and clouds change color, the dark black fireballs, if they burst open like fireworks, and they all enveloped Zhang Xiaotian.
"Wind and thunder palm!" Zhang Xiaotian drank softly, raising his hand, and the wind was surging, and the light prints of wind and thunder were forced away.
"Puff puff..." The fiercest part of the confrontation was like a giant wave. The turbulent waves hit the shore, turbulent, and the rays of light burst like splashes, raging in all directions.
One tried so hard to attack, and the other attacked casually. It was clear at a glance which one was strong and weak. Liao Huo was anxious, and his heart was no longer calm. Once he gritted his teeth, the flames flickered between the steps and attacked Zhang Xiaotian.
Zhang Xiaotian felt a little bit, and the fire was behind him, and he might be preparing to make a big move. What surprised the people was that Zhang Xiaotian remained calm.
Liao Huo's arm was shaking, and a long black whip appeared. If you look closely, there are thirteen segments, called thirteen segments, usually seven segments, nine segments, and even the longest thirteen segments.
The fire lightly raised his hand, and the section whip swept across. If the fan was in the air, at a glance, I saw a large patch of black shadows, continuous and continuous, like a ferocious flood, and it was domineering and violent.
"Red flames start a prairie!" Almost in no particular order, the flames drank lightly, his arms shook slightly, the red light spread, covering all directions, the whip had changed, dyed red makeup, and the temperature was terribly high.
"Puff!" Mars filled the sky, white mist rose up, and Zhang Xiaotian's light curtain actually produced ripples, but Zhang Xiaotian's thoughts were silent and the light curtain's defensive power greatly increased, once again letting the flames return without success.
If a blow is not achieved, the scorching fire retreats quickly. Of course, you have to retract the section whip first, pulling the arm gently, and under the action of a gentle force, when the section whip is retracted, it actually falls back into the hand in a group.
Use the whip to hit one line vertically and one horizontally. When you receive a ball in your hand, it will be a piece when you whip it out. When retracting, you have to be soft and soft; when you shoot, you have to be rigid and fast. So there is another proverb explaining the whip method: "Recover a ball and release a piece. Recover like a worm, release like a dragon. Recover like a mouse, release like a tiger."
The fire shook the section whip, and the thirteen section whip flicked to release its inspiration. The strong wind rushed and beat the square, but it was not Zhang Xiaotian.
His arm is like a whip, and his whip is like an arm. He actually uses his body to move the whip. The horizontal "8" shape appears, first with the section whip diagonally splitting left and right; then with the section whip diagonally sweeping from the left and right; then with the section whip sweeping left and right; and finally with the split sweep sweeping.
Singing fire is gathering momentum and preparing to launch a thunderous blow. This whip technique is the most basic and practical technique in the whip technique.
Before long, the void whip the wind, the mighty and mighty, spiritual power trickles, converging into a shocking force.
The pace of the scorching fire is extremely steady, and the whip turns with the body, and also with the step, retracts and releases freely, fast and not chaotic. Even if it is a master whip, it is nothing more than that.
"A stick of incense is hit to the sky, and a stick of incense is hit at the bottom." Suddenly, he sighed.
At this moment, the whip moves at will, the section whip sweeps, and the entire force of the whip moves with him. With the power of arousing spiritual power, all the whip energy surrounds the knot whip.
A large black shadow runs across the sky, countless, and extremely heavy, covering the sky and the sun.
"Boom!" Pulling on Zhang Xiaotian's light curtain, the rumbling sound shook the sky, the air waves spread, and ripples grew. Zhang Xiaotian pressed it down, and the light curtain did not move like a mountain.