Who has ever seen a person walking in the air?

Normal people don't dare to imagine it at all, and in the world of martial arts, it is also a spectacular scene.

Boom, boom, boom!

Han Dong's majestic steps, containing the power of millions of equals, stepped out of the air waves. The ripples in the circles above the sky stretched for tens of meters, remaining for a few seconds before gradually dissipating.

Mysterious scenes, adding prestige to it.

A light blue trench coat that shows off a striking eye.

Dead!

Chilling horror!

It is like an ancient immortal who is in charge of all things, floating in this world, driving to the barren mountain, and the circle ripples behind him are like stars dotting the night sky.

In an instant—the tremor was heard.

This is not the sound of stepping into the sky, but the real thunder.

The dark clouds as deep as ink, like thousands of horses in the mountains, flashed with purple and blue brilliant thunder inside, and the white and red faces were poignantly illuminated.

"Oops!"

"At this time, the sky is full of dark clouds, and it is a thunderstorm, sometimes accompanied by thunder and strong winds! If he dares to continue upward, I am afraid that there will be a danger of thunder and thunder one day. Bai Hongran's face turned pale, and her cold expression had long since collapsed.

"Shhh

Bai Xuebin and Bai Ziran gasped in unison.

The air that can be poured into the mouth is all dust and wind blowing in the face.

Click!

Thunder thunder and thunderbolts and dark clouds, the sky is rolling and black.

There seemed to be thicker clouds, surging from all directions, and the light blue figure located at a height of 100 meters stopped taking a right step and raised his right palm.

Torrential Rainfall –

Tongxuan!Tongxuan!

The technique of storming rain came to mind, like clusters of burning clouds, but it immediately began to fade, turning into pure and majestic dark clouds, covering the sun layer by layer, covering the universe, accumulating unimaginable natural power, churning and rolling thunder, covering everything.

Tongxuan!

Penetrate the power of mysteries and evolve phantom visions.

With the collapse of the internal force, the muscles, bones, blood, muscles, and even spiritual thinking and inspiration all over the body have been raised to an unbelievable limit, as if the angry sea is rippling.

"Come!"

"I have the occult arts, the manifestation of the storm!"

The palm of the palm gathered the air, pulling the low-altitude dark clouds in a radius of hundreds of meters, as if absorbing the power of the majestic shore into the sky, causing the dark clouds to reverse and return, and the wind to roar.

But it's not enough.

It's a little bit close.

That being the case, my inspiration – burn, burn, burn!

Han Dong roared in the air, revealing his own killing intent without fear, stepping on the air with his right foot, and slamming his right palm upward, freezing the wind and dark clouds between heaven and earth, and freezing the natural power at this moment.

"It's been too long. ”

"Four hundred and nineteen days and nights, I am finally going to find you-the blood feud in the past life, and all the !! in this life"

The sonorous faith is like the flow of blazing magma.

The majestic will is like the collapse of a giant tsunami.

Between the indescribable emotions, there was an incomparable light that gradually shone brightly, reorganizing the structure of the Mysterious Technique, and finally frantically converging behind Han Dong.

Boom, Boom, Boom!

Qiankun is silent, and there are dark clouds and phantoms piling up behind, manifesting the dead silence that has been suppressed for countless years.

"Tempest!"

"Finally come—storm, wind, rain!"

The area within a radius of thousands of meters has all been reduced to a spectacle of mountain rain sweeping through the sky, with Han Dong as the center of everything-

There is a heavenly dome that the dark clouds are falling backwards, and they are following.

There is a purple thunder flashing away, setting off Xuanhe.

There are countless torrential rains, as if they contain an unstoppable falling might, all condensed in all directions of Han Dong.

"Slaughter this mountain now. ”

At this moment, Han Dong closed his eyes slightly.

Beneath the firmament, above the earth, only this brilliant figure with light blue glow remained, revealing an infinite majesty rarely seen in the world, and the unspeakable storm began to fall towards the barren mountain, tearing the dark sky and lighting up the dull and hot air.

Tempest of Evolution!

Han Dong fell into the air and killed!

How majestic.

Mighty and majestic majesty.

The strange person Bai Xuebin, as an ordinary person, Bai Ziran and Bai Hongran, are completely solidified, and they can only look up at this majestic existence like the scorching sun.

"Ahh ”

Bai Hongran was no longer cold, and couldn't help but moan.

The wind swept and tore the corners of her skirt, revealing the deepest hips of the blue stockings, and her whole body was trembling, her mind was turbulent, and her heart was thundering.

"My mom woohoo!"

"There are such people in the world!"

Bai Hongran was so shocked that her legs were folded to the extreme, and the finely made blue stockings seemed to stretch out a slightly darker trace.

Looking at it from afar.

Dark clouds rolled wildly, storms urged rain, and the light blue figure was in the center, as if it had mastered the majestic power of nature, and fell under the sky.

"Kill!"

A break is a force to turn into brilliance!

Han Dong fell straight down, his indifferent face was filled with unspeakable murderous intent, and his right fist pressed the immeasurable behemoth strength, affecting the surrounding storm, and slowly retracted it around his waist.

Blood boiling!

Faith freezes! Inspiration collapses!

The inner force of the whole entrenchment gave birth to an even more terrifying force, and even made the storm even more turbulent, shaking the dark clouds that covered the sky, and crushing the raging wind and rain.

Suddenly.

Han Dong roared violently, inhaled sharply, and stood in the air.

The right foot stepped out of the tsunami-like ripples of air, stopped at a height of fifty meters, and then gathered all the strength on the right fist, boiling back, lightning slashed, smashed down neatly, and the devastating storm descended.

"This punch—"

"Anyone below the sect level can be killed!"

The whisper echoed around the surroundings, as brilliant as the sun.

Han Dong's right fist was pointed straight down, and he rioted.

This is an unprecedented technique of torrential rainfall, and even the martial arts realm that created this technique could not have imagined the spectacular spectacle it is today.

In an instant—whoa!

Those black and white eyes, containing the brilliant inspiration that came out of nowhere, blended into the wind and rain, and landed mightily on the entire barren mountain.

......

Inside the barren mountain, a cave.

Two scarlet-colored shadows surfaced one after another, and their eyes were as cold as frost, and they whispered, "There is a thunderstorm today, and we have to warn the ghosts of the Mu clan." They only have the rank of general, and if they are struck by thunder, they will definitely die. ”

Ghosts are as afraid of the sun as they are of thunder.

Unless you reach the sect level, you can ignore these forces of nature.

"You're right. The voice of the other ghost was relatively indifferent: "Our Mu clan has been in decline for many years, and now only the eldest brother Mu Yi is ranked as the big ghost, and he must recuperate, and he can no longer consume the Mu clan's heritage out of thin air." ”

They are six eyes and seven eyes, and they are all sect-level ghosts.

This seemingly desolate barren mountain is actually the living area of their Mu clan.

"Alright. ”

The first to speak was Meroku, its ghost body floating outward: "Let's hurry up and go out and warn the rest of the Mu Clan's ghosts." Meba-me-9 is dead, Meto-3 doesn't know where it is, and we can't be hurt anymore. ”

Hiss!

Mu Qi shook his physical body and stopped talking.

The two of them had just floated to the entrance of the cave along the passage of the cave, and their scarlet eyes trembled for a few minutes, and they looked high into the sky in horror.

A storm has come.

The storm of light, churning, and at the same time containing solid internal strength and outstanding inspiration, poured down to more than 20 meters above the barren mountain in an instant.

"Damn it!"

"The thunderstorm has weakened our perception, this is the occult art of humans, you wake up the eldest brother Meichi who is in retreat inside the barren mountain, I will try to block it-" Meroku was still wailing in horror, realizing the serious consequences.

But.

Behind it, there was not the slightest sound.

"Mechi!"

"Don't bother, hurry up and find the eldest brother!" "The ghost body of the six eyes floated, and he was about to rush to other areas frantically to rescue the ghosts of the Mu clan.

Moment.

A faint voice echoed in all directions: "Don't move where you are." ”

Han Dong carried his left hand behind his back, letting the light blue windbreaker drift behind him, and stood in the air, his face indifferent.

And his right palm like jade, surrounded by countless wind currents, like a golden hoop and iron pincers, grabbed Mu Qi, who was constantly struggling but could not make the slightest sound.

"Huh?"

"Don't move, you have to move. Han Dong's right palm was clenched suddenly, as if the five huge pillars of the five directions were closed, and the incomparable brilliant inspiration was aroused, freezing everything at the exit of the cave.

Click.

The body of the seven ghosts shattered, and they disappeared on the spot.

Cluck.

The body of the six ghosts trembled, collapsed, and stared at Han Dong, who was smiling like jade, but under the extreme panic and fear, he froze in place and couldn't move the slightest.

Quiescence!

Silence under the sky!

Only the light storm that can be compared to the sorrowful of ten thousand horses, the arrival of thunder, sprinkled the entire barren mountain area.

"Ahh

"No, what is this? Rain, there is internal force in the rain, and inspiration-"

With the majestic swaying of the storm, the seemingly desolate barren mountains resounded one after another with a terrible and resentful howl of sorrow, which was none other than the ghosts of the Mu clan who had not yet reached the sect level.

Below the sect level, you can't bear it at all!

A little rain, a wisp of wind, and even the double oppression of brilliant inspiration and occult arts, all cut off their ghost bodies.

In front of the cave.

Han Dong stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky.

The wind and light swirled around him, like an all-pervasive heavenly umbrella, blocking the storm of his own making.

"Hmm. ”

"The wind is furious and the rain is slaughtering this mountain...... Mu Liu, what do you think?" Han Dong leisurely stared at the trembling clan-level ghosts, Mu Liu.