After handing over the lottery and setting the rules, the so-called "competition" between Xiao Yong and the ancestor of the dry mountains finally began. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For some reason, the Holy Elder used means to project the images of their battle to the sky all over the Immortal Mountains.

In other words, as long as you are in the Intercepting Immortal Ridge, as long as you look up, you can see the battle between Xiao Yong and the Dry Mountain Ancestor.

Of course, at the moment their battle has not yet begun.

That little secret realm has mountains and water, birds and flowers, and the ancestor of the dry mountain destroyed one of these places as soon as he came.

If you don't use magic weapons, then use spells.

Dry mountains and dry mountains, just by this name, you know that most of the ancestors of this dry mountains are dead and silent.

For him like this, the language of mountains and rivers and birds is very eye-catching, and it hinders his play.

Therefore, a standing station, a radius of ten miles centered on him died in an instant, the trees decayed, the water dried up, and the mountains fell, turning into yellow sand all over the ground.

Xiao Yong naturally stood ten miles away from the Dry Mountain Ancestor, and he was a little surprised to see his ability to change the environment so quickly, but only surprised.

Because if the whole body Heavenly Tribulation Thunder erupted, if there were no restrictions, Xiao Yong would be able to destroy everything in this small secret realm in a few breaths.

But...... If the yellow sand is all over the ground, the tigers in the whistling mountains and forests don't seem to be able to exert their power, at least the original tigers are like that.

The Dry Mountain Ancestor made the yellow sand all over the ground in order to cast some powerful spells, such as dry wind and sandstorms.

As soon as he came, he performed this trick, and when this move went out, the yellow sand was lifted and scraped towards the place where Xiao Yong was in the form of a sandstorm.

Every piece of yellow sand in a sandstorm has the power of decay and vitality, and simply put, if an ordinary person touches one, it will lose its vitality in a moment, become a rotten corpse, and then sand and become a part of the yellow sand.

Ordinary people will end up with such an end when they touch a piece of yellow sand, and if a monk does not work, ten will come, and if ten does not work, more will come, and in addition to the yellow sand, the dry wind that blows the yellow sand will be more powerful.

It's just that...... No one would be foolish enough to let the yellow sand and dry wind touch it.

Brave wouldn't, but he didn't learn how the others did to set up defensive spells to keep the yellow sand and dry wind out, because he had a better way.

Dry wind is wind, and since it is wind, it should be influenced by the pictographic wind character.

With a stroke of the brave void, the wind rose in front of him.

It's not a squall or a hurricane, it's a tornado.

As soon as it came out, the wind around it blended into it, and the dry wind that blew was also uncontrollable, and it blended into some of it.

Seeing this, the Dry Mountain Ancestor was stunned, and couldn't help but think of Fan Hai's ancestor using the wind power ball to exchange the soul power ball with Xiao Yong.

But didn't this happen the day before yesterday? It's only been a day, how can this brave person have such a degree of wind comprehension?

The Dry Mountain Ancestor was a little surprised, surprised by the brave understanding, and then he was also excited inside, because of such a comprehension of the bravery, his Dao Ji would eventually become his thing for the Dry Mountain Ancestor.

The Intercepted Immortals who were watching the battle outside, especially those who were present at the time and saw Fan Hai Ancestor exchange the Wind Ball with Xiao Yong, were no weaker than the Dry Mountain Ancestor.

"It took him one day to comprehend the ball of wind power, does that mean that it wouldn't take much time for him to comprehend the pure sphere of other powers......? That's unfair!"

What is unfair? It is the injustice of heaven! Let a brave man have such a disobedient understanding when he has such a jealous talent.

"Think it's unfair? Then you can find a way to take away his Dao Ji! At that time, what was his was yours, wouldn't everything be in order. ”

I believe that if you can, including Shouya, who heard this, there are people who want to win the brave Daoji.

It's just that...... Looking at the tornado that could even be pulled away by the dry wind, and then thinking about the tiger, Shouya grabbed his grip, feeling that it was better to erase this idea of death as soon as possible.

A tornado can tear away the dry wind, and the power is naturally needless to say, and the yellow sand is set off by the dry wind, and the dry wind enters it, and the yellow sand naturally has it.

Sand helps the wind, such a tornado, not everyone dares to shake it.

The Dry Mountain Ancestor dares to shake hard, but there is no need, he is the Ancestor, why bother to make a mess?

The Dry Mountain Ancestor chuckled lightly and said lightly: "Burst." ”

Say "burst", yellow sand burst.

Boom, boom, boom! Almost at once, it blew up the brave tornado, and also gathered the power of the explosion, and struck at the brave face.

Xiao Yong shook his head, the move of the Dry Mountain Ancestor was too lacking in novelty compared to the meteor hammer that the puppet Zhang had concocted.

After shaking his head, Xiao Yong shook his finger lightly, shaking like a snake in the earth, and then saw a wind snake condensed by a whirlwind of sections appeared.

The wind snake flew towards the force of the explosion, and the whirlwind that formed the snake's body stirred at them.

Stir up and crush, dissipate power.

The first round of battles ended with the Dry Mountain Ancestor losing a little.

And the first group is the hands of the ancestors of the dry mountains, so in this second wave of fighting, the initiative should be on the side of Xiaoyong.

Xiao Yong was not polite, his hand was raised high, and he fell heavily.

There was movement from the sky.

The Dry Mountain Ancestor's face changed slightly, because he thought that if Xiao Yong didn't agree with him, he would invite a catastrophe.

With the means of the Withered Mountain Ancestor, although he is not afraid of the Heavenly Tribulation, he is not very willing to encounter the Heavenly Tribulation, after all, that thing is even more terrifying and terrifying than his Silent Dao.

What roared was not a catastrophe, but a huge meteorite.

The body is burning with flames and thunder, and the momentum is not weak, and it is not easy to deal with.

The Dry Mountain Ancestor gently raised his feet and stepped on it heavily.

Immediately, a big hand condensed from the yellow sand and grabbed the meteorite.

The meteorite is a variation of the stone of the brave painting, and there are many hieroglyphs printed on the stone of his painting.

In this case, where can this meteorite be grasped by a mere big hand of yellow sand?

Even before the big hand of the yellow sand could get closer, five wind blades slashed out from the meteorite and cut it into several pieces.

The Dry Mountain Ancestor also sensed that the meteorite was intentional and had to deal with it seriously.

He hugged his hands weakly, or the yellow sand was condensed, this time it was not a big hand, it was a mountain.

Its appearance is a bit like a woodless dry mountain, but it is different, and it seems to have an incomprehensible heaviness.

Of course, the Dry Mountain Ancestor knew what many of them were, but he didn't point it out, and then he raised his feet and stepped on the ground again, and this sand mountain flew up from the ground and slammed into the meteorite.

Xiao Yong suddenly smiled, the wind is a tiger, the wind can help the tiger might, the tiger goes down the mountain, and the mountain can give the tiger potential.

"This man is really ...... A good person. Xiao Yong grinned silently, and a figure jumped out of the meteorite, climbed the sand mountain, and then raised his head to the sky and roared, and rushed down the mountain through the shape of the mountain.

That figure was a fierce tiger, and when the dry mountain saw it, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he sneered: "Want to borrow the old mountain? Hmph! I don't know if I live or die!"