Chapter 112: Bitter Battle III

With the current cultivation, it is indeed very difficult to kill Wan Qingping. "If only the Wind Spirit Root Cultivator knew how to escape the wind" Zhou Moyang had a whim for some reason, the wind is a thing that does not exist everywhere, cannot be seen or touched, and the speed is incomparable.

The so-called escape is the meaning of escape and invisibility. Escape is a kind of cultivation method, Zhou Moyang is still early to get started, such as this earth escape technique, many methods do not have time to comprehend, and these methods to cultivate to the realm, all of them do not need decades or even longer to comprehend.

Zhou Moyang knew that the most basic escape technique in the world was the Five Elements Escape Technique, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Among them, the earth escape technique is the simplest and easiest to practice, even if he does not have the root of the earth spirit, with the magic of the appendix of the "Absolute Void to the True Sourceless Sutra", he also practiced it in a good way, but the time took a little longer than others. On the contrary, the more ethereal the existence, the more time and talent are tested. The Wind Retreat Technique is the most difficult to practice, and ordinary monks who are not Wind Spirit Roots need at least a few decades of wind perception if they want to master it initially, while a talented Wind Spirit Root Monk may be able to master it in a few months.

"Look where you're going!" Wan Qingping's cold voice came into Zhou Moyang's ears. Zhou Moyang was taken aback, and then he realized that he didn't know when, he actually came to the seaside stone cliff, surrounded by sparse trees, clouds and mist on the edge of the cliff, and a hundred zhang cliff. With his cultivation, it is naturally not difficult to go down the cliff, and it is equally easy for the sword to fly and cross the cliff. However, Wan Qingping is just a hundred zhang away, so there are no trees to block it, this stone cliff will definitely slow him down a lot, and once he is shortened, the consequences can be imagined.

Zhou Moyang's eyes flickered for a while, he had already arrived at the edge of the stone cliff, suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Wan Qingping who was chasing, he was determined in his heart, since he couldn't escape, then let's fight! "Run! Why don't you keep running away! Wan Qingping spoke sharply, his voice was extremely sharp, and he stretched out his right hand and pointed at Zhou Moyang, "This seat wants you to die!" With a roar, his hands were instantly covered by firelight, and he glared at Zhou Moyang fiercely, and a thick pillar of fire condensed out of thin air, suddenly rushing towards the other party. Then, Wan Qing was extremely calm, and all of his brains were covered with pillars of fire within a range of dozens of zhang.

Zhou Moyang naturally didn't dare to resist anymore, he slapped his palms, and directly used his spiritual power to wave a violent wind towards the pillar of fire. Such a stupid method is also a helpless move, and the effect that can be achieved is not great, but Zhou Moyang only hopes to stop the pillar of fire, and he quickly avoids it.

"Dragon's Head Sword! Rose! Immediately after, Zhou Moyang patted the storage bag, and the dragon's head sword came out, and it grew rapidly, from three inches in size, in the blink of an eye, it grew into a zhang long, several feet wide, and the golden light flowed on it, and the sword qi was pervasive.

Turning into such a size, the consumption of spiritual power naturally multiplied several times. Zhou Moyang pinched the sword trick with one hand, and the wide dragon head sword flying sword let out a bright sword groan, and with the fire dragon, it shot towards Wan Qingping. Wan Qingping seemed to hate the dragon head sword very much, and the fire in his hands rushed up, conjuring up a child-sized fire phoenix, as soon as the fire phoenix appeared, it let out a loud chirp, as if it had life, its phoenix crown, phoenix tail, phoenix claws, all have illusions.

As soon as the fire phoenix came out, it hovered above Wan Qingping's head, and then rose to the sky, obviously not big, but it made people feel full of momentum and amazing power, as if it was the real fire, the fire with life. Wan Qingping's face was much paler, and the fire in his eyes dimmed a lot, and summoning this fire phoenix seemed to consume him a lot.

"Wow!" The fire phoenix looked down at Zhou Moyang in the air, screamed, and then swooped towards the dragon head sword, its speed was amazing, and with a "bang", it rushed to the side of the dragon head sword, a pair of sharp claws condensed by fire, grabbed the dragon head sword fiercely, pointed out, a dark red flame, spit on the dragon head sword, and opened a circle of blue and red halo.

"The life of fire?" Zhou Moyang stared at Huofeng, he clearly felt that this was not a simple fire, and even Wan Qingping did not command it with his hand, this was Huofeng's own will, or rather, it had the will and life given by Wan Qingping.

Will? The will to live? Zhou Moyang was stunned, and faintly felt that he had grasped something, as if there was a trace of cloud floating in his mind, as long as he grabbed it, he could know the structure of the entire cloud. Suddenly, Zhou Moyang trembled, and an extremely uncomfortable feeling, like the pain of his own body injury, shocked him to come back to his senses.

"Oops!" Zhou Moyang looked fixedly, only to see that the fire phoenix grabbed one end of the dragon head sword, and where the flames were spewed, the dragon head sword was already red, and the red dragon was also dim at this time. Although the Dragon Head Sword is a top-grade spiritual weapon, if it is burned like this, it will definitely damage itself after a long time. He hurriedly pinched the trick and drove the dragon head sword.

"Yin" The golden light on the sword of the dragon head flashed, and the blade of the sword swept towards the fire phoenix. However, the fire phoenix was not afraid at all, and with a sweep of the golden light, the fire phoenix's body cracked a crack, and then merged together in an instant, and the dragon head sword posed no threat to it at all.

"Small!" Zhou Moyang's face sank, his hand changed, and the dragon head sword suddenly retracted back to its original size, and dragged a light tail to shoot towards Wan Qingping. At the same time, Zhou Moyang shouted the word "Ding", wanting to trap Wan Qingping with a fire dragon in the same way as before, and then find an opportunity to hit him hard.

Wan Qingping sneered, sarcasm and hatred appeared on his face, he waved his left hand, and while Zhou Moyang drank the fixed words, he lifted the sand and dead branches and leaves on the ground, covering his own figure in it.

As soon as the word "Ding" fell, the sand in the sky was surrounded by the fire dragon, and suddenly, a red shadow swept out of it, not affected by the fire dragon at all, and with a wave of his hand, several ropes condensed by fire flew out and wrapped around the dragon's head sword.

Zhou Moyang was stunned, and hurriedly removed the fire dragon, but at this moment, it consumed a lot of spiritual power, but what he didn't expect was that Wan Qingping actually used such a simple method of Li Dai Taozhuang, and broke his spell.

Wan Qingping then pointed with his right hand, and the fire phoenix immediately screamed, flapped its wings, and rushed towards Zhou Moyang, coming quickly and quickly. Zhou Moyang glanced at the cliff behind him, even though he immediately jumped off with a light body technique, but the fire phoenix could fly, and the situation was definitely more dangerous than now. Zhou Moyang was eager to learn dozens of exercises for a while to deal with the danger in front of him, but he also knew that a hundred doors were not as good as a master.

But what now? In desperation, Zhou Moyang raised his hand and pointed at the dragon's head sword, and once again faced the fire phoenix. However, as soon as Fang cast it, he caught a glimpse of Wan Qingping's face with a sneer, and secretly said that something was wrong in his heart, and he saw the fire phoenix "bang", turning into a bunch of sparks in mid-air and scattering, which made his dragon head sword completely useless.

Zhou Moyang was stunned, and suddenly felt the fluctuation of spiritual power not far away, and saw the same pile of sparks generated, condensed into the appearance of a fire phoenix in the blink of an eye, and continued to rush towards Zhou Moyang with a scream. "Fire Escape?" Zhou Moyang was surprised. However, he couldn't help but be surprised, the fire phoenix had already rushed to his approach, and he was still ten zhang away from him, and the feeling that it was so hot that it was difficult to breathe had already pounced on Zhou Moyang. He frowned, stepped on it fiercely, stomped on the stone ground within a radius of several zhang, and kicked out again, "brushing, brushing" the stone, and hit the fire phoenix in one go.

It's just that the fire phoenix is not afraid at all, and allows the stones to pass through its body and reunite again. In an instant, it was already less than three feet, which was an area that could be reached almost instantly for the foundation building monks. Zhou Moyang finally couldn't suppress the horror in his heart, except for the crazy spiritual power, he waved his palm wind and slapped the fire phoenix, he had no other means at all. The sense of threat of the fire phoenix is like a sharp sword hanging from the neck, as long as it advances one more inch, it can be fatal.

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