Chapter 982: The Holy Lord is not her opponent
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Whether it's speed or attack, it's so fast that people can't see it clearly.
The elders had no doubts about Meng Yao's cultivation, but when they saw that the spirit took Meng Yao's attack and entangled Meng Yao, the elders' expressions were as if they had seen a ghost.
Everyone in the temple, including the Holy Lord, looked at the spirit as if they had seen a ghost.
A person who cultivates as a spirit king fights against a person who they can't see cultivating, and they don't fall behind at all, this ...... What the hell is going on?
In the sky, the two figures kept colliding together, and the completely exploded spiritual power caused a huge sensation, and the people in the city and the disciples of the temple couldn't help but look up.
The speed of the two was too fast, and those people couldn't see it clearly.
"Holy Lord, what's going on?" An elder was shocked and asked the question in his heart: "Why can Fu Ling fight Meng Yao?" ”
This kind of battle is not a fake, everyone present can see that they are a little difficult to see Fu Ling and Meng Yao fighting, if this is still a fake battle, how rebellious should the cultivation of the two be?
"It's shocking." Yaoguang raised his head, looked at the two people in the sky, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "I don't have much contact with Fu Ling, I didn't expect her to be so powerful." ”
Hearing this, Sang Li smiled bitterly: "No one would have thought of it." ”
"I've been in contact with Fu Ling, and it's been a long time, but I didn't expect it."
I have seen Fu Ling deal with Xu Zhiyu, and deal with Xu Zhiyu's grandfather, but those eight can deal with it, although I feel that Fu Ling has a power higher than cultivation, but I am not too shocked.
But this time I fought against Meng Yao...... Everyone was stunned!
Meng Yao had said before that the Holy Lord was not her opponent.
Not even the Holy Lord, but the Spirit does......
Don't dare to think about it, don't dare to think about it
In mid-air, Meng Yao kept attacking Fu Ling, but she didn't hurt Fu Ling in the slightest.
Either it was dissolved by the Whisk Spirit, or it was blocked by the Whisk Spirit.
The strong attack didn't work, Meng Yao retreated violently, and opened a large distance from Fu Ling.
After pulling away the distance, Meng Yao gathered spirits with a sword, and the cold air was overwhelming.
"Snow Tiger!"
"Roar!"
The ice gathered, the white tiger roared, and in an instant, a biting chill came to the face.
Fu Ling looked at the white tiger, frowned, and then raised his hand to seal, and the pure white light condensed in his hand.
"Snow Tiger, go!"
As Meng Yao commanded, the snow tiger roared angrily and rushed towards the whisk.
"Sa!"
Countless lightsabers flew out of the light condensed in the Whisker's hand, like meteors falling, towards the snow tiger.
The snow tiger collided with the lightsaber, and a layer of ice enchantment immediately appeared on its body.
The lightsaber slammed into the barrier, not hurting Snow Tiger in the slightest.
Meng Yao raised her hand and flicked it on the sword, making a crisp sound, and then, as if receiving a new order, the snow tiger rushed out of the enchantment, jumped over the lightsaber, landed in front of Fu Ling, and opened his mouth to bite towards Fu Ling.
The fangs that flashed with cold light made everyone panic.
Fu Ling faced the snow tiger's open mouth and pushed out the light in his hand.
"Woohoo"
The light group entered the mouth of the snow tiger, became larger violently, and got stuck in the mouth of the snow tiger, unable to swallow or spit out.
"Transfiguration!"
Seeing that Snow Tiger couldn't swallow that spiritual light, Meng Yao immediately injected stronger strength into Snow Tiger's body.
Hearing this, the corners of his lips hooked, and then his feet moved, and he quickly flew away.
The moment he left, Fu Ling scolded: "Burst." ”
"Boom ......"
One word fell, and the snow tiger, which suddenly became bigger, was directly blown to pieces.