Is that really just a state of spitting?

Why can it stimulate the momentum of artistic conception?

If this waste can promote the image of artistic conception, Luo Cheng believes that it will be absolutely difficult for them to compete with Ling Yun.

In the eye contact with Xiao Yi and others, several people quickly reached a consensus that this son could not stay.

"Okay, Ling family waste, you have already provoked me, you are worthy of my action!" Luo Cheng thought about it, and with a move of his hand, the Mixed Yuan Flying Sword that fell to the ground returned to his hand.

Since the spiritual power in the flying sword has been consumed, this flying sword can no longer exert its power for the time being, Luo Cheng took it back into the brocade box, and then, his face stared at Ling Yun, and he suddenly exuded a cold aura all over his body, making people seem to see the god of death reaping.

Being able to condense a trace of artistic conception is a portrayal of the martial change realm.

In the realm of martial change, the internal force reaches its peak and condenses into a martial soul, which is the harbinger of opening up the sea of meaning.

Luo Cheng exuded such an momentum, which also proved that his strength had reached the realm of martial change.

Ling Yun sneered: "You talk too much nonsense, you say I'm a waste, then, the six of you deal with me at the same time, isn't it a waste? I'm embarrassed to say what is worth your shot? I've seen shameless, I've never seen such shameless!"

The corners of Luo Cheng's mouth twitched, he was furious, he raised his palm and rushed towards Ling Yun, the powerful killing intent was integrated into the momentum, forming a rushing impact, the wind was swirling, in that gloomy situation, it seemed that he could see a devil's claw grabbing towards Ling Yun.

The power of the Nine Ghost Claws!!

Ling Yun didn't expect that Luo Tian would also be able to condense the artistic conception before the intention of moving the realm, this is the potential, momentum, majesty and breath that Ling Zhen said in his mouth.

However, Ling Yun felt that Luo Cheng's posture was obviously not momentum or might, but a display of the dark side of his heart.

Thunder Crash!

Thunderous army!

Don't dare to slack off, Ling Yun integrated into the artistic conception of the Ben Lei Bang Martial Arts with a tragic situation, plus his current physical body quality has improved, he can already form a contour of the artistic conception Yun Dao in the sea of mind, yes, at this time, he played one of the moves, and he has been able to exert half of the power of the artistic conception Yun Dao.

Bang!

The thunder was rolling, as if the iron hooves of a thousand armies were rushing, and Luo Cheng's ghost claws were impacting head-on, and there was a loud bang suddenly.

Thousands of armies stepped into the void with iron hooves, wanting to break through the momentum of the nine ghost claws, between the two, you advance and I retreat, I advance and you retreat, and fall into a stalemate.

Seeing this, Xiao Yi, Chen Zhiqi, and Chen Yang suddenly shot out of their figures and attacked Lingyun from three directions.

All three are swords, and the sword style is sharp, but unfortunately, there is no trace of momentum in the sword moves, but among them, Xiao Yi's sword realm is obviously higher, and there are strands of sword flowers in the sword moves, which is the display of artistic conception and Taoism.

Rainstorm pear blossoms!

Sure enough, after Xiao Yidang's sword rushed into the battle circle, the sword wind of the wild wolf and the aura of the ups and downs swept through Ling Yun's entire body.

That halo is the artistic conception of its martial arts, rainstorm, pear blossoms, and the majesty of the Dao.

Burst!

The halo swirls in the air, striking into a pattern like pear petals, each with a powerful impact.

Seeing that those sword flowers were locked on him, Ling Yun had no choice but to withdraw his moves, giving up the confrontation with Luo Chengjiu's ghost claws, and almost instantly, he raised his palm and slapped a wave of frenzy.

Falling waves!

The waves crashed against the rocks, hitting thousands of waves, and the hazy artistic conception outline was displayed in front of Xiao Yat's eyes, which made the three of them shocked.

This waste has already begun to condense the image of artistic conception, how is it possible?

Bang! bang......

The collision between the waves and the sword flowers that Xiao Yi swung out formed a sonic boom in mid-air, and at the same time, after the two forces collided, they formed a wave of impact and spread out in all directions, so that the nearby weak vegetation was stopped or uprooted.

Chen Zhiqi and Chen Yang each held a sword, and also unfolded the exquisite martial arts in the family, and the powerful internal force was integrated into the sword moves, slashing fiercely at Ling Yun.

Although the master of the Magnificent Realm has not condensed the martial soul, the use of power has reached its peak, even if it cannot show the artistic conception of the Dao, but it can maximize the power of the prestige of the artistic conception of the Dao in the superb martial arts.

When Ling Yun confronted Xiao Yi's sword flower, the two of them each struck a fatal blow at Ling Yun, and the two powerful sword intents directly broke through Ling Yun's situational defenses.

Boom!

With an explosion, Ling Yun's move was instantly dissolved, and it was shocked by the power of Chen Zhiqi's two swords.

After all, the other party is a figure at the peak of the Heroic Realm, and his strength cannot be ignored, and in the face of the three people surrounding him, Ling Yun suffered a great loss.

At this moment, Luo Cheng's cold face flashed, and the palm struck again.

"Rubbish, die!"

Luo Cheng threw himself into the air and threw a punch directly into the air towards Ling Yun.

And Luo Chengcheng is like a poisonous python shot out of a dark hole, and that fierce fist is the red letter of the poisonous snake.

This is another extreme magnification of the dark side of his heart.

The power of the Hell Python!

The poisonous python opened its bloody mouth and devoured Lingyun.

In the face of such a situational oppression, Ling Yun had no choice but to urge the situation again, fuse the artistic conception of the palm method of the waves slapping on the shore, and strive to strike a palm.

Rocks pierce the air!

Rumble!

The torrent spread, the flying stones exploded, rolling and surging, and the momentum of the python aimed at Luo Cheng swept away, making a huge sound that shook the sky.

But under the blow, Luo Cheng's mad python momentum did not collapse, Luo Cheng's eyes became more gloomy, he sneered again and again, his palm flipped several times, and his figure turned into a ghost, and he went straight to Lingyun's door.

"It's still too low!"

In the face of Luo Cheng's new round of pressure of the situation, Ling Yun was already a little strong, urging the situation, integrating into the martial arts, and showing the coercion of the artistic conception of the Dao, which was very costly, but just now Ling Yun condensed the artistic conception of the Dao in the sea of mind twice, so that most of the vitality was consumed, and he was a little prostration.

It's just that every time the artistic conception is halfway condensed, and when it is about to turn from a potential to an image, Ling Yun also feels that his physical body is about to collapse, and he can't bear the feeling of pressure at all, so he doesn't completely show the true artistic conception of the Tao.

This shows that his physical body is still not strong enough.

"Waste, you can't!"

Xiao Yi saw that Ling Yun was declining, and his face showed a look of sarcasm.

Chen Zhiqi also shook his head and sneered: "The light of fireflies also dares to compete with the sun and the moon?

After the words fell, several people unfolded their sword postures again, and at the same time launched an attack on Ling Yun.

"Hehe, I've been holding my breath for a long time, let me give this waste a break!"

Luo Yong watched the battle for a long time, and when he saw Ling Yun gradually gaining the upper hand, he couldn't help but take action, venting his anger at Ling Yun playing a few people before.

On the field, he suddenly became Ling Yun with one enemy and five, and for him, the pressure was even greater.

"Eat me with a punch!

Luo Yong raised his fist, rushed into the air, and threw a punch at Ling Yun, the fist shadow actually contained a trace of the tiger descending the mountain, the momentum was compelling, at this moment Ling Yun was fighting against the attacks of Luo Cheng and Xiao Yi at the same time, and in the face of Luo Yong's fast and strong blow, he was caught off guard at all.

Burst!

There was no suspense, Luo Yong's heavy fist containing the momentum of the tiger pounced on Ling Yun's body, and immediately, Ling Yun felt a burst of explosion from his body, flesh and bones, as if they were bursting instantly.

This tiger flying high is really terrifying, the fist strength is relatively convergent at the beginning, wrapped into a ball, once it blasts into the human body, these wrapped fist power immediately scattered like a wild horse, giving the human body severe damage.

Ling Yun was immediately blasted into a bloody man by Luo Yong's punch.

"It's not over yet, waste, this is a big delivery, let's eat one of us and one sword!"

Xiao Yi let out a cruel smile, raised his sword and stabbed wildly at Lingyun, and at the same time, Chen Zhiqi, Chen Yang and Luo Cheng beside him were also full of bloodthirsty madness, and they all went out together to continue to besiege Lingyun.

Did he just die?

Ling Yun was bombarded by Luo Yong's punch, and he was almost blown into soft mud, fortunately, in the past ten days, his physical body has been a lot stronger, and he has not hurt his veins, but the injury is not light.

In the face of a new round of offensive by Luo Cheng and a few people, he was simply unable to resist, seeing Luo Yongyin smiling, raising his fist again, Ling Yun's heart was horizontal, thinking, since he was going to die, how could he pull a cushion, he no longer cared about whether the physical body could withstand the weight of the artistic conception, and as soon as his mind moved, the sea of consciousness suddenly turned upside down, condensing the spectacular scene of the stormy waterfall.

Ling Yun took almost all the Di Yuan Dan in the Qiankun bag at one time, and his divine sense communicated with the sea of meaning, and finally condensed the image of the artistic conception of flying down!

The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days!

The intuitive scene and the derived imagination are all condensed into a majestic artistic conception.

Ling Yun spotted Luo Yong's figure and suddenly raised his palm to pounce.

Crush!

The power of a palm contains the momentum of the waterfall falling straight down for nine days, and the powerful impact force suddenly swept Rayong inside, and suddenly, the overwhelming palm print hit Rayong's body.

Bang! bang......

"Ah......h

Luo Yong only had time to let out a miserable scream, and in the face of Ling Yun's desperate blow, he had no power to resist at all, and was directly crushed by the prestige of the Nine Heavens of the Milky Way, and endured the fierce blow of Ling Yun's palm.

Finally, at the moment when Ling Yun withdrew his palm, Luo Yong's whole person flew out upside down and fell heavily on the grass, unconscious.

At the same time that Ling Yun withdrew his palm, he also completely collapsed and fell down.

Unexpectedly, he was going to die again, but somehow, Ling Yun felt a little sorry for this life.

He had already heard the footsteps of Luo Cheng and the others slowly approaching.

"This waste is really hard to deal with, it has been able to condense the image of artistic conception, if it is allowed to grow, it will be terrible, okay...... He's a short-lived ghost after all!"

Xiao Yi looked at Ling Yun who was lying motionless on the ground, recalling the majestic artistic conception that he released just now, which completely crushed Luo Yong, and he still had palpitations, he knew that even if he faced it, he would end up the same as Luo Yong.

"Kill!"

Luo Cheng commanded.

As a result, the people who were still standing at the scene were all approaching Lingyun step by step.

However, what a few people never expected was that at this moment, a powerful aura suddenly swept over, and in one fell swoop, several people were swept away.

At the same time, the originally gloomy canopy turned into a blue sky.

The surrounding jungle has also become an idyllic scenery of small bridges and flowing water, with a gentle breeze and a spring in March.

The breathtaking sight disappeared after only a few breaths, and everything returned to normal.

"What just happened?"

Xiao Yi and the others were shocked.

Luo Cheng is face flashed a hint of surprise, and immediately reacted: "It's the artistic conception, there are masters!"

"What?"

As soon as Luo Cheng's words came out, Xiao Yi and the others couldn't help but shudder and were shocked.

"Look, the shit is gone!"

When a few people calmed down, they found that Ling Yun had disappeared, and they couldn't help but suddenly realize that the waste should have been robbed by a master.

"I didn't expect that there would be a master!"

Luo Cheng's face was gloomy.

Xiao Yi's eyes looked a little complicated, and he was worried: "Maybe it will be his protector, then the waste must have had an adventure, but why doesn't that master deal with us?"

"Perhaps, the other party just temporarily rescued the waste, and had no intention of entanglement with us...... Chen Zhiqi said his opinion.

"Although that waste condensed the image of artistic conception in the end, it was a self-destructive 800 fighting style, and I don't think it would last long!" Chen Yang said.

Luo Cheng said with a gloomy face: "I hope so." ”

He turned to look at Rayong, who had fallen to the side, only to find that he had a breath left, and he wrinkled his brow for a moment.

"Is Rayong saved?"

Xiao Yi and a few people came over.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Luo Cheng's eyes, and he said coldly: "Luo Yong is dead, remember, he was killed by that waste!"

As he spoke, Luo Cheng stretched out his hand and twisted it towards Luo Yong's neck......

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