Mrs. Xiang's face changed, she stood in place, her blue clothes fluttered slowly in the wind, and after a while, the whole person seemed to turn into a wisp of green smoke, which would be blown away by the wind anytime and anywhere. She and Yun Zhongjun were practicing in Penglai Mountain together, so they naturally knew that the other party's words were definitely not bluffing.

It can be said that Yun Zhongjun, as the head of the eight gods of Penglai, cultivates extremely deep, like an abyss that cannot be detected. But he has always been kind-eyed, calm and tolerant, and never shows strength. However, Mrs. Xiang knew that I was afraid that in the entire Penglai Immortal Mountain, except for the disappeared Eastern Emperor, the strength of Yunzhongjun was the first.

Xiang Jun on the side was furious when he heard this, he was impatient, he liked to fight with people, and never admit defeat, and shouted at this moment: "Yun Zhongjun, be careful that the wind flashes your tongue, let Lao Tzu try your heavenly power today." With a few words, his figure disappeared in place, and the dense lightning nets around him became brighter and brighter.

Feng Yi was still miles away from them, but he could already feel his skin tingle and tingle, as if an invisible electric current had passed through the air. He was taken aback, subconsciously resisted, and secretly said in his heart: "The strength of Xiangjun's predecessors is too terrifying. His move seemed to be just an extremely powerful immortal technique, but it was actually equivalent to a formation. In this web of thunder and lightning, his speed is faster than anyone in the world, and if he wants to attack the other party, I am afraid that no one can stop him. ”

Although he hasn't grabbed the Thunder Ding yet, he has fought with Yu Hanxiao many times, and he has already had a trace of understanding of the power of thunder and lightning. But compared with Xiangjun, whether it is him or Yu Hanxiao, it is very different.

But seeing Xiang Jun's figure disappear into the sky, those thunder and lightning nets fluctuated one by one, giving birth to countless fine electric lights on them, and kept swimming along the thunder nets, and finally turned into a huge ball of lightning in front of Yun Zhongjun, crackling, and countless sharp hissing sounds reached everyone's ears, and some people even covered their heads and rolled all over the ground.

Yun Zhongjun saw it, but he didn't move, and said with a smile: "Thunder's Thousand Streams Technique, it's good, it's good." ”

With that, he gently stretched out his palm, and as soon as he held it in the void, Feng Yi was surprised to see that an invisible force appeared around the ball lightning, and the lightning that was constantly expanding enough to blow up a small mountain actually collapsed rapidly, and finally shrank to the size of a fist, and exploded with a bang.

For a moment, Feng Yi only felt that his ears seemed to be deaf, and the pupils of Chongguang Shen subconsciously closed. The brain buzzed constantly, and the pain was unstoppable. He was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly ran Taiyi Ding to resist this strange impact. After a while, the eyes and ears gradually recovered.

The lightning explosion just now made him deaf and blind for a short time!

With his cultivation, it is even more inevitable that the rest of the Great Xia tribesmen are far from the ground, but their strength is much weaker. With the blow of Shicai, the thousands of people who were close to him were dizzy for a long time before they slowly came back to their senses.

Bo Mi and the other lords hurriedly ordered: "Quickly, hide behind the mountain." ”

The rest of the Great Xia people hurriedly helped each other into the Heavenly Emperor Mountain, and only Ji Shisheng, Ji Gengjin, and Nu Ai were left around, they were worried about Feng Yi's safety and were unwilling to leave.

Although Xiangjun was arrogant, he knew Yun Zhongjun's strength, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he made a thunderous move, but he didn't expect to be easily cracked by the other party. He was not angry in his heart, and shouted angrily: "Yun Zhongjun, you have the ability to fight Lao Tzu for another three hundred moves." ”

As soon as his voice fell, his figure flickered like a ray of light, and he continued to attack within a radius of hundreds of zhang around Yun Zhongjun, every move was a thunderbolt, lightning and thunder, but Yun Zhongjun responded to all changes with the same wave, and blocked him with a wave of his hand.

Feng Yi was shocked to see it, and then realized that he was really sitting in a well and watching the sky before. The battle between the Penglai God and the Thunder God is simply devastating, and the moves are amazing, and the power is unimaginable.

Xiang Jun's own comprehension of Lei Ling is already superb, and he is almost integrated with thunder and lightning. But Yun Zhongjun was even more incredible, Feng Yi's heavy light pupils glanced over, and vaguely saw that Xiangjun's every blow was extremely fast, but he just couldn't touch the slightest hair of Yun Zhongjun.

This old man seems to be controlling an invisible spiritual power, and the moves he sends out are also imperceptible. No matter how fast Xiang Jun was, even if he attacked hundreds or thousands of punches in an instant, he could block it safely.

Feng Yi was secretly shocked: "Is this the power of heaven?"

At that time, Mrs. Xiang on the side saw that her brother had fallen into the wind, and she was anxious, and suddenly shouted: "Yun Zhongjun, look at the 'Wind Blade' on the concubine's body!" After speaking, she pinched her hands, and the wind howled around her, forming more than a dozen transparent huge wind blades in front of her, flashing a faint cyan in the sun.

She was about to swing the wind blade to attack Yun Zhongjun, but suddenly saw Da Si Ming flying over, and sneered: "Xuanzhu, your opponent is me. ”

Mrs. Xiang has never liked this cold and hateful junior brother, and scolded coquettishly: "Get out." With a wave of his hand, a cyan giant wind blade flew over, and a hurricane suddenly spiraled around him, enveloping the Great Priest, and the originally surging flames were blown away at once.

Da Si Ming's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly recited the trick, gathering the surging fire spirits together, from top to bottom, forming a pillar of fire that reached the sky, emitting various colors such as red, orange, blue, and black from the inside out, and the terrifying temperature almost made the blood and spiritual power of everyone around him boil.

Mrs. Xiang was taken aback and said coldly: "Xihe, your strength has grown." Before the Great Priest could answer, she shot several more wind blades one after another, entangled with each other, and from a distance, it looked like a huge storm and waves stretching up.

The pillar of fire was swept by the wind spirit and immediately crumbled, but at the same time, the spiritual power of the wind blade was also rapidly consumed, and most of it was burned by the terrifying fire spirit and turned into nothingness.

The two were stalemate for a moment, and Mrs. Xiang suddenly stretched out her slender jade finger, and with a flick of it, a small whirlwind flew out, and it flickered like that, and the next moment it came directly to the front of the great priest.

The great priest didn't have time to resist, his face changed greatly, his hands suddenly turned red, and he grabbed the whirlwind. Suddenly, his whole body trembled, his face turned pale, and his body was completely covered in a layer of flames.

Between the lightning and flint, Feng Yi's pupil power pierced through the wind and the flames, and he clearly saw an extremely thin wind blade penetrating through the fingertips of the Great Priest, hitting him on the forehead. The Great Priest screamed, and a blood-red wound appeared on his head, and a trace of blood seeped out, and it was immediately dried into white gas by the flames.

Mrs. Xiang looked at the painful appearance of the great priest, and sneered: "Regardless of dignity and inferiority, I started earlier, but you dare to commit the next offense, if there is a next time, this wind blade will cut your head." ”

As she spoke, she suddenly heard a familiar roar, Mrs. Xiang's face changed, and she turned her head to look, but saw that Xiang Jun was hit in the chest by a fist made of "impermanence qi", and his body fell like a meteor, until it fell more than a hundred zhang, and the thunder power grids around him quickly flew under him and caught him.

Mrs. Xiang secretly screamed that it was not good, it seemed that Yun Zhongjun's strength was still above the imagination of the two of them, and it was probably not so easy to defeat him.

She thought for a moment, and suddenly shouted, "Xuan Zhong, the art of wind and thunder albums!"

Xiang Jun listened from a distance, and shouted: "To deal with Yun Zhongjun, where is the need for such a big effort...... The words were not finished, but seeing Mrs. Xiang's anxious eyes, he didn't dare to say any more, and said helplessly: "Okay, Lao Tzu reluctantly agreed to you." But it's not that Lao Tzu can't beat Yun Zhongjun, you asked me to do this. ”

Mrs. Xiang hurriedly said: "One more word, I cut your tongue." ”

Xiangjun hurriedly shut up, suddenly opened his hands, and took back the flickering thunder net in the sky, forming a lightning bolt that was thicker than the mouth of the bowl, flying like a python hissing and spitting letters, flashing with the light of death. And Mrs. Xiang turned around, her graceful posture gradually became transparent, and rushed over.

In an instant, the bodies of both of them disappeared, and only the wind and lightning were left between heaven and earth, merging with each other, as if they were indistinguishable from each other, but the power was devastating, far superior to either of the two just now.

Feng Yi opened his mouth wide and said, "There are still such immortal arts in the world!"

Yun Zhongjun watched from a distance, his hands were behind, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the whole person continued to float upward, and finally became a point, and even Feng Yi's pupil power couldn't find his location.

I don't know why, Feng Yi had a strange feeling in his heart, as if the cloud in the cloud had become one with the sky, he disappeared, but he was everywhere, and seemed to be able to appear anywhere at any time.

At this time, the immortal skills of these Penglai true gods have exceeded the imagination of Feng Yi and other mortals, and the two Hou Ye, Nu Ai and others who were watching the battle from a distance all had a sense of powerlessness, it turned out that there were really such people in the world, who could pull out mountains and seas, open mountains and break mountains, and even destroy heaven and earth.

Compared with them, the power of mortals is so small, and the lives of mortals are so fragile!

Even the two brothers, Yu Hanxiao and Yu Hanxi, who stopped at this moment, forgot about the dispute and looked at the sky in the distance in amazement. The two of them were holding the Thunder Ding and the Xunfeng Ding respectively, but now looking at the real Wind and Thunder Gods, they only felt that their moves were no different from those of children.

At the same time, a strange thought arose in his heart: "Who is my father, and can he recruit such a master under his command?"

At that moment, an old voice came from the depths of the sky, saying, "The Wind and Thunder Album Technique, you have finally used it." Have you forgotten the warning of His Excellency the Eastern Emperor? This technique is extremely dangerous for you, and the slightest carelessness will risk your life. ”

"It's ...... anyway"

Suddenly, the sky fluctuated, and countless bright lights appeared, falling from the sky, and the light dragged behind the tail was like countless sharp swords, piercing the sky!

"A thousand unparalleled ones!