Chapter 302: Confucianism
Under the domination of the two desires, although the strength gradually stabilized, the crazy demeanor did not decrease at all. The power of the medicine continued to attack, and he roared like an angry hungry tiger, and the blazing black flames converged in the air, and the heat wave seemed to evaporate all the sand and dust.
Xiao Wanhu barely supported his body, half-kneeling on the ground. He looked at the shadow of his own body, and the huge black fireball, and his heart tightened for the law and the ink.
Such an offensive, with the current situation of Law Dingmo, I am afraid that he will definitely die.
Xiao Wanhu broke free and wanted to go over to help, but his muscles and veins were injured and he couldn't exert his strength for a while. He could only stare dryly, seeing that Lu Dingmo was about to be killed with one move!
In the blink of an eye, the shadow skeleton's strength sank, and the accumulated power rolled out against the ground in an instant, and the floor rumbled and shook.
The black flames approached the ruins, and everything seemed to turn around.
However, at the last moment of the crisis, it was still unexpected!
At the moment when the black flame rolled into the ruins, burning the bricks and broken wood strips to ashes, a cold clear mirror shadow flashed out in time, blocking the deadly move!
The black flames collided with the hard surface of the piano, intertwining with the true qi attached to it like waves. The afterglow of the four shots was like a random arrow, piercing holes and breaking tiles around it, and the noise was endless.
Swept away by the cold aftermath of the shock, the shadow skeleton's mind cleared up slightly. But he paused, his gaze returning to a fierce color.
Xiao Wanhu saw the familiar qin, and his face softened slightly. But he was still very nervous, and it seemed ...... The law is to do the same enlightenment.
As far as the two of them looked, in the ruins, a cyan blue glow slowly flashed.
“…… A rod of smoke and rain crosses the green sail, a hundred years of Confucianism, and the world is wide; Thousands of feet of Mingjian, Moyu mountains and rivers are the same book, the old words are under the matter, and only the view of the king should be benevolent. ”
Steady verses, steady steps. At the moment when the figure slowly walked out of the ruins, the green rainbow electric light rose from the ground, and the jade zite circled in the air, and suddenly flew in front of Lu Dingmo.
Brilliant and bright, the strings are as fine as a dragon's whiskers, and the body is graceful, calm and calm under the flickering brilliance, just like the main style of the piano.
"Good guy......" Xiao Wanhu finally felt some strength, and he couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the rejuvenated law and ink in front of him.
Shadow Skeleton looked at the scene in front of him, his gradually sober consciousness and warlike blood spurting constantly distorted, making it more and more difficult for him to control himself.
The effect of the medicine was triggered, and his sanity once again subordinated to the upper hand. Looking at the law and ink who stood up again in front of him, he just wanted to tear him apart completely, as if he had found an interesting opponent, and the desire to fight made him unable to stop at all, he wanted to release his power!
Thinking like this, the shadow skeleton tiger's body arched high, and the black flame was restless, and it rushed towards the law and the ink with an unbearable momentum.
In the face of the irrational shadow remains, the law ink eyebrows were sharp, and he jumped high with the piano, hooked his fingers and plucked the strings in the air, and suddenly resounded with the sound of a jade splash!
The remaining energy, with the assistance of the sound of the piano, stirred up bursts of whirlpools, stirring up the sound of the tide of the angry sea.
The power sweeps, like the ebb and flow of the tide, and the surge is endless.
The sound of the piano was attached to the ink, as if it had turned into a solid form, the blue light was like a ripple, and every ripple was full of power, and it was facing the shadow without reservation.
The sound of the piano calmed the shadow skeleton's madness at the same time, making his attacks less and less sharp. Xiao Wanhu looked at the remnants of the wall, his expression was detached, as if he saw the undisturbed appearance when he played the piano for the first time.
The fireworks on the shadow skeleton were slightly extinguished, but even if his consciousness gradually returned to his mind, he still wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Lu Dingmo.
He knew that the law was just lingering. If you give up this opportunity, it is tantamount to letting the tiger go home.
"Flame Night!"
The matchless black flame condensed again, and the true yuan in his body seemed to be endless. The coiled fiery serpent twisted like black lacquer, devouring the law ink in the heights.
Seeing the flames coming, the law ink flew his fingers on the string, freeing up his other hand to gather the color of the ink.
In an instant, inkstreams wrapped in dark blue emerged and blended into the strings. Flashing with a starry glow, Ritsu Dingmo's weak and steady cheeks were reflected brightly.
"Xuantian Gu Shooting, Yang Law Huang Zhong ......" Lu Dingmo's eyes were resolute, his ten fingers tightly clasped the crystal string light, and his proud bones were like the mountains of Saga, majestic mountains and rivers, "Hui Mo Dang Qingcheng!" ”
The double moves converge, the piano plays the earth, and the three mountains are in harmony!
The ink flowing high and accompanied by the sound of the blue waves and the sound of the piano rushed repeatedly. The eleven-story tile wall completely collapsed, like a reverse wave piercing the scales, the eyes were full of whistling waves, and the ears were full of clear strings and flying vibrations!
Even in the night market, everyone heard the sound of sound in Lanyun Pavilion, and they all saw the bright light blooming at the top. The sand and gravel poured like rain, and the Lanyun Pavilion, which had been fought by the three of them for a long time, was finally on the verge of collapse.
At the core of the battlefield, Huang Zhong is breaking the evil flames, and Ruhui is upright. The three of them also rolled down in the scattered sand and stones, and the ten floors were unbearable, and finally they were piled up in a mess on the next floor.
The shadow skeleton bore the brunt of it, and at the same time as the sound of the qin entered his brain, his body was washed by the ink stream and the qin waves, completely extinguishing his medicinal power.
At this moment, he planted himself in the bricks, used the residual strength to crush the weight on his body, and jumped out.
He felt a terrible pain in his whole body, from the inside out. Every vein seemed to be burning, and the wound of the wound was still gurgling and bleeding, and even if the effect of the medicine was still there, he could barely hold on.