Zhang Long looked at the arm that was burned by the fire and only had half a sleeve left, and looked at Wuchen's eyes and narrowed slightly: "Spirituality?"

Wuchen didn't answer his words, and with a flip of his palm, a foot-long flame appeared in his palm and jumped. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the same time, in the area around the black dust, there was an additional layer of red cyclones, which were constantly rotating and accelerating, and from time to time there were fist-sized stones in the cyclone, which smashed to the ground with flames, leaving black traces.

"Body Shield?"

Although the two realms of spiritual martial arts are both cultivation methods, in fact, the cultivation methods and methods of the two realms are very different.

Since the history of the Yuan Wilderness, there has never been a situation where one person's spirit and martial arts are used in parallel and at the same time.

Zhang Long took it for granted that Wu Chen's body was surrounded by a body protection spirit shield.

I saw Zhang Long stepping forward, and said as he walked: "What kind of genius is my Dao, who dares to be arrogant in front of me." It turned out to be just a small devotional.

I don't know how much you have to protect your body and soul shield?

Can you strengthen my martial cyclone?"

Every time Zhang Long took a step, his momentum rose by one point. At the same time, a layer of white mist appeared around his body, which spun rapidly, like a wheel, and instantly rose to the size of nearly four feet and eight feet.

There were even bursts of whistling sound coming from the cyclone, and the sound was amazing.

At this time, he came not far in front of Wuchen, and the martial aura of the two of them came into contact with each other, making a beeping sound.

The whirlwind of the black dust retreated one after another, and was compressed back little by little.

Wuchen's martial cyclone contracted by one point, and Zhang Long's martial cyclone took a step forward.

In a few breaths, Zhang Long carrying his martial aura had already arrived at a position of about five zhang in front of Wu Chen.

The Martial Cyclone of the Dark Dust has also shrunk to a thickness of less than a few feet, and it looks like a Martial Cyclone, just like a thin layer of clothing worn outside.

"Hahaha, this is your body protection spirit shield?

At this moment, Zhang Long's strong Hou Wu aura was fully revealed, and the whistling martial aura blew Wuchen's hair backwards.

Although Bai Jianli and the others were a little far away, they felt a sharp pain in their shoulders, and several people supported each other and leaned on the boulder on the side, which eased a little.

Especially Niu Mengmeng, if it weren't for Bai Jianli and Niu Hun blocking her behind, looking at her pale face, she would even spit blood!

"Little brother..."Bai Jianli clenched his fists and wanted to step forward.

But at this moment, Niu Hun grabbed him, gave him a look, and motioned him to look down.

The suppression of the breath, everyone felt it so strongly from such a distance, and the nearest black dust can be imagined.

But seeing that Wuchen's body was as tall as a gun, tall as a pine, facing Zhang Long's martial arts cyclone in front of him, he said indifferently: "This is your ability?"

Wuchen was not overwhelmed by Hou Wu's breath, and his calm appearance shocked Zhang Long's heart.

Aside from the fire attack just now, as well as this weak layer of 'Body Protector Spirit Shield', Wuchen didn't show much of it.

Zhang Long didn't have much to do with spiritual cultivation, and he couldn't see through the depth of the dust for a while.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Bai Jianli who was struggling to resist his Hou Wu's breath, and then looked at the wound on his leg, and couldn't help but sneer.

This group of ants has no other skills, but the ability to hold on is the same.

If Zhang Long is killed, he will not believe that a new disciple who has not been in the first place for a few months can carry his Hou Wu aura without falling.

If someone really carried it, regardless of whether he was spiritual or martial arts, it could only mean that he had adopted a special method.

For example, this 'bluff' dust.

The more Zhang Long thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was correct, the corners of his mouth lifted, and he looked at Wuchen with disdain:

"There is a saying: To die is to save face and suffer sin. With your little trick, you can deceive me?

A humble bug, who doesn't know how to survive, and waits for his result, there is only one, !! death"

As he spoke, Zhang Long raised his feet and was about to move, but he chuckled lightly and said with interest: "Believe it or not, I don't need to use my hands when I go down, my Storm Martial Cyclone can strangle you to pieces?"

Wuchen's face was slightly gloomy, he didn't speak, and his body didn't move at all.

"Hahaha, why are you scared silly?" Zhang Long clapped his hands and laughed loudly.

Then he turned cold and continued: "Or are you thinking about how to wag your tail and beg for mercy now? How can you survive? Unfortunately, it's too late!"

After speaking, Zhang Long strode forward, and his white martial aura suddenly wrapped Wuchen's whole person in.

All of a sudden, there was a loud whistling.

Zhang Long looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, but shook his head with some unfinished thinking: "Killing an ant is not an achievement at all." ”

"Little brother!" Bai Jianli was completely cracked, and shouted loudly, about to step forward, Niu Hun's face was pale, but he held Bai Jianli tightly.

"Third brother!!" Niu Mengmeng suddenly bypassed Niu Hun and wanted to rush up, but was dragged by Wang Wu and Zhao Liu from both sides.

"What are you doing? I'm going to fight him!" Niu Mengmeng cried.

At this moment, Zhang Long's gaze fell on everyone, and his gaze was like a knife: "It's your turn!"

"Zhang Long, you'd better kill me today. Otherwise, I, Bai Jianli, swear that I will destroy you, kill your nine clans, and avenge my little brother!!" Bai Jianli jumped up with green tendons on his forehead and roared loudly.

"Hahaha, welcome, welcome, it's just that you have to have that opportunity. Zhang Long said and walked towards Bai Jianli and the others.

But I didn't take a few steps.

I heard a cold and disdainful voice ringing out: "Cyclone of the Storm Martial Arts, but that's it!"

The next moment, in Zhang Long's Storm Martial Cyclone, a flame rose into the sky, accompanied by countless burning boulders, smashing down from above.

The waves of fire are blazing, overwhelming mountains and seas, appearing out of thin air.

The boulder made a fire, as if the end was coming, and the earth was going to be shattered.

Zhang Long only felt a huge force with a heat wave, and hit him with a bang, and suddenly knocked him backwards and flew backwards for several zhang before he landed.

Zhang Long looked angry and hideous, but when he looked up, he saw that a red cyclone with a height of seven or eight zhang and a height of nearly forty or fifty zhang appeared in front of him.

From a distance, it looks like an incomparably long pillar of fire slowly spinning.

In the midst of that pillar of fire, countless flame boulders from nowhere were tumbling and falling.

And in the middle of the ground below the huge pillar of fire, there was a young man, with his hands behind his back, looking at him coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

"You, this, how is this possible?" No matter how sluggish Zhang Long was, he could still feel the surging martial arts aura coming from the incomparably high pillar of fire at this time.

Isn't this Wuchen a disciple of the Spiritual Dao?

(To be continued.) )