"Haha, today's thunder-attribute innate spirit thing, I'm afraid, is going to change hands!"

"This Lin Ming, although he is gifted and wicked, is too conceited. With his own shortcomings, attacking others' strengths, today, I'm afraid, there are no pants left. ”

"If he loses, Feng Yi will definitely humiliate him."

"It is necessary, and besides, if you kill the people of the Feng and Yun families, even if this son has not many longevity, he will be brutally killed."

Obviously.

When Lin Ming agreed to this gamble.

Of the warriors present, almost no one was optimistic about him.

After all.

In terms of speed alone, this wind is indeed the best in the Tianyun Kingdom.

Even if it is the crown prince, Liu Wushuang is not necessarily his opponent.

Liu Xiaoxiao in the distance.

Although, she is very confident in Lin Ming.

However, after all, in terms of speed, this wind is indeed a demonic talent.

Therefore, on Liu Xiaoxiao's jade face, it is inevitable that there is some worry.

In the distance, Liu Qingluan and Xia Ying's beautiful eyes were also staring closely at the tall figure with white hair in the moon robe.

Want to take a look.

How does this teenager plan to deal with this speed duel?

"Ready!"

Within the royal family, a young man in a black robe appeared and became a referee.

Phew, boom.

Lin Ming and Feng Yi, their bodies moved, and appeared above the starting line.

"Prepare to eat ashes."

Feng Yi glanced at Lin Ming defiantly and said.

"Idiot."

Lin Ming said lightly.

This made Feng Yi, Qi's chest rise and fall like an old bellows.

"Let's go!"

Airplanes.

The death cloak was activated, and the three Purple Gold Yuan Pills ran wildly, and the majestic True Yuan like a surging river was injected into it.

The realm of 'accessibility' can fully double the dragon technique.

In addition, after the improvement of the Martial God Creation System, the Wind Escape Technique of the 'Accessibility' Realm.

With the blessing of the three parties.

Now.

Lin Ming's speed was enough to be three times the speed of his dragon technique alone, and it was four times the speed of flying with his physical body!

Sou.

Rapid start-up.

The faint sound of the dragon's groan resounded throughout the audience.

The figure of the young man, immediately, turned into a touch of moonlight, like an arrow from the string, and swept away hundreds of miles away.

"So fast!"

Many warriors were slightly surprised.

And just now, because the wind was angry with Lin Ming, he immediately started a little slower.

"The Wind Escape Technique of the Accessible Realm is abominable!"

In the eyes of the wind, a cold killing intent flashed.

This wind escape technique should have been obtained by Lin Ming by killing his Feng family envoy, and it was that made him feel a strong sense of jealousy in his heart.

It's only been a long time for this guy to cultivate the art of wind escape to the third level, the realm of 'accessibility'.

"Let me show you what the real wind escape technique is!"

"Ten percent, the artistic conception of the wind!"

With the wind as if to show off.

Its speed, proliferate.

Immediately, the distance between him and Lin Ming was narrowing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ten percent of the artistic conception of the wind, this wind one, too demonic."

"In terms of speed, he has great talent!"

"Moreover, the body method on that level, the Wind Escape Technique, has also been cultivated to the realm of 'perfection'!"

Many royal families and aristocratic geniuses present exclaimed.

Obviously.

The position they represent is the Feng family, or rather, the crown prince behind it, Liu Wushuang!

Whew, whew.

Lin Ming's eyelids jumped.

can clearly feel the terrifying speed of this wind one.

Its speed is indeed the fastest among the warriors he has encountered so far.

"Little mouse, you were caught by me."

A contemptuous laugh came from the wind.

The unruly cheeks were full of banter.

"Really?"

The corners of Lin Ming's mouth hooked.

"Flesh oven!"

Rumble.

Suddenly.

With Lin Ming as the center, a terrifying flesh oven suddenly appeared.

Just now, Feng Yi, who still had a playful smile on his face, immediately changed his face.

Because.

He felt the incomparably restless breath in his body, as if it was about to burst through his veins and spray out.

"What is that, such a terrifying power of qi and blood, like an oven, even from a distance, I can feel that my qi and blood are restless, as if I want to put myself into it!"

"It is rumored that this son cultivates a terrifying body refining technique!"

The warriors in the distance felt it and exclaimed.

This pervert, who has not been seen for a long time, seems to have become stronger.

Liu Qingluan also took a hard breath, her full chest rose and fell, and it was difficult to hide the shock in her heart.

And Liu Wushuang, who was on that throne, had a flash of greed and heat in his eyes.

This Lin Ming is really a person of great luck.

But.

There is not much longevity, and it is better to hand over these inheritances and treasures to him.

"You're cheating!"

Feng Yi said angrily.

"I bloom my own blood power, you can't stand it, you can bypass it, I didn't target you!"

Lin Ming said indifferently.

Within the area covered by Lin Ming's Qi and Blood Oven.

If Feng Yi wants to suppress the restless qi and blood, he needs to divide at least thirty percent of his strength, so it will be difficult to distance himself from Lin Ming.

Sou.

Suddenly, the wind gritted its teeth and could only change the line.

However, the next moment, Lin Ming continued to lean over.

It almost blew the wind up.

"Wind Escape Technique, Super Speed!"

The wind howled angrily.

Sou.

The next moment.

The speed exploded again, and finally, it rushed out of the range of Lin Ming's Qi and Blood Oven.

Lin Ming was slightly startled.

Originally.

The Wind Escape Technique he had practiced, except that it had not reached consummation, was not a complete version.

"Nine Nether Thunder, Wind Thunder Escape Technique!"

In the next moment.

Lin Ming let out a low roar.

Snort.

The next moment.

On the soles of the young man's feet, the Nine Nether Thunder was integrated into the Wind Escape Technique.

Thunder is not only good at killing and destroying.

Moreover, it represents a kind of speed.

There is such a name as electric flint.

And this kind of thinking is also what Lin Ming started thinking about before, and today he practiced it for the first time.

Suddenly.

Lin Ming's figure staggered a little, but in the next moment, the young man's speed increased again.

"Self-created fusion martial arts!"

In the distance, Liu Wushuang's eyes flashed with coldness, and a strong sense of threat hit his heart.

This Lin Ming is too demonic.

If it weren't for the longevity of the Yuan, he would get rid of it and hurry up.

Such a demon definitely threatens his position as the crown prince, and if he is not used, he will be destroyed.

"it!"

Feeling the power of wind and thunder around Lin Ming's body, the wind was also startled.

It turns out that it can still be played like this.

However, he didn't have a thunder-attribute innate spiritual object like Lin Ming.

After the acceleration just now, Lin Ming was almost on par with him.

And now.

The distance of 100 miles has already passed halfway, and if it goes on like this, it is really unpredictable.

"Wind Escape Technique, the ultimate speed!"

The wind gritted its teeth one by one, and the speed increased sharply.

However, this time he was promoted, his face flushed, and he obviously received some backlash.

Because.

If you want to raise the Wind Escape Technique to the second level of ultimate speed, its level is comparable to that of a heaven-level martial art.

And the requirement is to cultivate, the artistic conception of the wind, to reach the realm of half-step mystery.

He did not reach it, so he suffered a backlash.

Airplanes.

The next moment.

He felt that behind him, Lin Ming's aura exploded again.

"Blood-burning Secret Technique!"

That's right, this time, Lin Ming used the Blood Burning Secret Technique again.

Speed, surging again.

In an instant, surpassing Feng Yi, after more than ten breaths, Lin Ming took the lead to reach the finish line.

Wind one lost?

Many of the nobles above the feast could hardly accept this fact.

"Lin Ming, if you use the forbidden technique again, your life will not be long."

Feng Yi's heart was full of unwillingness, and he said viciously.

"Oh, don't bother. It's so willful, burning and playing. ”

Lin Ming's words almost made him vomit blood.