Chapter 155: Fighting (1)
In the room, Xiao Se and his party stared at the door.
There were dozens of people at the doorway, the leader of which was a teenager. The young man was carrying a peerless sword case, and he said casually, "Hey, don't look at me like this, I'm here to kill you."
"Arrogance!" Twilight Yumo looked at the young man coldly, and the Moli knife in his hand was already out of its sheath.
Lei Wuji looked at the young man with a solemn face: "Wushuang, why did you come to kill us, we have no grievances with you, what do you want to do, have you forgotten the lesson last time."
"Don't be reckless!" Twilight Yumo reminded Lei Wuji, "He's already in the Heavenly Realm, we must be careful."
"What!" Lei Wujian looked surprised, he thought that his progress had been rapid, in just over half a year, he had been promoted from a first-grade martial artist to the Vajra Mortal Realm, and then quickly stepped into the Freedom Realm. It's just that compared to the young man in front of him, he seems a little overshadowed.
Wushuang plucked out his ears a little impatiently: "You guys really talk a lot, this time he's gone, let me see your strength, otherwise, you can only become my sword soul."
"Hugh is rampant!" Sikong Qianluo scolded, picked up the silver moon spear and rushed forward, "Let me meet you, I'll let you talk big, see if I don't break your teeth."
One of her shots swept up the autumn wind outside the house, and when one shot came out, the autumn wind stopped; The sound of tearing the wind is like a baby's cry.
"Don't!" Xiao Se still wanted to stop it, but Nai Kong Qianluo had already thrown his spear, but he had to take a few steps back to avoid being affected by the aftermath of the battle.
"Yunshuang, light shuttle!" Wushuang's right hand lightly pointed forward, and the two flying swords in the Wushuang sword box shot out instantly. The tip of the sword is pointed straight at the tip of the spear. With the sound of "dang", the silver moon spear was sent into the air, and the two flying swords were still suspended in the air.
"You're nothing more than that!" Wushuang scoffed.
Twilight Yumo saw Wushuang's strength, and her face couldn't help but become solemn, "Qianluo, you and Lei Wuji protect Xiao Se, Tang Lian, you go and drag those people behind him, and Wushuang will hand it over to me!"
"Good!"
"Feng Xiao, Red Leaves, Butterflies, Absolute Shadows, Destruction, Killing, Jade Ruyi, Finger Twisting, Cang, Boundless!" Wushuang lightly summoned out the remaining twelve swords and levitated them behind him, "This is a little interesting, I heard that you are his woman, let me see how strong you are!"
Twilight Yumo sighed secretly: It's not easy to fight!
However, her face still showed a strong fighting intent, her own strength was not weak, and when Wushuang said this, her anger also came up, "Little ghost, see if I don't tear your mouth apart!"
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On the giant hand, there was a burst of tearing wind, and at the same time, the majesty it exuded, like the sea, was endless!
Meng Po, who was restrained by several green dragons, couldn't get out for a while, so she had to remind Litian loudly: "Don't resist his fingering, quickly dodge."
"Go to ***!" Yang Ming's left hand was facing one of the green dragons and pulled slightly. The green dragon was instantly accelerated, and the huge dragon head smashed Meng Po dozens of meters away.
"It's such a good dog to be so old and not stay in the coffin yet, and to come out and play around." Yang Ming scolded angrily.
Meng Po, who was smashed into the air, obviously didn't have the time to reply. was beaten and fled in embarrassment, and he took the time to scold "in his busy schedule": "Yang Ming, you are rampant!"
"It seems that you haven't felt the pressure yet, so..." Yang Ming shouted coldly, "The Great Wilderness Prisoner Heavenly Finger, four fingers break the sky!"
Click, the originally silent night, suddenly there was a cracking sound. As the giant hand slowly stretched out its fourth finger, there was a "boom", and a golden thunderbolt fell on the giant hand.
This golden thunder did not destroy the giant hand, on the contrary, the giant hand was even more powerful under the bath of the golden thunder.
"This is only one step away from entering the iQue Realm!" Meng Po steadied her body and stared at the giant hand in the sky. She knew that even she herself might not be able to take this thunderbolt. And leaving the sky, it can only turn into a powder under this giant hand, and dissipate between heaven and earth.
On the other side, Li Tian felt an unprecedented threat of death, and he lost his voice
"No, it's impossible, how can you be so strong!"
This feeling is usually only experienced by people who have been hunted by him. Now it's his turn, and it's really a good reincarnation in heaven. After being stunned for a moment, he almost said frantically: "I don't believe it, everything is a trick, you give me death!"
"Fight the sword, destroy the world!"
He frantically danced the long knife in his hand, and the knife became chaotic, each knife frantically consuming his internal strength. It's just that even so, before the sword light fell on the giant hand that was wrapped in the golden thunder, it was instantly destroyed by the golden thunder.
"Damn, you pickled dog, when you go to the underworld to report, remember to tell them that you were killed by me!" Yang Ming couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth. It's really that they have taken small roads and approached the road along the way, and they have encountered too many people who have blocked the road and robbed them, and it has been a long time. Yang Ming's patience was also worn out.
"No, I can't die!" Litian shouted, "Break it for me, ah..."
His voice grew smaller and quieter until it was completely swallowed up. With the sound of an explosion, a large crater of tens of meters was blown out from the location of the sky.
"Take!" Yang Ming slowly put away his giant hand, then he turned to look at Meng Po, he picked up the water stop on the ground and jumped up, standing on the head of a green dragon.
"Okay, that annoying *** is dead, and it's your turn next." As he spoke, Yang Ming took out the Qu Yun Sword again, and as a thunderbolt resounded through the sky fell, the Water Stopping Sword and Qu Yun became one.
Wind Thunder Gun.
Meng Po was not annoyed, she shook her sleeves, and a total of thirteen long needles emitting a faint green light were suspended in front of her. The long needle is about a foot long, with sharp ends at both ends, and even in this dim environment, the needle is still clearly visible.
"My formula of thirteen needles, each needle has different characteristics, corresponding to people's seven emotions and six desires, which one do you want to taste first?" Meng Po changed her kind appearance in the past, and her eyes became sharp.
"Grind and chirp, I'll give you a shot first." Yang Ming held the gun in both hands, and the momentum of his whole body instantly increased, and there was thunder beating on the body of the gun from time to time.
"Thunder comes from the nine heavens, and darkness is born from the red earth! This shot, lead the mine!"
Yang Ming raised his spear, and bursts of thunder fell on the wind and thunder spear in the sky, and the spear momentum skyrocketed instantly.
"I'm like a lightning rod right now." Yang Ming complained in his heart.
"God said, Wrath is original sin, God says, Disgust is original sin!" Meng Po stretched out her hand on the two long needles in front of her and tapped it gently. The long needle instantly flew towards Yang Ming.
"Vain!" Yang Ming snorted coldly, and the flying thunder gun danced in his hand. Immediately after that, the tip of the gun shot out a series of violent thunder.
The long needle confronted the furious thunder and was bounced away in an instant.
Meng Po's face was flat, "The seven emotions and six desires are intolerable to God, and today I take these thirteen needles to extinguish your seven emotions and six desires."
"Up!" Meng Po stretched out her hand and lifted it suddenly, and the two needles that were bounced off were instantly recalled, forming a dark green "wall" in front of Meng Po, blocking Yang Ming's attack.
"It's all crooked." Yang Ming twisted his neck and said loudly, "I also send you a sentence, just like a world away, grateful for the past and the present!"
The Wind Thunder Spear danced wildly in a burst of thunder, and the gun's momentum contained a terrifying destructive power.