Chapter 462: The Bondage of the Wind!

Broken faith, character wood-

"Artistic conception of the wind!"

A tall and thin young man stared at Zhang Ye and said slowly: "Zhang Ye, no wonder you dare to challenge us." It turns out that you have comprehended the artistic conception, and it is the artistic conception of the wind, which is known for its speed. ”

"The mood of the wind!

"It turns out that this is the artistic conception!"

"It's really ...... to have just entered the truth and comprehend the artistic conception of the wind."

A few inner disciples only came back to their senses at this time. They are also well-informed and experienced masters, and when they heard the mention of "the artistic conception of the wind", their hearts suddenly realized and were shocked.

Zhang Ye did not deny it, nor did he admit it. His eyes were fixed on the five inner disciples, and he said in a deep voice: "Do you dare to fight with me?" If you don't dare, you can leave behind 10,000 low-grade essence yuan stones and leave." ”

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the five inner disciples.

The tall and thin young man, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Zhang Ye, don't think that if you comprehend the artistic conception of the wind, you will be invincible in the inner door. Today, I'd rather light wind come and try you to see how powerful your wind artistic conception is. ”

After saying a word, above Ning Qingfeng's head, a white flower suddenly appeared. As soon as this white flower appeared, it instantly became larger, and the entire body of the light breeze was covered. Then, the white flower slowly disappeared in place, and Ning Qingfeng disappeared with the flower. Even the pervasive spiritual sense could not search for Ning Qingfeng's location.

It turned out that this Ning Qingfeng was a person who was good at his body, although he did not comprehend the artistic conception of the wind, but his body was very famous among the inner disciples. Hearing Zhang Ye's repeated provocations, he immediately had the heart of competition, ready to comprehend Zhang Ye's artistic conception of the wind.

"Good!"

Seeing that Ning Qingfeng actually showed such a wonderful body, several inner disciples invariably shouted hello. Now, Zhang Ye is already their common enemy, and they can't wait for Ning Qingfeng to defeat Zhang Ye neatly.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Ye's eyes, he couldn't imagine that this Ning Qingfeng actually had such a skill. However, the artistic conception of the wind that Zhang Ye comprehended, what he pays attention to is fast, that is, there is no trace. As soon as Ning Qingfeng disappeared, he immediately entered a wonderful artistic conception, and his body changed from real to virtual, and he also disappeared into the void. ”

Ning Qingfeng's body method is to combine his body with the essence of heaven and earth, hide his body, and then shuttle back and forth between the essence of heaven and earth by a magical means. For this wonderful body method, even Zhang Ye felt that it was unusually wonderful, even if he relied on the artistic conception of the wind, he couldn't find Ning Qingfeng's hiding place for a while.

However, Zhang Ye has a very high level of understanding, and he has a lot of attack methods. Although he couldn't see Ning Qingfeng's hiding place, he could use his means to expose Ning Qingfeng himself.

"Every time, every time!"

Zhang Ye's heart moved slightly, and a golden tornado appeared in the void. The tornado swirled wildly, sending out a powerful devouring force, stirring up a space of thousands of zhang in a radius. The essence of heaven and earth also became chaotic with the rotation of the tornado, like a pool of water, constantly stirred by someone with a wooden stick.

Under the dense tornado of chapter leaves, Ning Qingfeng could no longer closely combine with the essence of heaven and earth, and his figure stagnated slightly, emitting a faint breath.

Zhang Ye's spiritual sense was so powerful, Ning Qingfeng's breath had just come out, and he was immediately caught by him. Zhang Ye's thoughts moved slightly, and the dense tornado surrounded Ning Qingfeng in an instant, blocking Ning Qingfeng's front and back, left and right, one by one. ...,

"It's broken!"

Ning Qingfeng's heart jumped, and when he heard this, his palm hurriedly stretched out, and a huge amount of innate true qi poured out, pinching and scattering several tornadoes blocking him one by one.

After pinching and dispersing the tornado, Ning Qingfeng continued to use his body technique, preparing to hide in the void again. But at this time, Zhang Ye had already crossed the dense tornado and came behind him.

"Whew!"

A golden palm, like an incomparably sharp big knife, suddenly appeared behind Ning Qingfeng, carrying an incomparable momentum, slashing towards Ning Qingfeng!

Zhang Ye's knife is his self-created combat skill - breaking the mountain and slashing. Zhang Ye's mountain-breaking slash has long been cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, and above the artistic conception, it is becoming more and more like a space storm. A close slash was like a terrifying space storm suddenly appearing around him. Ning Qingfeng's whole person, his whole soul had a feeling of being torn apart!

"What a quirky combat skill!"

Ning Qingfeng's heart was beating, he didn't care about hiding his figure, the innate true qi of his whole body gushed out wildly, and then a short sword appeared in his hand, and as soon as his arm was sent, the short sword turned into a dazzling white rainbow, carrying a faint thunder, stabbing towards Zhang Ye's palm!

Ning Qingfeng's short sword, with eighteen formations depicted on it, belongs to the eight-grade true weapon. Among them, the "Ruijin Formation" can easily cut through everything, the "Light Wind Formation" can speed up the attack, and the "Giant Spirit Formation" can make the short sword weigh tens of millions of catties in an instant, so that the power of the short sword can be greatly increased!

Ning Qingfeng's body is outstanding, but his cultivation is not as good as Bao Jinglei. Seeing that Bao Jinglei was defeated by Zhang Ye, he knew that Zhang Ye's Liliang was not trivial, so he decisively took out his weapon and prepared to force Zhang Ye back with the short sword in his hand.

"Humph!"

Zhang Ye snorted coldly, he actually ignored Ning Qingfeng's short sword at all, and a golden palm slashed straight towards Ning Qingfeng!

"Look for death! I'll cut off your claws with the power of my short sword!"

Ning Qingfeng's pupils shrank slightly. He couldn't imagine that Zhang Ye was arrogant to such a point, knowing that the short sword in his hand was a real weapon, and still fighting hard, this was simply a kind of contempt.

Several inner disciples who were watching from the sidelines saw Zhang Ye fighting Ning Qingfeng's short sword with his flesh palm, and the corners of their mouths showed a sneer. The real weapon is the real weapon, this kind of real weapon that depicts eighteen kinds of formations, it is extremely sharp and powerful. In the face of this kind of real weapon, Zhang Ye actually fought hard with his palm, which was simply arrogant to the extreme!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Zhang Ye's palm collided with Ning Qingfeng's short sword, and in the midst of a huge roar, Zhang Ye's fleshy palm actually burst out like a mountain and a sea. In front of this terrible liliang, the short sword in Ning Qingfeng's hand couldn't cut off Zhang Ye's palm, but he himself was shocked by Zhang Ye's liliang and flew upside down!

"Phew!"

Ning Qingfeng's face changed greatly, and several inner disciples who were watching the battle also changed their faces. Zhang Ye's method of shaking the real weapon with a hard palm has greatly exceeded their imagination!

"Zhang Ye is such a terrible method! I have to leave far away to have a chance of winning!" Ning Qingfeng's blood was surging, he knew Zhang Ye's power deeply, and he was ready to quickly open the distance, and then find a way to make a move.

At this moment, one of Zhang Ye's palms grabbed into the void and shouted: "Wind Artistic Conception - Wind Bondage!"

With Zhang Ye's low shout, the wind in the void suddenly gathered over, and the formless and qualitative wind, like an invisible rope, bound towards Ning Qingfeng!

"Ahh

Ning Qingfeng was taken aback, and in the midst of the loud shouting, the innate true qi in his body gushed out wildly. At the same time, the short sword in his hand also swung towards the void like lightning, cutting the ropes that bound him one by one. ...,

Ning Qingfeng's reaction was very fast, and the time it took to cut the rope was only a short moment. But in this short moment, Zhang Ye had already rushed over again, a golden palm, like a hand of heaven that controlled everything, with indescribable might, slashed straight towards the top of his head!

"Boom!"

Ning Qingfeng fought hard, his body was like a meteorite, falling heavily from the sky, and the whole person was smashed into the ground. It was a long time before he came out of the ground, and his clothes were in tatters.

"Puff puff!"

Ning Qingfeng spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and said with a wry smile: "What a powerful artistic conception of the wind, such a strong liliang, such a wonderful sword technique!

After speaking, Ning Qingfeng took out 10,000 lower-grade essence stones in extreme pain, and then disappeared quickly without looking back. He fought hard just now, and his body was already injured, and he had to rush back to treat his injuries.

After defeating Ning Qingfeng, there were still four inner disciples left. At this time, the faces of the four inner disciples were all solemn, and they looked at Zhang Ye as if they were looking at a demon.

Generally speaking, people with strong body skills will not be too outstanding, and vice versa. Like Ning Qingfeng, his body is very powerful, but Liliang is very ordinary. And Zhang Ye is not only powerful in his body, but also powerful in Liliang, and his knife skills are also extremely powerful. Although the four inner disciples have their own special skills, they all have a headache in the face of an opponent like Zhang Ye who has almost no shortcomings.

Zhang Ye's gaze fell on the four inner disciples and said, "There are still four of you left." Let's continue to fight, and the loser will hand over 10,000 low-grade essence stones. Which of you comes up first?"

The four inner disciples glanced at each other. Zuihou, a tall bald man, said slowly: "Zhang Ye, I am Pang Wushuang, ranked thirty-fifth among the inner disciples. I want to try my boxing skills with you, do you dare?"

Zhang Ye's eyebrows raised and said, "Say it." What a comparison. ”

Pang Wushuang smiled, pointed to the cliff next to him, and said, "The two of us, each punched on the cliff and blasted a cave out of the cliff. Whoever blasts out the deepest cave wins. What do you think?"