"Is this going to be all the same?"

"Sure enough, just like the legend, this Xu Mu is crazy to fight, this is the means of burning jade. ”

"In the face of a Xuan-level spiritual root that can be called invincible at the same level, can you not work hard?"

The center of the tornado, already flooded by a sea of thunder.

The monks shrunk their necks, and even through the protection of the Black Ink Arena, they could still feel the heart-wrenching power in the center of the storm.

Just when everyone thought that Xu Mu planned to die with the prince.

A low roar rang out from the center of the silver thunderbolt.

"Crossing the Heavenly Realm!"

A pair of yin and yang double-fish road diagrams unfolded from the heart of the thunder-filled storm.

Xu Mu's figure appears in the center of the yin and yang pattern.

The rapidly rotating Yin-Yang Dao Diagram was like a monster devouring thunder, and all the thunder that blasted towards Xu Mu would be devoured and refined by it.

And Xu Mu, who was in the center of the Yin-Yang Dao diagram, not only did he not suffer any more damage from the thunder.

The physical injuries he had suffered from breaking through the Storm Fury Wall had miraculously healed.

Crossing the tribulation of heaven can devour the power of thunder tribulation and quench the body.

How could the thunder produced in this storm be compared to the Heavenly Tribulation, and in turn, it was also refined by the Heavenly Tribulation to nourish Xu Mu's body.

One eliminates the other, and Xu Mu has taken advantage of the time and place.

As for Wang Zicheng, he has been hit hard by the violent thunder.

The cloak was scattered, his clothes were in tatters, and the bloody scars were all over his body.

His defensive psychic Eye of the Storm couldn't stop the power of the thunder at all.

Fortunately, the Wrath of the Storm was hit by the opposite force of the Remnant Leaf Flying Sword, and its power gradually weakened.

The power of the thunder weakened as a result.

At the same time, Wang Zicheng's method of flying in the sky with the help of the Storm's Fury was also shattered.

Suffering a heavy blow, he is gradually declining.

"It's finally over!"

However, before Wang Zicheng could breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, below the black ink arena.

Like mushrooms after a rain, strips of dark green vines emerged, completely condensed by spiritual power, and the number was as many as dozens.

That's not the point.

The point of view is that at the tip of each vine, there are flower buds of different colors.

In the seemingly gorgeous buds, there seems to be surging spiritual power.

"Oops!" his pupils shrank, Wang Zicheng looked at the budding buds, and felt that the pores all over his body stood up.

A strong sense of crisis came to mind.

Because the spiritual power of the Storm Fury had lost its power under the reverse effect of Xu Mu's Remnant Leaf Flying Sword.

He had almost lost the strength to fly through the air with the help of the wind, and his body was already less than three feet above the ground.

Of course, this is also the reason why Wang Zicheng did not continue to inject spiritual power.

This storm wrath is one of his hole cards, and if he wants to maintain it, he can continue to inject spiritual power.

But he no longer wanted to bear the power of thunder formed by the friction of these two diametrically opposed forces.

Once he landed, the buds that made people feel trembling were enough to bring him devastating disasters.

Thinking about this, the fan-shaped magic weapon in his hand flickered, and he was about to make a move.

A cold shout sounded before Wang Zicheng.

"Boom!"

Boom!!!

Dozens of flower buds bloomed in unison, and the Black Ink Arena, which had just been destroyed by the Storm's Fury, was once again submerged in the energy storm.

Even through the protection of the Black Ink Arena Formation, the sound was still deafening.

With the arena as the center, the dense cracks like cobwebs spread to the periphery.

frightened the surrounding monks and retreated again and again.

Fortunately, as the two elders of black and white said, the black ink arena is very strong.

The force that seemed to tear apart everything, despite its rage, did not destroy the black ink stone forged field.

The power of madness is blocked by the formation and cannot be dispersed.

A pillar of light of destruction was formed, rising into the sky, even shattering the clouds above the heavenly dome.

Under the sloppy messy hair, Mu Yong looked at the sky-high pillar of light with a sluggish expression, and said to himself: "I'm afraid that Lao Tzu won't be able to beat Xu Mu in this life." ”

If it weren't for the barrier of the Black Ink Arena Formation, Mu Yong wouldn't have doubted that the power of this explosion would be enough to make the Law Body Realm fall.

There are many people who think the same way as him.

Originally, because Xu Mu encountered a Xuan-level spiritual root, he would definitely fall into a bitter battle, and he might even lose to Wang Zicheng's monks, but now they are stunned one by one.

Isn't the Xuan-level spiritual root known as invincible at the same level?

How did they feel that from beginning to end, it was Xu Mu who was pressing the prince into a fight.

The frenzied force on the black ink arena only disappeared after the tea kung fu.

The first thing that appeared in everyone's sight was Xu Mu's figure in the Yin Yang Dao diagram.

Although his clothes had been torn by the Wind Blade of Storm Fury, and even stained with a lot of his own blood, his compelling voice was so powerful.

What's more, his injuries have been nourished by the power of thunder, and he has recovered seventy-seven eighty-eight.

After this battle, he had almost no scars.

On the contrary, on the opposite side of Xu Mu, the prince was half-kneeling on the ground, his hands trembling and holding his huge fan that was almost as tall as a man.

A body of flesh and blood, the skin is open and the flesh is blooming, and there is no trace of the previous chic temperament.

On the top of his head, a blue fan-shaped spiritual root shrouded him.

It should be his Xuan-level spiritual root law phase, the storm fan.

If it weren't for the critical moment, he used the law to protect him, and now he is afraid that he would have been seriously injured and dying.

That power was enough to destroy any Dharma Body Realm cultivator who had broken the shackles of the three spiritual roots.

After all, it is equivalent to Xu Mu exerting the power of transferring flowers and grafting dozens of times at the same time.

Rao is Xu Mu's strong spiritual power, and the spiritual power of the immortal secret in the dantian is almost exhausted.

"You lost!" casually withdrew the Yin Yang Dao diagram guarding him, Xu Mu opened his mouth with a cold expression.

"No, I still have a trick that I haven't used!" First of all, he was bombarded by the thunderstorm, and after resisting Xu Mu's strong outburst of Flower Shifting Wood head-on, Wang Zicheng's injuries were already very serious.

If it was usual, he would probably choose to admit defeat, but he was unwilling.

It was the first time that he exposed the secret of the Xuan-level spiritual root in front of everyone, and he actually lost so quickly.

Wang Zicheng felt that he had to exert all his strength in order to let go.

As he spoke, the Storm Fan Spirit Root above Wang Zicheng's head turned into a streamer of light and melted into the fan-shaped magic weapon that he was holding in both hands.

Immediately, he supported his body that was about to fall apart and stood up tremblingly.

The meaning was self-evident, and he wanted to make another move.

"Alas!" Xu Mu can understand Wang Zicheng's unwillingness, as a Xuan-level spiritual root, he has been dormant for so long, and he is already a blockbuster, who knows that he will be unwilling to be defeated one after another.

However, since he is his opponent, he will not show mercy, and it is imperative to leave Xu Mu in the dust.

After sighing and shaking his head, Xu Mu grabbed the void in the palm of his hand, and the remnant leaves condensed on the palm of his right hand, forming a withered yellow remnant leaf knife.

"This knife is extremely powerful, once I swing it, I can't control it, you may die. ”

As he spoke, the dark blue flames wrapped around the blade of the blade.

Xu Mu didn't make the first move, but refocused his eyes on Wang Zicheng.

He has no grievances with the latter, and the Xuan-level spiritual root is extremely rare, Xu Mu really doesn't want to strangle a genius like this.

But the sword has no eyes, and in a battle at the same level, Xu Mu has never encountered anyone who can resist the attack of the Flowing Blade Fire Slash.

Even Wang Zicheng may die.

Xu Mu's words were paused word by word, and he said extremely seriously: "You have to think clearly." ”

Wang Zicheng trembled as he held the fan-shaped magic weapon, and he saw the sincerity in Xu Mu's eyes.

The courage to fight to the death, which finally rose, seemed to disappear under the latter's words.

Xu Mu's record, I am afraid that the people on the Longmen list are familiar with it.

Yu Crazy and Yin Ling all died under Xu Mu's knife, once he held the knife and he was seriously injured, I am afraid that it will really be the end of death.

After being silent for a long time, Wang Zicheng finally smiled, and the power of the law phase dissipated, with self-deprecation in his smile.

"I throw in the towel!"

Wang Zicheng's voice came down the ring, and Bai Lao announced loudly: "Xu Musheng!"

"Damn, this is a win, isn't Wang Zicheng's posture going to fight to the death? ”

"Are you stupid, don't you know that Xu Mu has a knife trick that is extremely violent, and both Yu Crazy and Yin Ling died under Xu Mu's knife. If the prince is in a state of victory, maybe he can still fight, but now that he is injured like this, he will probably die by himself in the fight. ”

"Wang Zicheng, the Xuan-level spiritual root, actually lost to Xu Mu at the same level of strength, oh my God, isn't the Xuan-level spiritual root known as invincible at the same level. ”

Bai Lao's voice spread throughout the Nangong family's arena, and the crowd below was boiling in an instant.

Xu Mu once again created a miracle and shattered the rumors that the Xuan-level spiritual root was invincible at the same level.

It's a pity that they don't know that Xu Mu is also a Xuan-level spiritual root.

"Suffer! This girl feels as if she can't beat that kid, how will she bully him in the future. Fifth Mingyue shook off her smooth green silk with a look of annoyance, wrinkled her nose and muttered in annoyance.

"Xu Mufang is just about to use the Flowing Blade Fire Slash, I didn't expect him to even know this sword technique of the Fire Cloud Demon Monk. Very good, so that you can be regarded as the inheritor of the Red Cloud Duel, I really look forward to fighting with you. Dongmen Wulian's eyes seemed to be able to see through Xu Mu's intentions, and he smiled lightly on his beautiful and not a trace of weakness.

Revealing a domineering spirit that doesn't belong to a woman.。

has the same idea as Dongmen Wulian, and Nangong Ling, who disdains Prince Chengdu, but now he rarely nodded.

"This Xu Mu is worth my shot. ”

Facing the decadent Wang Zicheng, he nodded, and Xu Mu turned around and walked out of the ring.

This is the first time he has used this method to perform grafting.

Dozens of flower buds bloom at the same time, which can kill the law and body.

But the price is also huge, in his two cyclones, the strong spiritual power that belongs to the longevity recipe is almost consumed at one time.

If you look at the power of such a large portion, it's worth it.

I have to say that the Flower Transference is the first offensive spirit technique that Xu Mu has obtained.

His mastery of this spiritual technique is probably far greater than that of the monk who created this spiritual technique in the first place.

Facts have proved that the power of any kind of spiritual art that has been practiced to such a level of perfection cannot be ignored.

Just like the Residual Leaf Technique, before he first started to perform the Residual Leaf Technique, Xu Mu could not have imagined that an ordinary Residual Leaf Technique would have so many uses.

And healing.

These three grades are not very high, but in Xu Mu's hands, the power that can be exerted is enough to compare with the high-grade spirit technique.

"Sure enough, if the Nine Characters of the Burning Sky can be practiced by me to the realm of these three spiritual arts, I am afraid that a strong person of the level of the Doujia can be killed by me head-on even if he is not injured. ”

Sighing slightly, Xu Mu had returned to the Guiyuan Sect.

He was greeted by a bear hug from his senior brother Yang Lingzi.

"Good junior brother Xu Mu, you have given us the face of the Guiyuan Sect again, hahaha, what about the Xuan-level spiritual root, it's not for my junior brother to clean it up. ”

With a light punch on Xu Mu's chest, Yang Lingzi's Dao He Sheng had no jealousy, only true joy.

He can make the disciples of the entire inner gate obey him, respect him from the bottom of his heart, and indeed have the strength to be a leader.

"That's good!" Liye nodded, he was already in the audience, and he was already enthusiastic, and he couldn't wait to play immediately.

"It's just lucky!" Duanmu Rong was still sneering.

"Congratulations!" this is the blessing of red sandalwood.

(End of chapter)