The strength of the wind was so great that a few monks with low cultivation even faltered under the blowing hurricane.

When the countless monks in the crowd opened their eyes from the hurricane, a behemoth had already appeared on the black ink arena.

"Oh my God, is this a tornado? Xu Mu is going to die this time. ”

"It's not an ordinary tornado, it's more like a wild beast. I could feel the terrifying power within. ”

"Is the Nangong family's arena formation reliable or not, what if this thing accidentally injures us?"

The faces of many monks turned pale, and even though the Black Ink Arena was blocked by a formation, they still felt their hearts beat faster.

It's terrifying, and if it weren't for the protection of the Black Ink Arena, watching this kind of battle so closely would undoubtedly affect the fish pond.

"Grandma, a bear, what is that?" If Mu Yong hadn't been present with his master, he would have jumped up.

The face full of stubble looked at the tornado formed in the arena with a little sluggishness.

The bottom of the tornado is wider than ten zhang, and from the bottom to the top, the diameter is getting wider and wider, and it is in the shape of a bucket leakage, and it continues to the sky.

A tornado in the mortal world can already roll up houses, cattle and sheep.

And what about this tornado made of spiritual power? How powerful could it be?

Mu Yong had no doubt that even if he was a Dharma Body Realm cultivator, now that he was in the middle of that storm, he would be torn to pieces by that violent whirlwind.

"Is this the power of the Xuan-level spiritual root?" Fifth Mingyue rarely did not shout, like a clear water of beautiful eyes, solemnly looking at the hurricane that almost swallowed the entire Black Ink Arena.

The stars twinkled in her eyes, as if she could see the infinite power contained in the storm.

"As soon as we just got into a fight, you're going to fight with me! People who don't know will still think that we have an enmity. ”

I'm afraid that only Xu Mu, who is in it, can truly feel the power of this storm rage.

Even on the periphery of this tornado, Xu Mu already had a feeling of unsteadiness on his feet.

His body, pulled by the force of the tornado, was constantly pulled towards the center of the storm.

Dressed in clothes and black hair, long since lost their neatness, they swayed wildly in the direction of the tornado.

The storm stood in the center of the Black Ink Arena, encompassing almost the entire arena, leaving only a corner on the edge where Xu Mu stood.

Become unavoidable.

And the prince himself had already jumped into it at the moment when the fury of the storm appeared.

Now he stood in the middle of a tornado like a wind god.

The swirling wind pressure held his body high in the air.

In this way, he actually achieved a purpose similar to that of the Dharma Body Realm flying in the sky.

The void stood in the midst of a tornado, and Wang Zicheng was not affected by the storm's wrath at all.

Looking at Xu Mu below, he smiled proudly.

"This is the battlefield I dominate!"

That's why he was still indifferent after hearing that his opponent was Xu Mu.

He has the ability to be confident.

The fall of Wang Zicheng's voice heralded the official outbreak of the storm fury's offensive.

A hurricane like an ancient beast swept towards Xu Mu.

Xu Mu knew that if he didn't act, I was afraid that this battle would really end in this short period of time.

Immediately, the spiritual power in the meridians surged, and he completely let go of his suppressed momentum, and then raised his head and let out a roar: "Condensation !!"

The number of remnant leaves around his body was already not low, but now he was several times long.

One after another, countless withered yellow leaves are formed in an endless stream on the black ink field.

It reached the level of raindrops, and from a distance it was not much less powerful than the fury of the storm.

But that's just the beginning.

When the number of remnant leaves reached the saturated state that Xu Mu could condense now, the Colorful Spirit Tree broke the power of the three shackles and blessed it.

The residual leaf, which was originally only the size of a baby's palm, has skyrocketed several times in size, comparable to the size of an adult's palm.

Even the color has changed, from a lifeless withered yellow to a delicate emerald green.

Now, instead of calling it a remnant leaf, it is better to say that this is a remnant leaf flying sword that fills the entire sky.

Every remnant leaf is as sharp as a flying sword.

As Xu Mu's mind moved, the remnants of the leaves began to spin wildly under the horrified gaze of countless people in the audience.

A vortex in the shape of a tornado was also formed.

Quite different from Storm Fury, this is a tornado condensed from the Flying Sword of Remnant Leaves.

"Come on!" Wang Zicheng, who was suspended in the air in the center of the storm's wrath, did not show the slightest fear, and even put on an excited expression.

Sure enough, Xu Mu really didn't let himself down, he was an opponent worthy of letting him do his best.

Needless to say, Xu Mu stomped under his feet, not only giving up on the resistance to the power of the storm's wrath.

He even did the opposite, taking the dense raindrops of residual leaves, and pounced headlong on the storm fury.

Two seemingly identical, but completely different wind attribute tornadoes and wood attribute tornadoes represented by residual leaves, collided violently.

Twitter!!

It was a screeching sound that words couldn't describe, it seemed to be the wind of the storm's fury, or the sound of the Broken Leaf Flying Sword trembling.

The sound that almost punctured the eardrum tormented everyone's ears.

But they don't care about the torture anymore, because they're more concerned about what happens next.

Some will ask, what happens when a tornado meets a tornado!

The monks present knew that there would be two situations, one was assimilation, Wang Zicheng's storm wrath merged with Xu Mu's remnant leaf flying sword tornado to form a more powerful tornado, which was the superposition and sublimation of power.

Once this happens, it will be difficult for the two of them, who are the leaders, to control that level of power.

The only outcome is a lose-lose situation.

These monks didn't care if the two were losing both.

They only cared if the Nangong Family's Black Ink Arena was really as rumored to be, able to resist the battle of the Law Body Realm.

The two perverts in front of them, although they did not break through the Law Body Realm, their real combat power was already equivalent to the real Law Body Realm.

Once the protection of the Black Ink Arena is lost, there is one person who can resist this level of collision.

In particular, some monks who were not highly cultivated couldn't help but tremble their legs when they thought of that kind of result.

Fear of being completely torn to pieces by a tornado.

Some monks even thought of leaving.

The black and white elders of the Nangong family could see what everyone thought.

Before those timid monks had not chosen to run away.

One black and one pack of two old men, speaking at the same time.

"Fellow Daoists, don't panic, this level of battle, the Black Ink Arena is completely able to resist. ”

"In the name of the Nangong family, I guarantee that the Black Ink Arena is absolutely safe. ”

Thundered!

Obviously, the comfort of the two elders in black and white was superfluous.

The battle on the field did not arise in the first case, but in the second.

The two tornadoes rotated in opposite directions, did not merge, and collided head-on with mutually repellent forces.

The two forces do not give in to each other, like two giant beasts wrestling, stalemate in the black ink arena.

Arcs of lightning formed at the point where the two tornadoes collided.

It was not the thunder of heaven and earth, but the destructive force that naturally formed after the convergence of two diametrically opposed forces.

It is not under the control of either Xu Mu and Wang Zicheng.

It will naturally attack the two living creatures closest to the thunder, Xu Mu and Wang Zicheng.

The thunder was like a silver dragon, ignoring the wind of the storm fury and the barrier of the remnant leaf flying sword, and slashed directly at the flesh of Xu Mu and Wang Zicheng.

Both of them trembled at the same time.

Xu Mu is okay, he even survived the Shelei Tribulation at the beginning, this kind of thunder is nothing.

After resisting a thunderbolt with his strong body, except for a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, he was slightly injured.

It does not affect the battle in the slightest.

But the prince is different, he didn't refine his body, and this thunder fell, directly shaking him to spit blood.

"If this power is not well controlled, both of them will die. Yang Lingzi secretly thought anxiously.

For Thunder, he was not the only one who thought so, all the monks in the Eastern Realm, and even the Cangrui Domain, had an attitude of avoiding him like a snake and scorpion.

Whether it was the Law Body Realm Thunder Tribulation, or the Snatching Thunder Tribulation, or any kind of Heavenly Tribulation, as long as it was the thunder formed by the law, they all had an attitude of awe.

I don't know how many cultivators who have successfully broken through to the Dharma Body Realm have been wiped out because they can't withstand the Dharmakaya Realm Thunder Tribulation.

The two people in front of them actually accidentally collided and caused the power of thunder.

"Why is this happening!" Li's brows were already furrowed deeply, and he didn't expect that the battle between Xu Mu and Wang Zicheng would trigger such an incident.

Rosewood tried its best to maintain the calm on the surface, and a pair of pink fists were all quietly pulled up.

Duanmu Rong looked very interested, holding the same attitude as many monks, watching the fire from the other side.

Unexpectedly, Xu Mu's next move added a stronger dangerous color to the already dangerous and unpredictable battle situation.

The whirlwind of the Remnant Leaf Spirit Sword, which was originally unable to hold on to the Storm's Fury in the opposite direction, suddenly froze.

Just when the monks looked dazed, thinking that Xu Mu was going to give up on the act of confronting the storm fury.

He actually turned the remnant leaf spirit sword that was spinning against the wind into a tailwind.

Follow the risk of the Storm's Fury, and fuse the Whirlwind of the Remnant Leaf Flying Sword with the Storm's Fury perfectly.

During the fusion, Xu Mu naturally had to pass through the destructive wind wall of Storm Fury.

Every wisp of wind turned into a wind blade, raging wildly on Xu Mu's body.

In just an instant, his quasi-Dacheng body was covered in dense scars.

Sure enough, it was worthy of the full force of the Xuan-level spiritual root.

Even he couldn't hold back a few breaths under the wrath of this storm, and he would be cut to pieces by the invisible wind knife.

"Is he crazy!" Wang Zicheng didn't understand Xu Mu's actions at all, and he was relieved when Xu Mu gave up his hard work with him.

The latter actually took the initiative to send the door to withstand the attack of the storm fury.

What answered Wang Zicheng was that Xu Mu raised his bloodstained face, and grinned at the former, who was flying upwards with the help of the wind.

"Drink!" Xu Mu roared, and a powerful wave centered on his physical body spread towards the Remnant Leaf Flying Sword that had merged into the Storm Fury.

Then, another unbelievable scene happened, he actually controlled the Remnant Leaf Flying Sword that had been integrated into the tornado, and once again rotated in a reversed direction.

Thundered!!!

The Flying Sword of the Remnant Leaf and the Wind Blade in the Fury of the Storm rubbed against each other, and the two different spiritual powers intertwined, and the vanished thunder reappeared.

This time, the power of the thunder is more dense and more violent.

Whether it was Xu Mu or Wang Zicheng, in an instant, they were drowned in thunder.

"This madman!"

If Wang Zicheng didn't know what Xu Mu wanted to do now, he wouldn't be worthy of becoming the possessor of a Xuan-level spiritual root.

There was a roar, but Wang Zicheng's voice couldn't make the slightest splash in the thunderous roar that shook the Black Ink Arena.

(End of chapter)