"Bang!"

At the moment when Wang Long, who was bursting out of his body, raised his right foot, he saw the funeral night on the opposite side that reacted quickly, and the soul power surged with the soles of his feet, and at the same time stretched out his right leg to touch it, and the blue soul light and the red soul light suddenly collided, producing a loud bang.

The outbreak of the red battle in close quarters, the lightning sneak attack, but it did not defeat the funeral night in front of him, Wang Long's eyes gradually became a little gloomy, and he thought to himself, he still underestimated the opponent in front of him.

"There are indeed two brushes, so how about this trick!" After Wang Lung and the funeral night confronted each other for half a while, I saw Wang Lung's lips move slightly, and when he said proudly, the red soul power around him quickly burst out, "Fire sickle feet!"

On the funeral night when Wang Lung's words broke out, he and the former's calf were opposed, and he instantly felt a sharp burning pain in his right foot.

I saw that the "fire sickle" of the king dragon had a blazing temperature, and the red soul power that was originally only with high thermal energy had been concretized by the elements at this time, and it had turned into a substantial flame wrapped around its legs and feet.

At the same time, everyone who saw the scene of the struggle between the two sides was also taken aback, "Fire sickle!" This is the signature soul technique of the Heaven Dou Sect, and it was so skillfully mastered by Wang Long.

Soul skills, few people in the continent classify them as three, six, nine, and so on, but in the eyes of the Ming people, it can be seen that the power of the fire sickle is enough to kill the ordinary soul skills performed by the mass soul people in an instant.

The gradually intensifying burning sensation made the funeral night can't help but look nervous, and after he took a breath, he immediately burst out of his water attribute soul power, only to see the blue light bloom, and at the same time, the water attribute soul power also produced elemental materialization in the space, and a faint blue light mist opened up, trying to reduce the energy temperature of Wang Long's right foot fire sickle.

However, the experienced Wang Lung seemed to have already seen through the idea of the burial night, and the violent soul power on his right foot surged again, but unlike before, the soul power released by Wang Lung this time completely had the characteristics of elemental concretization!

"That little ghost is doomed, I didn't expect Brother Long to use the 'Fire Scythe Second Stage', this is not something that ordinary soul transformers can block, if you use this trick in the same realm, it will be obvious that there is an opponent, it seems that the winner has been divided. Looking at the scorching Wang Long, a faint soul spot released by the fire attribute soul power appeared on its skin, and a passer-by in the middle of the psychic realm who was watching the battle sighed.

And looking at the funeral night that had been blown by the heat at this time, the guests also shook their heads and sighed when they saw this, "Wang Lung is also too bullying, the other party is just a little ghost in the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, how can he be so serious about ruining the scenery in the morning." ”

At this time, on the third floor of the cultivation pavilion, I saw a red-lipped woman holding the railing with her left hand, supporting her chin with her right hand, looking down, looking down with great interest, looking at the funeral night that was defeated by Wang Long. Liu Mei frowned slightly, but before he could make a sound, he stretched again and muttered with interest, "It's coming." ”

Raising his face, the funeral night no longer had the calmness of fighting with Wang Lung for the first time at this time, and thought in his heart, "This guy is not simple!" Funeral Night originally wanted to collide with the soul power attribute of water to overcome fire, so as to temporarily offset Wang Lung's increasing fire attribute soul power offensive, but to his surprise, the other party seemed to understand his thoughts, and had already increased the soul power output, completely incinerating his water attribute soul power in advance with lightning speed.

After all, there is a gap between the cultivation of the two realms, and the capacity of soul power at the strength level is obvious. The night of the funeral was in the hot wind, which made his whole body feel dry.

"Break it for me!" His lips squirmed, his heart froze, and he thought that he had to deal with the opponent in front of him with all his might, this guy's strength was much stronger than Lin Hantian's, and the left foot that supported the ground burst out without sounding and even made the ground on the second floor of the cultivation pavilion have some shocking power, in the eyes of everyone at the scene, the right foot of the funeral night scattered dazzling light, and the fierce strength danced instantly.

"Boom!"

The scene of the explosion made both Wang Lung's party and the passers-by in the Lin Mansion Cultivation Pavilion stunned, and the power that erupted just now on the night of the funeral actually shook Wang Lung's fire sickle feet.

"Boy, you've broken my grip. At first, he was slightly stunned, and then his eyes became vicious, and Wang Lung said ruthlessly to the funeral night that had retreated half a mile.

"Oh?" Seeing this, the woman on the third floor of the cultivation pavilion showed a cold smile on the corner of her mouth, "Sure enough, there are two brushes, and just by seizing the soul power vortex of one opportunity, you can defuse Wang Long's attack by relying on the qi pressure released by the soul power alone." ”

After that, he straightened up, shook her green hair, and said with a playful smile, "It's worthy of being a little ghost who can defeat the cold sky." ”

On the second floor of the cultivation pavilion, the funeral night after the body retreated a hundred meters did not pay attention to the eyes of others, at this time, the venerable elder had not yet woken up, and he now had to seriously face the fire attribute soul power in front of him, and the flame-covered Wang Long.

From time to time, the hot waves of qi rolled in, and his body twitched slightly, but his mind was unusually clear. After deep reflection last night, the words of the elder echoed in his ears from time to time.

"If even this king dragon can't be defeated, how can I step on the road ahead!"

The mind of the burial night was no longer in a trance by the fire attribute soul power released by Wang Lung, and he had already taken the impetuous heart just now in his heart, and began to seriously examine the duel with Wang Lung.

The sunlight on the floor couldn't help but shine down, and the morning light on the side of the window sill on the second floor hit the surface of the cultivation pavilion.

Under the muttering of the burial night, he had already burst out in arrowheads, rushing towards Wang Long with lightning steps.

"So fast!"

Feeling the figure of the funeral night flashing like the wind, Wang Lung's eyes swayed left and right to try to capture the trajectory of the funeral night, but in just a few seconds, the distance between the funeral night and himself was only a dozen meters.

"Flame Scythe!"

Capturing the figure of the Burial Night, Wang Lung drank lightly in his heart, and in the midst of the flames, he raised his right hand, and his soul power turned into a sharp fire blade, wrapped around his hand, and stabbed towards the Funeral Night.

However, the vain surge of momentum did not have any effect on the whereabouts of the Burial Night, the Funeral Night did not dodge in front of the Flame Scythe that was close at hand, he had already prepared, and everyone also found at this time that the Funeral Night was rushing to attack Wang Long at the same time, and under the flip of his left hand, the dazzling blue soul light had already gathered in his hand!

"Water burst bombs. ”

Funeral Night let out a loud cry in his heart, facing the soul power of the flame red light, Funeral Night exhausted his strength, and his right hand only had to hold the shoulder of his left hand, and the blazing energy instantly made an incomparably surging loud sound.

"Boom!"

The red and blue soul light dominated each other, and finally canceled out after a short half-sound, but the energy energy left behind by it did not dissipate for a long time.

Wang Long and his party, who had previously made fun of the early stage of the Burial Night Transformation Spirit Realm, couldn't help but spit back and forth in their throats at this moment, and they looked at the Burial Night with stunned faces, the strength and strength exuded by the latter was not inferior to Wang Long.

You must know that Wang Lung is in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and he once fought with the souls in the early stage of the Spirit Manifestation Realm, and he was defeated after several rounds.

And this burial night is just a soul in the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and the strength of his soul power can be compared to Wang Long!

"This guy, is it a monster?" Seeing the resolute burial night with a side face and a resolute look, a doorman couldn't help but murmur, Wang Lung's strength is obvious to all of them, otherwise everyone would not have no reason to be beaten by it, however, the young man in front of him in a red robe with blazing eyes broke his common sense.

"Don't make a move, this guy is my prey. Seeing that his younger brother had already moved forward slightly, wanting to solve the funeral night with him, Wang Lung instigated his arm wrapped around the red soul power, and motioned to the former not to hinder his battle, "This guy, deal with him... I'm enough for one person. ”

With that, Wang Lung licked his mouth, and at the same time, his eyes retracted his previous pride, and his eyes came to the funeral night with a chill in his eyes from an equal perspective. He no longer regarded Funeral Night as an ordinary early stage imp in the Spirit Transformation Realm, but regarded him as a fierce opponent of equal strength.

"This guy is starting to get serious too!" Sensing the howling of the blazing wind in front of him and the sudden change in his expression, he was ready for battle at the first time.

"Fire Slash!"

Under the violent effect of Wang Long's violent power, the fierce and explosive soul power came to the funeral night, and the latter was greeted by the strength of the flame knife mountain, and even the spatial elements on the second floor of the cultivation pavilion had already been overwhelmingly boiling.

"Tidal Palm!"

And it seems that the change that has been expected for a long time, the pupils of the burial night shrank sharply, and the soul power of the water attribute had begun to condense at the first time when Wang Lung rushed to attack, and the water vapor that boiled into the ocean was also concretized in his body, and the tidal palm suddenly tilted out like a shark entering the sea, and rushed straight into the oncoming Wang Long's fire slash.

"Poof!"

The huge energy had completely caused the vibration of all the people in the cultivation pavilion at this time, and when the disciples on the first floor were still cultivating calmly, they all felt the vibrations of the layers and the energy that burst out, and at the same time, it also made the original old building of the cultivation pavilion in the field, and the sawdust and stone raised billowing flying debris.

Beside that Wang Lung, the person who shouted the most fiercely at the beginning of the Funeral Night, his face was already paralyzed in horror at this time, and when he responded to Wang Lung's attack in his heart to the Funeral Night, the energy fog generated by the two had not completely dispersed.

In the air, it was dry and scorching differently from before, and the entire cultivation pavilion was already filled with a thick hot mist, and the fiery water molecules had unconsciously retracted them from their distraction in the inhalation of everyone, only then did they realize that the reality of the battle just now was not illusory.

In the futile explosion of smoke, Wang Lung slowly stood up, his critical teeth already bleeding bright red blood, and he felt the smell of blood in his throat in disbelief.

"How could I be..."

"My Fire Slash actually lost to a little imp in the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm!"

"This..."

The indescribable feeling in his heart fluctuated in his entire mind, he rarely lost, and he had the strength to fight in the face of the soul in the early stage of the Manifestation Realm, and this time... In its confrontation, it was brutally beaten to a draw.

At this moment, in the thick fog!

Wang Lung's hands trembled slightly, his flickering eyes staring at his skin burned by the heat, and the horror in his heart made him unable to believe the truth in front of him...