"Next!"
A powerful cry sounded.
In the fierce battles, Huang Long also rarely showed some passion. His loose robes had already fallen apart during the battle, exposing his strong upper body, dripping with sweat, but indescribably happy.
Quotations from Jumang: Refining the body and fighting are the true male immortals!
Huang Long didn't completely agree, because in the beginning, he could only train himself because of poverty. Later, he became a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun and had many spiritual treasures. His development direction was that Yun Danfeng waved his sleeves lightly, tens of millions of
Inside and outside, thousands of enemies were wiped out.
This kind of close-quarters fighting looks very passionate, but it is obviously not elegant.
And it’s dangerous.
If it weren't for the fact that this method was the most convincing to the Pangu clan, he would have used magic weapons, the Central Wuji Banner for defense, and the Kongtong Seal for the main attack, which would definitely make these guys feel what a dimensionality reduction strike is.
However, even though I say that.
But you have to say that this close combat is indeed more enjoyable.
And Huanglong has the capital.
Yinglong's body and innate foundation are no worse than those of the Pangu clan, and the subsequent three drops of essence and blood have further improved them.
This does not include the flat peaches and yellow plums eaten in West Kunlun.
Therefore, when it comes to physical combat, there are really not many people in Da Luo who can defeat Huang Long.
Using magical powers one after another, he fought head-on with the opposite demon, punched him back, and knocked him to the ground. He fell heavily like a meteorite, creating a deep pit tens of thousands of miles wide on the ground.
Then he looked closely at a group of Zhurong descendants, and there seemed to be a shadow of the great god Pangu emerging behind them.
Prince Changqin looked around and found that he was the only one left in Da Luo in Chongshan.
And Huanglong has defeated five big Luo players in a row, and it looks like he still has some energy left.
In the body of Daluo Realm, Prince Changqin was rarely convinced, but at this moment, although he had not taken action, he was already convinced. He looked at Huang Long and said: "Qingxu, Dao Xing, two thieves are not talking about Dao, but no matter how victorious this battle is,
Defeat, all the grudges between you and my Fire Lineage have been wiped out, and I, the Zhurong Lineage, also apologize to fellow Taoist Ran Deng."
The expressions of the other members of Zhu Rong's lineage were no different when they heard this. Huang Long looked convinced, he was a man.
"Okay, come on." Huang Long's eyes are menacing, like a ferocious beast.
"No, you are a man, and I won't take advantage of you. I'll just wait until you build up your strength." Prince Changqin said. Previously, he was unhappy with Huang Long and just wanted to beat him up, but now he feels that Huang Long can be a friend.
I don’t want to take advantage.
And this advantage may not necessarily be taken advantage of. It is better to lose to Huang Long who is full than to lose to Huang Long who is half disabled.
"Okay, Prince Changqin is kind and I understand it well." Huang Long didn't refuse. Even so, he could still win.
But he also guessed what Prince Changqin was thinking, so he naturally cooperated. He sat down cross-legged and absorbed the spiritual energy from all directions. The domineering poisonous fire and turbid energy from the mountains was turned into a torrent, and the momentum was domineering, but when he entered
His body felt docile, as if he had suddenly changed from a big bad wolf to a little white rabbit.
Seeing Zhu Rong's lineage secretly marveled at the turbid air of the earth, it was extremely overbearing. Except for their clan, there were very few monks in the world who could bear it. The poisonous fire in Chongshan was even more overbearing. Even the Pangu clan, except Zhu Rong's group, could bear it.
Outside of the pulse, there are very few people who can absorb it, but Huanglong's absorption efficiency is higher than them.
No wonder he pretended to be a member of the same clan in the Xiaoqian world, but Hou Yi and the others didn't notice that he looked more like a Pangu clan member than we do.
Not long after, Huang Long returned to normal, stood up again, raised his hand to the prince Changqin and said: "Please!"
Prince Changqin looked serious, waved his palm, and an antique guqin appeared in front of him. The innate sycamore wood was integrated and elegant, and there were a few red clouds on the body of the qin that looked elegant.
Huang Long secretly noticed that the Pangu clan was not good at refining weapons. This long harp was a bit ridiculously exquisite. With these floating clouds, you can imagine the forger.
However, these are things for the future. Huang Long didn't think so much and just took action.
With one punch, Qi and blood surge like a vast ocean, powerful and continuous.
The prince's Changqin did not fight hand-to-hand, but played the music. Suddenly, the sky was filled with fire, the music played, and the rhythm of heaven and earth matched.
Ordinary monks who practice enlightenment are in harmony with heaven and earth, and strive to resonate with heaven and earth.
However, when it comes to the Pangu clan, it's a different story. They don't need to understand any Tao. They are born with the Tao, and they will naturally resonate with the Tao.
It's probably the difference between a biological child and a stepmother.
However, Huang Long is not jealous, because since Nuwa became a saint, Heaven's affinity towards him has been unusually high.
Apart from the five preparatory saints, he is the tallest.
Seeing the terror of the Prince Changqin's avenue of fire, he was shocked and devoured it tyrannically, creating a world of flames in an instant.
Huang Long was not afraid, he still simply punched out a single palm, defeating all kinds of magic with one force.
He tore apart the flames with force and charged towards Prince Changqin. With one punch, the sky and the earth changed colors, and the surrounding world of flames suddenly showed signs of collapse.
Prince Changqin's expression changed, and he hurriedly played, his fingers moving like flying. The sound was not beautiful, but it was extremely powerful. The flames in all directions changed accordingly, turning into flowers, birds, fish, insects, tigers, leopards, and wolves, appearing like all the beasts of the ancient world.
The yellow dragons are rushing towards each other, and every illusion has the power of the peak of Daluo.
As the Jumang tribe grew, witchcraft began to spread among major tribes.
Among them, there are those who are willing to accept it, such as the Houtu tribe and the Xuanming tribe, and there are also those who firmly resist, such as the Lishou tribe and the Qiangliang tribe, and the Dijiang tribe, which does not refuse or welcome, and plans to modify it.
The Zhurong tribe is somewhere between the first and the second type. Zhurong calls himself an ancestral witch, but in fact, the witchcraft relies almost entirely on talent. If he is asked to teach people, he will not know it at all. It is a typical example of knowing what is happening but not knowing why.
.The only one who can truly be considered a great witch in the Zhurong tribe is Prince Changqin.
It was also through witchcraft that he became the No. 1 Luo in the Zhurong tribe.
Especially near Chongshan, the combat effectiveness he can exert is far better than usual.
Even Huanglong was trapped by these flames for a moment.
Seeing the crown prince Changqin behind him, the descendants of Zhu Rong applauded.
"The prince is still strong enough."
"That's right, let's just say that the prince was generous and gave Huanglong a chance to adjust his breath. Otherwise, the outcome would have been decided now."
"What I'm saying is that when it comes to fighting, our clan is the best. Especially with the prince's methods, we have all suffered losses."
"Hey...that's not right. This Taoist friend Huanglong's move was so wonderful. He caught the vital point at once and defeated this ferocious beast. If I had known how to do it, I might not have lost to the prince."
A descendant of Zhu Rong was about to agree, but suddenly his eyes lit up. He saw Huang Long waving his hands in mid-air. He obviously did not use the magical power of three heads and six arms, but he seemed to have countless hands. Every time he made a move, it was concise and clear, but it hit the point directly.
Although he did not get close to Prince Changqin and turn the tide of the battle, he did not fall behind.
"This skill is amazing. You can also use your body and exert your magical powers like this." Another descendant of Zhu Rong watched Huang Long doing it and also exclaimed.
"What a wonderful palm. When this palm is struck, the surrounding fire paths will be interrupted, and all magic will be broken with one force. This is a flaw that can be seen at a glance."
"Also, this body technique is really like a swimming dragon. Why can't I do it? If I could be so flexible, I might not have lost to the prince before."
"Well done! Resisted the attack of this fire lion, exchanged injuries for injuries, and shortened the distance between you and the prince. You exchanged the minimum price for the maximum reward."
"More than that, have you noticed that although he was burned by the flames, his body was strong and he did not suffer any injuries. This is the way of our body cultivation, breaking through ten guilds with one force, crushing everything with dignity. Wonderful!"
"On the great road of the flesh, kill everything. This is the way to win!"
……
The descendants of Zhu Rong looked at the fierce flames. Huanglong seemed to have turned into a weapon. Every part of his body could burst out with terrifying attacks at any time, and the rhythm of each attack was just right. This was not just a lesson in their physical body cultivation.
Open class?
Although the prince Changqin is one of their own, it is obvious that compared with something as elegant as playing the piano, close combat like Huang Long is more their favorite.
Everyone was itching to see it and couldn't help but comment. Some even started to show expressions of admiration.
This is how fights happen.
Until a descendant of Zhu Rong listened and felt something was wrong and said: "Wait a minute, it is our prince who is fighting Huang Long. Are we paying attention to the wrong thing?"
A group of enthusiastic and impatient rough guys reacted belatedly, as if they had praised the wrong person.
But this body training is really good.
The moves are wild enough, what should we do if we just like it?
"Huang Long is a great shaman of the wood lineage. Brother Jumang and brother Zhurong are indistinguishable from each other, so we, the great witches of the fire lineage, are all members of the same family." The previous shouting and killing of Huang Long was the most intense.
It was also the most intense dry cough I had just talked about when I was talking about fighting, and then I laughed and pretended to be normal.
"That's right!" The others nodded, that's the truth. After saying this, the defeat at the hands of Huang Long just now was also an internal struggle, not a loss to Kunlun.
Although I am deceiving myself, I have to say that after thinking about it, everyone became more enthusiastic about the fight.
Only Prince Changqin’s face is extremely dark. Do you all think that I am deaf and can’t hear?
Don’t you know how to convey the message? You have to say it in public and still praise Huanglong?
After this time, I will call back one by one.
"Boom"
While thinking about it, Huang Long exploded the world of fire with one punch and rushed in front of Prince Changqin. Just because it was Prince Changqin, he was given face. His fist stopped in front of the bridge of his nose, and the rest of his spiritual power naturally dispersed at the moment of the hit.
This chapter has been completed!