Tang Cheng gently flapped his wings, and the purple and blue divine light flowed on the sword-shaped wings, and his fighting spirit rose.

That's right!

The dignified Nalanda Temple, the number one sect in the world of cultivation, does not even have anyone worthy of his full efforts. That is a huge joke.

With a cheerful smile, Tang Cheng said loudly: "What trick does the great monk have? Even if you use it, you and I will have a happy battle!"

Xuan Liang raised his thick eyebrows, and he shouted, "Okay! Look at the move!" Suddenly, he stretched out his fingers, raised his three-color aperture of the scattered flower, and pointed at Tang Cheng.

An orange-yellow lamp flower shot Tangcheng quickly. This kind of attack like a child is naturally impossible to hit Tangcheng, but Tangcheng is not ready to dodge. He wants to try what's strange about this lamp flower.

The wings slashed, slashing the lamp flower in two directions. However, the lamp flower did not go out, but instead attached to the wind and thunder wings and continued to burn.

"Good baby!" Tang Cheng praised. Fenglei Wings are also a medium-grade artifact. This is even a Tang Cheng's sacrificial practice that cannot be achieved enough, otherwise it will definitely be a high-grade artifact.

This flame was hit by the wind and thunder wings and was already surprisingly able to condense and burn on the wings, and it was even more unknown.

The true talisman element was swallowing and spitting, and a green light flashed on his wings, and a whirlwind had already wrapped the flame away from his wings. Xuan Liang was also a little surprised. Although this scattered flower sap was the first time he used to fight an enemy, he knew the usage and effect.

The three-colored strange light on the scattered flower slab is not good-looking. Each color represents a different means. The orange-yellow lamp flowers burn all things based on the seven emotions and six desires of sentient beings. They will never stop burning. Once they are contaminated, they will definitely burn like maggots attached to bones. Even if they are in the void, they will never be extinguished.

Unexpectedly, Tang Cheng's beautiful wings were not ordinary. Xuan Liang took a deep look, his fingers kept on. In an instant, hundreds of orange-yellow lamps were floating in the air, burning slowly.

Tangcheng was very cautious. This scattered flower scattered artifact must have its extraordinary features. Before understanding it, Tangcheng would never attack rashly, otherwise it would be unfair to lose without understanding it.

Xuan Liang suddenly picked out a fire snake in the scattered flower scattered and wandered around in the sky, as if it was a swimming fish. In an instant, he swallowed hundreds of lamp flowers in the sky. Then, the scattered flower scattered with light flashed, and the fire snake's body suddenly grew bigger and turned into a flaming dragon hundreds of feet long. Its scales were complete, its horns rose backward, and its long beards shook like tassels.

The flame dragon let out a soft moan, shook its head and tail and rushed towards Tangcheng. The ring was only more than 300 feet long, and the giant dragon forced Tangcheng to a dead end.

If Tang Cheng doesn't care about the outcome, he can directly withdraw from the ring and admit defeat, but Tang Cheng doesn't want to retreat. He didn't notice for a moment and encountered this predicament. However, Tang Cheng was not anxious, but his lips turned over and showed a smile. He was a fighting genius, and the more dangerous he was, the calmer he was.

In "The Eternal Thunder Sounds", the characters of thunder and lightning flow through Tang Cheng's heart one by one. Thunder is the center of yin and yang, and is responsible for the annihilation of all things.

The most yang and strong Xigang Nine Thunders are obviously not a good way to deal with flames. Perhaps the most yin and cold Donggang Nine Thunders are the nemesis of this fire dragon. However, the Thirty-Six Thunders of the Heavens require a lot of talismans and cannot be understood in a short time. However, it is not only available in Tangcheng that the Thirty-Six Thunders of the Heavens can be used. The wind and Thunder Wings are connected with Tangcheng's heart and blood, but I just didn't know how to use them before.

Thirty-six thunders in the heavens captured all the thunder laws in the world in one net, and the thunder laws on the wind and thunder wings were no exception. Tang Cheng flapped his wings, and endless thunder suddenly surged out from the wind and thunder wings, connecting them into a net.

Tang Cheng grabbed it in his hand, pinched it into a bunch, and stabbed it forward like a big gun. The lightning was like ink, extremely gloomy, and the black thunder pierced directly into the fire dragon's mouth.

The fire dragon let out a mournful cry. After the silent collapse, the fire dragon controlled by Xuanliang was quickly infected by black and finally annihilated at the same time. Only a few scattered flames fell on the stage of the Sutra, and they actually attached to the stone and burned.

The first move was so thrilling that the monks below told the audience to see their hearts shaking, and their hearts felt as if they were in their throats. Tang Cheng made a contribution with one move, and never stopped, shouting: "You can take my move too!"

With his left hand, he pinched his sword finger and endless talismans were generated. This time, Tangcheng had no intention of leaving any strength. The nine thunders of Xigang shone in the sky, and nine golden lightnings, the thickness of the water bucket, dyed the Shangjingtai golden yellow. At this moment, even the scorching sun was eclipsed.

Xuan Bing was sad in the audience. It turned out that Tang Cheng did not take any serious action in the previous battle. Looking at the moment in front of him, the panic thunder was like a god who dominated the death and led Mount Vulture.

Xuan Liang was also captured by the breath of death. He did not dare to move at all. He only shook the scattered flowers, and the three-colored strange light expanded, divided into three layers, protecting him firmly.

Yellow is outside, blue is inside, and white is inside. These three layers of protection are extremely amazing. Even the attacks of the master of the soul can withstand for a moment.

However, Tang Cheng's attack was too fierce.

The golden lightning instantly teared the sky and smashed hard on the three-colored strange lights. Nine rays of lightning were in no particular order. In a blink of an eye, the lightning burst out, and almost at the same time, the three-colored strange light as solid as a rock broke like glass.

Taking advantage of this moment, Tang Cheng flapped his wings and crossed the hundred-foot space like a stream of light. The wind whip slapped hard. Tang Cheng's move was originally intended to attack his opponent by surprise.

But Xuan Liang seemed to be ready, and his index finger was practicing to play, and a fire snake suddenly shot at Tangcheng. His wings flew. In an instant, hundreds of Tangchengs were born in the air, and rushed towards Xuanliang at the same time.

This is a scene caused by Tangcheng at the extreme speed of wind and thunder wings. It is by no means an illusion. Once the Xuanliang cannot resist it, any phantom may turn into a fatal attack.

"Amitabha!"

With a low voice, Xuanliang blew the scattered flowers and countless fire snakes shot out from all directions, making him look like a hedgehog. Tang Cheng let out a light roar, and the wind whip in his hand burst, turning into a strong wind, blowing the fire snake all in the direction.

Between this fast attack and defense, there are dangers everywhere, and any mistake will lead to the final defeat. It seems that the two of them have already made a real fire, and the monks are extremely worried, fearing that human life will appear, and it will be difficult to deal with it.

After Tangcheng blew the fire snake out, it exploded a hundred feet away, and the two of them confronted each other again. The fire snakes in the sky burst into pieces, and orange-yellow flame flowers connected to each other with fire lines, forming a huge net of flame flowers in the air, covering the entire stage of the Confucianism. This is not counting. Xuanliang waved the scattered flowers, and a blue-winged tiger suddenly jumped out and landed on the stage of the Confucianism. Where the tiger claws fell, a piece of frost suddenly formed on the bluestone stage, which actually frozen the stone platform.

This blue flame is actually a cold fire.

One tiger, two tigers, three tigers... Xuanliang seems to have to do his best in one battle, and the blue cold flames condensed with winged tiger fell on the stage of the Contemplation and Sutra without any money.

If this act of destroying the Sutra Platform was in progress, it would definitely be stopped. However, when the storm and rain came, all the monks were concentrating on their minds, fearing that they would miss a little bit of excitement, and there was still some leisure to worry about this stupid stone.

Faced with such a bad situation, Tang Cheng had no choice but to smile.

He slowly raised his feet and stomped his feet suddenly, stretching out from under his feet with thunder patterns. In a blink of an eye, there were lightning nets everywhere on the huge platform of the sutra.

The purple thunder net cannot invade the winged tiger constructed by cold flames. Tang Cheng didn't care about the flowers of flames in the sky, and seemed to have to give up like this.

Xuanliang didn't know what Tang Cheng was doing, but he was already on the string and had to fire it!

"kill!"

Xuan Liang shouted softly, and dozens of tigers roared forward. They either left, right, flying, running, high, or low, and their directions were different, which made Tang Cheng unable to touch clearly.
Chapter completed!