2239. Chapter 2239 The battle against Songhe, Miaofeng 4
"Wood Emperor Armor!"
The purest Wood Emperor Qi condensed on the surface of her body to form a hard armor that could block all spiritual energy attacks.
This is the most powerful secret technique of the ancient Qing Emperor who is in charge of Mu Yuan, Qing Emperor Mu Ling Gong. In four months, it has brought Ling Luo to the Mahayana realm.
I have been dormant for four months just for this battle.
The sound-killing attack of the Lion King's Tiangang Roar was accurately isolated by the absolute defense condensed by the Qingdi Wood Spiritual Art, and it was not even leaked in!
"Hahaha!"
Ling Luo looked up to the sky and smiled, feeling extremely happy in his heart. He was dressed in red and looked like a burning flame, "Old man Songhe, don't you want my life? Let me see what you are going to do to kill me!"
Elder Songhe was shocked and looked at the solid fortress in front of him that enveloped Ling Luo in disbelief. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
In desperation and chaos, he actually waved the Qiankun Dimensional Mirror in his hand and blasted it hard towards Ling Luo's extremely strong Wood Emperor Zhenqi fortress.
"哐", "哐", "哐"
After three full-force bombardments, the oval-shaped Wooden Emperor's True Shield was completely motionless.
The smile on Ling Luo's face grew stronger and stronger.
"It's almost time to play with you, old man, please keep your two arms!"
As he spoke, Ling Luosu raised his hand lightly, and the Wood Emperor's true energy was like a magnificent mountain and river, stretching for thousands of miles and flowing wildly.
The dark blue Muhuang Zhenqi penetrated the Muhuang Zhenshi and instantly cut into Elder Songhe's arm.
He didn't even have time to dodge, and his two arms quickly turned into wood at a speed visible to the naked eye. The skin turned into blue bark, and the flesh and blood solidified into fibers.
"No--"
Elder Songhe's eyes flashed with fear, and he waved his hands desperately, but the wood transformation showed no sign of stopping.
"My arms! My arms! Ahhh!"
Under a burst of earth-shattering screams, Elder Songhe's arms transformed into multiple twisting and twisting vines with everlasting green leaves.
The vines twisted so much that in the end, they exploded.
Of course, those exploding vines were originally the flesh and blood of Elder Songhe. His arms were completely destroyed, and blood splashed out like two fountains.
"Ling Luo won? Am I blind?"
"Oh my God! She actually defeated Elder Songhe and took off two of Elder Songhe's arms!"
"What kind of magic is that? Mu Yuanzhu repairs and defends, but he also has such an amazing attack method. Why have I never seen it before?!"
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The entire Immortal Hall, with more than two million disciples watching the competition, instantly became excited.
No one cared how miserable Elder Songhe's defeat was, they only saw Ling Luo's supreme strength.
Respect the strong!
Who is Elder Songhe?
He is just an ordinary elder. He has practiced for thousands of years and is just like that. He has stopped here.
But this Miss Ling is different. Four months ago, she suddenly emerged and defeated Jingrong, who was known as the best of her generation in Yugongque. Four months later, she actually defeated the head of the eight elders!
This unusual growth rate is almost demonic!
The most exciting thing about the Immortals Conference is that the true disciples defeated the elders in the competition!
In every competition, similar events will appear, and every time they appear, a new star of tomorrow will be created!
The great revenge has been avenged.
Ling Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a slight smile on his lips, and lightly glanced at Elder Songhe who had fallen unconscious in a pool of blood on the arena.