Mu Tantian's body is like a flowing cloud, turning into a piece of cloud-like green smoke. This is real blue smoke, and his body seems to be decomposed.
Feng Feiyun's sword only cut through the green smoke, but it did not cut through Mu Tantian. His movement skills were like a shadow and illusory, unfathomable.
Whoosh!
In the air, a cloud of green smoke condensed and condensed into Mu Tantian's body again, still seventy meters away from Feng Feiyun and in the same direction.
"The second move, it's my turn!" Mu Tantian's right arm has eighteen large acupuncture points, and there are also eighteen large acupuncture points on his left arm. There are thirty-six acupuncture points on each of his legs, body and head.
There are also seventy-two life points.
In total, one hundred and forty-four life points have been opened in the whole body, and spiritual energy surges above the acupuncture points, sometimes rushing in and sometimes rushing out.
Dongfang Mu has also condensed ninety-nine life points, and he has forty-five more than Dongfang Mu. The level of cultivation is several times different.
"boom!"
His body turned into blue clouds and flew out. A sharp palm print slowly pushed out from the blue clouds, completely wrapping Feng Feiyun under the palm print.
He used this palm with a tenth level of cultivation and showed no mercy. In other words, his ten moves were all the ten strongest. If Feng Feiyun died in his hands, he could only be blamed.
Cultivation is not crowded.
This is how the younger generation competes for supremacy. Sometimes, even if they are fighting to the death, the older generation will not take action. People who have not experienced the test of life and death cannot embark on the road to becoming strong.
Feng Feiyun stood up straight with his sword, as if facing a formidable enemy. He felt that his scalp was pained by this force, and he felt as if his head was about to be broken.
Mu Tantian indeed has the power to defeat Dongfang Mu in three moves.
Feng Feiyun held the knife in one hand and pointed a finger in the air with his other hand, summoning the energy of the vegetation all over the mountains and plains to condense into the Green Wood Technique.
The vegetation with a radius of several thousand meters can be seen with the naked eye to be withering and withering, and the trunks of some trees are even making a "crackling" sound, as if they are about to be squeezed dry.
"Boom!"
A green light with a diameter as thick as the mouth of a bowl shot out from Feng Feiyun's hand, piercing the huge green palm print. The moment the palm print shattered, Feng Feiyun carried the giant white stone
The sword went out and rushed into the green clouds.
The light of the swords connected into a shuttle. Every moment, Feng Feiyun could strike three swords. Each sword was a dragon shadow, with a power of millions of kilograms. Such a crazy attack would not be enough even for a hundred thousand divine warriors.
If he fights alone, he will be defeated.
The blue clouds and mist are rising higher and higher. Two figures sometimes fly into the sky and sometimes fall to the ground. Standing outside, you can see the shadow of a white stone sword in the blue clouds and mist, just like the shadow of a wild sword.
A huge rotating windmill.
"Wow!"
The earth shook continuously, and finally a crack opened in the ground, which was as wide as a palm and stretched thousands of meters away.
This mountain seems to be collapsing.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The last two loud noises collided, like divine thunder rolling over in the sky, causing eardrums to ache. Two figures flew out of the blue clouds and fell down in a forest on either side.
Feng Feiyun was still holding the giant white stone sword, and the white brilliance was still surging on the blade. The hairband on his head had collapsed. He stood there with disheveled hair, his eyes were red, and his fighting spirit shattered the sky.
His arm was dripping with blood, and his fingers were about to break. There were three bloody seams in his arm. The golden blood flowed out from the bloody seams, down the arm, fell to the wrist joints, and dripped to the ground.
In just seven short breaths, he had made a total of 210 cuts. Even if he cultivated the immortal phoenix body, he could not withstand this overload of attacks. Many small blood vessels were still ruptured.
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Feng Feiyun is not only practicing swordsmanship, but also condensing the blood in his body. He wants to exchange blood for the fourth time to let his physique reach the state of returning to nature.
Within seven breaths of time, he had to resist Feng Feiyun's five-level essence of 210 swords. Even with Mu Tantian's cultivation level, he could not escape completely. There was a knife mark from the side of his neck.
It was pulled up, leaving a faint trace of blood, and almost decapitated his head.
He was simply a lunatic. Mu Tantian was still frightened. In the fight just now, he felt that Feng Feiyun was too crazy. Although his cultivation level was more than one step higher than Feng Feiyun, he felt like he was being beaten by Feng Feiyun.
"Already nine moves, only the last one is left." Mu Tantian touched his fingers on the side of his neck, a green light flashed across his fingertips, and the blood stain disappeared immediately.
"The last move." Feng Feiyun's arm was still bleeding.
"This is a move with all my strength. If you can avoid dying, you will have passed the first level."
Mu Tantian admired Feng Feiyun's fierceness and felt that he deserved to be the successor of the God King, but he still had to attack with all his strength and would not show any mercy.
"Ding ding ding!"
He sacrificed the Half-Tian Tower Bell. The stone bell, which was as big as a fist, suddenly became nine meters high. The opening of the bell was seven meters in diameter. A person standing under the Half-Tian Tower Bell looked very small.
The power of the spiritual weapon was filled with energy and wrapped around the stone bell. There was an additional layer of ancient bell shadow swirling around the stone bell, which was ninety meters high. It was constantly rotating and making a soul-calling sound.
, occupying a small half of the sky.
Compared with that ancient bell phantom, humans are like ants and can be easily crushed into pieces.
This is the true power of Bantianlou Bell. When Bi Ningshuai sacrificed it, its power was not even one-tenth of what it is now.
Since it was a full blow, a spiritual weapon must be sacrificed.
Feng Feiyun knows the terror of the power of spiritual weapons better than anyone else. His feet have been shaken into the ground by the power of the Half-Tian Lou Bell, as if there is a big mountain pressing on Feng Feiyun's body, which is simply shocking to people's souls.
"Hoo, ho, ho!"
The giant white stone knife in Feng Feiyun's hand started to rotate again, faster and faster, and the shadow of the knife completely enveloped his body, forming a sword field.
Ten knives, twenty knives, thirty knives... a hundred knives!
The shadow of the knife was the shadow of a dragon. A hundred white dragon shadows wrapped around his body and kept shuttling back and forth, like a huge cocoon, completely covering his body, and like a huge spinning top spinning rapidly.
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The earth and rocks on the ground were blown away, and a thick layer of land was uncovered.
The entire ground is slowly sinking!
Ban Tian Lou Ling was suppressed. This was the power of the spiritual weapon. It was struck by a genius who was at the level of the Great Perfection of God. The fluctuations of that power covered the world.
There were more than a dozen cracks on the ground in an instant. One can imagine how powerful that force was. Even a monk in the divine Dzogchen realm would be suppressed until his body exploded and died.
The half-sky tower bell and a hundred dragon-shaped swords collided together, making the sound of a giant grinding mill. The sky is the upper grinding wheel, the earth is the lower grinding wheel, and all living things are food being grinded, and all will be turned into powder and blood.
mud.
"Bang!"
The sword field was deformed by the pressure, and a hundred dragon-shaped sword energy began to shatter. Half-day Lou Ling crushed Feng Feiyun wrapped in it, trying to suppress him into the ground.
"Dragon Emperor Sword Art, six levels of essence!"
A white heavenly sword protruded from the endless sword energy, and with one strike, it broke the 90-meter-long phantom of the ancient bell, and directly hit the body of the Bantian Tower Bell.
"Bang!"
It’s a collision of stone against stone!
The Bantian Tower Bell was dug out from the bottom of an ancient river. It is rumored that it is a sacred river-suppressing stone that has been suppressed at the bottom of the river for thousands of years.
The sages of the Mu family spent thousands of years refining the river-suppressing sacred stone into the Half-Tian Lou Bell.
The reason why it is called "Bantian Tower Bell" is because the three ancient characters "Bantian Tower" are engraved on the sacred stone of the river. They have been washed away by the river for thousands of years, and the writing has not been erased.
After the river-suppressing stone was sacrificed, although it turned into the shape of a bell, you can still vaguely see the three twisted characters "Bantian Tower" on the jade of the bell.
The origin of the White Stone Giant Sword is not quite extraordinary. It came from the Wuliang Pagoda. The mystery of the Wuliang Pagoda can be compared with the eight ancient ruins of the Shenjin Dynasty.
"Boom!"
For a long time, Lou Ling shook violently, making a sound like a bell on the top of the mountain, then flew back and fell into Mu Tantian's hands.
Mu Tantian was a little startled: "It has only been a while, but his understanding of the Dragon King's Sword Technique has actually increased by one point, reaching the realm of six points of true essence."
Green smoke was rising from the ground, some of the ground turned into mirrors, and some of the ground formed sinkholes.
Feng Feiyun's whole body was smoking, and he climbed out of a dark sinkhole. There were still two blood marks on his arms. He held the knife and said resolutely: "Ten moves!"
There is no spiritual weapon, but the spiritual weapon is blocked.
Mu Tantian couldn't accept this fact. Even some monks who were in the Dzogchen realm of the divine base could be killed with one move, but he couldn't defeat a monk who was at the peak of the divine base in ten moves. Instead, he was in adversity.
The combat power has been improved again.
"You passed the first level!" Mu Tantian paused, and said with difficulty and bitterness: "I apologize to you."
For an arrogant and talented man, saying the word "apology" is as difficult as "kneeling down".
"Don't block my way next time."
Feng Feiyun stared at him, and then hurried back. He had made a promise to Nangong Hongyan. No matter what the reason was, once he made a promise, he must keep it.
The blood was still dripping on his arm, but he couldn't care less. He just wanted to go back now.
"Whoa!"
Another figure fell in front of him, blocking his way.
"Second level!"
Mu said holding a treasure tree in his hand, standing even straighter than the tree, landing on Feng Feiyun's only path, and said plainly.
Feng Feiyun couldn't stop and kept walking forward. The knife slid on the ground and blood was rolling down.
He looked dumbly at Feng Feiyun walking over step by step, and there was an air of earth rushing up, shaped like five steep mountains, blessing Feng Feiyun behind him, as if he was carrying a mountain and river on his back, walking slowly, letting him
She felt like she wanted to retreat, but she couldn't.