Chapter 249 The encounter between the Sword Saint and the Prophet
Chapter 249 The Confrontation between the Sword Master and the Prophet
The silver moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight shines faintly on the earth, covering it with a layer of silver gauze, making it extremely mysterious...
A black shadow streaked through the void, falling quickly towards the huge, brightly lit palace...
The black shadow swaggered down, looking directly at the closely patrolling orc guards as it shuttled through the huge palaces...
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Deep in the orc palace, a simple earthen house stands abruptly...
In this palace full of luxurious palaces, such a simple and almost shabby earthen house suddenly appeared. It was like an ugly duck standing proudly among a group of swans. It was very eye-catching...
Although the Tsuchiya is ugly, the sergeants and palace maids who occasionally passed by it involuntarily lowered their steps when passing by, and their gentle laughter also stopped consciously, and respectfully faced the Tsuchiya.
After bowing, he quickly retreated...
The furnishings in the simple earthen house are also very simple. Apart from some common furniture, there is only a stone bed standing in the corner...
On the stone bed, an old man in gray robes sat cross-legged. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the mysterious elder monk...
The closed eyes opened slightly, and the elder monk said with a faint smile: "The visitor is a guest, why should friends hide? There is nothing attractive here..."
There was obviously only one elder monk in the room, but he still said the words...
In the earthen house, as the elder monk's voice fell, he gradually fell into silence...
A ray of silver moonlight shot in through the gap in the window, shining on a chair in front of the table...
A faint black-robed figure appeared on the chair, but in the blink of an eye, the illusion turned into reality. A figure suddenly appeared in the empty room...
"The elder monk's strength is really extraordinary. He can actually detect the boy's whereabouts..." The black robe fluttered slightly, and a chuckle came out.
"You are the young man in black robes during the day, right? The newly promoted Supreme Master tonight must be you too!" The elder bhikkhu glanced at the black robed body and laughed harmoniously.
"The elder monk is really wise..." Liu Feng smiled slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said softly: "Liu Feng came to disturb the elder in the middle of the night because he wanted to ask the elder to clear up his doubts..."
"Haha. Liu Feng...Mr. Liu Feng, at such an age you have been promoted to the Supreme. It is not an exaggeration to call you the most talented person in the mainland in the past thousand years. Why do you need a monk to answer..." The elder monk blinked.
Some of them laughed when they didn't answer the question.
"Elder, you are too modest..." Liu Feng lowered his head and smiled softly, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and purple light flashed past. His toes suddenly kicked off the ground, and an afterimage was faintly left on the chair.
Above, the moonlight quietly penetrated through it... The figure had already appeared behind the elder monk's back. A purple edge struck hard at his neck...
The old brow raised slightly, the elder monk flicked his withered fingers, and a ray of silver lightning shot out. The middle one hit the purple light, and it flew out...
Liu Feng's figure whirled slightly, and he fell to the ground. He shook his numb fingers and said with a chuckle: "They are indeed very similar... You should know chain lightning and clairvoyance, right?"
Hearing this, the elder bhikkhu's calm face finally showed a bit of surprise: "How did Mr. Liu Feng know that? Since the bhikkhu received the prophet's inheritance, he has only fought with people a handful of times, and even if he did, he rarely used it.
How do you know the skill?"
"Sure enough..." Liu Feng took a gentle breath, with some doubts and surprises in his heart... Where did he get these skills?
When doubts arose in his heart, there was also a feverish fighting spirit, and a faint purple energy enveloped his hands. Liu Feng smiled and said: "Elder, please let Liu Feng try your hand."
Several skills..."
The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly and was silent for a moment. He said softly: "Mr. Liu Feng should tell me how he learned about the skills I know. Otherwise, tonight, the monk will keep Mr. Liu Feng..."
"Hey, whether you can keep it or not, it depends on the elder's ability..." Liu Feng chuckled, swayed slightly, and disappeared from the place again, ten sharp purple cold arrows shot out from his fingers.
came out and stabbed the bhikkhu's body to various vital points...
Staring at the ten cold purple lights, the elder monk's withered palms formed several strange knots in front of his body, and his lips wriggled slightly...
Just when ten rays of purple light were about to pierce the elder monk's body, a burst of green light suddenly appeared in the void. Accompanied by the violent clash of energy, two huge black wolves emerged ferociously, and then disappeared.
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"Ghost wolf?" Liu Feng chuckled and moved again, but this time the target was not the elder monk who was sitting still, but somewhere in the void...
"Tsk..." A purple light flashed in the void and disappeared. When it appeared again, it had brought out a lifeless wolf corpse. As soon as the wolf corpse appeared, it turned into white smoke and quickly dissipated...
The body leaped again, the purple light drew a mysterious arc in the void, and crisscrossed out, completely blocking somewhere in the air. A purple light shot through again, and the wolf corpse reappeared...
The two holy-level ghost wolves were all killed in a few rounds by Liu Feng...
"Elder, please have some snacks. It seems that the ghost wolf is still in its first form..." Liu Feng closed his sleeves, stared at the silent elder monk, and said calmly.
"That's it...then let the bhikkhu test Mr. Liu Feng's strength..." The bhikkhu lowered his head lightly and whispered.
"Summon: Shadow Wolf!" The monk quickly formed a strange seal with his hands and shouted softly.
The void rippled, and two giant cyan wolves appeared out of thin air. Their huge bodies were significantly larger than the ghost wolves just now. Circles of cyan energy flashed on the bodies, like water waves spreading... The shimmering forest
The sharp white fangs dripped with fishy saliva, and the green eyes were fixed on Liu Feng's body. The four sharp claw tips were deeply scratched into the floor. Purple and dark colors loomed above the claw tips.
The fragrance is lingering, and it is obviously stained with traces of huge poison...
"Supreme Primary... It is indeed worthy of being the prophet's main combat skill..." Looking at the ferocious appearance of the two wolves, Liu Feng praised with a smile. He swayed slightly and summoned two identical black wolves in the astonished sight of the elder monk.
Robe mirror image...
"Mirror image? No, it's actually a mirror image with attack power. Mr. Liu Feng, it's really extraordinary..." Sure enough, Jiang was still hot. After a moment of surprise, the bhikkhu recognized the two indifferent figures in front of him.
Other mirror images are different.
Liu Feng's palms trembled slightly, and three simple "locking dragon" scabbards flashed out. The cold purple light was like a poisonous snake spitting a message...
"Come on..." Whispering softly, Liu Feng took the lead in moving, bypassing the two shadow wolves blocking the road with ghostly speed, and pointed directly at the head of the elder monk...
Being bypassed by Liu Feng, the two giant wolves let out a roar, turned around and wanted to pursue them, but were tightly held back by the two mirror images following behind them, and a fierce life-and-death battle began...
Feeling the biting cold, the bhikkhu raised his eyes slightly, turned his withered palm gently, and a huge staff made of white bones appeared. On the top of the staff, there was a sharp white jade bone spur...
"Ding..." "Long Lock" collided fiercely with the Bone Staff, causing bursts of sparks...
The attack was blocked, Liu Feng's expression remained unchanged, his body swayed, and at a ghostly speed, the purple light drew a dazzling arc in the room, stabbing at various vital points on the monk's body...
Although Liu Feng was as fast as a ghost, the bhikkhu did not show any panic because of this. While the bone staff was moving neither fast nor slow, he was always one step ahead to intercept the cold purple light, preventing it from entering.
inch……
While defending, the sharp bone spurs still had the energy to attack Liu Feng, slightly blocking his ghostly speed for a moment...
The two mirror images and the shadow wolf are both at the supreme level, and have the control of the main body. The killer channels of each other are still temporarily retained. Therefore, although the battle between the two people and the two wolves seems fierce, it is not
Before making a slash, always leave some energy to spare...
In the simple earth hut, sword energy was everywhere, wolves were howling and lightning was flying, and it seemed to be extremely chaotic. However, although the battle was fierce inside the house, there was no movement outside the earth hut, not even a slight collision.
No sound was heard...and even the guards patrolling by did not feel anything amiss...
The four people and two wolves in the room have begun to leave the warm-up and are gradually approaching the main competition...
The gorgeous confrontation between the sword master and the prophet, in this different world, is shockingly opening in another more exciting and passionate way...
Wind step, mirror image clone, fatal blow...
Perspective, chain lightning, shadow wolf...
In the collision of various gorgeous skills, who can rule the roost? Is it the rampant mirror image, or the ferocious wolf nature?