Chapter 919 The younger generation is not an opponent
The sword energy tornado swooped down, tearing the snow layer on the ground into pieces, like cotton exploding all over the sky, accompanied by sawdust and stones, shooting out in all directions.
And when the sword energy tornado was three feet away from Zhuo Mufeng, these snow flakes in the air were pulled by the power of the spiral and were sucked in, attached to the sword energy tornado, forming a majestic line.
The galloping snow dragon roars in the mountains and forests, shaking the wilderness!
Even the ignorant monks hundreds of meters away could feel the terror of this blow.
A burst of scarlet light surged around him, reflecting the muscles, bones, and organs in his body. Finally, the light gathered in the palm of his hand. However, the distance between the two parties was too far. Wu Zhi Monk wanted to rescue Zhuo Mufeng, but he had no time at all.
For a moment, his eyes were about to burst, and the Wu Zhi Monk's expression suddenly became rigid. This was all because Zhuo Mufeng, who was about to be swallowed by the snow dragon, instead of retreating, advanced forward and slashed forward with his sword.
He couldn't feel the strength of the sword, but he could clearly see that with Zhuo Mufeng's blow, the front end of the snow dragon that rushed towards him was dented, as if it was oppressed by an invisible force.
Immediately afterwards, the snowflakes were torn apart, spinning and splashing around, but they could not touch Zhuo Mufeng's three feet.
In front of him, there seemed to be a large spiral cutting machine. As soon as the majestic snow dragon rushed in, it was immediately smashed into pieces, like a rotating firecracker made of snowflakes.
It's just that the power is too terrifying. Everything within a few dozen meters of the surrounding area, if hit by the broken snow, will either be pierced on the spot or torn apart, leaving nothing intact.
This all happens in an instant.
next moment--
The snow dragon roared, carrying an unstoppable momentum and finally broke through Zhuo Mufeng's sword. But at the same time, a nine-color dragon also circled the tear-stained sword in Zhuo Mufeng's hand, charging forward to meet it, sucking the cold wind.
And skyrocketed.
When the two long sword energy dragons collided without any fuss, the originally chaotic snowfield seemed to be quiet for a moment.
No, it's not quiet, it's just that the previous sound waves were covered up by the explosion that suddenly broke out at this moment. The snow layer mixed with black soil actually lifted up to a height of five or six meters. The strong force continued to expand outwards, and soon covered the ground.
A radius of tens of meters.
After reaching tens of meters away, the force weakened, and the broken soil mixed with snow and mist rose up, gradually decreasing in height, until it spread to a hundred meters away.
Black soil was scattered on the ground, but the snow and fog continued to rise, forming a clear boundary between black and white, and the cold wind could not blow it away at once.
Two completely different but equally sharp qi forces faced off fiercely. During the collision, there was a hiss and the snow mist split into thousands of parts, revealing two figures again.
The ignorant monk was shocked.
Due to the excessive shock, he even forgot to take action and allowed the blood-colored light group in his palm to dissipate without realizing it. He only stared blankly at the back of a young man in a green shirt with an upright posture in front of him, and almost cursed.
Lord Buddha.
Dongfang Changsheng was also stunned. To be precise, the shock in his heart was several times stronger than that of the Wuzhi Monk.
As a result, this peerless master who had seen so much that he could not change color even if the mountain collapsed in front of him, had an undisguised look of shock on his old face. His eyes widened slightly, the muscles in his cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and his jaw
It was so tight that it seemed like it was about to break all the teeth.
If you get closer, you can even notice that Dongfang Changsheng's body is trembling, his two fists are clenched silently, veins are popping out on the back of his palms, and his knuckles are white.
Shocking, indescribable shock!
Dongfang Changsheng has always believed that his cultivation is enough to tolerate anything extraordinary in the world, but this time, he was caught off guard and was shocked by Zhuo Mufeng.
How is it possible that Zhuo Mufeng was able to catch his angry blow head-on, and in just one year, the opponent had advanced to the Hexiang Realm and became another super master?
No, if it was the Hexiang Realm, it was impossible for him to feel nothing. In other words, the opponent had not yet broken through to the Hexiang Realm. But a Star Bridge Realm warrior could compete with him head-on. Isn't this even more ridiculous?!
Creepy, jealousy, and even a trace of fear crept into his heart, making Dongfang Changsheng's old face slightly distorted. He finally realized something and shouted: "Have you mastered the Ten Thousand Transformation Demonic Art?"
In his impression, only the Wanhua Demon Art in the world could give Zhuo Mufeng such terrifying power.
Unfortunately, for unknown reasons, the traitor lurking in the Sanjiang Alliance did not tell Dongfang Changsheng about Zhuo Mufeng's possession of the Ten Thousand Transformation Demonic Power.
Otherwise, with Dongfang's victorious tactics, today's Zhuo Mufeng will probably be in trouble.
Hearing what the other party said, Zhuo Mufeng shook his head and said: "I have no destiny with the Wanhua Demonic Art."
Dongfang Changsheng raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
Zhuo Mufeng said calmly: "At this time, I don't need to lie."
Dongfang Changsheng was silent, but the expression on his face was even more wonderful.
If it wasn't the Ten Thousand Transformation Demonic Kung Fu, then what was it? He heard something from Zhuo Mufeng's meaning. He seemed to have practiced another supreme martial art that was not inferior to the Ten Thousand Transformation Demonic Kung Fu.
Just thinking of this made Dongfang Changsheng almost crazy with jealousy. He resisted the urge to take action because it was no longer necessary.
Before that, he had sensed the existence of Wu Zhi Monk. At this moment, the monk was sitting in front of Zhuo Mufeng, glaring at him. This bald donkey was famous for being brainless, but his martial arts skills were very good, and he was not inferior to him.
Own.
Dongfang Changsheng looked up to the sky and sighed. He knew very well that the failure of this operation meant that he would not be able to find another opportunity to attack Zhuo Mufeng for a long time.
With this kid's scheming attitude, it's impossible for the city to let him succeed again.
But according to the opponent's progress, Dongfang Changsheng is really afraid. He is afraid that the next time they meet, he will no longer be able to do anything to Zhuo Mufeng, or even lose to the opponent.
Thinking of the future of himself and his family, Dongfang Changsheng cast a deep shadow in his heart.
He even regretted not summoning all the super masters from the Twelve Holy Lands at all costs, otherwise he could have killed Zhuo Mufeng!
Even if you call Kuang and the others on the road at this moment, it will not have any effect. Instead, it will only expose the Wanhua Demonic Skill, and the gain outweighs the loss.
"puff!"
During the confrontation, Zhuo Mufeng, who was standing quietly, suddenly turned red, and a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth. His body shook violently for a few times, and he stopped with his sword before he could stand still.
"Master, are you okay?" Wu Zhi Monk asked in an anxious tone as he was wary of Dongfang Changsheng who was about to make a move and did not dare to look back.
Zhuo Mufeng stood on the sword with one hand, waved the other hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked directly at Dongfang Changsheng: "The great elder is really powerful, this junior is no match."
These words made Dongfang Changsheng's mouth twitch. Looking at the world, how many people in this world are qualified to fight with him? But when Zhuo Mufeng said these words, he seemed to have put himself on the same level as him.
But can Dongfang Changsheng deny it? To put it bluntly, individual super masters in the Twelve Holy Lands may not be much better than Zhuo Mufeng.
This twenty-four-year-old young man has unknowingly reached the pinnacle of the world!
The Wuzhi Monk was also secretly speechless. The leader's words sounded ordinary, but he felt a sense of boundless confidence and even domineering, which made people's hearts go up and down.
"I do underestimate you. Although you used 60 to 70% of your strength in the attack just now, you were only slightly injured, so you are quite capable." Dongfang Changsheng gathered his thoughts and smiled contemptuously.
Zhuo Mufeng was also laughing: "It's really surprising that people like the Great Elder actually use provoking methods! However, at this junior's age, it is not shameful to lose to the Great Elder. On the contrary, if word of this battle spreads, it will only
It will enhance the reputation of the younger generation.
This junior has always known himself, and it is not appropriate to fight anymore today. If the elder has nothing to do, it is better to just say goodbye."
The tear-stained sword was stuck in the snow, and Zhuo Mufeng once again exuded a sharp and high-spirited sword intent. The endless stamina made the other two realize that the injury just now did not cause much trouble to Zhuo Mufeng.
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Dongfang Changsheng's eyes boiled with murderous intent. He was really frightened by Zhuo Mufeng's performance today. He wished he could kill the opponent immediately, but he found helplessly that he couldn't do it now.
"There is a saying that God is jealous of talented people. If a tree is as beautiful as the forest, the wind will destroy it. Just take care of it!" Dongfang Changsheng withdrew his gaze with difficulty, then disappeared without a trace, and left as soon as he said it.
After the others left, Zhuo Mufeng said to the wise monk: "Master, please follow Dongfang Changsheng. This old guy is extremely cunning. I'm afraid he will counterattack."
The wise monk heard that it made sense, but he still looked in another direction. The shocking battle there was gradually coming to an end. He couldn't help but worry: "Master, there are other people coming to the Twelve Holy Lands. If I leave, what if...
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Zhuo Mufeng waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, they are chasing the butcher. I will return to the city as soon as you leave."
Seeing that Wu Zhi Monk was still hesitant, Zhuo Mufeng said calmly: "It seems that you don't really mean it when you call me the leader."
As soon as these words came out, Wu Zhi Monk's expression changed slightly. He didn't know what he thought of, and he said hurriedly: "The master's words are serious. Since the master has given such an order, I dare not disobey. I just ask the master to pay attention to safety."
Hearing no response, the ignorant monk sensed it and immediately jumped out.
In fact, at this moment, Dongfang Changsheng had already lost track of where he was going. How could the ignorant monk catch him? But he didn't think too much, thinking that Zhuo Mufeng was being too cautious, so he had to keep his head down and try his luck.
At some point, fine snowflakes began to float in the sky.
Zhuo Mufeng, who was standing there, watched Wuzhi Seng leave with a deep look. It was just a test for him. He did not expect that Wuzhi Seng would be so obedient when facing his injured self.
He really couldn't figure it out. Could it be that just because he had obtained the relics of the Wanhua Demon, the other party would obey his words and sincerely respect him as the master of the Blood Demon Flow?
It's not impossible, the Wind and Rain Protector is an example. But Wuzhi Monk is different from the two of them. This old bald donkey's martial arts is too high to tolerate Zhuo Mufeng's carelessness.
Unable to discern the loyalty of the opponent for the time being, Zhuo Mufeng simply stopped thinking about it, kept his eyes cold, and flew in the direction of another battle.
In addition to testing, he had another more important purpose in transferring the unwise monks.