Nangong Wushen's pupils shrank violently and looked at Jiang Muyang in disbelief.
He is clearly only in the middle stage of innate talent, so how can he fly? Why can he fly!?
In the distance, Jiang Taixu, Dao Lingtian, Mo Lingfeng and others were also stunned.
Fly in the air!
This is a method that many warriors dream of!
However, only powerful monks who have reached the entry level and are known as "land gods" can truly fly in the air.
Upon entry, everyone becomes an ant.
This sentence is not just talk.
The word "enter" contains a certain profound meaning.
Only those who have reached this level can truly enter it!
Enter the hall of the powerful in the martial arts world!
Not to mention the various incredible methods mastered by those who have entered the country, just standing in the void and walking in the air are beyond the reach of countless people.
What are those who can ascend to heaven and enter the earth if not gods?
To gods, what are mortals other than ants?
Many warriors know that strong people can fly, but unfortunately, there are only a few people who can reach this level throughout the ages. It is not an exaggeration to describe them as rare.
Not to mention ordinary warriors, even many martial arts prodigies and peerless evildoers would find it difficult to do this.
Countless talented and beautiful people have stopped at their innate peak, unable to go any further, and finally died with hatred.
But now, Jiang Muyang, who is only in his twenties, is actually flying!
Could it be that he has reached the realm of immortals on land!?
Many people have already made such speculations in their minds.
"No!" Dao Lingtian frowned, stared at Jiang Muyang, and said slowly: "Jiang Xiaoyou is not a land god, he uses martial arts to achieve flying!"
Jiang Taixu nodded and said: "Yes, this is flying martial arts! I have seen records in some ancient books, but there were only a few words and no detailed explanation, so I didn't take it to heart. Now it seems
, flying martial arts is real, and it is feasible to use it to achieve flying!"
"Flying martial arts!" Mo Lingfeng's eyes were full of horror, "This kind of martial arts is probably at least a seventh-grade martial arts, and even...enough to be ranked as an eighth-grade martial arts!"
Hearing this, everyone was shocked at first, and then nodded.
In today's martial arts world, seventh-grade martial arts is the pinnacle.
The strongest martial arts of the Sifang clan and the eight major sects are basically at this level.
As for the eighth-grade martial arts, it has been lost long ago, or at least on the surface, no one has mastered it, and there is not even any news about it.
And the flying martial arts displayed by Jiang Muyang at this moment was actually given an eighth-level judgment. How could it not be shocking?
But despite being shocked, everyone thought that this should be the case.
Not to mention the other values of this martial arts, just the fact that it can make innate warriors fly is enough to explain everything!
Eighth grade martial arts, well deserved!
And Jiang Muyang's mysterious color has become even more intense.
"Nothing is impossible. What you think is impossible is just because you have low vision." Jiang Muyang vibrated his wings, suspended in the air, and said lightly: "How can summer insects talk about ice?"
Chengfeng Yunyi is a kind of flying martial arts. In addition to providing the ability to fly, it can also greatly increase the speed. It is not very advanced. Of course, this is in the world of cultivation. From the perspective of the world of martial arts, it is absolutely difficult.
Imagination, incomprehensible existence.
"snort!"
Nangong Wushen's face darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "So what if you can fly? It's just a short-term force to fly with the help of foreign objects. How can you compare with the real land gods with your meager means? Your speed and flexibility
Sex will definitely be greatly compromised, and there is still no chance in front of me."
"In that case, why don't you take action yet?" Jiang Muyang asked with a sneer.
A glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Nangong Wushen's eyes.
He felt more and more that Jiang Muyang was planning something!
Perhaps, he is just waiting to take action himself, and then seize the opportunity to launch a counterattack!
That must be the case.
Nangong Wushen was determined in his heart and became extremely vigilant. He stared at Jiang Muyang with his eyes, as if he wanted to see flaws in him.
But he failed.
In Nangong Wushen's field of vision, Jiang Muyang seemed to be perfectly integrated with the entire world, and was actually impeccable!
Make him feel like he has no idea where to start.
"What kind of freak is this kid! I have been isolated from the world for two hundred years, and now such a person will emerge in the martial arts world!" Nangong Wushen thought secretly in his heart, his eyes flickering, "It seems that I have to use that move.
Damn it! I have worked hard to save a fortune, and now it is going to be in vain!"
There was anger burning in Nangong Wushen's eyes.
The pressure and threat Jiang Muyang brought to him were so great that he had to pay a huge price and use his trump card.
Nangong Wushen was very unwilling, but he couldn't make the decision in the current situation.
"Damn you little bastard! You forced me to do this!"
Nangong Wushen roared, his robes suddenly inflated as if inflated, his long hair danced wildly, exuding an extremely ferocious aura.
"Hoo ho ho!"
A hurricane rolled up around him, sending out a sharp whistling sound.
Immediately afterwards.
Nangong Wushen took a deep breath, his whole face turned red quickly, and then he suddenly opened his mouth and spit it out.
"Bo!"
A meat ball that was larger than an adult's fist was spat out from his mouth by Nangong Wushen.
The meat ball was dark red, suspended in front of Nangong Wushen, squirming slowly, with traces of blood and mucus on the surface, and looked very disgusting.
It also emitted an extremely evil energy wave.
"Plop! Plop! Plop!"
There were sounds.
Echoes echoed between heaven and earth, waves of echoes kept coming, shaking the void, and shaking everyone's hearts.
That dark red flesh ball is like the heart of this world!
Everyone even had a strange feeling, as if their own heart and pulse were beating with the frequency and rhythm of the dark red flesh ball.
In that moment, they lost themselves.
After regaining consciousness, everyone broke out in a cold sweat.
If there were enemies who had just attacked and killed them at this time, even warriors who were new to Xiantian or even at the Huajin level would be able to kill them easily!
What a weird method!
So...where is Jiang Muyang!?
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Everyone quickly looked up.
They were all affected even though they were so far apart. Jiang Muyang was so close and was the main target, so it was no exception.
For those who have entered the country, one moment is enough for them to kill their opponents seventy or eighty times.
However, when everyone saw the scene in the sky clearly, they were all stunned.
It was completely opposite to what they thought!
Jiang Muyang's momentum was like a rainbow, his wings were trembling slightly, his body was leaning forward slightly, and his right hand was in the shape of a claw, like a giant dragon reaching for its claws and grabbing it forward.
In front of him, Nangong Wushen was retreating in embarrassment, his face full of horror.
The breath is extremely disordered!
What happened?
Why is it that Jiang Muyang is chasing Nangong Wushen!?
Everyone was shocked and confused.
in the air.
"Damn! Damn! How come you haven't been affected by my 'devil heart'? How is that possible! How is this possible!" Nangong Wushen roared crazily.
The demon heart is the dark red flesh ball of Nangong Wushen.
After a period of cultivation, it absorbed the resentment and fear of countless young children, giving it some unimaginable power.
One of them is Soul Capturing.
It can make the target confused and lose himself.
And this period of time is the perfect opportunity for him to kill someone!
But just when Nangong Wushen thought that his trick was successful, he flew closer and wanted to smash Jiang Muyang's head with one palm, but the latter took the opportunity to fight back!
Nangong Wushen was completely unprepared and suffered a slight loss.
How could he not understand that Jiang Muyang was not affected by the "devil heart" at all!
What a freak! Damn freak!
Nangong Wushen was shocked and angry.
Jiang Muyang didn't say a word, and attacked fiercely with a sullen face.
He could feel the strong resentment contained in the demon's heart, and there were at least a dozen or more innocent souls sealed in it.
He was tortured all day long and never had a chance to get ahead. There was no chance of reincarnation.
These methods are truly outrageous.
Evil cultivators like Nangong Wushen are rare even in the world of cultivation.
Now that he has encountered it, naturally he cannot be given another chance to suffer from cholera!