Chu He used Yan Ling directly. As soon as he said this, he cooperated with his great road characteristics of the free and easy golden immortal. With a small scroll of slight breeze, it was like the butterfly effect, and a violent wind was towards the ninth level.
Thunder swept away.
The wind instantly became extremely strong, and the snow layer within a radius of hundreds of kilometers was blown away. For a moment, the strong air current surged, which directly formed an air pressure vortex where Chu He was.
Although Li Qingming has the strength of the peak of the Golden Immortal, such a strong wind still swayed and could not stabilize his body. You must know that the target of these winds was not him, but his Nine-level Thunder.
"Boy, do you have a problem with your brain? You shouldn't want to use the wind to fight against my thunder? Heavenly thunder is the strongest existence of the world. If you want to use a few sensational winds to blow it away, isn't it?
It's a bit too whimsical!"
Li Qingming felt that the victory was decided, so he was no longer so anxious. Instead, he started chatting and fucking with Chu He. However, under such a strong wind, he could only communicate with his spiritual sense, because the voices of his speech were blown away by the fierce wind.
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"I don't know if you have ever heard a saying, that is, the end of science is metaphysics!"
"The Nine-level Heavenly Thunder you summoned now looks quite intimidating, but it is not really the thunder produced by the rules of the Great Dao. You just used the gathering of clouds to generate a large amount of lightning. You used the nine-level palace to attract thunder and add
It's just use. If it's really a thunder, then I can't do anything about it."
"But the thunder generated by this natural environment? You just need to blow away these gathered dark clouds. Without powerful dark clouds as the base pillars, your palaces are towers in the air, and they will be broken as soon as you touch them!"
After Chu He finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to signal Li Qingming to look back.
Li Qingming looked back and saw that the dark clouds in the sky were blowing away by the hurricane. The Tianlei Palace, which was originally formed by the gathering of dark clouds, began to become blurred and soon began to dissipate.
Mo Dun was observing the battlefield in the distance. Not long ago, his fire was blown away by the wind, causing no damage, which made Mo Dun's near-front attack avenue like a punch hitting cotton and unable to exert force.
At this time, the master actually applied what he learned and used wind to blow away such a terrifying nine-level thunder sea. Thunder and fire are the most domineering and fierce attack methods in the world.
But he was completely defeated by an inequality wind. Could it be that the most powerful person in the world is actually the Wind God?
Mo Duan was thinking, but from the corner of his eyes he saw his master's expression becoming more and more nervous.
When he looked up, he saw lightning flashing in the sky, and the master's location had turned into a sea of thunder.
Li Qingming was not a person who was waiting to die. Seeing that the nine-layer thunder sea was about to disappear, he hurriedly launched an attack.
The thunderstorm in the sky was like a flood discharge from the dam, like a water flow rolling downwards below. It seemed like a beautiful curtain was hanging down between the sky and the earth, but this curtain was shining all over, dazzling white.
That scene seemed so shocking.
It stretched out from the uppermost palace, but at the end it fell towards the direction where Chuhe was.
The silver sky curtain seemed to land very slowly, as if it was falling gently, but only Chu He knew how fast it was.
The speed of lightning is the speed of lightning, and even Xiangliu cannot escape, let alone him.
Chu He was flooded by the sea of thunder without even having time to hide. What made Ling'er even more panicked was that Chu He's magical weapons took the initiative to leave the battlefield and flew towards Mo Duan with five Xuanyuan swords.
The Xuanyuan Sword seemed to feel that they had the upper hand in the battle, and it also began to resist violently. The God Evil Flag was about to be unable to hold on without Chu He's magic power.
At this time, a divine thought came to Mo Duo’s mind.
"Xuanyuan Sword has not recognized its master. Don't you like it? Conquer it, it's yours!"
The person who spoke was Chu He. Mo Dun thought his master had just been killed by thunderstorm. After hearing his master's voice, Mo Dun hurriedly wiped his tears.
Then he turned his eyes to the five Xuanyuan swords. Mo Dun's eyes became hot. The junior monk got a great opportunity. Maybe after waking up, he would be more powerful than the master. He would have obtained such a strong inheritance, and he would have to let it go.
Getting a Buddhist treasure, demon-subduing pestle, is a weapon that transcends the divine weapon and reaches the category of holy weapons.
The same is true for Xuanyuan Sword. It is a human holy soldier, and Mo Meng has long been drooling.
Ling'er also heard Chu He's spiritual sense transmitting voice. She looked at Mo Bin who was eager to try and grabbed him.
"You are crazy. This weapon is so irritable. If you accidentally cause a wound, you will hurt you. Moreover, the wounds it causes cannot heal. If you accidentally collect the fatal wound, I don't even have time to save you. You still
Stop being impulsive, wait for your master to defeat Li Qingming, and I am trying to find a way for you!"
"Master's wife, you don't have to persuade me. If the weapon is recognized, even if the master is present, he can't help me. The magic weapon is already unattended. In addition, he has fought with the magic evil flag for so long, and the magic evil flag is not as good as the magic evil flag.
The flag is far away from the master's control, so the Xuanyuan Sword is far away from the control of Li Qingming."
"This is my best opportunity! If I can take the Xuanyuan Sword, I can still turn back to help my master. Master's wife, I have decided, don't stop me!"
Everyone, it’s different for the little monk. The little monk refused Ling'er’s persuasion and just moved his mouth.
In order to prevent Ling'er from stopping him, this guy set fire directly.
Fortunately, Ling'er is kind-hearted and doesn't care about Mo Dai. If Chu He knows about this, this kid dares to use fire to force Ling'er to retreat for the sake of his magic weapon, he will inevitably have to have a fat beating.
Seeing that Mo Bin could not stop him, he had to help out and use her magic power to activate the God Evil Flag to continue suppressing the Xuanyuan Sword. Mo Bin was really not afraid of death and jumped into the sword formation directly.
But he was just injured by Jianfeng, and Mo Dun's right hand was already bleeding. Ling'er felt a little worried about seeing it. Both of these children were too unrespecting their lives, so they should persuade them well in the future.
Chu He sent the divine weapon away directly, but Li Qingming refused. He felt that Chu He could not withstand the nine-level thunder sea and wanted to hand over the divine weapon to Ling'er before he died so that Ling'er could deal with him.
Xuanyuan Sword is a masterless thing, and Ling'er is a descendant of ancient sages. If Xuanyuan Sword meets her, it is very likely that he will recognize his master.
Ling'er's strength is similar to Li Qingming. If Ling'er gets the magical weapons from both sides, Li Qingming will have to be slaughtered.
He didn't want the result that was within his reach, so he was destroyed by Chu He's last little move.
"Beauty, if you want Xuanyuan Sword, just say it to me. I'll give it to you with my own hands!"
Li Qingming shouted unrestrainedly, thinking that if he killed Chu He, Ling'er would be his belongings.