"It's true that enemies are extremely jealous when they meet!" Lin Zixuan looked at the figure speeding towards him, his scalp was numb and he was quite helpless.
"Condensate the wind and transform it into Gang!" Yuan Chen pointed, and his tyrannical cultivation was released. The terrifying pressure spread like ripples, making Lin Zixuan feel like he was trapped in a swamp, unable to move.
The wind whined around it, circling in the air, forming a strong suction force that sucked everything around it into it.
Lin Zixuan was swaying, and the terrible wind cut his skin like a knife, causing traces of blood to overflow. You must know that the body tempered by the dragon's essence and blood is infinitely close to perfection, and it can withstand a full blow from the ninth level of the Blood Spirit Realm.
However, under the raging wind blades, traces of fragmentation appeared, which shows how terrifying it is.
Yuan Chen stood aside and watched indifferently. The power of this move was enough to destroy any monk below the ninth level of the blood spirit realm, so he would not take action again. He had his own pride and full confidence in his move. He died in
Those below him are countless.
The wind filled the sky, and the terrifying suction force instantly sucked Lin Zixuan into it. At that moment, Lin Zixuan only felt heart-rending pain, as his whole body was about to fall apart under the erosion of the wind.
"Young Master, this person..." The old man in black robe stopped talking.
"It is not a pity for this person to die!" Yuan Chen's voice was cold, and then he looked at the jade and clear holy lotus, with strong greed in his eyes. He wished he could take it as his own, and then hide it so that no one would find it.
Suddenly, a trance appeared in his mind, but it was quickly replaced by his strong will, which kept him clear again. Soon, a look of solemnity appeared on his face.
"Hold your breath, the fragrance of flowers is poisonous."
When the old man next to him heard this, he suddenly came to his senses. A look of shame appeared on his face. He immediately raised his hands and said, "I am reckless. Please punish me, young master."
Yuan Chen ignored it. He moved his eyes slightly and looked at the Ice Spirit Sect member who appeared from the other side. The old man in black robe also became alert and looked extremely unkind.
Lan Chenyi looked at the roaring huge storm, his eyes were stunned, and his mind was buzzing, because it was not a natural formation but man-made. Then, he looked at Yuan Chen after the storm, his face was heavy and he looked highly alert.
Because he noticed that the fluctuations of the storm had the same origin as the breath in the latter's body, that is to say, the storm was condensed by it.
The entire world was in an atmosphere of tense tension. The Ice Spirit Sect disciples were all extremely serious, staring at Yuan Chen and the two, as if they would take action decisively if the latter made a single move.
"I'm Lan Chenyi of the Bingling Sect, haven't you asked for your name yet?" Lan Chenyi clasped his fists respectfully. The feeling this person gave him was unfathomable. He would not be the first to cause a conflict unless it was absolutely necessary.
Lan Chenyi's face was gloomy, as if he was useless in front of him, and his eyes were clearly demeaning and trampling on his dignity. As a genius, how could he endure it?
At this time, a hearty laugh broke the silence, causing Lan Chenyi, who was about to take action, to suppress the anger in his heart.
"Haha, Brother Yuan, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still so aggressive!"
Yuan Chen turned around, and when the burly figure appeared in his sight, his face was gloomy, and there was also a strong look of solemnity on his face.
"Haiteng, long time no see." His voice was low, and this was the first time he looked at someone squarely.
"You are Lan Chenyi from the Northern Bingling Sect. You are really talented, but you are a bit weak." The burly man said with a smile, and Lan Chenyi's expression was even more uncertain. He knew this strong man and was a millionaire. The head of the younger generation of the Whale Sect, he is also Haizi within his sect.
"Brother Yuan, there is no wind without waves. If Hai is right, there must be someone trapped in your magical power." Hai Teng seemed casual, but he was full of fear in his heart.
"So what if it is, so what if it's not?" Yuan Chen asked, with a somewhat unhappy look on his face.
At this moment, the situation is in a delicate balance and has become a tripartite confrontation. Once someone takes action, they will inevitably be killed by the other two parties.
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In the storm, endless air currents surged, forming whirlpools. The terrifying suction force seemed to suck out the blood from Lin Zixuan's body.
The strong wind was like waves, blowing Lin Zixuan from left to right, the sky was spinning, the wind and waves were like knives, causing Lin Zixuan to drift down, his flesh and blood were already mutilated, and maybe he would be minced to death in a short time.
"Where is the breakthrough?" Lin Zixuan was confused. This hurricane was everywhere. Even if he blasted a crack, it would be restored to the original state in an instant.
"The whirlwind air mass above your head is the center of the storm. If you defeat it, you can escape." The old man explained.
Lin Zixuan frowned slightly. In the storm, he was like a duckweed without roots. It was difficult to keep his balance, so how could it be easy to get up?
"How can a person who rebels against heaven be able to rebel against heaven if he doesn't have a heroic heart?" The old man said lightly, and then became silent.
"Going against heaven? He can't even save his life. This man who goes against heaven is a joke." Lin Zixuan laughed at himself. How could he feel at peace after dying in such a depressing manner?
"God created light, and the devil gave darkness, making the original world no longer monotonous. Light begins and ends with darkness. This is reincarnation, or two sides, and there is an invisible wall that isolates them." Lin Zixuan said, he My thoughts gradually became clearer.
At this moment, the fluctuations emanating from his body surprised both the black and white old man and the baby.
"When I step in from the front, it is the starting point, and when I step in from the opposite side, it is the end point. This is a circular circle, and the same is true for the storm. The rotation of the airflow is like concentric circles entwining each other. As long as I find that wall, I You can travel back and forth and appear in any position." Lin Zixuan became more and more excited, and he even ignored the pain of being torn apart.
In an instant, the old man's breath froze, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face. This expression also surprised the big-headed baby. This was the first time he had seen the former show such an expression, which was really shocking.
"It can still be easily formed after the hurricane is destroyed, not because of its unique ability, but because it exists anywhere in this space. The same is true for the wind. Perhaps, the same is true for the wall!" Lin Zixuan had some understanding. At this moment, , everything in the world becomes clearly visible before his eyes.
Faintly, in the endless air flow, he saw a twisted film, boundless and without end, and there were countless black spots on the film, and the wind kept shuttling back and forth in the hole.
He sent out his thoughts, restrained all the fluctuations of the breath, and imagined that he turned into the wind and merged into the film. At this moment, his figure disappeared out of thin air, and then appeared near the whirlwind air mass.
At the same time, the old man shook his head violently, his mood fluctuating abnormally.
"Impossible, this is impossible! How can the element of space be perceived so easily?" (To be continued)