Chapter 290

At dawn the next day, Leng 17 came to the back mountain of Wuxiang palace, but Wuxiang had already waited here.

Cold seventeen came early, but I'm afraid it's later than nothing, and the result is still late.

Wu Xiang said bluntly: "next, I will suppress my accomplishments to the early stage of the spiritual pulse realm. You should hold the determination to kill and use your strongest spiritual skills to kill me!

As long as you can force me to move my body or use the power beyond the initial stage of the spiritual realm, you will win. "

Leng seventeen didn't speak. He had a long gun in the color of dead wood in his hand. This is the gang wood spirit gun, a fourth-order spirit weapon he bought at a high price.

Holding the long gun, cold seventeen has unparalleled momentum. His spear point came straight, and when the spear body rushed, it suddenly drew a huge gray cross light!

Cold seventeen doesn't have any temptation. It's a broken cross gun!

However, Wu Xiang only stretched out a finger and gently pushed it. The cross light was directly extinguished in nothingness, and the tip of the gun was butted by Wu Xiang's finger.

"It's a good shot to move forward bravely and rush into the array. But you don't have the consciousness of death and life, and you don't have the consciousness of killing me, so you're still a little short."

It was expected that the broken cross gun would be easily broken, but it was also unexpected.

What he didn't expect is that Wuxiang broke this move so easily. Besides, his gun is also a fourth-order spirit tool, and he can't even hurt a finger of Wuxiang?

He could clearly perceive that the invisibility did only use the power of the initial stage of the spiritual pulse realm, but how did he do it?

This is not only the perfect control of power, but also shows that the physical strength of invisibility is already strong to the point of terror!

Cold seventeen's own physical strength is not weak, but it is not enough to see before there is no face.

Now that he was close, Leng Shiqi took his gun, clenched his fist and blew it out. A fierce tiger virtual shadow rushed forward with the momentum of breaking the river and sinking into the sea.

Wu Xiang directly slapped the tiger's virtual shadow, and the invisible internal force poured into his body without response.

"It's good to have both inside and outside, but the overall power is not enough."

This is also a problem that Leng Shiqi has found. He is also trying to integrate "fierce lion angry forest fist" into tiger treading wave fist. It's just that he has been studying fencing and magic in a small secret place these days, and he hasn't had time to take care of boxing.

On the contrary, the falling flowers and disorderly flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and the eyes have been integrated together.

Cold seventeen can't do one punch. One more slap!

Six palms in one, half a Zhang high palms smashed down with a faint flame!

With a stroke from the palm of Wuxiang's hand, the six Yang poison fire palm will be divided into two and then dissipated in the air.

"The sinister palm is a bit of a doorway. However, the external reality and internal emptiness are not strong enough. Once you encounter an extremely strong spiritual skill, you will collapse."

As Wuxiang said, Leng 17 hasn't found this weakness of six Yang poison fire palm yet. The subsequent reinforcement of this palm can start from this aspect.

Then Leng seventeen used the earth evil ghost claw, the fierce lion angry forest fist and a line of blood sky fingers, all of which were destroyed by Wuxiang.

But when he used a line of blood sky fingers, Wu Xiang muttered, "it's a great circle."

He knew that Leng seventeen chose this spiritual skill in the blood book Hall. At that time, he blocked Leng seventeen there.

Therefore, Wuxiang also knew that this spiritual skill had only three months in Leng seventeen's hand. In three months, he could cultivate the fourth level spiritual skill to a great perfection. Leng seventeen's understanding also surprised him.

But what he didn't know was that in fact, Leng 17 only took more than ten breath to cultivate a line of blood Tianzhi to a great perfection!

Every time Wu Xiang breaks his move, he will point out the shortcomings in this move.

Cold seventeen had fewer and fewer things to hold. Immediately he withdrew and his mental strength kept surging.

His left hand lit up a faint starlight, and then a giant ice sword nearly two feet long roared out!

Another surprise is that Wuxiang also has a spiritual seal on his hand, condensing a more powerful flame giant sword!

Before Leng 17's ice giant sword approached, it automatically melted most of it, and finally turned into a water mist like a moth to the fire.

"Wuxiang is also a spiritual Dharma?!"

Cold seventeen was the first time he knew the power of Wuxiang, and his heart couldn't help but be surprised. Because he found that Wuxiang is very strong in spiritual skills, physical strength and mental strength!

This is very similar to himself!

It was also at this moment that Leng 17 vaguely felt that he had no acceptance. It didn't seem to be a coincidence that he was an apprentice.

But this is not the time for him to be distracted. He made a series of seals, surrounded by flames, condensed into a huge pillar of fire.

The huge flame sword collided with the pillar of fire and immediately exploded. Bursts of fire waves scattered and scorched the surrounding ground.

The fire waves dispersed, and Leng seventeen's body had been covered with a set of Dark Demon Armor!

Wu Xiang carefully looked at Leng seventeen's Warcraft blood pattern armor and felt the killing intention of Leng seventeen. He nodded and said, "it's interesting. You finally have the consciousness to kill me."

The black jade sword came out of its scabbard, and the sharp blade of the fifth level spirit weapon breathed the dazzling light. Leng seventeen's spiritual and spiritual power ran rapidly, and his momentum climbed higher and higher.

When the momentum reached its peak, Leng seventeen suddenly disappeared!

He suddenly disappeared in front of no phase!

At this moment, I don't know when countless gorgeous petals fall from the air, which is intoxicating.

However, in these petals, there is a huge killing opportunity!

Suddenly, those petals rotated and shot at Wu Xiang one after another. It turns out that every petal is a sword!

Wu Xiang murmured, "it's a good move to pull me into the illusion in an instant."

At this time, to no surprise, 36 phantoms appeared out of thin air and surrounded him! Each phantom is the explosion of the sword and the sword Qi in the air. From a distance, it is the virtual shadow of a huge flower!

For a moment, the sword is raging and the sword Qi is vertical and horizontal!

Flowers are becoming more and more attractive!

It integrates body method, sword technique, sword Qi and magic art. This is the real random flower, which is becoming more and more attractive!

Wu Xiang finally became cautious this time. He pointed to Cheng Jian and a sharp sword intention rose to the sky. Suddenly, countless invisible sword Qi burst out, and all the phantoms and petals were defeated in an instant.

But he still looked around with vigilance and didn't relax at all, because he didn't find the real body of Leng seventeen!

At the next moment, a long river of swords broke through the ground and stabbed the invisible chassis!

"Insidious!"

Wuxiang gave a low drink, the palm was pressed, and an invisible force squeezed it. It just made Leng seventeen's sword unable to advance inch by inch.

However, at this time, Leng Shiqi took his sword and changed his knife. With a touch of cold knife awn, it seemed as if the sky was opening!

No phase suddenly felt a cold under the crotch and shivered all over.