C77

Chapter 77 - Dragon-Twisted Sky

"Not bad, your explosive strength. If you were to train for a few more decades, I'm afraid that you would really lose your life. You truly deserve to be called the number one genius among the younger generation of the Beiming Clan."

As the voice sounded, a white figure slowly appeared from the fading white light. Wasn't that Feng Sheng Lan?

Feng Zhiling remained calm. The previous wave of attacks had caused him to not even have a single strand of hair on his head.

Bei Mingfeng's pupils shrank, is this the difference in cultivation, my strongest strike actually did not leave him with even the slightest scar, Bei Mingfeng's heart once again had an intense feeling of helplessness and defeat.

Sensing Bei Mingfeng's disappointment, Ling Zhuyue tightly gripped the former's large hand and said: "Don't be disheartened, he's already an old monster who has cultivated for several hundred years. You're only thirty years old and you've already cultivated to the peak of the Green Bamboo Realm.

The words were spoken to Bei Mingfeng, but that voice was not hidden, causing the Disciple of Holy Mountain to hear it loud and clear.

Ling Zhuyue snorted coldly, with Ling Zhuyue at the center, the blue ripples continued to revolve endlessly. Wave after wave spread out, like a magnificent blue rain that was incessantly spinning around the goddess of the rain, like a blue lotus that was unceasingly blooming.

Everyone exclaimed, this scene was too beautiful. As beautiful as her mother was, they did not know what kind of beauty Beiming Lanyue had grown up to be, and they could see that she was also a peerless beauty. However, she was still green and had yet to grow.

Ling Zhuyue's beautiful pupils constricted, her face turning slightly pale. She also knew the difference between her and the Violet Bamboo Realm Wind Holy Mist, so she immediately released her strongest attack, which still had some power left. Otherwise, in terms of competition, Feng Sheng Lan would use her spirit energy to kill her.

Gritting her teeth, the blue ripples revolving around Ling Zhuyue suddenly increased in speed, slowly forming into a powerful vortex.

Ling Zhuyue's beautiful face was as white as paper, beads of perspiration continuously rolled down her forehead as she thought in her heart, "Take her away". With a low shout, the giant whirlpool that was spinning with her as the center, slowly moved from her body to her palms, and continuously decreased in size at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

It could be said that Ling Zhuyue had mastered this teleportation technique to the point of perfection. Although this martial skill was powerful, it was definitely a life-threatening technique, and during the process of teleportation, if one was not careful, one might suffer from backlash.

And the reason why the swirl was constantly becoming smaller during teleportation was because Ling Zhuyue was constantly compressing it while she was teleporting. This was no longer a problem with her strong control, he still had to control the absolute balance, which was the flaw of this technique.

As the vortex became smaller and smaller, the rich Qi of the Zhou Dynasty gradually disappeared. However, the more reserved it got, the more one could feel the terror of that small vortex.

Ling Zhuyue's beautiful eyes stared fixedly at the tiny blue colored water vortex between her palms. The vortex had already been compressed to the size of a palm, making it look extremely beautiful, while Ling Zhuyue's delicate body was on the verge of collapsing.

Lifting his eyes to look at the nearby Feng Zhilan, Ling Zhuyue's red lips revealed a touch of iciness.

"Go!"

With a shout, the blue whirlpool quickly left his hand and headed straight for Feng Sheng Lan.

The beautiful vortex grew longer upon seeing the wind. It instantly grew to a size of a few meters in an instant. Wherever it went, a blue ring of light would shine continuously, killing everything in its path.

Ling Zhuyue, who had thrown out the whirlpool, could no longer stand steadily.

This attack of Ling Zhuyue's was indeed powerful, if she did not handle it well, she would definitely fall, because the blue vortex had no weakness, and anything that was swept away by it would be crushed into pieces.

This was the first time he couldn't help but doubt Ling Zhuyue's identity. Only peerless monsters from large sects would have the possibility of surpassing levels to challenge him, and he suspected that Ling Zhuyue was a disciple from a large sect. Furthermore, he suspected that he wasn't an ordinary disciple.

The longsword in his hand was unsheathed, and it emitted a shocking fluctuation. If one looked carefully, this was shockingly a high-grade spirit weapon.

Feng Sheng Lan was clad in white and had an extraordinary temperament. If the sinister look in his eyes was removed, it would give off a bit of elegance. He wielded his sword and directly slashed at the blue vortex.

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