Chapter 659 This Requires Talent

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The awn of his fist fell through the void and struck the screen of light on the other side of the stage, causing the screen to tremble.

"This old man, what a terrible control!"

Lu Ming's heart stirred.

Old devil wind monster, almost every minute of his own strength, have mastered the extreme, every time he made a move, he would not waste a single bit of strength, precision, precision.

"Asura is in trouble!"

At this moment, everyone was thinking the same thing.

Old devil wind monster is too strong, worthy of being the old monster that crisscrossed this sea for hundreds of years. No one dared to provoke under the Linghaijing.

Many people thought that although Lu Ming was strong, he should not be the opponent of the devil wind monster.

"Nine dragons treading on the sky!"

At this time, Lu Ming used the Nine Dragon Steps into the Sky, stepped on it, turned into a stream of light, rose into the sky, and in an instant avoided the attack of the devil wind monster.

Old devil wind grabbed the air with one claw and froze. He looked up at the sky. At this moment, Lu Ming was floating in the sky.

"I didn't expect you to have such footwork. Not bad. I don't know how your attack is."

Old devil wind grinned.

"If you want to know, I'll let you try!"

Boom! Boom!...

Lu Ming's fists were thrown out in succession, and dozens of fists were thrown out in an instant. Each punch was as strong as a meteor, falling towards the demon wind monster.

The wind monster's eyes turned cold and waved his hands.

Whew! Whew!...

Wind blades gathered and flew into the sky, colliding with the force of the fist.

The wind and flames scattered and swept across the battle platform.

The wind blade and the punch counteracted each other.

"Again!"

Lu Ming drank heavily and zhen yuan raised. This time, he threw out hundreds of punches in a row. The whole space was full of strength and momentum.

On the stand, Chen Zhao's face turned pale. Lu Ming's strength now showed could easily defeat his big brother Chen Dao.

Every war, Lu Ming seemed to have no upper limit, giving a feeling of bottomless abyss, unable to detect the end.

The face of the devil wind monster also became serious.

"Demonic wind slay!"

A long sword appeared in old devil wind's hand, and now it emitted a dazzling green light. His body rose into the sky, and a blue Sword light suddenly flashed out.

Zizi...

The figure of the devil wind monster rushed into the fists in the sky, and a harsh and unpleasant voice sounded.

Whew!

In the end, the wind monster broke through the range of his fists and soared into the air, standing side by side with Lu Ming.

"Now, it's my turn!"

The old devil's voice sounded, but the man had disappeared. He seemed to have become a gust of wind, floating in the sky and earth.

Huff and puff...

The sky was really windy, and as the wind rose, the temperature dropped sharply. Then, snowflakes appeared out of thin air, and with the strong wind, they swept towards the landing.

"The artistic conception of wind, the artistic conception of snow!"

Lu Ming's eyes sparkled.

Old devil wind, not only cultivated the artistic conception of wind, but also cultivated the artistic conception of snow.

Both of them were first degree perfection.

"There it is, there it is. Legend has it that the old devil has grasped two kinds of artistic conception, and so it is!"

"Yes, it is said that the old devil had a high spirit in those days. He wanted to understand two kinds of artistic conception, but he was stuck at the peak of the king, so he did not break through to the Linghaijing. If he only understood one kind of artistic conception, he would have broken through to Spirit sea long ago."

"But there is no doubt about the power of the two kinds of artistic conception, asura. It's dangerous."

In the stands, many old people started to talk excitedly.

"Haha, junior, die!"

In the snow and wind, the old devil's proud voice came out.

"What are you proud of? You understand the two kinds of artistic conception, but the two kinds of artistic conception did not merge successfully. The power of increasing is also limited."

Lu Ming's face was still calm, his fists flapping, and his fists pounded out to fend off the wind and snow around him.

Those snowflakes, which were white and crystal clear, were sharper than the spirit soldiers. Every one of them might be able to break through a mountain with a diameter of 100 meters.

"Fusion of artistic conception, junior, what do you know? Two artistic conception, do you think it is so easy to merge? Really ignorant."

The old devil's voice came out, full of disdain and reprimand.

"Is it difficult to merge the two artistic conception?"

Lu Ming smiled faintly.

As Lu Ming's voice fell, Lu Ming's fist suddenly changed.

In the fist, there was not only the artistic conception of fire, but also the artistic conception of thunder.

As soon as thunder and fire came out, the two kinds of artistic conception merged perfectly, which made the power of the Exploding Star Fist increase by a large part.

Boom! Boom!...

The vast fists directly pierced through the snow and wind, and with a scream, a figure appeared and retreated.

"The fusion of thunder and fire, the perfect fusion of thunder and fire, how is it possible? How is it possible?"

Blood flowed out from the corner of the monster's mouth, but he didn't care at all. His eyes were fixed on the sound of the landing.

The audience was also stunned.

Lu Ming, also understood the two kinds of artistic conception, and, it was a successful fusion, but the devil wind old monster, but did not succeed in fusion.

It was clear who was stronger or weaker.

"What's impossible? Just because you can't merge doesn't mean others can't."

Lu Ming said faintly.

"Tell me, how did you merge? Tell me, tell me!"

The monster roared, his eyes were red, and he stared at the landing.

Over the years, old devil wind had tried many ways, but none of them succeeded. It was like a demon in his heart.

"I'm telling you, you can't merge either. You need talent."

Lu Ming said softly.

He was not wrong. In fact, he was not the only one who could think of his method. Others could think of it, but how many people could successfully integrate it?

To put it bluntly, you need talent.

He had this gift, and now it seems that Xie Nianqing also had this gift.

And the old devil wind has been practicing for hundreds of years, and it has not been integrated successfully, so there must be no such talent.

But the old devil obviously didn't believe it.

"Bullshit, what talent? Kid, if you don't tell me, I want you to die today!"

The wind monster roared.

"Old man, is there something wrong with your head? Do you think you are my opponent?"

Lu Ming shook his head and smiled.

"Look at my best move!"

The demon wind monster roared, and the mood of wind and snow pervaded again.

"I'm too lazy to dawdle with you. Let's take you on the road!"

A sneer rose from the corner of Lu Ming's mouth.

Boom!

The next moment, the wind, fire, and thunder burst out at the same time, turning into a spear, dazzling to the extreme.

The eyes of the devil wind monster were even bigger than the copper bell. In his throat, he gave out an incredible roar, "The fusion of three artistic conception!"

He couldn't bear it. He spent his whole life trying to merge the two, but Lu Ming did.

Moreover, he was so young.

Was it really a gift?

Whew!

The resplendent spear pierced through the void and appeared in front of the old devil wind in an instant. It broke through all the old devil wind monster's defenses with a destructive force.

The spear pierced the heart of old devil wind. Old devil wind, die!

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