Chapter 1247： Comparing the two

"boom!"

The Saint Yuangu Hall shattered.

In the smoke and dust, two Linghui figures stepped out of the temple and kept colliding in the night sky.

The endless divine splendor is free and easy, covering the stars and moons.

I saw a series of ancient and vast lines pervading, full of unspeakable divinity.

The opportunity of horror is like the falling of the stars and the ocean against the waves.

At this time, Wu Le's expression was extremely anxious, and the moment when his palm was printed, the spiritual seals and talismans condensed into the world, each showing their majesty.

However, no matter how he performed the offensive, Lu Ming didn't hold on to him at all, but calmly dodged the collision, trapping his figure in front of the Saint Yuan Palace.

"what is that?"

"It looks like someone is fighting!"

"Who is it that dare to be so presumptuous in Daotian Academy!!"

Daoshan, which was originally quiet, suddenly stirred up shocks.

A group of figures walked out of the hall, their eyes trembled and looked above the void.

I saw there, Dao lines rushed, and the rays of sunshine were ten thousand.

Unmatched murderous intent is condensed vertically and horizontally, and the great potential of the collapsed sky is hanging down layer by layer.

And in that **** Xia Linghui, the two figures fought each other, shattering thousands of miles of night.

"Yes... Xiao Wu Xianggong! Who is he fighting against?"

"It seems to be... Junior Brother Lu of the Confucian Academy!!"

"How come these two people are fighting!"

"I don't know, but it looks like a murderous move."

Countless streamers bloomed into the sky, swept from far away.

And here is the Hanlin Academy, where many green evil evildoers rest.

Therefore, in just a few breaths, countless figures have gathered in front of the Saint Yuan Hall.

Even some academic elders fell from the sky with a puzzled expression, looking at the two contemporary arrogances above their heads.

At this moment, Wu Le's eyes suddenly had soul light blooming, transforming into a seal, and falling towards Lu Ming.

The power contained therein, even the countless elders of the colleges below are secretly shocked.

"Huh? I didn't expect you to have a back hand."

Lu Ming sneered. Now that everyone is almost there, the farce should end.

As long as he defeated Wu Le, he could expose his conspiracy with Ling Xiao in front of everyone.

At that time, the young master of the Ling clan, the light of the right way will completely expose his nature.

Soul power offensive?

The corners of Lu Ming's mouth raised slightly, and the colorful glow in his eyes flashed away.

I saw a colorful ancient dagger suddenly appeared under the soul seal of the sky.

In the next moment, the soul seal was overwhelmed, and it came to the sky with the force of suppressing the eternity.

"What a terrible soul power, I didn't expect Wu Le's real method to be soul power!"

Seeing this scene, countless Tianjiao disciples changed their colors one after another, their eyes looked at the soul seal covering Lu Ming and annihilating them.

only! !

Just when everyone thought that this battle had just come to an end, they saw that the Baizhang Soul Seal suddenly stopped strangely.

Then! !

I saw that in the center of the soul seal, there seemed to be a ray of haze shining up, opening the world and breaking the seal from it.

And Lu Ming's figure swept out of the infinite soul light almost instantaneously, and swept towards Wu Le angrily.

"Om."

In his whole body, there is abundance of righteousness, and the principle of nature stands in heaven.

But before the shock on Wu Le's face disappeared, he vomited blood and flew out under everyone's stunned gaze.

"Humph!"

Shenhua flickered in Lu Ming's eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised with a smile, only to see his palm sticking out, transforming his palm for several feet, and squeezing it towards Wu Le out of thin air.

Only at this time, he did not exert his full power, just to capture him, so although the Spirit Palm was prestigious, it did not contain murderous intent.

But... a shocking scene appeared! !

At the moment the spirit palm held Wu Le, blood spurted out of the latter's seven orifices at the same time.

And his head, in an instant... shattered and opened, and his body and spirit were completely diminished! !

"hiss…"

Throughout the Daoshan Mountain, there were bursts of air-conditioning sounds.

At this time, everyone looked at the corpse that fell from the sky and the standing void, and Lu Ming, who was also dumbfounded, didn't know what to say for a while.

It is indeed a matter of life and death for peers to compete.

But, Junior Brother Lu, are you... floating?

This Wu Le is indeed a casual cultivator, without clan or clan, but he is also a hundred masters of Qing Cang, and he has been famous for a long time.

Nowadays, people come to the school and have gone through three trials. They also tried to witness the strength of the clan when the six masters of the demon clan descended.

Although in the end, he was suppressed by Feng Yan, but how many people can compare with that courage and blood?

No matter how you look at it, this Wu Le is the light of righteousness and pure temperament.

It's you, Junior Brother Lu, you are so awesome, have you done the hammer early?

In the face of the Yaozu's only promise and against the Human Race Tianjiao, you have hit hard?

For a time, the mountain wind was suppressed, and the whole mountain suddenly fell into dead silence.

At this time, on the mountain road far away, Ling Xiao and Li Zhichu were walking side by side.

At this time, there was a smile on the faces of the two of them, and they talked softly and talked about Confucianism from time to time.

"Sister Li, thank you for your hospitality today. You must drink a few more glasses for the brew later."

Ling Xiao's eyes were indifferent, but her tone was gentle.

Just now, "Wu Le" transmitted the sound, and he never evaded Li Zhichu at all.

The key to this game is the contrast between Ling Xiao's openness and Lu Ming's sinister suspiciousness.

As the "party", Li Zhichu knew everything about Ling Xiao's actions.

So, you said I calculated her, is it true?

Moreover, just now Ling Xiao had used Wu Le's methods to test Lu Ming, a soul dagger that could break through ten thousand ways.

On his body, there were several different spirit power fluctuations, one of which Ling Xiao was very familiar with.

The breath of ghosts.

In other words, Lu Ming's practice is probably related to the four inheritances of ghosts, Taoism, Confucianism and Buddhism.

I said that he is the dark child of the ghost clan, do you all believe it?

In this way, it is clear why he is a young disciple from a higher education institution, so he has to do everything possible to calculate Ling Xiao?

Love, hatred, and hatred are second, and racial mission is the key.

I, Ling Xiao, the light of the right way, everyone wants to punish the demons!

"good."

Li Zhichu nodded and chuckled, but at the moment when her voice fell, she saw the void in the distance, and suddenly there was a spirit burst.

The two figures intertwined in one place, fighting each other with life and death, and the divine power filled the sky, shocking people's hearts.

Only soon, one of the figures was blown to the head and fell from the sky.

The whole process seems to be slow, but in fact it is just a short period of time.

When Li Zhichu reacted, his face was already completely pale.

At this moment, she could see that the one who was killed seemed to be Xiao Xianggong who had just communicated with the son.

And it was no one else who killed him, it was the one who had always been prejudiced against the son... Lu Ming! ! !

"not good."

On the mountain road, Ling Xiao's eyes condensed slightly, and suddenly there was a sword intent all over his body, like Hongmeng Xianhui, piercing through Cang Ming.

And his figure stepped out directly, the rhyme flowing under his feet, like a nine-day Milky Way, directly swept towards the Saint Yuan Hall where Lu Ming was.

"The son... the son..."

Li Zhichu's lips trembled lightly, and the words that had originally reached his mouth, he swallowed again.

Junior Brother Lu Ming, you...stupid! !