Chapter 571: fast!

Chapter 571: fast!

"Bragging!" Said the division easily.

Zhong Yue's eyes flickered, and she won the eyes of the battle between Feng Wuji and Prestige God, and she was also wondering, how could the cultivation of Feng Wuji improve her strength so quickly, it was simply impossible to do!

Zhong Yue's own improvement of strength can be considered fast, but compared with Feng Wuji, I am still a bit slower. The current Feng Wuji is simply a demigod, even stronger!

His mana is no less than that of God, even more magnificent than that of God, and he is almost endless.

Zhong Yue can see that although Feng Wuji has greatly increased his strength, it is because his cultivation has been promoted too quickly that he has been promoted to the level of demigod, but he cannot fully control his power.

His power is too strong and his realm is rising too fast. For others, the wind at this time is extremely terrible, but for the existence of Zhong Yue who can kill 49 heavy thunders, it is almost flawed everywhere. .

Zhong Yue also faced this situation when he got forty-nine Taohua.

One Tao flower was repaired in ten years, and the 49 Tao flower was repaired in 490 years. If he had done all these forty-nine years, he was afraid that the mana would definitely be more powerful than today's wind, but also Will be more virtual.

He gave up and chose to use 490 years of cultivation to make himself an innate spirit.

The current style of Wuji is like suddenly becoming a fat man, but the muscles are weak, there is no power to play, and it is no longer so sensitive.

So Zhong Yue said that he was vulnerable, but he was not bragging.

Feng Wuji is no longer on the same level as him. Feng Wuji pursues pure power and boundless mana, but ignores the essence of power.

What really made Zhong Yue jealous was the strange language of Feng Wuji.

As soon as that language is spoken, it turns into a terrible magical power, but it is the strongest reliance on the wind!

The sound is transformed into magical powers, but it is also common for gas refiners. For example, Shao Haozhong and Xing Chan Roar are all musical powers. And Jun Sixie is based on the piano as the soul soldier, the piano sound is a killer.

But a word can turn into a terrible magical power, with extraordinary power. And the voice is different, the magic power is also different, this kind of thing Zhong Yue has not encountered.

"What kind of exercise is this? This language doesn't seem to be a divine language for communication, but a Tao, turning the avenue into a language."

Zhong Yue frowned. After the emperor's rule of the Fire Age and the Earth Age, the universe was unified, and the languages ​​of all ethnic groups have long been unified. All the languages ​​used are divine languages, which were set by the Emperor. If each ethnic group spoke its own words, it would not be conducive to rule.

Although the gods and demons have their own languages, the divine language set by the emperor is the language common to all ethnic groups. In the Age of Earth Age, Fuxi did not overthrow the language.

The language used by Feng Wuji is not as old as any kind of divine magic. More mysterious.

"Yue Xiaozi, this is a peculiar technique called verbal dictation. The language used by the wind is the ancient divine language."

Salaried fire suddenly spoke, his voice was a little dignified, and he whispered, "This kind of divine language is only spread among innate gods. The language of innate gods is different from us. They are born in heaven, strange creatures born in heaven and earth. The Tao is the closest. So it can create this language. This little guy must have been inherited by a certain god! "

"Innate God?"

As soon as Zhong Yue's eyes lighted up, her heart suddenly gave birth to boundless fighting spirit, and she licked her lips: "The inheritance of the innate god. It must be extremely powerful. The demon saint just got a half-and-a-half line of inheritance, and then realized that the heavenly **** shines through this I will benefit a lot from waiting for the extinction. Feng Wuji's inheritance of the innate gods must be more complete and stronger than the extinct extinction of the Holy God of Light! It can collide with such extinctions ... "

"Big lion. It's better to hit the sun than to choose another day. You kill the majestic blood god, I kill the wind!"

The teacher was hard to hear, and his heart jumped, and he quickly said, "Master Zhong, I think we'd better wait for both of them to lose ..."

Suddenly Zhongyue's mental power flowed out, and he controlled the giant Kun people who were lying on his Yuanshen. The teacher was not easy to be confused. He rushed to the **** God who was endlessly fighting, secretly crying in his heart.

Zhong Yue was standing on his back, galloping and gaining momentum.

At this time, although the mighty blood God and Feng Wuji kept fighting fiercely, they both felt that two powerful momentums came from far away, and they were very arrogant.

Only the two were at war, and no one could stay prepared.

The teacher is not easy to run around, and speed is getting faster and faster. Now he ca n’t resist, he simply rushes forward with a heart, saying: “I ’m only half a step away from being a pure **** of Yuan Shen, and I do n’t have the disadvantages of the exercises Rushing past is not an opponent of Majestic Blood God, and he can't kill me! If Zhong Yue was killed without wind, it would be a great relief for me! "

Today, he has reached the peak of the old sword god, and he is stronger than the old sword god. He is still very young. No matter the physical body gods are at the highest level, the blood and blood are violent.

He came fiercely, and the momentum was in full bloom. The mane of nine heads rose up like a sword, which made the **** **** and wind uneasy.

The big lion is indeed a century-old practice to the existence of supernatural powers. At this moment, it can already threaten the demon!

Suddenly, the sea of ​​blood was so high that countless blood dragons poured out of the sea. Zhang Yawu's claws were not easy to roll to the teacher. The teacher was not easy to ignore. He swept forward, nine heads yelled, and blood dragons were shaken. Falling apart, and his speed remains the same.

"OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!"

The head of Feng Wuji's central head suddenly turned back and spit out five "fixed" words, and the space was imprisoned, and the imprisonment came from all directions, to keep the big lion from luring the demigod to them.

The teacher was not easy to be stiff, and then roared endlessly. The strength of the whole body muscles bloomed. The five loud noises were even broken by the five-fold imprisonment continuously, only less than a hundred miles away from them!

"Roar"

Nine lions roared and stood up in the midst of running, transformed into nine eight-armed god-man, with thick hair, holding eight octopole soldiers, big lion majestic, straddling hundreds of miles in a few steps, hands Eight-pole soldiers rise, sword light sword shadow, eight-pole kill array sacrifice, rolled to the mighty blood god. Furious!

"Difficult to teach!"

Feng Wuji was shocked in his heart, and then he was overjoyed again. It was not easy for the division to attack the mighty blood god, and he could not fight for a long time. Instead, he was caught by the Majestic Blood God. In the face of the storm of the gods of the ghost gods, he could only remain undefeated by speaking the words, and if the master is not easy, then Much easier!

"No. I just sensed the breath of the two strong men!"

The wind moved without fear, and suddenly fell on Shi's difficult shoulder, and saw a young man standing on Shi's difficult shoulder, with the huge lion rising and falling.

"Zhongshan's Zhongyue! It's him!"

Feng Wuji was shocked in his heart: "Why is his momentum so arrogant? It is not difficult to be a master than the master! But even if he is trained to improve his strength amazingly, it is far from my opponent. I have left him far away, and I think Catch up with me again! "

The teacher is not easy to shoulder, Zhong Yue slowly raised his palms, his five fingers and palms facing the wind.

Feng Wuji revealed a smile: "Good disciple, I once said that I can be faster than you and evil spirits. Do you want to try it now? Everything in Jianmen has been learned by me. What do you plan to use to deal with it? Me, are you comfortable with sword energy? "

Zhong Yue also showed a smile. Suddenly, there was an endless sun ray bursting in the palm of his hand, suddenly turned into a big clock in his palm.

Shao Haozhong!

The earth-shattering loud noise erupted, causing the sea of ​​blood to stir, and the wind was like drinking from the head, and was hit by the sound of a bell soaring high and falling backward!

"Seal! Seal! Seal!"

His three heads burst into drink at the same time. A heavy seal emerged, trapping the big bell, and here the clock Yue's body violently rises, with both hands raised above his head and held a heavy grip. The Yuan Magnetic God Sword emerged, and the sword shattered!

The sword has not yet fallen, and the sea of ​​blood is the first to be split. Steep and amazing!

Feng Wuji's face changed drastically, and he continued to scream: "Shield! Shield! Shield! Shield! Shield!"

One side of the shield is like the divine soldiers permeating the divine pattern, as if to be transformed into a substance, blocking the sword.

Zhong Yue was cut off with a knife, and the shield was cut on one side, and his strength finally weakened. At this moment, he suddenly closed his hand and banged his backhand into a triple confinement. He grabbed a probe, and the sun's sword exploded. Cut it down with a single blade, and the five-faced shield should crack open!

"The array ..."

Feng Wuji displayed his words and expressions. As soon as the formation was formed, the solar sword had been cut into the large array, sweeping through all lines and cutting the large array.

"Fun! Fuck! Fuck!"

Another large formation formed, trapped by the Sun God Sword, Zhong Yue gave up, seized the Yuan Magnetic God Sword, and chopped down the three major formations, and the body was already in front of the wind.

The sword light is like electricity, like light, suddenly turning up and down, flying up and down around the wind without fear, the wind keeps retreating, the three skull mouths spit out mantras, various magical powers erupt, blocking the knife light, just about to trap the sword Zhong Yue immediately let go and held another mouthful of magic knife, keeping him up and down.

"Don't you say you're fast?"

Zhong Yue suddenly grew a head around her neck, and two arms under her armpit, her body turned back and forth, turning madly, and her sword raging in a storm.

"It's faster than watching and seeing who!"

Every blade of light fell, and even the space was cut open, exposing a fleeting crack!

"It's your way of speaking or my knife is faster!"

His knife speed is getting faster and faster. Later, he can only see a beam of light. The wind is reckless, and he keeps retreating. He has a powerful and powerful mana. The two magic knives used to resist Zhong Yue did not have any chance to fight back.

Even Zhong Yue's sword was faster than his words, so that the palm of his hand could only continue to perform magical powers to resist the sword light, and his hands were dripping with blood.

"I can be faster! Can you?"

Zhong Yue burst into drink. Suddenly, four arms were born under the armpit, and the demon Yin Yang broke out, and the patterns of Tai Chi flashed, and they fell on the wind in one after another.

Hundreds of gods and yin and yang were scattered in the chest of Feng Wuji, and he couldn't help vomiting blood. Then he saw one palm printed on his three heads, making him inch by inch.

Zhong Yue's last few palms fell together, and only three sounds were heard, and his three heads were all shot by Zhong Yue into his stomach, and his chest was raised high! (To be continued.)