Chapter 609: Wind of Recovery, Uncle Feng is coming!
Chapter 609 Wind of Recovery, Uncle Feng is coming!
"What other means do you have?" Lin Yang shouted in a deep voice, his eyes were burning with flames, which shocked everyone.
A young man who is only twenty years old can destroy an eighth-rank formation so easily.
Such strength is simply unbelievable.
Mo Qingkuang's strength has already exceeded ordinary people's expectations. There are two eighth-rank spiritual formations and three seventh-rank spiritual formations, and they are all arranged for Lin Yang to restrain their attributes.
With such a configuration, it is more than enough to kill a Martial Emperor.
But in front of Lin Yang, there was no power to fight back, everything was destroyed!
In the previous talent competition, it was the most outstanding one, the one that achieved several saints, but the finals still failed to reach the fierceness and strength of Mo Qingkuang and Lin Yang.
"The defeat is already settled..." The Great Sage Pingtian sighed.
Lin Yang is really too strong. At this moment, Mo Qingkuang looks sluggish and his breath is disordered. It is already difficult to resist effectively.
Even if an effective resistance can be organized, it may not last long in Lin Yang's hands.
"Monkey King, Mo Qingkuang has performed very well. In the past, he must be the undisputed number one!"
Seeing Mo Fan's astonished eyes and ugly expression, the Strange Gold Saint has already begun to comfort Mo Fan.
Almost no one believed that Mo frivolous still had a chance to come back!
Only Mo Fan.
He came back to his senses, instead of being disappointed, he smiled mysteriously: "I don't think so."
The medicine sage under the ring heard him say this, thought he was unwilling to admit defeat, stroked his beard and said mockingly: "Mo Fan, at this time, are you still unwilling to admit defeat?"
"I admit that your level of training is indeed extraordinary. It is really not easy for a waste like Mo frivolous to come to this day!"
"My master and apprentice have been suppressed by you all these years, which shows that you have some skills."
"But Lin Yang is destined to be the brightest star in this era, and he will reach the peak of Tianhan Continent. We will be the final victors!"
Mo Fan looked at him coldly when he heard the words, his eyes seemed to be looking at the dead bones in the tomb, not like looking at a living person.
The Medicine Sage was a little horrified by his eyes, thinking that Mo Fan was a little out of breath, and wanted to do it in a hurry.
Secretly prepared, as soon as Mo Fan made a move, he quickly dispatched to save Lin Yang and kill Mo Fan at the same time, in order to repay the resentment that had suppressed him and Lin Yang all these years.
Now that he is a seventh-rank Martial Saint, even without Hell Demon Flame, his self-confidence is not something a peak Martial Emperor like Mo Fan can handle.
Mo Fan ignored him when he saw that he looked like an enemy.
Instead, he said to Mo Qingkuang, who had already fallen into an absolute disadvantage in the ring: "Qiankuang, let's do it."
Everyone didn't understand what he meant by this sentence. Could it be that Mo Fan has prepared a backup for Mo frivolous?
But what kind of backhand can counter Lin Yang in this state?
But when Mo Qingkuang heard what Mo Fan said, there was a flash of excitement in his heart. It seemed that the provocation and sarcasm of the medicine sage completely angered the ancestors.
Since this is the case, I will not hold back!
I saw him slowly closing his eyes and spreading his arms, and the breeze gusted between the world and the earth for a moment, which made people feel comfortable.
Everyone was surprised to find that the scorched black burns on Mo Qingkuang's body caused by the backlash of the formation had recovered rapidly at this moment at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, Mo's frivolous and sluggish breath gradually recovered, and his momentum began to climb.
There are thunderbolts across the sky from time to time, accompanied by a gentle breeze, which makes people feel a weird feeling.
Seeing this, Lin Yang felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
Mo frivolously acted strangely, which made him feel that something uncontrollable was about to happen.
In order to avoid long nights and dreams, Lin Yang strode forward, punching out with both fists, and chose to kill Mo frivolous as soon as possible!
The huge fist was burning with raging flames, and Lin Yang's body was radiant with golden light and black flames were astonishing, just like a demon **** was angry!
This punch gathered all the strength of his whole body, and it was the strongest blow in his life!
Even a martial artist might have to avoid this punch.
All the martial sages were even more shocked when they saw this, Lin Yang can still unleash such a powerful offensive, don't be frivolous and dangerous!
But Mo Qingkuang in mid-air did not dodge or dodge, he didn't even raise his eyes to look at Lin Yang's fist, but closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something with his heart!
"Ah—" Lin Yang roared, punched out, and went straight to Mo frivolous.
But when it was about to fall on Mo Qingkuang, he was bounced away by a breeze!
It was just a breeze, without the force of violent tearing, but Lin Yang felt like hitting a ball of cotton.
Then there was an astonishing elastic feedback. Lin Yang's body bounced back uncontrollably and flew backwards. He turned several somersaults in mid-air and slid tens of feet on the ground before he stopped.
Lin Yang looked horrified, looked at Mo frivolously in mid-air and exclaimed: "What are you?"
Mo frivolously ignored him, and his momentum continued to rise!
Fourth-rank Martial King, fifth-rank Martial King...
Soon, he reached the peak of Martial Emperor on par with Lin Yang!
it's not finished yet!
Behind Mo Frivolous, a phantom appeared. It was an old man with white beard, holding a wheel in his left hand and a grate in his right hand, like a fan wheel.
The old man did not resemble Mo's frivolous appearance, his beard and hair were all white, and he looked like a fairy.
It looks much more illusory than Lin Yang's Yanshen phantom.
The old man has a pleasant face, the wheel is swinging, and there is a gentle breeze blowing, which makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally. Some saints even feel that some old wounds in their bodies are recovering!
Looking at the old man's expression was even more shocking!
They are all top experts, and their feelings are different from ordinary people!
In their eyes, this old man, who looked pleasant and harmless to humans and animals, actually descended like a god, tall and majestic!
All raised a heart palpitation that they dare not match.
Even the Great Sage of Pingtian and the Sage of Hanhai who stand on the top of the continent are the same.
Such heart palpitations did not appear when seeing Lin Yang's Yanshen phantom.
Finally, the long-time Great Sage Pingtian thought carefully for a while, and exclaimed with some uncertainty: "The wind of recovery, Uncle Feng!"
All the saints were shocked, this old man was actually the true **** Feng Bo in ancient legends!
It is rumored that Feng Bo is the true **** of ancient times, good and evil are unknown!
Assist Thunder God and Rain Master at good times to help all things grow, and spring is warm and flowers bloom, which is the wind of recovery.
Evil is the passing of a hurricane, leaving no houses, extinction of people, and destruction of livestock and rice fields, also known as the wind of destruction,
Therefore, Feng Bo is sometimes called the fierce god.
But there is no doubt that Feng Bo is a powerful deity, at least in Tianhan Continent, it is an existence that no martial saint can match.
Perhaps only the legendary Valkyrie Realm can compete with it.
No one expected that Mo Qingkuang could actually summon Feng Bo Xuying.
The already clear situation suddenly changed at this moment!
Don't be frivolous and hang up...
(end of this chapter)