Chapter 78: : the flesh source

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"Hey!" A loud noise that surpassed before, like a thunder in the ground, spread across the sky, causing the surrounding walls to be rumbling.
The huge open sky axe and the huge swordsmanship, and then suddenly violently collided in the void, bursting out a very strong and dazzling light, flashing away, the core of the method of collision, once again set off The storm of the law.
The strong storm, the moment formed a strong air wave, set off the trend of the mountains and the sea, the layers spread four times, wherever the ancient trees and trees are instantly transformed into powder, the stones are broken, and countless gravel is directly Was rolled up in the sky.
In the collision, the huge open cloud axe, first collapsed, and smashed the fragments of the numerous flying shots, and the huge swordsmanship, in the collision, is also constantly cracking. After insisting on a few breaths, it ended up... collapsed and dissipated.
With the help of the heart and blood, Zhang Qing forced the cohesion to open the sky and axe. He himself was greatly rebelled, and immediately fell into a state of weakness. Then he was directly formed by the strong storm of the storm. Shooting.
His whole person instantly resembled a fallen leaf, and was swept up by a powerful air wave. Finally, he slammed directly on the rock wall above the Dongfu, and then the rock wall produced a huge crack. It slipped and fell heavily on the ground in front of Dongfu.
The Qingxuezong youth, this time in the storm of the technique, was opened with a powerful force, and the life shocked back dozens of steps.
In his eyes, he looked at Zhang Qing, who was crawling in front of Dongfu. It seemed that he did not expect that the guy in the middle of the nine-layered spirit had even broken the boat in the second stroke, and despite such a rebellion, he broke out such a powerful blow.
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In Dongfu, with the accumulation of vitality in Leiyang, all the vitality in his body gradually formed a wave of unique fluctuations, like the rising tide of the sea, which formed a continuous wave in the body.
The vitality of the wave of the whole body, so that the entire human skin surface of Leiyang can clearly see the ripples of this vital wave, and as the wave of life becomes stronger, his entire skin color gradually becomes red.
The vitality wave finally rushed to the position of his chest, where a center of wave convergence was formed, and all the vital waves of the last limbs rushed there, as if there was a strong barrier there. Once this barrier collapses, it is the time when Leiyang broke through.
However, at this more critical moment, Lei Yang suddenly felt outside the Dongfu, and there were amazing fluctuations in the technique.
Judging from the strength of the fluctuations of this technique, he immediately knew that Zhang Qing had encountered a strong opponent. He was anxious in his heart, but he couldn’t help but refine the dragon. It seemed that the key moment had reached the moment, so that he could not move at all.
Anxiously, he just released a glimpse of the spirit, explored the situation outside the hole, and immediately suffered a great counter-attack, because of a moment of distraction, spewed a large mouth of blood.
He had to hurry to recover the spirit and forcibly calm down.
However, this view just happened to see Zhang Qing being violently stormed by the intense technique, and when he squirted blood in a flash, his heart suddenly burst into anger.
Although he and Zhang Qing have known each other for a few days, the friendship between the two, after a few days of continuous cooperation, has long been the simple cooperation of the day, but has become a brother of suffering in the true sense.
In addition, Zhang Qing, in order to protect him from the moment, not only did not escape, but instead struggled with the opponents in general, so that he had a life of friendship.
Leiyang is a person who is empathetic and righteous. At this moment, he sees his brother injured and the situation is in crisis. He has already taken care of the consequences. He even bowed his head and smothered the little dragon fruit that was left in the mouth.
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Outside the Dongfu, on the ground of the hole, Zhang Qing was weakly crawling on the ground.
The blood that he spurted out of his mouth, at this time, the long gown of the ink flowing on his chest was dyed with a bright red color. However, his mouth was slowly picking up a smile, faintly said: "Ha ha, half step Lingyuan, but that's it!"
The young man looked at Zhang Qing coldly at the moment, and he was also amazed in his heart. He was a genuine source of strength, but he only cultivated himself in order to enter the secret.
He once proud of the "green snow-shaped sword", has long been famous in the Zong, can be described as the spiritual source below, no disadvantage, can easily defeat the enemy hundreds of steps.
Although I am self-cultivating, I am still in the realm of half-step spirituality. It can be said that it is easy to kill the aura.
However, at this time, facing a small monk in the middle of the nine-layered aura, in the face of many younger brothers and sisters, he was repeatedly dismissed twice by the other party. Although the other party was not injured, he was not killed. This made him Unable to receive, I feel very angry, who knows that Zhang Qing sneered in this moment, and made a remark, so that he suddenly angered him.
The young man screamed in anger, and the ancient green sword that had been behind him was suddenly flying out, grabbed by his left hand, and his right hand pressed over the hilt and suddenly pulled it out.
The Qingjian scabbard and the blade seem to be very primitive. After it can be extracted, the glare of the brilliance is erupted in an instant. The sword of the savage and overbearing in the light is more intense, and when people look at it, there is a kind of sweat. A chilling feeling.
"Hey! Ignorance of idiots, since you are eager to find death, then Xie will be perfect!" The young man snorted, his right hand throwing the sharp green sword to the void in front of him, oh, The green sword brakes turned into a number of swords.
Each of the swords and shadows exudes a fierce mang, and at the same time, it sends out the sound of the swords and sounds of the vibrating hairs. Weng Mingzhong has been constantly rotating, forming a sword storm that counts to the shadow of the swords and shadows, and immediately descends toward Zhang Qingyu.
The Qingjian is a powerful magic weapon. At this moment, it was strengthened by the strong cultivation of the young man. The formation of the sword storm is strong. It is afraid that in a certain sense, it has surpassed the half-step spiritual source and formed an infinite A blow to the real source.
The sword shadow storm, the terrifying Weng Ming roar, like a monster's screaming mouth, all the way to pick up the earth-shattering momentum, swallowed toward Zhang Qing, wherever he passed, even if nothing seems to have issued a "咔咔" Lightly rang.
The strength of this trick can be seen, but it can be seen that the young man hates Zhang Qing at this moment.
Zhang Qing was extremely hurt. He didn't have the slightest effort to fight back at the moment, but he still smiled and looked at the young man who had already seen him in front.
Even though the death crisis felt in his heart at this moment has reached the extreme, but he still struggled to stand up, endure the heavy injury, constantly squirting blood, but also the body is straight and kept in the hole.
Zhang Qing was originally a person who was very afraid of death. But at the moment, I don’t know why, but his heart has raised a kind of iron meaning. Knowing that the powerful sword storm, once approached, he will be smashed in an instant, and there will be no bones, but there is no fear on his face.
Seeing the sword storm, with the powerful momentum of Weng Mingfang, gradually enlarged in Zhang Qing’s pupil, he suddenly smiled openly. In the smile, he even whispered:
Lei brother, can’t help, I am afraid that I can no longer protect you for you!"
Even after this smile, he suddenly had a decisive intention in his eyes, and even desperately slammed into the sword storm that went straight to him.
It is a kind of blood in a man's bones. It is a transcendental look at life and death. It is a kind of life and death for the brothers and sisters.
Zhang Qing’s desperate move, even after the Jianying storm, the Qingxue youth, who had a red face and red eyes, suddenly became one of them.
However, at the moment when the Jianying Storm was about to contact Zhang Qing, the youth of Qingxue was one of the moments. In the Dongfu, after Leiyang swallowed up the remaining dragon heart, the majestic life suddenly turned into a big wave. With the anger of the whole body, the fierce volume rolled to the chest.
"boom!"
With a loud noise that surpassed the thunder, the body exploded in Leiyang, and the invisible barrier that had been strong at the chest was suddenly collapsed under the powerful impact.
In an instant, an invisible storm swept through the caves, and the majestic life like the tides caused the rapid changes in Lei’s body. In his body, it seemed to suddenly open another door. At the same time, the whole person is faint and light, and the power is like a madness that is endless, the blood is soaring, the body is getting stronger again... and so on!
Leiyang whole person, the whole body instantly red, like a red iron, the body temperature is so scary, so that the vainness around him is "sweet" white smoke, but all this, he now has no half-hearted mood to pay attention to .
The most important thing is that after the loud noise in his body, he found that he was able to move. In anxious, he did not hesitate, his feet slammed on the ground, and the whole man rushed out to the outside of the cave.
The strength of this step directly leads to the hard rocky ground in the cave, and there are countless huge cracks spreading in an instant. His whole person, directly, a red lightning, and the sly appeared outside the Dongfu.
Just at the moment when Zhang Qing and the Jianying Storm are about to touch, at the moment when the Qingxuezong youth is one of them, Leiyang's whole person is like a red lightning, with an incredible speed, and then arrives.
In his left hand, Zhang Qing slammed it behind him, while his right hand clenched his fist. The shot was a thunderbolt that cost no price.
With the thunder and thunder of the first thunder, the bang came out, and suddenly a huge fist, with the sound of the thunder of Weng Ming, whistling, and suddenly hit with the sword storm.
"boom!"
In the gray world, there was a shocking sound and a roar.
I saw the sword and shadow storm that was previously incomparably strong. Under the thunderbolt of Leiyang, there was a crack in an instant. After a few breaths, it collapsed and collapsed. The Qingjian magic weapon hidden in it was even more directly poured. Flying out, the sound of "铿" deeply penetrated into the mountainside of a mountain.
However, Lei Yang’s boxing shadow, although there is a crack, can still be reduced, and straight to the shadow of the shadow storm, the young people who are coming at speed, even the strong fluctuations formed by the collision, is also a moment Push him away.
The young man suddenly raised a strong sense of sorrow. It was really that this happened too fast. The situation that had formed a murder on the other side was actually a slight pause in his own eyes. A terrible reversal.
Not only did the previous absolute advantage reverse, but the coming broken fist shadow even made the bottom of the heart rise to a sense of danger.
He didn't hesitate, and the crisis broke out in his heart. He suddenly stopped the moving figure, and instantly flew back and flew back. He continued to make a defensive seal in front of him, playing a layer of swords. Sword shield.
At this moment, he really did not dare to have a slight contempt, because he felt a strong sense of oppression on the huge fist of the coming.
This feeling is not unfamiliar to him. It is the breath of the direct breakthrough of the monk after the blood of the monk reaches a certain limit. It is the breath of the flesh.
When I think about it, his eyes are more horrified, and the brain is uncontrollable and exclaimed: "Heaven, the flesh!"
(To be continued)