Chapter 764: Sixty eight

Chapter 764 Chapter 68: Wu Shengshan first hob meat
The martial arts of the human race were originally created by imitating the fighting methods of monsters. Even the first Tuna learned the skills used by the tree elves and wood demon to huff and vomit the spirit of the world, and the physical skills are naturally no exception.
If the enlightenment of Jin Jin is the ape monster, then Soft Jin and An Jin are vertebrate monsters such as dragons, dragons, snakes, and pythons.
And Yunlong's status is undoubtedly the most superior monster in the discipline of softness. Just like Bu Lin said, no matter how strong Tang Luo is, there is no chance of winning against these six Yunlong.
But the physical skill is not good, it does not mean that Tang Luo has no other means. Facing the six fierce beasts with the dragon head anger and sharp dragon teeth, Tang Luo stretched out his right hand to prop up the Yin Yang roller.
The huge black and white grinding disc stirred the chaos, and the six dragon shadows were caught in the crush before they even struggled. The two gods rolled, and the six cloud dragons were twisted into the most basic spiritual element between the heavens and the earth. They are known as highly resilient. The dragon soul was completely annihilated and turned into a pure primordial power to feed Tang Luo back.
"The congenital yin and yang millstone has actually reappeared in the world!"
The three great masters who had already come to the side of the ring saw the Grinding Shadow appearing in Tang Luo's hands and looked at each other solemnly, their pupils full of horror.
I thought it was just a Taoist body with innate ambiguity, but now it seems that the facts far exceed everyone's imagination. Thinking of the intoxication committed by the last man with this magical power, the three great masters couldn't help but shudder.
Tang Luo didn't know what the three great masters in the audience were thinking. After crushing the six Yunlong dragons, he didn't even hesitate, so he attacked Bu Lin.
Bu Lin, who was injured because of the loss of six dragon souls, was in the pain of tearing his soul, and his whole body seemed to be paralyzed. He could not respond effectively. He could only watch Tang Luo approach step by step. The fist with the sound of dragon chanting and tiger roaring magnified in his eyes.
"Boom! Boom!"
A huge icicle suddenly rose up in front of Tang Luo who was in progress. The punch that should have smashed Bulin's facial features was blocked, but it blasted on the upper edge of the profound ice, breaking the icicle.
Tang Luo, who was blocked from the offensive, stood up and turned around to look at a great grandmaster with cranes and white eyebrows below the stage, and said lightly: "Since the grandmaster has intervened, is this ring a winner?"
Although it was a bit uncomfortable not to smash Bu Lin's face with a punch, Tang Luo knew in his heart that it was still unrealistic to have three great masters watching and wanting to vent their emotions unobstructed.
The grandmaster with the crane hair and white eyebrows waved his hand to disperse the icicles on the ring, and sighed towards Tang Luo: "The little friend is not only a master of cultivation, but also a great supernatural power with the innate grinding of the two rites. This arena battle is yours. Won."
The other two great masters also nodded. With their eyesight, it was natural to see that Bu Lin was just in the pain of tearing his soul, and he was unable to withstand Tang Luo's punch. If he left it alone, Bu Lin might be shocked. To hurt Shihai, the timing of my friend's shot was just right. There was no objection to the result of this ring. Just as he was about to grant the ring, he heard a roar from the ring.
"What nonsense the old thing said!"
It was Bu Lin who had recovered from his pain and pointed to the grand master with the crane hair and white eyebrows below the stage and yelled: "What kind of hand is inserted indiscriminately? Can Lord Lin not be able to bear this kid's punch? Lost, shit!"
Although I have long heard of the temperament of the son of Qilin Mountain, I still didn't expect to be so surly. He is really not as well-known as meeting. The great master with crane hair and white eyebrows coldly snorted, and threw the stamp to Tang Luo, and turned into a piece. The ice crystal disappeared and shattered, and the other two great masters also glanced at Bu Lin on the stage, shook their heads disappointedly, and disappeared on the edge of the ring.
"Hey! Don't go, don't you see that this man just used Liangyi to grind? Don't you catch him!?"
Perhaps it was because he was accustomed to arrogantly on Qilin Mountain, Bu Lin couldn't think that the three great masters would be so shameless, and just left.
Although his mouth was so good that the outcome was unclear, after two battles, he already knew clearly that Tang Luo, who had a yin and yang crush and suppressed himself in physical skills, had no chance to win at all.
If Shi Jiyun's awakened Soul Eater power was aimed at the top bloodline of the Divine Soul, then Liangyi Grind was the top supernatural power aimed at the Divine Soul.
The dragon spirit bloodline who casts the soul with the simulating method is naturally extremely powerful, but Tang Luo possesses the magical powers to firmly restrain him, let alone fight one more game, he has no chance to win even in ten games.
The prince of the family named Tang Luo in front of him will become his life's nightmare, so this person must die. Because of the supernatural power of the two instruments, it was a capital crime!
Bu Lin sneered and threatened Tang Luo: "Don't think that the killing of the six dragon souls of Lord Lin is the only thing to do. Just wash your neck and wait!"
"I'm really curious, the three great masters are not there, who gave you the courage to speak loudly to me!?"
Tang Luozheng collected the Leiyin, and after hearing Bu Lin's words, he was eager to rush.
But before Tang Luo approached, dozens of people stood in the middle of the ring, and they looked like the arbitrators stranded on the platform.
Standing at the forefront of the queue, Yiwei persuaded Tang Luo: "Master Tang, at this time the winner is already divided. If you still want to attack Master Lin, you will provoke Qilin Mountain. I and the arbitrator will never sit idly by. I hope you think twice before you act, don't make mistakes!"
"Heh, is this your dependence?"
Tang Luo resisted his figure and did not rush into the battle. He turned to Bu Lin, who was shrunk behind the crowd, and said contemptuously: "The coward who only dared to hide behind his men barking dogs really tarnished the first-grade dragon spirit bloodline."
Exciting generals has always been an all-inclusive magic weapon for warriors of noble origin, but when encountering a surly character, the effect is not good.
Not only was Bu Lin not provoked, but he took a proud step back, as if he was satisfied with the appearance of the arbitrator Ji, and said proudly to Tang Luo: "This is the noble-born Lord Lin and your mud legs. The biggest difference, Lao Tzu is Qilin Mountain Daozi, what are you? Even if you can win Lao Tzu by chance, you can only bow your head in the face of Wu Shengshan's power! Believe it or not, as long as you speak, your Xiling Tang family will be instantaneous. Will it fall apart? This is power, you mud legs, know a ball!"
Power is power, whether it comes from oneself or power.
If you can't beat it, you still want to beat it hard? Sorry, there is no such item in Wu Shengshan's inheritance. Bu Lin doesn't feel ashamed of standing behind his hands. If it weren't for the right to direct the arbitrators, he would like to order these arbitrators to kill Tang Luo.
"Oh, it's really real." Tang Luo looked at Bu Lin hiding at the end of the team and blessed: "I really hope you can become the Holy Master of Wu Shengshan in the future."
(End of this chapter)