Chapter 1003: have equal shares

　　 Above the sky, Ouyang Ming's center of gravity sank, and invisible air waves swept through.
　　Golden spiritual power surge, Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter volley one finger, coldly said: "Stone cone technique!"
The voice did not fall, the red tassel under the spearpoint shook like a tide, with Ouyang Ming as the core, within a hundred feet, all the yellow sand bumped up and down, if it was pulled by an invisible force, the spiritual force condensed the sand Together, the intention is not scattered.
　　Because of the 50% increase in blood spear dragon slaughter spells, it becomes extremely scary.
　　 "Ning!" Ouyang Ming's spear pointed forward, and suddenly, numerous stone cones formed by sand flew up.
　　 keeps spinning, looking from a distance, like a figure around him, a stone cone flowing, like the power of the sky.
"Huh, it turned out to be a spellcaster. No wonder it's so arrogant. But that's not enough." Ji Haoran's eyes are even more interesting, and looking at Ouyang Ming is like looking at a fresh prey, the more the prey is Struggling, while beheading. The stronger his inner pleasure is.
　　 saw that his palm was raised, a flash of red awn flashed in the palm of his hand, coldly said: "Blood Cloud Palm!"
The sound just fell, and fluttered out, and a huge palm appeared out of thin air. Every streak on it was very clear. It seemed to be able to draw its mind into it, and a circle of blood cloud wrapped around the palm. Spin.
　　 "Boom..." Qi Jin collided before Reiki.
　　 Where there were explosions, countless palpitations appeared in the space.
　　 The big hand collided with the array, a loud noise, the world roared, and an invisible wave of air turned back.
But this stalemate situation lasted only two breaths, and the array made of stone cones began to break, and countless stone cones scattered into fine yellow sand, falling from the sky, like this sky and earth. In the event of Huang Shayu, if only this is the case, even the entire array has a sign of impending collapse.
　　 Ji Haoran glanced at Ouyang Ming lightly, seeming to laugh.
　　 But even so, Ouyang Ming still looks calm and unscathed.
　　 The spear in his hand was a little more, and he pushed outward, and said softly: "Hey!"
　　 The voice just fell, and the stone cone rotating within the array condensed towards the center with this big hand as the center. How much sand is there in the desert? It can be described as endless, as much as there are sand cones. It was like a rainstorm hitting pear blossoms, with a magnificent momentum, directly submerged this big hand.
　　Ouyang Ming raised his left hand, closed it inwards, and squeezed gently, coldly said: "Sand Burial!"
　　The sound has not dissipated. The stone cone collapsed and contracted a little bit in the middle, creating a strong squeezing force.
　　 This scene finally made Ji Haoran frown, opened his mouth, and exhaled gently, saying: "Explode!"
　　 "Boom..." I saw that the palm of the condensed air blasted away, generating a force of destruction that shattered all of the stone cone.
　　The battle between the two was almost to the extreme. Seeing the splits, they were almost between electro-optical flints, but every time they attempted to conceal their killing opportunities, as long as one move was inadvertent, they would suffer a violent and continuous blow.
　　 But the two of them, the control of the fighting rhythm is between Bo Zhong, which made a split situation.
　　 Of course, if you really want to separate the superiors, Ouyang Ming won the half-style, after all, he is only a high-level spirit, and the other is the peak of the spirit.
　　The yellow sand spread out, and the world returned to calm.
　　 Everyone outside the light curtain was just like a ghost. The previous mockery was ridiculous. At this moment, his face was full of surprise. There was only one thought left in my heart, that is, how is this possible? A high-level spirit was even at the top with a spirit, and this is not the peak of the general spirit, but Ji Ji Daozi, Ji Haoran, who possessed the qualification of a generation.
　　 The burial sword's face is complicated. When I think of my thoughts, my face feels hot and painful.
　　 Did you look down on such a genius? This is a character who can compete with Daozi!
　　 More importantly, he had dealt with Ji Haoran and had suffered a loss in his hands, so it was clear how hard this person was.
He Jian exchanged a look with Jiang Yingrong, and after taking a breath, he said: "Jiang shopkeeper, congratulations. Once the Jiang family can help this, he is not upset. Brother Yu only needs to step into the pinnacle of the spirit, except Daozi. Besides, no one can stop him."
Jiang Yingrong's eyes glowed with splendour, her long thin fingers rubbing the perfect collarbone, and the voice replied: "Elder He said this, but you are the guardian elders of the Jiang family, just..." She frowned slightly, as if a little bit Puzzled.
　　 "Just what?" He Jian Chuanyin asked.
　　 "This time I saw Brother Yu performing Stone Cone Technique, I always feel that this spell seems to be much stronger than the last time." She groaned a little and said the doubts in her heart.
"Well, last time, when we were out, Brother Yu stepped into the meticulous and intimate realm of mind and soul, and wanted to come here." He Jian did not tell the news of Hui Jianfeng, and answered subtly. This question.
"That would be the case. I entered the realm of mind and soul, and pushed the spiritual strength to the limit." She replied, and even so, deep in her heart, she still didn't like Ouyang Ming. After all, Ji Haoran was in Daxu The reputation is too great, is there anyone under the prestige?
　　But the two of them only guessed one reason correctly. The other reason was that the skull devoured the bone dragon, and the spiritual force fed itself back, which directly increased Ouyang Ming's spiritual strength by 20%.
The wind in the desert was very sultry, rolling Ji Haoran's sleeves, he looked at Ouyang Ming with a scrutiny, and said with a smile: "It's a bit interesting, if you block me again, I put your name on the testimony monument I moved a few people forward, but this was an opportunity that no one could ask for." He waved his sleeve forward, his face casual.
　　Ouyang Ming shook his head involuntarily, without any slight waves on his face.
The red mansions above the blood gun dragon slaughter, pressing from top to bottom, said coldly: "Take my spiritual power to give Huangsha spiritual read, gather!" This voice contains the domineering idea Meaning. I said, give Huangsha Lingnian, then give Huangsha Lingnian. Even if it is heaven, there is no resistance, there is actually a domineering and awe-inspiring way that can be said in the world.
　　After all, the essence of the dragon clan is overbearing, and the idea is the top secret method of the dragon clan.
　　 When this voice swept towards the eight directions, countless cold winds whimpered, like a lone wolf crying the moon, a ghost crying the grave.
　　 Just like something beyond cognition is about to appear, at the same time, Ouyang Ming visualizes the bone dragon in the spiritual world, condenses his inexhaustible god, and gathers his immortality.
　　Blood Gun Dragon Tu suddenly pushed outward, within a short time, within a hundred feet, the yellow sand flowed like a stream of water, as if there was a powerful creature swimming in the yellow sand.
　　Ouyang Ming looked down, his eyes showed strange colors, and said coldly: "I said that the yellow sand is like a sea, I said that sand can turn the dragon, get up!"
The voice did not fall, a bone dragon formed by Huangsha broke out of the yellow sand, breathing magnificently, scrolling all directions, even this piece of space vibrated, and after a long roar, Ji Hao Ran went straight away .
　　 This salon not only has the idea of ​​the dragon, but also has the soul of the dragon.
　　 Seeing this shocking picture, even Ji Haoran felt a little dazed, not because of strength, but because of the fear of the dragons in the bones of the Daxu indigenous people.
　　Forcibly suppressed this idea, his eyes were fixed, his hands were interlaced, and almost turned into a residual image, which was continuously shot in the sky, and palm shadows were condensed in front of him, and he said with a cold voice: "Blood clouds are turning!"
　　 The voice did not fall, the right hand pushed outwards, and the left hand lifted from bottom to top.
　　Countless palms grow up against the wind, and there is a feeling of covering the sky and the sun. The blood shines half of the sky into red, and the wind is pressed down.
　　 Not only that, but under this yellow sand, there seemed to be a bigger palm print, which lifted the yellow sand up to ten feet high.
　　 At this time, if someone looks down from the sky, they will be speechless in surprise. I saw a bone dragon made of yellow sand collide away from east to west, each heel bone is lifelike, and the spirit and air are stripped at the same time, forming a dappled color that is difficult to describe.
　　 And on the other side, countless handprints joined together, with the ups and downs of the momentum, rolled up the yellow sand ten feet, and it came in a flash.
　　 "Bang..." This sound is like the sky, the bone dragon and the palm print collapse at the same time, and what is visible to the naked eye is filled with yellow sand. A black awn that is visible to the naked eye sweeps all directions, and it is just the qi wave set off from the periphery. Even if it is a high-level spiritual practitioner, it will be turbulent when it is touched, and it is at the core of the collision. It is like exploding shrapnel with powerful kinetic energy, so that the spirits must deal with it with care.
　　 Yellow sand hits the light curtain like raindrops, and there are countless violent and extreme ripples that seem to tear the light curtain at any time.
　　 This scene makes everyone feel horrified~EbookFREE.me~ secretly, this is the level of Daozi's combat power, is it too terrifying? The peak of ordinary spirits is in front of them, and there is no power to fight back at all.
　　Especially thinking of one of the only high-level spirits, the horror in my heart immediately turned into fear.
　　Jiang Yingrong withdrew his gaze from Huangsha, with an eager look on his face, looking at He Jian, saying: "Elder He, who won?"
　　 "Both are characters of Daozi level, this level of moves can't tell the difference." He Jian looked to Huang Sha, his eyes were as deep as the sea.
"Hiss...what kind of move can't be separated?" Jiang Yingrong's pupil shrank sharply. She was the pinnacle of the spirit, and she was a figure of Tianjiao class, but compared with Daozi, the difference was still too far. .
　　 Dao Zi only Dao Zi can resist!
　　The yellow sand spread out, and the world returned to calm.
　　Ji Haoran no longer has the previous randomness, instead it is dignified, the body is not inspired by the air, it is as smooth as it is, and he dare not dare to move.
　　 Instead, Ouyang was obviously more casual, with long hair swaying behind the wind, his clothes were not messy, his face was all domineering, the purple air above his head was empty, and there was a dragon and tiger competing.
　　He took a step forward with his right foot, followed by his left foot, and his voice was very cold: "Aren't you going to kill me? Come on!"...
　　
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