Chapter 108: Yanyang Fire Cloud

　　　　 Qingchao pine originally grows on extremely high mountain tops, and is bathed in the squally wind on the top of the mountain all year round, and gradually develops spirituality, attributes Sunda, and is good at controlling the wind. Pine needles grow on the tree again, with sharp edges, dry gold properties and good thorns.
After Du Wenji got the green tide pine seed, not only did he integrate the blue tide sword, he also cultivated his qi to become Sunda zhenqi, and let his four brothers, three men and one woman, all with him The same, fused with Qingchao sword.
　　Because of the power of this blue tide sword, it is most suitable for multiple people. The five members of his five yards acted together, like waves one after another when the tide surged, and the actual power was more than ten times greater than his single use.
　　 These five people made the Qingfeng tidal at the same time, and saw the five cyan hurricanes like a tidal surge, forming a vortex with the force of overwhelming mountains. The center was Yin Wanzhen who was surrounded by them.
　　 The blue color in the hurricane is because the wind contains countless green pine needles. These pine needles were all transformed by the golden aura in the spirit sword. Although each one was less than an inch long, it contained sharp aura, and every one of them galloped past, turning into a ray of green light. Countless lines of green light formed this cyan hurricane like a blue tide. As the hurricane wind hits, everything was cut to pieces.
　　 The dome and walls of the entire Yuanyang Hall were cut into pieces, exposing large gaps. The wind and snow from the outer door rushed in, and the ice sheet collapsed everywhere like a crushed eggshell, and was involved in this cyan hurricane, turning into a hovering dragon of mixed colors.
　　 Yin Wanzhen is not afraid, but a sharp light shines from his eyes. He has gone through more than ten battles over the past two decades, and he has become a habit from birth to death. In this situation, he was like a tiger licking the smell of blood, and his bloodthirsty aura surged.
　　Before everything happens, he will make careful calculations, but he can't make any plans as well as a hearty battle!
　　 He doesn't care whether the opponent is the same or the teacher. Those who block my way will die!
　　 There are strict precepts in the Jade Palace forbidding the same family. But the Chuan Gong Tower is an exception. The Pagoda is a place of tempering. For those who are tempered, there is no affection even among the same sect. Even if the fellow students talked about love today, they will come to the rivers and lakes and meet foreign disciples, even demons and ghosts, their opponents will not tell you about love.
　　 What's more, this power transmission tower is not monitored by the outer fairy tree. What happened during this, apart from the disciples present, there will no longer be any images left.
　　 "Sword of the Sun, Fire Cloud Technique!"
　　 Yin Wanzhen sat cross-legged and raised the Yanyang sword. He didn't use any secret technique at the bottom of the box, just one of the simplest fire cloud techniques.
　　 Yanyang Blaze Fern absorbed the Lihuo Spiritual Qi, which was not consistent with the Aoki True Qi in his body. But Mu can make a fire, he only needs to inject Aoki Zhenqi into the Yanyang Sword, just like pouring oil into the stove, and the fire stands up.
　　 His fire cloud technique is to mix the Lihuo Spiritual Qi in the sword with the Aoki True Qi in his body, spread them in the air, and explode suddenly, forming a huge burning cloud. The Lihuo Lingzi and Qingmu Lingzi in the cloud burned swiftly, and the temperature was enough to melt common iron. What's more terrifying is that it will burn out the oxygen in the air, and the impact of the explosion will push the surrounding air away, temporarily forming a vacuum that is enough to kill everything.
　　 Yin Wanzhen used it as a self-defense technique at this time.
　　 The combined force of the five cyan hurricanes far exceeds the bursting fire cloud. When the hurricane pressed, the hot cloud of fire was pressed back. The huge fire cloud that was originally a hundred meters in size was immediately compressed to only ten meters in size.
　　 After the fire cloud was compressed, it became even hotter. The original fiery red gradually turned into a dazzling pure white, like a small sun that makes people unable to open their eyes, and gradually even turned into a faint blue. At such a blazing high temperature, I am afraid that even the profound iron would instantly evaporate.
　　 Yin Wanzhen's fire cloud technique was not so powerful. But the five people worked together to blow the entire fire cloud into a narrow fireball less than ten feet away, and the rushing Sunda Mu Zhenqi became the fuel that the fireball constantly added, and the temperature was higher than the original fire cloud technique. I don't know how many times it is higher.
　　 But they can't expect the fireball to burn Yin Wanzhen to death. For all monks who are good at controlling fire, the body protection zhenqi can effectively resist the impact of fire aura. Coupled with the Yanyang Sword's control of Lihuo's aura, Yin Wanzhen is rarely backfired by the fire.
　　 What Du Wenji relies on is the surging dry gold air in Qingfeng. If the pine needles transformed by these Sunda wood spirits can pass through the fire cloud, Yin Wanzhen must be cut into Yin Wan pieces.
　　 Yin Wanzhen was entrenched in the center of the fireball, with a sneer of mockery on his face. These pine needles are dry gold, although sharp, but fire can overcome gold. Du Wenji relied on this, nothing more than relying on the power of the five people to act together, hoping to counteract it.
　　 Countless pine needles shot into this blue-white fire, and they ignited instantly, turning into fly ash in the blink of an eye, and they couldn't fall on him at all.
　　 But Du Wenji was not discouraged at all.
　　 "Look how long you can last!"
　　 Although the opponent's body guard Huoyun shielded the shot pine needles, the infuriating energy consumption was also very huge. And Du Wenji, they are five enemies and one, and they don't need to do all they can to maintain the current situation. As long as this Qingfeng tide continues to surround Yin Wanzhen, when his true energy is exhausted, sooner or later he will be crushed into fleshy flesh.
　　 Yin Wanzhen certainly wouldn't sit in a foolish manner and wait for death.
　　 "Sword of the Sun, Fireball!"
　　 The fiery fireball surrounded by this tornado-like hurricane suddenly spit out five small fireballs the size of three or four feet, and flew around. Judging from his intention, it seemed that he was going to directly attack the five opponents who besieged him.
　　 Du asked Ji with a cold snort and smiled: "I can't help myself!"
　　 Sure enough, these five fireballs were caught in the gale, and before they flew out a foot, they lost their strength and were swept up by the gale and went up high.
　　 In the next instant, Yin Wanzhen's body guard fire cloud quickly dimmed, like a candle in the gale, it went out instantly!
　　 Yin Wanzhen's defeat was so fast that it was a bit beyond Du Wenji's imagination. Originally, if he held it so hard, he should be able to hold it for a while. Du Wanji thought to himself that the reason why the opponent lost so quickly was probably because the fireball counterattack was too stupid.
　　 Du asked Ji without much thought, and roared:
"kill him!"
　　 Such a good opportunity, of course he can't let the old fox Yin Wanzhen have any chance to stand up.
　　 A few Zhenzuo disciples had some reservations, and they planned to use water milling skills to consume the besieged Yin Wanzhen to death. By Du Wenji's roar, everyone urged Qingfeng dynasty to the extreme. The five phases grind, and there is a harsh scream.
　　 "Die!"
Sunda wood and dry gold mixed together. Under the joint efforts of the five people, it was like a giant dragon hanging from the sky. A winch was formed on the ground. The ground where Yin Wanzhen was several feet thick was like peeled bark. It was twisted, making a deafening cracking sound, and then shattered into powder with a clatter.
　　 The ground was twisted into pieces and turned into a large hole several meters in radius, and Yin Wanzhen disappeared without a trace. If he is still there, I am afraid it will turn into powder.
　　 Yuanyang Hall no longer exists, and the entire dome has disappeared. But there are still some ruined walls around. There were many large fragments in the air that were ignited by Yin Wanzhen's residual fire, and they were still burning, burning in large chunks and falling down.
　　 "Are people shattered?" Du Wenji stared at the mess in front of him. He was faintly disturbed. Pushing Qingfeng tide to the extreme affects his spiritual consciousness. At this moment, he lost the feeling of his opponent and has not recovered.
　　 "Not good!" Du Wenji suddenly woke up, and the four Jinsuo disciples around him were also dumbfounded.
　　 Their spiritual consciousness is like the eyes dazzled by strong light, and they can only gradually recover after the recruitment. However, Yin Wanzhen's soul breath, which seemed to have disappeared, was like a ghost. With these falling embers, they scattered, causing them to throb with horror.
　　 A hot feeling came from behind Du Wenji.
　　 But after his big move, the reaction speed of both his spiritual sense and his body has been much slower.
　　 And Yin Wanzhen has been designed for a long time, like a hungry tiger rushing for food, just waiting for this blow.
　　 When he cast the fire cloud technique, he had already thought about the next move. Although the strength of the Qingfeng tide is unstoppable, but the five people are surrounded, the wind always needs an exit. For example, a strong tornado, the wind swept from all around, but needs to come out from the top.
　　 He only used one fire cloud technique to retain his strength, and the five fireballs were just a flicker. He hid himself in a fireball, still protected by fire, caught in the whirlwind, and rose with the wind. Waiting for Du Wenji and the others to finish their big moves, he quietly fell with the embers that were lit.
　　 But as long as Du Wenji recovers from the slack after the ultimate move, he will never win again.
　　He only has one chance, and he must kill the strongest Du Wenji with one move!
　　 Du Wenji only felt a fire in his chest. When he looked down, the red sword tip had pierced out of his chest. He couldn't tell whether the fiery red on the sword was the true color of the Yanyang Sword or his own blood?
　　 An aura of Aoki in the fairy tree immediately gathered ~EbookFREE.me~ seems to send him away.
　　 But he suddenly remembered that in this lock dragon formation, he cannot be teleported.
　　 Without this top-secret task suddenly explained by the master, although he would have fallen out of favor and missed the road, he would still be in his 50s. Even if there is no hope for the formation of pill, he will stay quietly in the cave and enjoy the comfort of more than 30 years without a problem.
　　 Or it’s not too late to go directly to the school and to seek wealth in the world for 20 to 30 years.
　　 Obviously, his master asked him to do this this time, not because he really felt sorry for him. He gave him another chance, but he didn't want him to stay in the gate of the mountain for nothing. He came to use waste.
　　 Du Wenji let out a long sigh, his body was destroyed, and his soul was involved in the sea of ​​karma. This uninhibited monk, who had cultivated to the top of the foundation, was still empty after all.
　　 Yin Wanzhen's sharp eyes stared at the remaining four Jinsao disciples.
　　 At the same time, Gouzhu, Song Ruhai, Mumu took turns carrying Lan Ruoshuang, looking for their way on the snow-covered hillside.
　　 This is not a cliff, but a rather steep huge snow-capped mountain, which is the top of the big silver fir tree.
　　 The Extreme Ming Palace above the top has been burned into a fire tower. And as the huge tower burned out, the fire was showing signs of extinguishing amidst the heavy snow.
　　 Although the road on this mountain is covered by heavy snow and is surprisingly dangerous, it is always better than a tree trunk that is completely cliff. However, Gouzhu and the others have been here for a long time, but they can't get out.
　　 There were several strong spiritual fluctuations from the top of the palace, and it was obvious that the fighting was going on. This kind of fierce fighting is not something they can participate in, and the heart of a pig is like a raging fire, and they just want to leave as soon as possible.
　　 But the simple and clear road in front of me is like a moat. I can't go there.