Chapter 1015

What is misfortune, what is grief.

Jia Ming's mouth was spouting blood, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't know what was going on.

All he knew was that as soon as he rushed past, his strength suddenly disappeared.

It's like an area suddenly appeared between heaven and earth without any power. As soon as you rush in, your vigorous strength will suddenly disappear.

Then there is the fist of wind rest, which falls down.

The power of boxing is also unexpectedly strong.

Like a landslide, like a tsunami. The force of the heaven immediately blows Jia Ming's whole body to bleed, and his chest is sunken.

He wanted to hide, but he found that he could not use his vigorous strength.

If he wanted to block it, he found that he could not block any fist when the wind rested like the fist falling from the rain.

The sound of brittle bones breaking, one after another.

Seeing Jia Ming will be beaten to death on the spot. Suddenly, the strong light on Jia Ming's body flashed. It was a formation that dragged him away.

At the same time, a large array blocked the fist of wind rest.

This is obviously the alchemist's Dharma decision. At the critical moment, it was his magic weapon that saved his life.

Poof. Puff.

Jia Ming's blood is gushing, and there is no place in his whole body.

This is different from what he originally thought. Why is the "Shenhuo emperor" so strong.

Such measures have surpassed Zuo Yundong, who just competed with Lu Fan.

Even Zuo Yundong with Yan luojian can't seem to compare with the man in front of him.

"Strange."

Jia Ming said, biting his teeth.

In the face of such magical means as wind rest, all he could think of were these two words.

On Hongqiao, Sansheng's face suddenly became extremely shocked.

"What I saw. This boy, unexpectedly, has become a Taoist priest. "

Chaos wusheng is the first one to make a sound. His face suddenly sinks. Looking at the wind and taking a rest, I saw the enemy's face exposed.

Compared with Jia Ming's pretending to be Lu Fan's identity, there is more opportunity to kill.

"The remaining evils of jiuxiao gate."

The eyes of the world's saints are cold.

Even as the three saints, they didn't master such skills.

The whole world, only that has disappeared in the history of jiuxiaomen, this means.

The eight Fang Qian Sheng sighed a long time and said: "the wild fire is endless, and the spring wind blows again. I knew that it was impossible for such a big school to eradicate completely. The destruction of daozang scroll actually inherits someone. So the palm of the gas reservoir is heaven. The divine power of Musashi scroll. "

After that, he took a deep look at the world and chaos.

"What's the matter?" murmured the chaos warrior. Bafang old man, you regret it. At first, you got a lot of benefits. Now I can't even puke. "

"What's the use of regret?" said Qian. Even if it's like us, people with the palm of the hand. Can we make it all over again. I just want to tell you that if we see daomie today, we may see ZhangTian tomorrow. If one day even divine power comes out, what should we do? "

"God will not come out, never will," said the celestial sage

At the end of the speech, the world's heavenly sage took a rest in the wind and cast deep eyes.

On the floating island, the wind finally picked up his own square inch sword. A sword split the array that blocked him into pieces.

At this time, Jia Ming barely stood up.

That is to say, he also has immortal body. Otherwise, he would have died on the spot.

Finally recovered a little, Jia Ming is also pale, hurriedly and the wind opened the distance.

As a martial artist, Jia Ming dare not get close to Feng xiaorest again, which is enough to show that he is really scared by the strange power of Feng xiaorest.

Below, in the crowd.

Lu Fan also narrowed his eyes slightly. It's really tough to take a rest in the wind.

This is the first time he has seen this magical martial art.

Feeling, seems to be more direct than his vigorous Qi suppression.

What's more, what the wind just said was obviously directed at him.

Lu fan has a smile on his lips. He has such a strong desire to fight with him again.

What does that say.

I'm afraid it's not just the performance of dissatisfaction after the first World War in Wu'an.

Lu Fan thought about it. He remembered that when he saw the wind in sijieshan, he saw the expression of Dong Shengdong fat man beside him.

It's probably related to the enmity of jiuxiao and shenhuang.

If he doesn't expect it, maybe his master Wu Chen and Dong Pang are together now, waiting for the two of them to fight.

Shaking his head, Lu Fan continued to look at the floating island.

Jia Ming's long sword lies in front of him, ready for the last fight.

The vigorous strength of the body is crazy, and the heaven and the earth change color with it. A little bit of power is converging like him.

The wind took a rest and walked to Jia Ming, not fast or slow.

If there are people with good vision, carefully look at the soles of the feet.

He will be surprised to find that every step of the wind break, the ground under his feet will spread out a piece of air.

So much so that the dust under my feet disappears.

The clear footprints are deeply printed on the ground, just as they are painted.

There is no depression, there is nothing wrong with it. The square inch sword in Feng's hands is not even vigorous.

He's obviously not fast, but everyone feels like he can't escape. As if, as long as you are looking at the wind, you will feel the wind coming to them.

Jia Ming burst out and waved his sword again.

This time, the strong vigorous force directly condensed into a huge lightsaber.

More than a hundred feet long, straight to the sky.

The light shines and leads to thunder.

"Cut."

Jia Ming suddenly fell with a sword. This time, he was reporting that he would be killed, as if the success or failure was in this fight.

But in the face of this move of wind rest, but not in a hurry to raise the hand of the sword.

Gently in the void.

Just a little, the whole world started to shake violently.

Such as the wave spread of water, the power of shock, and even clearly spread to Lu Fan.

Lu fan can feel all the forces of heaven and earth, even the power of Tao, passing through him like a wave.

Jia Ming's sword is to disperse all forces. The light of the sword that Jia Ming just dropped was broken directly.

With his mouth wide open, Jia Ming's hand is already at his waist.

No one knows. In fact, when the sword falls, he wants to directly launch his magic weapon, release the power of the bag under the ground, and have a rest in the wind.

He has only one chance to turn the tide.

But reality is always ruthless.

Wind rest this move, hard to break all the power.

The Dharma decision that Jia Ming just wanted to release was stifled at his waist.

His eyes were wide open, and he could only see the wind taking a rest flying in front of him and stabbing him in the chest with a sword.