The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1327 Is it only this strength?

The dense black light is like tiny silver needles, carrying an evil aura, coming towards Leng Wuyou, each black light is so fast that people can only see a little bit of it. shine.

But Leng Wuyou was still unhurried about this. She waved her big hand, and a strong wind rolled out from her sleeve robe. The green wind formed a small tornado, directly hitting those crows. The light hits together.

The tornado wind blade spun extremely fast, and those black lights were drawn into the interior one by one. The speed of the tornado became faster and faster, and finally, it even turned into a stationary green pillar.

Really not moving?No, it's just that the speed is too fast, so fast that the naked eye can't see it at all.

When those black lights in the air were all involved by the green windblade tornado, a sharp light flashed in Leng Wuyou's eyes, he clenched his left hand fiercely, and whispered softly, "Explosion."

As the word fell, the air seemed to be slightly distorted. The next moment, the green wind that was still in good condition seemed to be held by a big hand, twisted, and the next moment it exploded with a "boom" .

The powerful shock wave spread outward instantly.

It even formed layers of ripples visible to the naked eye.

Down below, when the people from the Poison Sect came into contact with the ripples, they were instantly blown away, fell to the ground and coughed non-stop, and those who were stronger were also crumbling.

"Okay, boy, I want to see how many moves you can catch me." Du Shatian's voice came from all directions, and there was an echo in it, deliberately disturbing people's hearing, so that people can't find where he is. position, but in fact his position has long been exposed.

Leng Wuyou's spirit is different from others, her spirit has undergone a reshaping, and it has become very powerful to a terrifying level.

How high is it?
Speaking of it, she herself doesn't know, but as long as her spirit is always in a state of extroversion, it is equivalent to her having an extra pair of eyes.

You can see everything that is hidden, and see the essence of things through layers of fog.

Of course, what she saw was only those whose strength was lower than hers. Once they were stronger than hers, or if the means they used exceeded Leng Wuyou's strength, she would not be able to see it.

"If the Poison Sect Master only has this level of strength, I think we can end the battle early." Leng Wuyou's voice was faint and cool, and there was no lack of provocation in it.

In fact, she did this just to anger Du Shatian, after all, her original intention was to come here to torture a wave of poisonous sects.

By the way, Li Liwei let everyone know that they are definitely not easy to provoke.

This can give those forces a wake-up call, and let them think carefully about whether they can bear the consequences before they provoke Jue Dian.

How could the Master of the Poison Sect, who is good at calculating, not know that Leng Wuyou's words were intentionally provoking him and provoking him.

But at this moment, there was no need for him to be cold and worry-free, his face was already full of madness.

"Hehehe..." A burst of weird laughter came from all directions, and the hairs of the person who heard it stood on end, and their scalp was numb.

Du Shatian, who had been hiding in the dark, slowly appeared in front of Leng Wuyou, holding a bloody ball in his hand.

He stared at Leng Wuyou firmly, with no expression on his face, even his pupils were a little slack, he was like a marionette at the moment.

He raised his left hand, the red ball in the palm of his left hand exuded a slight bloody glow, but this aura made Leng Wuyou very familiar.

Leng Wuyou's eyes gradually narrowed into a slit, and the storage ring on her finger was flickering slightly.

The spiritual sense poked in, and saw at a glance that a wooden box piled on top of a pile of sundries was emitting blood light slightly, rising and falling like breathing.

She remembered that box, which contained the blood-colored spar she had snatched from the hands of the two evil spirits, which seemed to be called blood crystals.

And the one that Du Shatian is holding now has the same aura as the one she snatched back.

Her lips were pursed, and because of the force, her lips were slightly white.

A thought flashed through her mind, the bloody ball in Du Shatian's hand was probably related to Er Ling.

(End of this chapter)