God Ring Howl

The autumn sun is bright and the breeze is blowing.

Faintly, people can feel a strong chill.

The calm air suddenly engulfed Zhao Xiang as if he had encountered some unexpected change, and began to spin crazily.

In just two breaths, Zhao Xiang was wrapped in the center of the hurricane.

Within a radius of hundreds of feet, almost all the dead branches and leaves were separated from the trees at once.

They either spin in the air or roll up directly from the ground, turning into flying sword blades, spear spears and arrows strangely.

Not only that, but also targeted Zhao Xiang with ulterior motives, launching three-dimensional attacks from up, down, left, right, and from all angles.

That kind of wild and domineering force became more and more violent, as if he wanted to tear, chop and kill Zhao Xiang in the next moment.

"Oh my god, this is the art of war with plants and trees, and it's already a small success," Uncle Huan's surprised voice sounded in Zhao Xiang's heart.

"Master, you have to deal with it carefully," Uncle Huan immediately instructed worriedly.

Zhao Xiang, who was under heavy siege, hated the person who used this supernatural power.

The killing started before they met, which can be seen in their cruelty.

With a cold snort, Zhao Xiang quickly adjusted the frequency of the divine consciousness wave to 60 times.

Of course, the wave of divine consciousness naturally incorporates the soul-absorbing, soul-suppressing, and soul-refining abilities of Hunjian.

The colorless and invisible waves of spiritual consciousness, with Zhao Xiang as the center, shot out in a ring-shaped layer upon layer, mighty and mighty.

Just like a rising sun, Fang appeared in the sea of ​​fog, and went straight to all directions, bursting out golden lights.

And those almost solidified mist immediately disappeared like a group of mobs.

It can't stand the simple and ordinary blow of the warrior hero.

The ferocious attack that had just formed a hurricane disintegrated quickly.

The vicious murderous intent of firing arrows and dancing wildly with swords collapsed instantly, turned into flying ash, and disappeared without a trace.

"Huh" sounded suddenly, and the figure with a purple scarf on his face and only his eyes exposed suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Xiang without any warning.

The one who appeared next was a blue shirt, black hair lightly fluttering, more than eight feet in length, standing like a jade mountain in the autumn sun, mighty yet suave, exuding a trembling eternal chill all over his body.

The last white shirt fluttering, wearing a square scarf on his head, full forehead, sharp eyes on the masked purple scarf, a thin body, about the same length as Zhao Xiang, this person stands in front of Zhao Xiang, like a sheath The sharp sword flew out to attack at any time.

It was Mr. Zimo.

"Zhao Xiang, don't fight pointlessly," Jun Zimo said in a deep voice with an overwhelming coercion all over his body, "You will die today, giving up resistance is the best strategy for you, I can make you feel painless to die,"

With a sneer, Zhao Xiang sarcastically said with disdain: "Did you become obsessed with cultivating the supernatural power of all plants and trees and burn your brain, Mr. Zimo, do you know what you are talking about?" You can't even keep the law, and you want Zhao Xiang's life in vain, what a joke, what a big joke, are you so forgetful that you don't remember what happened five years ago when you were taught a lesson by Hei Niu, the successor of Misty Peak?"

"Whether you have burnt your brain or not, you will know right away," Zimo Jun was suddenly filled with a kind of violence, and his voice was extremely harsh, "I didn't expect to know that plants and trees have supernatural powers, even so, it can't change you The ignorant facts, hmph, so what if you know Yunkong and those people, can you know more things, they are just some insignificant ants, in my eyes, they are not worth mentioning at all, and Hei Niu, I forgot to tell you, I was controlled by him at that time, it was just a matter of necessity, not that I, Mr. Zimo, couldn’t defeat her, it’s useless to say more, I’ll suffer death.”

The moment Zi Mo-jun let go of his breath and was about to strike.

Zhao Xiang sneered again, his voice seemed to be full of regret.

"Do you think that by wearing a purple scarf this time, you can hide your true face, Wang Tian?"

Zhao Xiang had a vague feeling that this Lord Zimo seemed to be Wang Tian, ​​who had cared for him from the Five Sacred Mountains School.

Five years ago, during the last battle of the Wuyue Sect's back mountain, the patriarch Chixiazi sealed his cultivation base. According to the patriarch, this Wang Tian was a registered disciple of the Yunxian Pavilion, who was secretly ordered by the master of the Yunxian Pavilion to lurk Five Sacred Mountains School.

The exact purpose is unclear.

When Zi Mojun heard Zhao Xiang's words, his face moved imperceptibly.

Zhao Xiang couldn't find any more valuable information from his subtle changes.

Naturally, he couldn't judge the probability of his guess about Zi Mo Jun's true identity being correct based on this.

"Who is Wang Tian, ​​your enemy and your friend," Zi Mo Jun did not stop the attacking gesture, and the coldness that pierced the bone marrow was revealed in his cold voice, "Don't have any thoughts of running for your life, let alone expect me to show mercy, and die, boy,"

Before the words were finished, the one hundred and eight punches filled the sky like a storm, forming a boxing shadow, covering the head and face, forming a boxing shadow space, with a radius of twenty or thirty feet, this boxing shadow formed a Dharma Realm by itself, It is completely controlled by Lord Zi Mo.

Zhao Xiang was imprisoned in this fist shadow space.

If it's just these things, Lord Zimo's supernatural powers are obviously far beyond this.

At the moment when the Fist Shadow Dharma Realm formed, Lord Zi Mo's eyes flashed coldly and his mouth let out a scream.

Tens of miles of heaven and earth spiritual energy gathered from all directions as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder, and they all rushed to the boxing shadow law world to condense away.

When approaching, Zi Mojun opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

As a result, these auras of heaven and earth strangely turned into thousands of sharp swords of different shapes and sizes.

They all shone with a soul-stirring red light, piercing fiercely into the Fist Shadow Law Realm.

The Fist Shadow Law Realm instantly changed from a translucent milky white to a blood red color, which is strange and eye-catching.

Zhao Xiang, who was in the Fist Shadow Law Realm, squinted his eyes and was shocked in his heart at this moment.

He found that Lord Zimo was actually a fifth-level Xuanxian, two levels higher than him.

But he wasn't very worried. To put it bluntly, this kind of fist shadow was actually transformed by the divine powers gathered by heaven and earth.

Only those bloody sharp swords that shot towards him from all directions were quite terrifying, let him estimate how much they were.

They contain Zi Mojun's blood essence, and they are connected with his blood, so they have part of the supernatural powers of the blood essence master.

As if they were Zi Mojun's natal magic weapon, each one exploded with the ability to devour the sky and burn the earth.

These sharp swords transformed from aura are very good at oblique stabs, sweeps, vertical chops, and straight stabs, and they also know how to dodge, defend, and attack together.

It's almost impossible to avoid it.

Ordinary first- and second-rank Xuanxians, their physical bodies and primordial spirits will be cut into pieces by them in less than one round.

However, Zhao Xiang's physical body is now strong, even if his cultivation base is imprisoned, he has reached a terrifying state.

When countless blood-colored sharp swords landed on Zhao Xiang's body, there were endless sounds of metal collisions, and colorful sparks burst out, dazzling.

But only those involved know that behind this glamorous and moving scene, there are constant slaughter and crises at every step.

Every time there is an impact, Zi Mo Jun's face will turn pale, and every time he resists, Zhao Xiang's physical body will tremble once.

It's a long story, but it's just a moment.

Seeing the stalemate, Lord Zi Mo roared violently, the sound was so loud that it resounded through the sky.

Two crystal clear beads suddenly shot out from his mouth.

A terrifying aura quickly swept over like a tide,