Wild boar

Chapter 917 The Duel between Wind and Sand
"Seriously?" Dong Lingxian showed a look of surprise.

"Of course it's true." Zhu Riming replied.

"This is really great, hahahaha..." Dong Ling laughed loudly, his rough voice shaking the whole world.

Dust rustled down from the city walls.

"Dong Lingxian! But you killed my son?" Lu Chuanfeng suddenly said.

"Exactly."

"In that case, you should die."

"Wait a minute!" Zhu Riming stopped the two of them.

"Go and find an open area outside the city for a decisive battle. Don't destroy Yongsha City here."

The huge wind tornado soared into the sky again.

A group of people came to the desert.

Zhu Riming and Feng Jianzun were suspended in the sky, while the other monks were suspended behind the two god-transformation monks.

Dong Ling, who was shirtless and wearing a large black panty around his thick waist, stood on a sand dune. Far opposite him was a young man in white, standing on another sand dune with a machete in his arms.

"Start fighting, don't waste time." Zhu Riming ordered.

However, neither Dong Lingxian nor Lu Chuanfeng took action. As if they had not heard Zhu Riming's order, they still stood on the sand dunes and faced each other from a distance.

So boring…

Zhu Riming scratched his ears.

Out of boredom, he looked at Feng Jianzun, the sword holder of Jingtian Cliff next to him.

I have seen this woman twice, and her appearance is extraordinary.

At this time, the main body Zhu Zishan was still practicing magical powers with the merchant girl in the underground abyss.

Since Zhu Zishan advanced to the Divine Transformation Stage, although he has been settling down for a long time, his cultivation in the Divine Transformation Stage has not improved.

But after reaching the underground abyss and participating in the magic method with the merchant girl, the cultivation of the God Transformation Stage finally loosened up, and began to steadily move towards the middle stage of God Transformation.

Now that Zhu Zishan's cultivation is the most important thing, Mr. Dong Ling has no intention of coming back even if he fights to the death, and will only let his avatar take charge of the overall situation.

At this time, on the black jade bed in the underground abyss, Zhu Zishan was rubbing the business girl while looking through the vision shared with his clone Zhu Riming.

For a moment, I couldn't help but be obsessed.

Human sword cultivators have extremely keen senses.

Zhu Riming's eyes stayed on Feng Jianzun for only a second, and she felt it.

In two seconds, she was like a light on her back.

Within three seconds, she was furious.

Within four seconds, she took action.

There was a squeak.

Two sword lights only captured Zhu Riming's eyes...

clang!
After a crisp sound.

Zhu Zishan, who was thousands of miles away, was slightly startled.

"What's the matter? Husband?" the business woman asked with concern.

"Um...it's nothing. Let's continue practicing."

As Feng Jianzun made a bold move against Zhu Riming.

Opportunities arise, and murderous intent emerges.

The two people who were supposed to be dueling in the desert finally made a move.

It was Lu Chuanfeng who took the lead.

Lu Chuanfeng's scimitar floated above Dong Lingxian's head in just an instant.

Dong Lingxian looked up and saw a huge scimitar hanging motionless above his head.

The most swift sword remains motionless.

Boom.

A huge explosion resounded throughout the world.

The magic flying sword in the shape of a desert scimitar has returned to Lu Chuanfeng's hands.

The battle is over...

The wind howled above the desert. This was Lu Chuanfeng using his wind power, preparing to capture Dong Lingxian's Nascent Soul and destroy his soul.

At this moment.

in the sky.

Zhu Riming's eyes had been pierced by the sword energy, and silver tears flowed from his eyes.

Feng Jianzun stepped on the void and retreated a thousand meters away.

Silver tears flowed back into Zhu Riming's eyes. He blinked and his eyes recovered intact.A black wind dragon sprayed out from the tip of Zhu Riming's nose. The huge wind tornado swept Zhu Riming and chased towards Feng Jianzun.

tens of thousands of meters above the sky.

There was a rolling muffled thunder, and it was two monks in the transformation stage who were fighting in the sky.

Above the ground desert.

Dong Lingxian's Nascent Soul did not appear. Instead, the yellow sand flowed, and a human-shaped sand dune bulged. The yellow sand receded, and the ugly and strong Dong Lingxian appeared in front of Lu Chuanfeng intact again.

Lu Chuanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his hand, and struck out with the fastest sword again.

Boom.

A sandstorm exploded.

Dong Lingxian was still chopped into countless gravels.

But the next moment.

The yellow sand surged, and Dong Lingxian appeared from the desert.

"Already invincible!" Zhou Yunlei shouted emotionally.

Dong Lingxian practiced the self-enlightened "Tiansha Sword Technique" and his technique was pure earth. At this time, he was in the desert, and he knew the art of earth escape with the help of the geographical location. As long as he hid in the sand, he would be able to stand in the desert. An invincible position.

Besides, you can't say he's timid, because he keeps making up dolls that look exactly like himself.

Such a brilliant plan, why didn't I think of it?
Nephew Dong Xian truly deserves to be a prodigy who has been fighting across ranks for a long time.

In fact, Zhou Yunlei didn't know that Dong Lingxian did not grow up in the desert and fabricate dolls, but that after he cultivated into the Sky Sand Demonic Body, his body could already transform into sand. If it were true that his true body was hidden in the desert, he could fabricate human beings out of sand. I was provocative, how could Lu Chuanfeng with his level of cultivation be fooled?

As Lu Chuanfeng kept swinging his sword to kill...

In the desert, yellow sand is flying.

The strong wind blew the yellow sand high into the sky, gradually covering Lu Chuanfeng.

Lu Chuanfeng no longer draws his sword blindly.

Originally, Lu Chuanfeng was the leader of the Thirteen Gangs in the Desert. He was very familiar with fighting in the wind and sand.

At this time, Lu Chuanfeng felt extremely familiar with Dong Lingxian's skills. He felt that their skills were like two branches of the same tree.

Dong Lingxian's martial arts tended towards the sand, while his martial arts went further and further down the path of the wind.

Whoosh...

A wind tornado suddenly rose in the desert.

This wind tornado was not Zhu Riming's wind dragon. At this time, Zhu Riming and Feng Jianzun had already fought thousands of miles away and escaped from the battlefield.

This wind tornado is Lu Chuanfeng's magical tornado blade, the knife enters the wind, the wind rolls the knife, and it is cut into thousands of pieces.

The wind blows the sand, and the sand fills the sky.

A huge wind and sand battlefield slowly began.

"Everyone, stay back!" Bai Yunting, the leader of Baishi Valley, a Nascent Soul cultivator, shouted sternly.

All the monks watching the battle retreated backwards as if they were avoiding a thunderstorm.

There was a wind tornado in the long wind and sand, and an earth-yellow giant sword rising slowly from the sand. It should be a giant sword made of sand.

The size of the giant sword is almost the same as that of a tornado, just like a mountain rising from the ground.

The wind is moving and the soil is thick.

The yellow sand chipped by the wind rose into the air, covering the entire world in an instant.

thousands of miles away.

The black tornado turned into a huge wind dragon. The wind dragon kept biting a female cultivator, but every time it was about to bite the female cultivator, it turned into a sword thread and left.

No matter how much the black wind dragon roared, it was of no avail.

After a moment.

The black wind dragon turned into a tiny dragon.

He lay back on Zhu Riming's body again.

Zhu Riming waved his hand and said loudly: "No fight."

snorted.

Feng Jianzun appeared and looked at Zhu Riming with a calm expression.

"It's really difficult for us monks in the transformation stage to tell the winner."

"Go back and see if there's a winner between those two boys." Zhu Riming suggested.

"Okay!" Feng Jianzun agreed.

"Let's go together then."

"Forget it, Fellow Daoist Zhu invites you first." Feng Jianzun made a gesture of invitation.

Zhu Riming turned into a wind tornado and turned around to leave.

(End of this chapter)