Immortal Wu Sovereign

Chapter 372 Flood Dragon Art, the Realm of Three Claws

Ling Tian let out a low cry, and the divine thoughts gushed out from the sea of ​​consciousness, turned into a river, and rushed towards Wei Ziang. He really wanted to see how powerful Wei Ziang was who could practice the Flood Dragon Art of the Beiyuan Sword School to the three-claw realm.

Wei Ziang smiled slightly, condensed his divine sense into a three-clawed dragon, rushed towards the raging river, and the two divine senses collided violently in mid-air.

boom!
The people below the arena suddenly realized that although Ling Tian and Wei Ziang were standing still, the vermilion arena shook again. Immediately afterwards, the billowing river and the three-clawed dragon emerged from the void out of thin air, little by little. displayed in front of them.

"Spiritual will, it is the secret method of attacking by divine will!"

"It's amazing. It's the first time I've seen divine thoughts transform into forms. Who is that guy who is fighting Wei Ziang, and why is he so powerful?"

"Even Ling Tian, ​​who once had an equal share with Jingshan, doesn't know. Aren't you from our Zhongtianyu?"

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Seeing this scene, many monks below the arena exclaimed. This scene was completely beyond their imagination. They had never seen the confrontation of divine sense before, and they actually transformed the visualization map into everyone's eyes. in front of you.

Feng Mingda was already dumbfounded, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "You are so strong, I didn't expect Mr. Ling to be so powerful. It is my honor to know him!"

"That's right! At first I thought brother Ling was just an ordinary peak cultivator in the Purple Mansion, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful that he was able to fight head-to-head with the first genius in Suzaku City!"

Hearing what the two of them said, Lei Dafang smiled, thinking that you didn't see the sword that Young Master Ling used to blast away the training chamber. If you saw it, you would definitely not think that Young Master Ling and Wei Ziang could win or lose. It's a great thing.

The three-clawed dragon fought bravely in the river formed by the Tianhe Zhenjue, smashing the waves formed by the condensed spiritual thoughts into pieces, but this river continued to flow continuously, smashing a group of waves, and there are still ten waves behind. A lot of waves came again, it seemed that Ling Tian's divine sense was extremely strong, which is why he was able to support the impact of this wave.

Moreover, the Tianhe Zhenju itself can wash away and crush the divine sense. Although the three-clawed flood dragon is powerful, under the erosion of the long river of divine sense, its figure gradually becomes blurred. Finally, it uttered an unwilling wail, completely shattered, and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the torrential river also disappeared, directly submerging into Wei Ziang's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Wei Ziang actually lost, how could it be possible, he is the number one genius in our Vermillion Bird City!"

"Ling Tian is really powerful. As expected of a super genius who has gained fame recently, he was able to defeat Wei Ziang. This time, the Northern Plains Sword Sect may not be able to steal a lot of money, and their reputation will drop even further!"

"I don't think so. If Wei Ziang would be defeated so easily, he wouldn't have such a great reputation today!"

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The monks of Suzaku City below the ring have different opinions, but no matter what, Ling Tian was able to attack Wei Ziang with the secret method of divine sense and forced him to lose the wind. If the news spread, his reputation might skyrocket. After all, Wei Ziang's strength is even more powerful. Above the mountain is a super genius who ranks within twenty on the Zhongtian Ranking.

Wei Ziang looked calm, allowing Ling Tian's spiritual attack to rush into his sea of ​​consciousness, then suddenly raised his head and smiled at Ling Tian.

Divine thoughts surged in his sea of ​​consciousness, and turned into a flood dragon again. The difference was that this flood dragon was lifelike, and even exuded a trace of substantive majesty from its body, and it had four dragon claws impressively.

The four-clawed dragon emerged from Wei Ziang's sea of ​​consciousness, let out a dragon cry, and then rushed into the Milky Way where Ling Tian's spiritual thoughts were condensed, and kept going upstream, cutting and smashing the spiritual thoughts, and in a short while, it would invade his consciousness The long river in the sea was completely annihilated.

There was a solemn look in Ling Tian's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "You have actually cultivated the Flood Dragon Art of your Northern Plains Sword Sect to the level of four claws. You are indeed the number one genius in Suzaku City. Admire, admire!"

"Being able to smash my three-clawed dragon in one face-to-face, there are only five people in Zhongtianyu who have this ability. I haven't met an opponent as powerful as you for a long time. I originally planned to hide the four-clawed dragon. I used it when I was in the Ten Thousand Monsters Tower, and became famous in one fell swoop, but I didn't expect you to force me out!" Wei Ziang smiled proudly, and for hundreds of years in the Northern Plains Sword Sect, among the monks in the Zifu Realm, no one has mastered the Flood Dragon Art. Cultivate to the realm of four claws.

Even his master, Gong Yangyu, had only practiced the Flood Dragon Jue to three claws when he was in the Purple Mansion, and based on this alone, he had already surpassed Gong Yangyu.

After defeating Ling Tian's Tianhe Zhenjue, the four-clawed dragon circled out of Wei Ziang's sea of ​​consciousness, circled around him, and then disappeared again, but the occasional appearance of Yunlong was enough to make many monks below the ring dumbfounded and surprised I was speechless.

On the stone pillar, Gong Yangyu was not moved when Wei Ziang's three-clawed dragon was annihilated by Ling Tian, ​​but at this moment, he couldn't help opening his eyes slightly, shining brightly, and then nodded slightly. He was extremely satisfied with this disciple , in comparison, Chen Chaoyuan is much inferior. Not to mention talent, even his temperament is far from that of Wei Ziang.

"Four claws, I didn't expect Wei Ziang to practice the dragon art to the four-claw realm. Now Mr. Ling is in trouble!" Lei Dafang exclaimed when he saw the four-claw dragon that appeared for a moment and then disappeared immediately. When he had cultivated Flood Dragon Art to this level, Wei Ziang's talent was astonishing. No one in their Thunder Hall could compare with him.

"Deacon Lei, what's going on? Is this four-clawed dragon very powerful?" Zhao Kui asked puzzledly. He looked surprised, but he knew that Wei Ziang's move was absolutely amazing.

Feng Mingda and the others also looked at Lei Dafang, waiting for him to answer, secretly worried for Ling Tian.

Especially after hearing Lei Dafang's explanation, the faces of the few of them suddenly became gloomy. It wasn't because all of their wealth was on Ling Tian, ​​but because they were worried that Ling Tian would be injured under Wei Ziang's hands.

Chen Chaoyuan saw that his junior brother Wei Ziang was able to unleash the divine attack of the four-clawed dragon, and he was filled with jealousy. He still couldn't even visualize a one-clawed dragon. It's getting bigger and bigger, and I'm afraid there is no hope of catching up in this life.

Wei Ziang raised the long sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Your divine sense attack secret method has its own unique features, I'm afraid you can't defeat you with the Flood Dragon Art alone, if that's the case, let me show you my sword field! "

The long sword in his hand pointed towards Ling Tian, ​​and the frost surged and turned into countless snowflakes, which fell from the sky, and then these snowflakes evolved again, condensing into a frost sword as long as a icy thumb, covering the space with a radius of [-] meters, including Ling Tian.

The red flaming stone that made up the arena was originally extremely hard, but the Frost Sword was icy cold and sharp. After landing, it immediately made deep dents, and the arena within a hundred feet was densely covered with traces. If the strength is not enough, If you rush into the Sword Domain rashly, no matter how many people there are, you will only be sent to death.

Ling Tian's body was filled with silver energy, like a layer of flames. When the Frost Sword that swept towards him touched this layer of silver light, it would explode immediately, turning into a ball of ice chips, and then falling down for a while. In between, there was no way to hurt him at all.

"I know you also understand that there is a sword domain, why don't you use it and see whose sword domain is more powerful!" Wei Ziang smiled proudly, and walked slowly towards Ling Tian. He didn't take a step, and fell on Ling Tian. The Frost Sword will be doubled, and after a few steps, Ling Tian's whole body has been covered by the Frost Sword. Looking from a distance, it seems that his body is covered with a layer of ice.

"In that case, let me show you!" Ling Tian laughed, and swung the black epee lightly in his hand, drawing a semicircle in front of him. Starlight shone on the blade, covering him directly. The Frost Sword swept away.

A piece of starlight emerged from above his and Wei Ziang's heads, and then the stars fell like rain, falling down one after another. The stars bombarded the Frost Sword one after another, and then annihilated at the same time.

In an instant, Wei Ziang's Frost Sword Domain was forced to keep retreating, shrinking back from Ling Tian's side, barely able to maintain a space of [-] feet, evenly split with Ling Tian's Falling Star Sword Domain, and it was a fight. On par.

A look of surprise flashed in Wei Ziang's eyes, he nodded and said, "You are indeed a genius who can draw with Jingshan. Your sword domain is really good, but I can only win this duel!"

"This move is called the Frost Dragon Sword. It is a unique move that I have learned from the supreme secret method of the Northern Plains Sword School, which combines the sword domain and the divine sense attack method. It is absolutely impossible for you to resist it. I advise you, it is better now Good to admit defeat!" Wei Ziang raised the long sword in his hand, facing the center of his eyebrows, with a focused expression, watching his heart with his eyes, watching his sword with his heart, even if his strength is weak, he can see that his next move is absolutely powerful.

"My generation of monks is born in the world. If we encounter the enemy and do not fight, bow down and admit defeat, how can we reach the top if we are not strong in Taoism? You can defeat me, but you will definitely not be able to make me surrender and admit defeat!" Ling Tian's eyes surged. Intent to fight, the Death Star Sword in his hand was pointing at Wei Ziang. He wanted to see whether Wei Ziang's Frost Dragon Sword was stronger, or his newly cultivated killing move was better?
Hearing Ling Tian's deafening words, Lei Dafang's body trembled slightly. His Dao heart was firm. No wonder he had not made any progress in his cultivation for so many years. His Dao heart is dusty, Ling Tian's words are like a clear spring, washing his Dao heart thoroughly, if he can make progress in the future, he must thank Ling Tian for awakening the dreamer with his words today.

(End of this chapter)