Taishang Hualong Jue

Chapter 191

Chapter 190 Transformation into a Dragon

Above the sky, there are huge cyan tornado storms, whistling and whistling, cutting through the void, exuding palpitating aura fluctuations.

While Feng Ling, whose figure was vague and vague, waved his hands, the cyan tornado wrapped in violent power, and with the sound of air bursting, swept and roared towards Qin Luo and the others.

At this moment, every wisp of wind that circulates seems to have turned into the sharpest blade between the heavens and the earth, splitting the void, strangling and tearing everything, sweeping across the sky and the earth, just like the sky and the earth are angry, and its power is difficult to resist.

Qin Luo and the Lan family, the two great masters of the concentrating state, stood in the void, staring at the storm that swept away like an angry dragon, their eyes were particularly dignified.

The blood-golden light, the snow-white cold wave like ice jade, and the transparent waves erupted from them, facing the storm like the might of the sky.

"war!"

Qin Luo shouted angrily, his expression was as cold as ice, his long bloody hair danced wildly, and the blood dragon armor on his body made a clanging sound that shook the world, like a dragon singing a long chant that shook the sky, surrounded by misty black and yellow mist and shining brightly.

Exercising the Taixu Wandering Dragon Step to the extreme, like a dragon traveling through Taixu, surrounded by clouds and mist, the body seems to walk through reality and nothingness, and the speed is extremely fast.

He seemed to have turned into a sharp knife, invincible, tearing apart the huge cyan tornado violently, passing through, staring at Feng Ling with sharp eyes like a sword, full of murderous aura.

Feng Ling stood with his hands behind his back, with the rhythm of the breeze around his body, ethereal like a fairy, looking at Qin Luo who was rushing to kill him, his eyes were cold, showing a touch of disdain.

No matter how powerful the combat power is, it will only reach the consummation of the concentration state after all. It is still a long time before he wants to deal with him, even if the three of them are tied together.

He raised his hand slowly, and the wind was circling rhythmically, but there was an indescribably dangerous aura in the ethereal air.

And behind Qin Luo, the cyan tornado that was torn apart by Qin Luo quickly recovered, roaring and killing, with a frightening momentum.

"Little bug, get ready."

Bright white light bloomed between the brows, the faint spiritual thoughts fluctuated up and down, Qin Luo communicated with Youdie, and at the same time the soul body sitting cross-legged in the soul space rose up, and an invisible storm of soul power was set off around the body, with an astonishing power.

In the phantom body, there is a faint light, ready to go.

"Call me little master, and then call me little bug, believe it or not, I'll sell you."

The young butterfly gritted her teeth and cursed, her tentacles swayed violently, and there were many phantoms, like colorful butterflies flying around it, and the mysterious aura fluctuated and spread.

It's getting closer, Feng Ling is ready to strike, the wind is becoming violent, and the power fluctuations are extremely astonishing!
"Go!"

Qin Luo's eyes froze suddenly, his mind fluttered, there was a bright light flowing between his brows, and a small vortex appeared
The next moment, a small illusory and transparent sword flitted out of it, like a gust of wind and lightning, tore through the air, and shot at Feng Ling, silently, only the faint fluctuations of spiritual thoughts.

"Soul Extinguishing Sword? It's actually finished."

Feng Ling's eyes froze, and there was a flash of surprise, and when he saw the nihility sword that was looting, he pointed his finger between his eyebrows, and was about to use his spiritual thoughts to form a protection.

A dream-like misty light came silently and enveloped him in an instant. When he realized something was wrong, he had already fallen into the illusion.

The soul-destroying sword was fleeting, and it disregarded the physical body as nothing. With a slight twist, it had penetrated into Feng Ling's soul space.

Feng Ling, as a leader in the consummation of the state of concentration, the existence of Feng Wang, and his comprehension of the profound meaning of wind, has reached the peak of [-]% which is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

And the soul was nourished by the profound meaning, so it was already extremely powerful, and soon broke free from the illusion created by Youdie, but the Miehun Sword had already arrived, making a strange howling sound of the sword, raging in the soul space for a while.

It didn't hurt him, after all, Qin Luocai's condensed divine sense was too weak, and Miehun Sword had only been condensed hastily, without a long period of warming.

Although it didn't hurt him, the soul space is after all the place where the soul and consciousness reside, and it is extremely important. This raging havoc also made him dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, he heard a high-pitched and majestic dragon chant, and saw a blood-gold dragon claw pressing down.

The subconscious reaction to danger has become an instinct. A storm of power erupted from his body, and a blue tornado surrounded him to retreat violently.

However, the aura erupted from the dragon claw was so terrifying that it made the void sticky like a swamp, making it difficult for people to move an inch, and their speed suddenly slowed down.

The dragon's claws had already come crashing down, and the cyan tornado formed by itself lasted only for a moment before being torn apart, and the dragon's claws slammed onto his body.

At the critical juncture of her birthday, Feng Ling pushed the Wind Formless Technique to the extreme, her body was ethereal and blurred, as if she was about to melt into the wind and leave.

A violent force burst out, Feng Ling's body was squeezed out, and then flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, spilling blood into the sky.

But the dragon claw that should have landed on the head, because of his response, slapped on his chest, a large piece of his chest collapsed, and his ribs were broken.

A burst of bright blood-gold light flashed, Qin Luo's body was revealed, his face was pale, he was panting heavily, but there was excitement in his eyes.

He didn't expect the power of "Dragon Transformation" of Taishang Dragon Transformation Art to be so tyrannical. He felt that if the power that burst out at that moment fell on him, he might be seriously injured.

However, with his current strength, he can only hold on for two breaths with the power of "Dragon Transformation", and if he keeps going, his body will be torn into serious injuries.

He looked at Feng Ling, who flew upside down and sprinkled blood in the sky, frowned, and sighed softly, "It's really hard to deal with."

Even if he teamed up with Youdie unexpectedly to create an illusion, and aimed at Fengling's soul with the Miehun Sword, he could break free quickly.

Coupled with the weirdness of the Wind Formlessness technique, the move that was supposed to kill him allowed him to survive, but he was only seriously injured.

Frowning slightly, the figure flashed and shot out suddenly.

But at this time, the two masters of the Lan family who had completed the concentrating state were able to tear apart the storm. Seeing Qin Luo, who was transformed into a swimming dragon, killing Feng Ling like a gust of wind and lightning, his old face couldn't help but blush.

This is very embarrassing.

Naturally, Qin Luo didn't know what they were thinking, and killed Feng Ling. This was a great time to beat the dog in the water. If Feng Ling recovered a little bit of vitality, it would be difficult to kill him again, and the situation might even be reversed.

His eyes flashed with cold electricity, watching Feng Ling, who was in a state of embarrassment and was covered in blood, exploded with power, and slapped him across the air with his palm, and continued to swipe out without stopping.

Feng Ling's long hair was disheveled, and he raised his head slowly, his face under the mask looked extraordinarily ferocious, with his hands lightly covering his chest, his eyes were filled with blood red.

He suddenly roared furiously, like a madman, and the turbulent aura in his body suddenly became violent, as if turning into a melting pot of heaven and earth, devouring and melting the aura of heaven and earth from all directions.

"You forced me."

Qin Luo's expression was indifferent and fierce, but behind him came the screams of two strong men from the Lan family, "Young Master Qin, be careful, retreat quickly!"

(End of this chapter)