Thinking of Farting?
"Good job! The ninth spirit ability, roll of death!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo roared, his feet glared, rolled sideways, and soared into the sky.
The huge body of the spirit avatar suddenly turned into an oval tornado with a width of dozens of meters. .
The outer layer is gray, and the inner layer is dark blue, accompanied by golden arcs.
The sand, broken branches and fallen leaves in the sky are rolled up into the sky by strong suction. everything torn to shreds.
Immediately, the cold shards of ice sputtered out, like an ice blade, and like a burst of fireworks, shooting directly in all directions.
"This should be the second spirit ability of Golden Crocodile Douluo's 100,000-year spirit ring. I didn't expect the evolution of the spirit to bring the cold attribute to produce such effects. Such an overbearing indiscriminate attack is simply a killing. Machine."
Ning Xiaotian looked at the gloomy area on the hill, and the ice chips in the sky shot almost straight to the foot of the mountain, making the scalp numb.
The ice blade fell to the ground with a "da-da-da", and because of the strong impact, it was instantly shattered into powder with the broken branches.
"Fortunately, I have retreated here."
Some people in the crowd whispered happily.
"So strong!"
On the side, a man nodded, looking up at the sky-high sword shadow, his pupils shrunk.
There was no violent roar as imagined, just a low murmur of "sudden rustling", the giant sword touched the tornado, raising an even more violent wind, the two of them shook back together, and the Golden Crocodile Douluo fell to the ground, all fours on the ground. , with just one kick, the figure turned into a tornado again.
This sprint was dozens of meters, and the strong suction made Sword Douluo a little unstable, as if he was about to be pulled over.
"Yin Kacha"
was another sword, the gust of wind blew up, the golden armor of Golden Crocodile Douluo's right arm shattered, the blood mist filled the air, Sword Douluo took advantage of the situation to retreat.
"It can't go on like this, if you get sucked in, you will lose without a doubt!" Sword Douluo's mood changed sharply,
"But if I don't get close, this move will not be able to exert its maximum power, and my current spirit power is only enough to use it three more times. "
With the tough shape of the Golden Crocodile Douluo and his current form, three moves at most will seriously injure him, and it is impossible to defeat him."
"It seems that I can only use that move."
The thought went away in a flash, Sword Douluo quickly turned around and retreated ten meters, standing in the sky, looking at Golden Crocodile Douluo with a solemn expression, the next move, even He couldn't control it either.
Golden Crocodile Douluo fell to the ground, raised his head to lock Sword Douluo, stunned for a moment, then grinned, his slightly pale face became more and more crazy, "Drink!" The golden light surged, and the blood mist spread even more.
With his right sword finger on his chest, Sword Douluo snorted lowly, "condensed", his left hand clenched his right arm tightly, and in the unstoppable trembling, a sword light like a stream of water surging slowly extended from the fingertips. also gradually pale.
"A flowing sword?"
Ning Xiaotian was surprised, his eyes widened, the silver light flashed again, and then his scalp exploded,
"Hey! This sword is actually blue mixed with light red in the eyes of the broken pulse pupil. This is definitely not a sword condensed with pure soul power, and Grandpa Jian's meridians and muscles are shaking, the flow of the sword is probably caused by lack of control."
Sword Douluo is a 97th-level Title Douluo. Couldn't control this power.
My kendo level is still too shallow. Ning Xiaotian is a little depressed.
Although he has heard many kendo insights from novels, movies and recorded ancestors' stories in his previous life, he has not reached that level, and he still cannot understand it.
"I didn't expect that Chen Xin's comprehension of swordsmanship would reach such a level, the future generations are terrifying."
At the foot of the mountain, Qian Daoliu said with a smile.
"Oh? What's the meaning of this?"
Bibi Dong chatted with interest.
"This is the sword that gave me up."
Qian Daoliu said bluntly,
"To condense soul power, sword qi, sword intent, sword potential, spiritual power, killing intent, murderous aura, and even the soul entrusts everything to a sword, this is giving up. My sword."
"Many people are extremely difficult to comprehend several of them, let alone cohesion and fusion."
"To achieve this level, one must be proficient in swords, sincerity and swords, and be free between life and death. It can be said that it is extremely rare to realize it with a very high level of understanding."
Qian Daoliu's eyes were stunned, he was able to realize such a realm back then, and it was still due to Tang Chen, his opponent.
The belief in wanting to completely defeat Tang Chen.
And that woman, he put it down, so he gained.
"It's really rare."
Bibi Dong nodded slightly.
Although she didn't have a sword spirit, she knew that even if these abilities were just one or two kinds of fusion, it would require a very high level of understanding and control.
"Unfortunately, Chen Xin is only a beginner and can't do whatever he wants.
Otherwise, this old man would really like to fight with him."
Qian Daoliu's sword eyes flashed, and a hint of fighting intent emerged in his heart.
His sword, ever since Tang Chen After disappearing, lonely for too long.
"Perhaps, you can wait until that day."
Bibi Dong said lightly.
"Maybe!"
Qian Daoliu's expression was indifferent. Bibi Dong was in a divine test. He must have known the outcome of his sacrifice.
The auxiliary practice of Samsara Jue was very effective. He expected that Xue'er would be able to break through 70 in at most ten years. Level, accept the angel god test.
Time is running out.
In the past ten years, it will be too difficult for Chen Xin to grow enough to defeat him.
"By the way, is there any news for Tian'er?"
Qiandao Chuan said that when he mentioned God, he couldn't help thinking of Ning Xiaotian, his grandson-in-law, and felt a little annoyed in his heart.
Is the divine position so good?
With Tang Chen's strength, he has been searching for so many years, and now he doesn't know if he is dead or alive.
You are a little assistant, thinking of shit?
His granddaughter has been unhappy recently, and he is very distressed.
"No, after this test, I will go to that place in person to check it out."
Bibi Dong replied, the Slaughter is recorded in the Spirit Hall, and her Rakshasa Divine Test is among the most recent places of divine examination. get.
She also had some guesses about the purpose of Ning Xiaotian's search for the land of the divine examination, probably to solve the problem of her mother's martial spirit, and the women around her.
This kid is affectionate and righteous, so Bibi Dong couldn't help but turn his eyes to the side. Hu Liena.
This girl even wanted to go to the capital of slaughter to find someone.
If he really finds Ning Xiaotian in the capital of slaughter, whether to bring it back directly or let Hu Liena go to practice, this is a question.
It has to be said that if the other divine position inside can be obtained by one of the two, it would be excellent.
She doesn't care whether the Rakshasa God in the God Realm is in an antagonistic relationship with the Shura God, if she gets it, it is her own.
"Yeah."
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly. He hated the killing city, especially the aura inside.
Unfortunately, as the messenger of God, he could not freely enter the inheritance place of other gods, let alone interfere. So it never really went in.
Out of sight out of mind.
"It's condensed!"
Ning Xiaotian's eyes were rounded, his eyes closed, and his body leaned forward.
Above the sky, Sword Douluo's figure was already staggered, and his expression was pale.
On his chest, his right finger Above the tip is a sword body that is about 3 feet long.
Suspended, as clear as running water, there are bloodshots floating in it.