Chapter 119: The Seven Killings Mistress shows great divine power!

Immediately, Zhuang Buran's aura rose, and he hung in mid-air.

He raised his hand, and a wall of air fifty or sixty zhang high rose around him.

The overwhelming momentum centered on the peak of the lonely island and surged in all directions. Even the spectators couldn't help but be stunned and feel a chill down their spines.

I saw the aura vibrating with a heroic momentum, causing the lake water to surge and boil. The resulting gale rolled into the gaps of the surrounding reefs, and immediately waves splashed, making a sharp whistling sound, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, which was creepy.

Ning Daoqi's eyes shone brightly, and he rushed forward, as if pouncing but not pouncing, as if slow but fast.

He reached out from his sleeves, his energy overflowing, and pointed a finger at the air wall. There was no ripple, but the finger changed to a claw, the palm changed to a claw, and the moves followed his heart, without any fixed method, like a heavenly horse galloping, and he couldn't test anything at all.

He no longer had the leisurely and natural posture, his style changed greatly, both hands were spread out, his hands were like bird pecks, and he set up a stance.

His body method was like roaming in the clouds, controlling the dragon, walking on the air wall, carrying out attacks that were as dense as rain, without any gaps, and pouring like mercury.

"In the realm of Grandmaster, your 'Eight Pounces of Scattered Hands' is not bad. Its essence lies in the word 'void'. Void can produce energy, so the void is endless. If you are pure and empty, then this void is real. Between void and reality, although there are a hundred states, it is nothing more than the natural Dao, mysterious and mysterious, neither big nor small."

The blue-shirted youth had one hand behind and one in front, and said:

"It's a pity that against me, it's like one is in the sky and one is on the ground, like naughty children playing with birds."

As he spoke, the air wall vibrated slightly. Ning Daoqi's eyelids jumped, his spiritual sense warned him, and he straightened his immortal bones. His whole body's robes moved without wind, his beard and eyebrows stood up, and his form became fierce and boundless.

He gathered all his cultivation into his fists and tried his best to resist.

"Bang!"

A figure smashed a deep pit on the ground, but the immortal-looking Ning Daoqi turned into a puddle of mud, hard-pressed to death by the air wall.

The blue-shirted youth lowered his eyes:

"Continue."

Shi Zhixuan's aura condensed, and the clothes blown by the night wind suddenly stopped. He took a step forward with his right foot, shaking out a sound like muffled thunder, echoing in the crisscrossing caves on the island, echoing endlessly, with a frightening momentum.

The whole lonely island seemed to shake, covering up the sound of waves and wind.

He appeared in front of the air wall extremely treacherously and punched it, immediately shaking out ripples like flowing water.

"The Evil King is old and strong, very good!" The blue-shirted youth had a smile on his mouth:

"It's a pity... it's not enough."

In an instant, Shi Zhixuan stood in place, his fists swinging into afterimages, constantly bombarding a spot on the air wall.

I saw that the more he fought, the heavier his aura became. Obviously, he used the "Undying Seal Method", using the rapid conversion of life and death energy to borrow and transform energy.

Shi Zhixuan threw a thousand punches and roared suddenly. His clothes fluttered and flew, and the wind roared. Clouds actually appeared out of thin air, swirling around him.

Immediately, he threw three punches, and the air wall collapsed.

"Interesting. Taking heaven and earth as death, and oneself as life, forcibly capturing the essence of heaven and earth into the body, and transforming it into True Yuan energy. This mysterious technique of seizing the creation of heaven and earth and grabbing the essence of the universe seems to have absorbed the essence of the 'Dao Heart Planting Demon Great Law'."

Zhuang Buran clapped his hands and laughed:

"Is it like this?"

As the words fell, the clouds around the blue-shirted youth became more intense, and he looked more like an ethereal immortal who might ride the wind at any time.

The essence of heaven and earth seemed to be out of control, pouring into his body through all the pores of his body, and a hundred-zhang-high air wall suddenly appeared around him.

"Evil King, the human body is always limited, but the universe is infinite. If you only gather and don't disperse, at best you will go into devilry, and at worst you will be smashed to pieces on the spot. Why don't you continue to attack?"

At this moment, not only Shi Zhixuan's pupils shook, but the others couldn't hide the shock on their faces. Just by looking at it, he actually learned the opponent's martial arts. How could there be such a martial arts monster in the world?

"Master, you are indeed the Heavenly Holy Monarch that Wanwan recognizes. I have realized the 'Heavenly Demon Strategy' for many years and have many insights."

Wanwan rose into the air, and within thirty-three meters of her body, people felt the illusion of spatial depression, making it extremely uncomfortable to be unable to exert force. This was the use of the Heavenly Demon Force Field.

Her eyes showed strange light, and an aura shot into the sky. She also absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, and the Heavenly Demon Force Field quickly expanded to a range of seventy or eighty zhang.

The Heavenly Demon Force Field was like a bottomless black hole, instantly swallowing the hundred-zhang air wall. The changing power appeared on all sides of the blue-shirted youth.

Zhuang Buran waved his sleeves and swept away the invisible power.

"Expanding the range of the Heavenly Demon Force Field seems strong and unparalleled, but the human body is limited after all. How can it compare to the extraordinary ability of the force field to follow the body?"

The blue-shirted youth suddenly appeared behind Wanwan:

"To me, the Heavenly Demon Force Field, which seems strong now, has the biggest weakness—it's you!"

With a "bang", the Heavenly Demon Force Field dissipated, and a shallow pit was smashed into the ground. Wanwan knelt on one knee, supporting the ground, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Shi Zhixuan flashed and appeared in front of Zhuang Buran, throwing a punch without any fancy, but showing the subtle changes of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, strands of flute sound that seemed to contain the thunder of heaven and earth kept pouring into the blue-shirted youth's ears.

Zhuang Buran turned a deaf ear, patted out a palm lightly, and slapped Shi Zhixuan sixty to one hundred meters away, appearing in front of Shi Qingxuan in a flash, clamping the flute with two fingers, and smiled:

"All the methods in the 'Miaole Lingfei Sutra' are to temper the spiritual senses of the ears, listening to the sounds of heaven, earth, and man, listening to the sounds with sound, listening to the sounds without sound, listening to the urgency of wind and thunder, and listening to the subtlety of blood."

"Seeing that I also practiced this skill, is it because you think the strongest is the weakest? It's really a good idea."

After he finished speaking, he clamped his two fingers, and the jade flute turned into powder, and he took the opportunity to take the sword finger straight to Shi Qingxuan's eyebrows.

Shi Qingxuan leaned back, the power under her feet shook, and she retreated rapidly. The sword finger followed like a shadow, threatening.

She immediately used this 'Spirit Dance', twisted her body, turned defense into attack, and between her palms and legs, the palm power and leg wind fell on the blue-shirted youth, and the power contained in it was like a rope and thread, trying to pull the True Qi in his body.

Zhuang Buran leaned his body and dodged a sudden punch, but saw Shi Zhixuan appear, suddenly manifesting twenty or thirty afterimages.

A smile appeared on the blue-shirted youth's face, his body was illusory, and he manifested forty or fifty afterimages in the same way.

In an instant, all the illusory figures manifested by Shi Zhixuan were defeated, and his true body was slapped to the ground.

More than ten illusory figures appeared around Kou and Xu and Song Que.

With a "clang", Kou Zhong drew his sword, and a sword momentum based on mountains and rivers, like the majesty of the Five Mountains and the surging of rivers, suddenly rose.

Xu Ziling's hands showed afterimages, hitting out blade energy that seemed endless.

Song Que stared at the Narcissus Sword placed in front of his chest, like an old monk entering meditation, his eyes shining brightly, revealing a thought of no life, no death, no victory, no defeat.

The moment he swung the sword, it seemed that the killing aura of heaven and earth was concentrated on the blade. The Narcissus Sword in his hand didn't bring any wind-breaking sound, and didn't feel any sword energy, sweeping across the illusory figures around him.

The blue-shirted youth's figure around the three of them shattered accordingly.

"The 'Heavenly Son Sword' deduced from the 'Guizang Sword', the 'Heavenly Object Blade' containing all things in heaven and earth, and the Heavenly Blade that has reached the realm of heaven and man."

"Hahaha..."

After a burst of laughter, more than a hundred illusory figures appeared on the peak.

"Wanwan, just by thinking, how can you understand the mystery of the force field following the body? It's better to realize it between life and death."

The sudden dust tornado swallowed Wanwan.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 120 =====