Chapter 337 Lihuo Sword Art, Form 3
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Ke Ning
After the huge shadow appeared, it absorbed the aura crazily. Its huge body was like a bottomless black hole, and it crazily devoured the aura around it.
The huge shadow gradually and quickly became real, a huge humanoid monster.
The ferocious face and a pair of blank eyes make people shudder.A mouthful of blue fangs added a bit of terror.
The gleaming blue armor, and a daunting machete, the machete is sharp and cold.
"Suffer to death!"
Cui Lun's face was pale. Summoning this wood spirit cost a lot of money, but it was all worth it.
This is his proud move, and its power is astonishing.
"Kill him for me!"
Although the wood spirit is huge, its speed is not weak, and it appeared in front of Lu Shaoqing in a flash.
Raising the huge machete, he slashed at Lu Shaoqing fiercely.
There was a loud sound of piercing through the air, and the power of this knife was steady and powerful, as if it wanted to cut through the entire space.
Lu Shaoqing didn't dare to resist it head-on. This guy is powerful and agile, and if he fights head-on, he might be cut into a pulp with a single knife.
Lu Shaoqing teleported and appeared behind Mu Ling, and Mo Junjian slashed down fiercely.
The sharp sword light, the violent and fiery sword intent fell on the wood spirit.
The sword intent that was invincible before did not work this time. The sword fell on the wood spirit, leaving a trail of sparks on the surface of the armor.
The wood spirit's counterattack was quick, there was no need to turn around, the machete had already roared towards it.
"trouble!"
Lu Shaoqing could only dodge again.
He is now like a bird besieging an elephant.
"Empty fire!"
The first form of Lihuo Sword Art.
The flames that rose out of thin air enveloped and devoured the wood spirit like waves.
The blazing fire burned the sky and boiled the sea.
however.
Amidst the blazing flames, a gleaming blue machete appeared with flames, and came straight to Lu Shaoqing.
"I wipe!"
Lu Shaoqing could only dodge again, and appeared in the distance in an instant, thousands of miles away. Looking at the huge wood spirit, he felt a headache.
He is worthy of being the elder of Guiyuan Pavilion. He was born in the regular army, and he is much stronger than the casual cultivators like Fan He.
"Haha, how about it, brat, what can you do?"
In Cui Lun's triumphant laughter, there was a strong killing intent.
"to die"
Cui Lun continued to direct the wood spirit to attack while laughing.
Cha Liangjun, who was watching the battle from a distance, saw his master gaining the upper hand, a smile appeared on his handsome face.
He waved it subconsciously, only to remember that his folding fan was broken by Lu Shaoqing.
The pretense fan was broken, and Cha Liangjun's mood became a little worse.
He glanced around, "Hmph, he still has a junior sister, go and stop her, she can't escape"
Cui Lun controlled the wood spirit to continuously attack Lu Shaoqing.
The wood spirit has amazing defensive power, agility, and extremely fast speed. Lu Shaoqing can't do anything about him for a while.
He wanted to cross the wood spirit several times to kill Cui Lun, but finally found that he couldn't do it and had to give up.
"It seems that we can only defeat this ugly and big guy."
"Just now the first move of the Lihuo Sword Art is not very effective, try the second move."
Lu Shaoqing's eyes became indifferent again, like a sword fairy who came to heaven.
Mo Jun's sword crossed a mysterious trajectory, the Lihuo Sword Art, the second form.
Thousand Sparks!
The sun in the sky seemed to be dimmed a little because of this, and the little sparks seemed to fall from the sky, and seemed to appear out of thin air.
Like countless elves, swaying in the wind, they look inexplicably cute.
Countless sparks converged like streams of water, once again enveloping the wood spirit in endless flames.
The flames were hot, exuding scorching heat, burning violently.
The sword intent surged, with endless sharpness, wreaking havoc.
Seeing that Lu Shaoqing was still like this, Cui Lun couldn't help laughing, "Do you think my wood spirit can be dealt with with fire?"
However, Cui Lun's expression quickly changed.
He felt that the wood spirit with which he was closely connected was damaged.
The feeling he heard let him know that the wood spirit was injured and its strength had declined.
Cui Lun exclaimed, "No, it's impossible."
When the wood spirit rushed out of the flames, Cui Lun saw that a large piece of the armor on the wood spirit's body had melted, and only a few scattered pieces stuck to his body, exposing the turquoise torso inside.
Even the machete was burnt out a few chips and lost its blue luster.
Cui Lun's heart was full of horror, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.
Could it be that he is stronger than me?
Cui Lun is very aware of the strength of his own wood spirit, and the Nascent Soul of the same realm cannot do anything to it unless it is of extraordinary strength.
However, Lu Shaoqing's sword can severely damage the wood spirit.
"you you"
"What are you?" Lu Shaoqing smiled coldly, "Say goodbye to this world."
After saying that, Mo Jun's sword lit up, and the white light was dazzling.
The third form of Lihuo Sword Art.
"Stay away from the fire and burn the sky!"
Under Cui Lun's horrified eyes, Lu Shaoqing slashed down with his sword, as if breaking the sky and breaking the earth, all the immortals in the sky fell into the mortal world, and white flames quickly covered the entire sky.
The white flame seemed to burn up the sky, and at the same time destroy everything under the world.
The cyan wood spirit also seemed to feel a huge threat, bursting out with a dazzling cyan light, its mouth full of fangs opened wide, and roared loudly.
When the white and blue rays of light collided, an earth-shattering sound erupted, and the waves of air that were set off wreaked havoc.
The earth collapsed, cracks appeared in the collapse, mountains and mountains were destroyed in the collapse, countless animals wailed and screamed and disappeared in the terrifying air waves.
"what!"
Cui Lun screamed, his mind and wood spirit were tightly connected.
His screams represented the destruction of the wood spirit.
The cyan light was swallowed by the white flame.
Cui Lun screamed, and the terrifying flames spread immediately. Under the white flames, his body melted like winter snow in the sun.
His flesh is dissipating, his bones are melting.
Cui Lun desperately urged all the spiritual power in his body, and mobilized all the power to resist.
In the end it was all to no avail.
Cui Lun's Nascent Soul escaped amidst the flames all over the sky, the violent sword intent, and the turbulent sword moves.
Cui Lun's body has completely disappeared, leaving only a Nascent Soul to escape.
Moreover, the escaped Nascent Soul's face was full of panic, and his breath was weak.
Lu Shaoqing's sword not only crushed his wood spirit, but also shattered his body, even Yuan Ying was almost annihilated by this sword.
"This is definitely not a heavenly skill"
Cui Lun's Nascent Soul screamed in horror, and quickly fled outside.
However, Lu Shaoqing's figure appeared in time, and a big hand firmly grasped his Nascent Soul
The huge shadow gradually and quickly became real, a huge humanoid monster.
The ferocious face and a pair of blank eyes make people shudder.A mouthful of blue fangs added a bit of terror.
The gleaming blue armor, and a daunting machete, the machete is sharp and cold.
"Suffer to death!"
Cui Lun's face was pale. Summoning this wood spirit cost a lot of money, but it was all worth it.
This is his proud move, and its power is astonishing.
"Kill him for me!"
Although the wood spirit is huge, its speed is not weak, and it appeared in front of Lu Shaoqing in a flash.
Raising the huge machete, he slashed at Lu Shaoqing fiercely.
There was a loud sound of piercing through the air, and the power of this knife was steady and powerful, as if it wanted to cut through the entire space.
Lu Shaoqing didn't dare to resist it head-on. This guy is powerful and agile, and if he fights head-on, he might be cut into a pulp with a single knife.
Lu Shaoqing teleported and appeared behind Mu Ling, and Mo Junjian slashed down fiercely.
The sharp sword light, the violent and fiery sword intent fell on the wood spirit.
The sword intent that was invincible before did not work this time. The sword fell on the wood spirit, leaving a trail of sparks on the surface of the armor.
The wood spirit's counterattack was quick, there was no need to turn around, the machete had already roared towards it.
"trouble!"
Lu Shaoqing could only dodge again.
He is now like a bird besieging an elephant.
"Empty fire!"
The first form of Lihuo Sword Art.
The flames that rose out of thin air enveloped and devoured the wood spirit like waves.
The blazing fire burned the sky and boiled the sea.
however.
Amidst the blazing flames, a gleaming blue machete appeared with flames, and came straight to Lu Shaoqing.
"I wipe!"
Lu Shaoqing could only dodge again, and appeared in the distance in an instant, thousands of miles away. Looking at the huge wood spirit, he felt a headache.
He is worthy of being the elder of Guiyuan Pavilion. He was born in the regular army, and he is much stronger than the casual cultivators like Fan He.
"Haha, how about it, brat, what can you do?"
In Cui Lun's triumphant laughter, there was a strong killing intent.
"to die"
Cui Lun continued to direct the wood spirit to attack while laughing.
Cha Liangjun, who was watching the battle from a distance, saw his master gaining the upper hand, a smile appeared on his handsome face.
He waved it subconsciously, only to remember that his folding fan was broken by Lu Shaoqing.
The pretense fan was broken, and Cha Liangjun's mood became a little worse.
He glanced around, "Hmph, he still has a junior sister, go and stop her, she can't escape"
Cui Lun controlled the wood spirit to continuously attack Lu Shaoqing.
The wood spirit has amazing defensive power, agility, and extremely fast speed. Lu Shaoqing can't do anything about him for a while.
He wanted to cross the wood spirit several times to kill Cui Lun, but finally found that he couldn't do it and had to give up.
"It seems that we can only defeat this ugly and big guy."
"Just now the first move of the Lihuo Sword Art is not very effective, try the second move."
Lu Shaoqing's eyes became indifferent again, like a sword fairy who came to heaven.
Mo Jun's sword crossed a mysterious trajectory, the Lihuo Sword Art, the second form.
Thousand Sparks!
The sun in the sky seemed to be dimmed a little because of this, and the little sparks seemed to fall from the sky, and seemed to appear out of thin air.
Like countless elves, swaying in the wind, they look inexplicably cute.
Countless sparks converged like streams of water, once again enveloping the wood spirit in endless flames.
The flames were hot, exuding scorching heat, burning violently.
The sword intent surged, with endless sharpness, wreaking havoc.
Seeing that Lu Shaoqing was still like this, Cui Lun couldn't help laughing, "Do you think my wood spirit can be dealt with with fire?"
However, Cui Lun's expression quickly changed.
He felt that the wood spirit with which he was closely connected was damaged.
The feeling he heard let him know that the wood spirit was injured and its strength had declined.
Cui Lun exclaimed, "No, it's impossible."
When the wood spirit rushed out of the flames, Cui Lun saw that a large piece of the armor on the wood spirit's body had melted, and only a few scattered pieces stuck to his body, exposing the turquoise torso inside.
Even the machete was burnt out a few chips and lost its blue luster.
Cui Lun's heart was full of horror, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.
Could it be that he is stronger than me?
Cui Lun is very aware of the strength of his own wood spirit, and the Nascent Soul of the same realm cannot do anything to it unless it is of extraordinary strength.
However, Lu Shaoqing's sword can severely damage the wood spirit.
"you you"
"What are you?" Lu Shaoqing smiled coldly, "Say goodbye to this world."
After saying that, Mo Jun's sword lit up, and the white light was dazzling.
The third form of Lihuo Sword Art.
"Stay away from the fire and burn the sky!"
Under Cui Lun's horrified eyes, Lu Shaoqing slashed down with his sword, as if breaking the sky and breaking the earth, all the immortals in the sky fell into the mortal world, and white flames quickly covered the entire sky.
The white flame seemed to burn up the sky, and at the same time destroy everything under the world.
The cyan wood spirit also seemed to feel a huge threat, bursting out with a dazzling cyan light, its mouth full of fangs opened wide, and roared loudly.
When the white and blue rays of light collided, an earth-shattering sound erupted, and the waves of air that were set off wreaked havoc.
The earth collapsed, cracks appeared in the collapse, mountains and mountains were destroyed in the collapse, countless animals wailed and screamed and disappeared in the terrifying air waves.
"what!"
Cui Lun screamed, his mind and wood spirit were tightly connected.
His screams represented the destruction of the wood spirit.
The cyan light was swallowed by the white flame.
Cui Lun screamed, and the terrifying flames spread immediately. Under the white flames, his body melted like winter snow in the sun.
His flesh is dissipating, his bones are melting.
Cui Lun desperately urged all the spiritual power in his body, and mobilized all the power to resist.
In the end it was all to no avail.
Cui Lun's Nascent Soul escaped amidst the flames all over the sky, the violent sword intent, and the turbulent sword moves.
Cui Lun's body has completely disappeared, leaving only a Nascent Soul to escape.
Moreover, the escaped Nascent Soul's face was full of panic, and his breath was weak.
Lu Shaoqing's sword not only crushed his wood spirit, but also shattered his body, even Yuan Ying was almost annihilated by this sword.
"This is definitely not a heavenly skill"
Cui Lun's Nascent Soul screamed in horror, and quickly fled outside.
However, Lu Shaoqing's figure appeared in time, and a big hand firmly grasped his Nascent Soul
