Chapter 62: Smog

On a cliff above the Wuxing Peak, a black cloud of unharmed eyes looked at the fog cloud under Jiang Yun's body. There was a strange color in his eyes. He muttered: "This fog cloud is not a magic weapon at all. Under the clouds, at least hundreds of fogs are connected to the dense fog below, making dense fog like water, fog like a stem, and fog like a lotus, so that Jiang Yun can be lifted into the air and look like a flight!"

"This is clearly a technique! And to do this, the control of Aura needs to be extremely precise, even if it is me, it can't be done! This is Jiang Yun, extraordinary!"

It’s true that there’s nothing wrong with it. This is the real reason why Jiang Yun can “fly”, but those miscellaneous and outside disciples can’t see the fine mist of hair under the fog cloud, so they mistakenly think of the fog. It is a flying instrument.

It’s not only invisible, but the peak elders and inner disciples naturally see it, and that’s why they are shocked.

A monk who is fluent in the world can achieve such an appalling degree to the control of Reiki. Even if it is not amazing, it must be hard work and hard work.

The face of Tian Fufeng’s main character suddenly showed a bitter smile, and gently said: "I am afraid that my biggest mistake is not to accept this village wild coward as a disciple! I don't know, I still can't come now!"

Wei Zhengyang, who was originally prepared to take out, was naturally shocked. In the heart, there was a very strong thought that there was no reason. If Jiang Yun is not dead, then Fang Yuxuan will be a great threat in the future!

The thought came out, even Wei Zhengyang could not believe it, but the thought was so incomparably so strong that his face changed after a moment of change, and finally he gnawed his teeth: "There is a way to solve the problem." Even if you are blamed by the lord today, you must kill Jiang Yun, and you must not let this kid grow up!"

For everyone's surprise, seeing through, Jiang Yun did not care, at this moment under the fog cloud, he is getting closer and closer to Zheng Yuan, and he has a strong sense of excitement and relief!

Because at this moment, the aura of the three veins in his body, after Zheng Yuan’s attack, especially the last sword’s penetration, has been consumed by seven or eight, and the remaining aura is still quite a lot. But at least within the scope of his body can afford.

What's more, there is only one-tenth of the impurities in the ninth meridian. Once it is opened, it means that he will enter the nine-fold environment of the Tongmai, only one step away from the blessed land!

In fact, it is impossible for Jiang Yun to be Zheng Yuan’s opponent, even if he is a thoroughman!

It should be known that between the nine veins of the Tongmai and the weight of the blessing, the difference in the body's spirit is close to a hundred times. Such a huge gap can be achieved by the force of the flesh.

However, it is not the right time for Zheng Yuan to attack Jiang Yun.

If the aura in Zheng Yuan’s body is one hundred, then the aura in Jiang Yun’s body is only one, but the aura of the three Tongmai Dan is at least 90!

The gap between one and one hundred, the strength of the flesh can not be crossed, but the gap between the ninety-one and one hundred, with the strength of Jiang Yun's body, plus the cloud and fog that he just learned from the old black It may still be impossible to cross, but at least there is a battle.

Today, Jiang Yun is going to fight Zheng Yuan!

Looking at Zheng Yuan, who is already far away, Jiang Yun’s eyes are violently rising, and the powerful **** gas above the body rushes out, and reaches out and sighs in the mouth: “Smog!”

"boom!"

The fog cloud that kept him under his body, suddenly swelled with the finger of Jiang Yun, swept past Jiang Yun’s body, and turned into a huge finger. Zheng Yuan!

This finger seems to be illusory, but the fingerprints on it are clearly visible, and even inside it is like hiding a myriad of beasts. At this moment, the roaring and crazy screams are heard, and the voice is very powerful.

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Under the Tibetan Peak, the many disciples who looked up and watched the sound of the beasts heard inside them. Most people already felt the whole body chilling and the body trembled.

As you can imagine, the power of this finger is great!

On the top of the peak of the Red Dust Peak, a middle-aged woman with a blue head frowned and her ears slightly twitched. She said to herself: "This technique is not for me to ask the Taoist, but it actually contains the melody. I don't know. Where did this child come from, but this one is very suitable for my red dust peak!"

The technique of cloud and fog is not only a technique, but there is no fixed technique, but it can be used to change countless attacks according to the change of fog.

By cultivating to the extreme, it is able to self-contain the cloud, trap the enemy, and let the fog morph into various forms to attack the enemy.

Jiang Yun naturally did not reach this level, but he just used a small cloud to temporarily block the fire sword, thus cutting off the connection between Jian and Zheng Yuan.

This smog is also a kind of technique that the old black created according to Jiang Yun’s **** suffocation after killing a large number of beasts.

Bloody, suffocating; in the mist, it is smog!

The power of this technique is not in power, but in shocking, shocking opponents with suffocation!

From the appearance of Zheng Yuan until now, Jiang Yun has always been in a position of beating, has never been able to fight back, and now, is his first initiative to take the shot!

At this moment, Zheng Yuan, when he saw that Jiang Yun could follow his own body and flew into the air, he already had fear in his heart.

Now I heard the fierce beasts coming from behind the fog, especially since he was killed, so he was extremely sensitive to suffocation, so he felt stronger than the other people. Helium.

All of this made him tremble with trepidation. He even dared not to pick up Jiang Yun’s finger. He just speeded up and wanted to avoid the fog.

After all, Zheng Yuan is a blessed land. He relies on his own aura to fly. Once he accelerates, it is indeed impossible for the fog to catch up. However, Jiang Yun does not change his face, and his palm rises again.

A long fire dragon rushed out of his palm, but not rushed to Zheng Yuan, but slammed into the fog!

"boom!"

Under the impact of the fire dragon, although the hot temperature reduced the volume of the fog finger by a few points, the force of the impact caused the speed of the fog to suddenly increase, and the distance between Zheng and Yuan was shortened in an instant, and it was surrounded by Zheng Yuan. Above the fire river.

The fire river collapsed in an instant, and although the fog pointed out that it was also depleted, the cast was not reduced until it was on the back of Zheng Yuan.

"boom!"

Another loud noise rang, the fog disappeared, and then Zheng Yuan made a scream. The whole person, like a huge stone, fell straight from the air toward the ground, squatting on the ground, lying There was no movement there.

Jiang Yun, who lost the fog cloud, also fell to the ground, standing beside Zheng Yuan, looking at him with a condescending look. After a slight hesitation in his eyes, he suddenly raised his hand and held it in his hand. The handle belongs to Zheng Yuan’s fire sword, and the thorns of the thorns are on the throat of Zheng Yuan!