Chapter 103 Spirit Storm
Hua Yi Leng and Si Chen are equally important in Xiao Tian's heart. He will not bias him because he knows the balance in Hua Yi Leng's heart first. The reason why he save Hua Yi Leng first is that Hua Yi Leng is closer to him.
At this time, the flower also lay coldly on the ground and didn't even have the strength to move a finger, but he didn't need to move, even a finger.
The power of thought like water gushed out of his eyebrows and poured up like a clear spring, making people feel relaxed and happy. This power of thought spread evenly in front of Hua Yiqi's body, covering his whole body underneath.
Wow!
The wind blade has come, and the cyan transparent wind blade shines with cold light, like the sickle waved by death. All plants that were unfortunately scratched by the wind blade halfway, no matter how thick the trees, were cut off without exception.
Such a fierce wind blade has long been more powerful than ordinary hot weapons, and it is not something that flesh and blood can resist at all.
But this wind blade can't fall on Hua Yi Leng's body. Above him, a layer of intangible things blocked the fall of the wind blade. The wind blade is like two magnets with the same polarity as the flowers on the ground. It can't be approached at all. No matter how hard the wind blade tries to fall, it can only stop there and can't move forward one more. Milli.
The meaning of wind lies in movement. Only the moving airflow is the wind, and once the wind stops, it will no longer be wind and will dissipate.
Although the wind blade is thousands of times more powerful than the wind, its essence is still the wind. It is blocked by the thought layer and unable to move forward. After struggling for a while, it disappears into the air.
"Little guy, but oh, I actually took over this wind blade, but I still won't be soft!" A swordsman led, and eight wind blades swept out.
The eight wind blades, superimposed, alternate and covered up, are as powerful as the tsunami in the Indian Ocean, almost overturning this small space. As soon as the wind blade is formed, the air there is pulled away to maintain the high-speed cutting and lubrication of the wind blade. The birthplace of the wind blade becomes a vacuum in an instant!
Where the wind blade passed, it was like a thick tornado raging by, directly pulling out a destructive posture. The trees, flowers and plants were swept up into the sky in an instant like dry straw. Before they could be carried away by the tornado, they were crushed into slag in the wind blade.
The surface of the building, white lime walls and beautiful tiles, like being hit by a huge hammer, broke into countless pieces on the spot. After the tornado, the building was like a little girl who was raped, striped off a layer of skin, and the cyan stone bricks** poured out his misfortune in the night sky.
These eight wind blades add up to a diameter of more than ten meters, which is as ferocious as prehistoric monsters, and the flowers on the ground are also coldly rolled.
This is a chance for you and an answer. After this move, if you can still survive, then I will no longer take action against you and let you die.
Although a sword appreciates Hua Yi Leng, it is under the pressure of "above" and dares not open the back door for Hua Yi. In fact, this is not so much a chance to give Hua Yi Leng, but as an excuse for his weakness in his bones that he dares not disobey the order.
Under his estimation, it is absolutely impossible for Hua Yi Leng to escape from this blow.
The tornado landed directly in the place where the flower was cold, overturning the entire cement floor, causing a large pit with a diameter of more than ten meters and a depth of five or six meters.
"Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity that we are enemies." He didn't go to find Hua Yilieng's body with a single sword. At this level of attack, the teenager had been torn to pieces for a long time.
"I don't know if Alice has completed the task." With a sword, he turned around and left.
He only took two steps, and a huge crisis suddenly came from his back. Years of combat experience made him react at the first time, almost subconsciously. His left hand stretched out flat, and a stream of ideas immediately spewed out, just like the gas sprayed under the rocket when it was launched.
And his body, under this huge recoil, moved to the right in an instant.
In his original place, the cement floor was cut by an invisible force, which was as easy as cutting tofu.
How is that possible? That teenager is not dead yet?!
A sword turned his head and saw a teenager with an indifferent face standing there without saying a word next to the big pit caused by the eight wind blades.
"How come? Aren't your bones broken? How can you still move?" A sword asked.
Hua also did not speak and stood still, but in front of his body, the air fluctuated strangely. A huge wind blade was formed and cut towards a sword. In the wind blade, countless small wind blades were swimming, alternating and rotating.
A sword's face changed at that moment. This teenager was really unbelievable. He learned his moves in such a short time and dealt with himself in turn.
But isn't it funny that you can deal with me with my moves no matter how much you are?
With a sword and a smile, he stood still, quietly waiting for the arrival of the wind blade. I would like to see how much you have learned.
The wind blade fell to the top of the head, and as soon as the sword led, the wind blade stopped moving forward and suspended in front of the sword.
"It looks so realistic, it turns out to be false." The spiritual power of a sword entered the wind blade, and you suddenly knew the inside, "This is just a pile of wind blades gathered together randomly. There is no rule and it doesn't work."
"But it's good to be able to do this in such a short time." Yijian said yes, but his appreciation of Hua Yi Leng in his heart was reduced. This forged wind blade was really poorly made, and it was not even unsatisfactory.
It turned out that he was nothing more than that. As soon as this idea came to his mind, a sword suddenly became a little more murderous to Hua Yi's cold. After all, that was his task.
Boom!
The sound of a sword fell, and the wind blade like his toy, which was fixed in the air and kept floating up and down, suddenly exploded. The explosion of gas, without fire factors such as gunpowder, will not produce sparks, but the explosion power of this airflow is too huge, and the speed of the airflow is too fast, making these airflow and the surrounding static air rub out a colorful light like an aurora, as beautiful as fireworks blooming in the vast night sky.
The body of a sword was overturned far away by the violent airflow, hit the ground heavily, with a mouth and a mouthful of blood spewed out.
In his eyes, there was an unconcealed shock.
This teenager's mind is so terrible that he first used the copycat version of his wind blade to paralyze himself and make himself careless. In fact, the attack similar to his wind blade is not the wind blade at all, but an air explosion.
He can also understand the principle of air explosion, that is, he took advantage of many small wind blades in the wind blade. It turned out that he thought that the other party was a parrot and learned it was ridiculous, but now he only thinks it was ridiculous. When did he learn from your attack? It's just another kind of attack. You are still laughing at others in your heart. It's really ridiculous!
In such a short time, changing the combined movement trajectory and running speed of the wind blade to produce a completely different explosive effect from crushing, how can this learning ability be comparable to his wind blade by simply looking at it?
Flowers are not as talkative as a sword. It is reasonable to kill you when you are sick. While a sword falls to the ground, a knife cuts through the air and roars down.
If this "knife" is cut down, there is no doubt that the head of a sword will be removed. Few spiritual powers are physically strong.
The whole head of a sword and the neck are instantly surrounded by a layer of thought armor, and the knife of mind has been cut down. The confrontation between this invisible knife and shield is actually the same as the physical knife shield, bursting out with the sound of crisp metal intersection, and a series of electric sparks also arisen out of thin air.
While fighting against Hua Yi's cold attack, a sword was not idle. He lay on the ground and patted his palm on the ground, and a fluctuation rushed into the surface.
The fluctuation quickly spread coldly towards the flower. Where the fluctuated, the ground cracked instantly, and the soil mixed with cement and soil was thrown into the air. After the fluctuation, the soil landed again. From a distance, it was like a small ball with a relatively large diameter squeezed forward in an elastic pipe with a smaller diameter.
Hua Yi Leng also saw this fluctuation. He took a step and flashed aside, but his steps looked extremely stiff, just like the puppet, which was very strange. A few steps were like a drunk, and almost fell to the ground.
Hua Yiling's speed could not be compared with the fluctuation. It only spread to his feet after only a few steps, and the surface suddenly collapsed, just like a huge syringe specially pumping soil to dry the land under his feet in an instant. Hua Yi's cold feet suddenly became a void, and he lost his place to stand!
Hua Yi's cold body immediately fell to the collapsed ground, but only half of it fell. His body seemed to fall into a very buoyant balloon and floated up.
It was a balloon formed by his thoughts wrapped around his whole body, but this high-power output idea consumes his mental power too much. He will not waste his mental strength so much until necessary.
So that's how he walks. Yijian finally knew why Hua Yi Leng's bones were shattered and still be able to move, because his movement did not rely on muscles and bones, but on ideas.
He uses his thoughts on his hands and feet, and uses the power of his thoughts to push the swing of his hands and feet to achieve the purpose of walking.
However, this teenager's mental strength is too huge, isn't it?
How long can he last with such an amazing consumption?
What kind of understanding can you transform the wind blade after watching it several times?!
The bones of his whole body are broken, but he can persist in this way and continue to fight. The pain he endures can't speak at all. What kind of perseverance?!
What kind of spiritual power is such a high-power output power?!
What kind of talent is it to reach this level at such a young age?!
From the beginning, Yijian's appreciation of Hua Yi Leng has evolved into jealousy, ** | naked jealousy. If he let this teenager grow up, it won't take long for him to throw himself away!
This situation is absolutely not allowed to happen. This kind of genius will be strangled in the cradle.
"Spirit Storm!" A sword gritted his teeth and used his unique skill at the bottom of the box. His fierce and unreserved output of his incomparable spiritual power, like fixed-point transmission, abruptly poured into Hua Yi's cold head.
Although Hua Yi Leng is a genius, after all, his spiritual power is still inferior to that of a sword. The spiritual power of a sword pours out and pours into Hua Yi's cold mind, directly breaking through his sea of knowledge. His seven orifices shed blood in an instant, and his mind also flooded when the sea of knowledge broke. No, even if he can still die, he can only be a fool...