Chapter 17 Heaven and Earth Capture and Creation

The electric light rushes all over the sky, mixed with the deafening Thor. A large mass of flames fell from the sky and converged into a rain of fire. The dragon-shaped sword light flashed in the fire and rain to meet the overwhelming thunder and lightning. After each impact, the dragon-shaped sword light became stronger, like a young dragon growing rapidly.

Mr. Ou stared intently at the beating sword light in the air, and the overwhelming fire landed on him, which was melted into invisible by the layer of halo around him. The sound of the fire and rain became stronger and stronger. With the attack of thunder, he just relaxed the ape's arm and fought casually. He didn't care, but focused on controlling the flying dragon shape.

The form of natural disasters is ever-changing, and the most common is thunder disasters. At this time, what Mr. Ou encountered when he practiced his swords was thunder and fire. The thunder and fire fell like a rainstorm, accompanied by overwhelming thunder and lightning, intertwined and flashing around the dragon-shaped flying sword, constantly tempering this peerless magic soldier who was about to be born.

Mr. Ou only fought for a layer of protective gas, and resisted the turbulent fire like the tide. Looking at his expression, it was round and satisfactory, and the driving was light. He did not pay attention to the fire at all, but controlled the flying sword with all his strength to resist the thunder. The dragon-shaped sword light flew in the air in a strange route, allowing thunder and lightning to bombard it, but it became stronger and stronger.

This sword light seems to have a strange characteristic. It is not only not afraid of thunder and lightning, but also can swallow the thunder and turn it into its own vitality. This flying sword is refined with Dinghai God Iron as the original fetus. It is born with a strange texture. It is tempered thousands of times in the fire, and integrates the real sycamore tree, Xuanming water essence and Xiyang divine soil. It can be said to be the crystallization of the mother of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and absorbs the essence of countless natural materials and earth treasures. Therefore, once it is released, it has reached the level of transformation.

The dragon turned into a sword fetus is circulating in the air, and I don't know how many thunderstorms and fires have been swallowed. The original looming dragon shape is already substantial, and the sword body is black and bright, dazzling. This disaster has landed nine waves of thunder and fire one after another. Seeing that the tenth wave of fire and thunder is coming, Mr. Ou waved his arm and rushed out, like a roc spreading its wings and soaring in the sky.

The clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and the tenth wave of thunderstorms that were waiting for finally came. It was no longer scattered lightning, but the accumulation of a large group of thunder. It was not until that space could no longer accommodate many vitality, and the powerful thunder spewed out with the tsunami-like pressure.

This time, the thunderlight no longer stared at the flying sword turned into a wandering dragon, but shot at Mr. Ou's great body in groups. Countless dense lightning bombarded around him, and he pointed to the wandering dragon in the void with one hand and pulled out his sword in the other. The sword light swam with him and tried his best to resist the thunderstorm.

There are no fancy skills in this disaster, but relying on the endless spirit of heaven and earth, it is crushed with a dignified momentum. And Mr. Ou's reed to survive the disaster is just the extraordinary quality of the flying sword itself and his own cultivation and accumulation for thousands of years.

One person and one sword dodged in the air and withstood the bombardment of dozens of thunderstorms. The heavenly disaster also seemed to feel a little tired. The speed of thunderstorms gradually decreased, and after a moment of time, the thunders accumulated in the air disappeared, but the clouds all over the sky were still thick, and there was no trend of reduction. Potential.

Mr. Ou also seemed to be a little tired, allowing the sword light to escape freely in the air, falling from the air, meditating and breathing on the spot. The dragon-shaped sword fetus has absorbed countless thunder and fires and has expanded countless times, like a living dragon, constantly wandering and making earth-shaking roars.

The dormancy of the heavenly disaster is only a moment, and this moment of hibernation brings more terrible disasters. It is no longer the overwhelming thunder, this time it has been replaced by a nine-day wind disaster, and the wind blowing from the nearby fields. Occasionally, blind beasts passed by, and then were blown away by the indestructible wind, and the corpses were dispelled and extinguished.

Mr. Ou was blown by the strong wind and swayed in the air. His broad robe hunted and danced with the wind, and the original bun was blown away. The expression on his face gritted his teeth, as if he was enduring endless pain.

The dragon-shaped sword fetus was also blown away by this gust of wind. This kind of wind is extraordinary, but it is the nine-day qi, which can melt everything and blow away the soul with the clouds falling from the sky. The original tire of this flying sword has surpassed any material in the secular world and is not afraid of the erosion of the wind, but the newly generated magic weapon on the flying sword is very afraid of this wind. Because of its initial condensation of the spirit body, it cannot withstand the erosion of the nine-day qi. This flying sword spirit has just emerged, and there is not enough cohesion experience, but by instinct, it controls the left and right of the flying sword to block the bone dementor of the wind.

Mr. Ou's body is already a mixed body. Originally, he was not afraid of any ordinary power in the world, but this wind came from the disaster, which was far stronger than the wind and thunder in the world. Although it could not hurt the root, it could slowly erode his body. He can only rely on the powerful mana and strong vitality accumulated by thousands of years of practice to constantly support his true body protection and resolve the erosion from the wind.

He gritted his teeth and persisted for about an hour, and the wind gradually retreated. The sword tire flying in the void is really strange. After enduring the erosion at the beginning, the sword-shaped flying dragon faintly produced some strange changes. Instead, it was no longer afraid of the effect of the wind. Instead, it became stronger and stronger in the wind, and the sobs of the magic weapon from time to time disappeared, replaced by a sharp long roar.

The sword tire itself has been black and shiny, and there is a faint halo flashing on it. The huge dragon circled back and forth in the air, making an unyielding roar, as if it was fighting back against the injustice of the world, but it could not tolerate its smooth birth.

The tsunami-like wind also dissipated. Mr. Ou took a long breath and grasped this rare gap to adjust his breath. The clouds in the sky are not decreasing but increasing, and the third disaster is brewing. And the wandering dragon, which had stretched for dozens of feet, wandered in the air and let out an earth-shaking roar.

This time, the gap was longer than last time. Mr. Ou's pale face returned to red, but there was no relaxed expression on his face. When the pressure of the third disaster fell, he opened his eyes and his face became extremely ugly.

I saw that the clouds in the sky were still dense, but I don't know when ten suns appeared in the sky, emitting endless light and heat, as if to roast the whole earth into a piece of scorched earth. These ten suns are lined up in the air, accumulating endless masculinity. The aperture of the sun is getting brighter and brighter. When it reaches its limit, ten suns emit a shining white light at the same time, intertwined in the air, and then burst out. Countless huge fireballs fell from the sky with a scorching smell of destruction.

Mr. Ou waved his hand, and thousands of black gas came out of him. He rose to the sky, collided fiercely with the huge fireball in the air, and then disappeared without a trace. Mr. Ou's face became paler and paler, and there was a trace of unbelievable in his eyes. He looked at the huge wandering dragon in the air wandering between the sun and howled, and muttered to himself, "God, are you jealous of my creation?"