Chapter 41: Battle of the Wind
Chapter 41: Battle Overlord
"The art of wind cutting!"
"100-meter skill!"
After Ao Wuji easily dodged the attack of the domineering wind scar, the domineering wind scar also felt that Ao Wuji was different from ordinary second-level capable men. It was clean and neat, and there was no extra action. No wonder it could defeat Princess Hongyang.
"The power of the seal, open!"
Domineering wind marks soon realized his shortcomings. If he didn't do his best, he was likely to lose to this bastard named defeat.
"The art of swirling the praiform!"
At that time, a strong wind came out of thin air and rolled up the dust all over the sky. Wherever it passed, the blue flame burned up and burned to the proud infinite under the blowing of the strong wind.
Where the wind passes, the flames are like mountains.
This prairie art is a technique developed by the overbearing wind mark alone according to its own power of printing. With the help of the power of printing, it integrates creative attributes and superpower attributes. Wherever it is blown by the strong wind, it will ignite flames.
"Oh, my God, I'm most afraid of heat." The little slippery head has cried out in his arrogant heart.
Although Ao Wuji has the help of the 100-meter skill, the jade crystal flute can't be used well at all. Sometimes there is a burdensome feeling. At this moment, when you are in a hurry, you don't have to use the jade crystal flute. The 100-meter skill is directly exerted, and the body floats and retreats, but there is no way to crack it.
"Although this person's mind is poor, he combines the power of wind and fire on the application of strange skills, and it is not as bad as you think." The reminder sound of the little slippery head sounded again in the arrogant heart.
The two have walked all the way, and the little slippery man is no longer as distrustful as he was at the beginning. At this moment, although the situation is critical, he does not dissuade him.
"Oh, no, the seal power of Mr. Fenghen has killed a third-level capable man on the day of cultivation. I don't even dare to underestimate it. If I die, how can I explain to Princess Hongyang?" Ba Sanwei was so anxious that she was ordered to take over the defeat like an ants on a hot pot. If Princess Hongyang can't see anyone at that time, with her young lady's temper, it is estimated that many people will suffer.
But at this time, a red shadow, surrounded by four maids, turned from the corner of the garden. It was Princess Hongyang.
The three guards immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Princess Hongyang saw the defeat, she could take off her relationship. The defeat had nothing to do with her.
Seeing the flames flying in the good garden, Princess Hongyang's face first changed, and she couldn't help but attack, but she noticed that the person her cousin was dealing with turned out to be the arrogant boy of the world, and her face eased down again.
The maid brought bamboo chairs aside and presented them with jade liquid, and Princess Hongyang watched the bustle with great interest.
"Brother Fenghen, this second-level neng is relatively powerful. I will give you a two-minute grace. If I defeat him in five minutes, I will ignore you in the future."
Princess Hongyang said with a smile while tasting fragrant tea.
When Ba Fenghen heard the voice of her sexy and beautiful cousin, she was refreshed, her chakra strength recovered a little, and her mental strength became much stronger. She smiled at Princess Hongyang:
"Cousin, it won't take that long. Three minutes is enough."
Ao Wuji was very angry when he heard it. Obviously, in the eyes of Princess Hongyang and the domineering wind, he will definitely lose.
What made him more speechless was that the maid beside Princess Hongyang had already begun to time with a three-minute hourglass.
At this moment, I really want to kill the domineering wind scar, but I have just missed the best time to look at him. At this time, if I want to enter the consciousness space of the domineering wind scar, I must pass through the eyes of the domineering wind scar, but the eyes of the domineering wind scar are unpredictable, and it is difficult to capture the power of focusing on operating the printing.
"No, I can't always be chased by his flames. I have to find a way to crack it."
Anger is anger, but after all, his mind is different, his mind is firm, and he quickly calms down.
"It's rare to be a second-level capable man who can persist for so long. Based on this, I won't kill you today! Haha!"
The domineering wind marks enjoy the pleasure of playing with mice when a cat catches a mouse, and the anger just now has also been dispersed a lot. It is better to play with a weak person in his mind than to kill him.
"But I won't show mercy to you." Proudly said coldly.
"Look for death!"
The domineering wind roared, and his palms were pushed away flat. The wind also emerged with his movements, and the flames soared after the strong wind and pressed overwhelmingly on Ao Wuji's body.
"The art of crushing!"
Ao Wuji can't be so passive all the time. The emerald crystal flute swept out, and the powerful force passed through the flames and attacked the domineering wind marks.
However, people who practice the power of wind are very sensitive to the wind. Even if there are weak fluctuations in the air, they can clearly feel it. What's more, this arrogant move contains the power that can crush mountains and rocks. Although the power has not been completely released, the vibration generated in the air has spread to the body of the domineering wind marks. Above the body.
The domineering wind marks almost instinctively jump up, avoiding the sweeping power of the emerald crystal flute.
"Although his mind is poor, his strength is very strong, much better than Princess Hongyang."
When Ao Wuji dodged, his heart was awe-hearted, and he had to admit that the hegemony scar was indeed extraordinary.
The flame is like a ruthless predator chasing Ao Wuji and separating him from the domineering wind mark. Otherwise, the spirit of Ao Wuji would have used the "divine binding technique" to deal with the domineering wind mark would not fall to the point of being controlled by others everywhere.
"Little fool, the beautiful princess said to change the time to five minutes, but her little cousin persisted for three minutes. Have you noticed anything?" The unfathomable sound of the little slippery head sounded in the anxious heart.
"What?" Ao Wuji asked, but suddenly reacted and said secretly, "This boy's mind is very poor, and his power of printing can be used for three minutes at most, so it's a waste for him to take two more minutes, so he held on for three minutes to defeat me."
At the thought of this, Ao Wuji immediately had a calculation: "As long as I last, his mind will naturally be almost exhausted. At that time, it will be the weakest time, and I will fight back and defeat him in one fell swoop."
Through the flame, Ba Fenghen saw the smile at the corners of his mouth. Obviously, he had the upper hand, but the other party still showed such a confident smile. His heart was on fire again, and his power exploded like a flame. Obviously, Liaoyuan was much faster than just now.
"Haha, why is your printing power getting weaker and weaker? Is it because your mind consumes too much, and you can't use the empty chakra power, haha."
Ao Wuji is no longer the original fool. When fighting, your emotions cannot be restrained by the other party. When necessary, say a few words to affect the other party's emotions and achieve unexpected results.
This has been confirmed in himself.
Sure enough, the overlord wind marks that were completely provoked were even more like crazy to attack.
However, his attack is always avoided by arrogantly.
"It's time for me to fight back, fool!"
Ao Wuji suddenly shouted, and I don't know if he was affected by the small slippery head. He spoke with a little slippery tone. His body moved and no longer did not dodge like just now. This time, he went straight into the middle palace and rushed directly to the hegemonic wind.
"Just in time, let you die under my strongest blow!"
The domineering wind has not yet made a move and has laughed proudly.
"The power of printing, wind and fire!"
The domineering wind marks patted his hands on the chest, and the eyebrows flashed more brightly than just now. The invisible momentum swept away. The chaotic wind just now seemed to have a terrible formation, flying like a knife like a sword, shuttling through the garden.
However, after every strong wind dissipated this time, it did not cause flames.
However, with the arrangement of the strong wind, a fire city suddenly rose up and roared like a living thing, completely covering the arrogance and burning it inside.
"The wind scar is so powerful!"
The extraordinary hegemony is really full of heroism and men's charm, which has attracted the eyes of many maids.
"My cousin is also right. He has developed such a powerful trick and won't tell me." Princess Hongyang's eyes also released a strange luster, which is also the girl's worship of the strong.
"Poor for the defeat. In this world, reality will dominate everything, and it's a pity that the arms will never be able to beat the thighs." Ba Sanwei also appreciated it from his arrogant words and deeds, but this appreciation was just a hurried passer-by and would leave before he stopped.
Just when everyone thought that they were dead, there was a shout in the flames rising like a wall:
"100-meter skill!"
The black figure rushed out of the flames directly, his eyes became illusory and confused, and the meridian map of the domineering wind in his vision was clearly visible in his mind.
"The art of divine bondage!"
Just wanted to * control the palace in the flame and rewrap the arrogant defeat. Suddenly, his body stiffened, his body was sore and soft, and he sat on the ground weakly. His eyes were hazy, as if he had become dementia in an instant.
Proudly walked to the domineering wind, reached out and patted the burning flame on his body, and looked at the hourglass intentionally or unintentionally. The last drop of sand also slowly fell down.
Three minutes, three minutes to solve the arrogant, became three minutes to be solved by the arrogant.
Everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.
"It's no wonder he can defeat Princess Hongyang."
I don't dare to say it or say it, but almost everyone has this idea.
The changes in a moment, from being burned to death in the world to the soft paralysis of the hegemonic wind, making everyone stunned.
The defeat not only defeated Princess Hongyang, but also defeated the overbearing prince with the power of printing.
Of course, this battle has given Ao Wuji a new understanding.
A three-level capable man with poor thinking ability could have been directly defeated or even killed by Ao Wuji when he was in contact with Ao Wuji.
However, with the power of printing, he always pushes Ao Wuji into danger. If it hadn't been for the use of the 100-meter technique of Ao Wuji, the speed control was far better than that of ordinary second-level energy. I'm afraid that the domineering wind marks with the power of printing would kill him.
The power of the seal is really extraordinary!
"Come on, come on, Mr. Fenghen!"
After a moment, Ba Sanwei finally reacted and was the first to call out.
If the domineering windhen has suffered any damage in this battle and you are at the scene, it is difficult to say that this life is basically over.
Princess Hongyang also ran to her cousin and called her cousin who was mentally demented. She looked at the arrogant and poked her fingers and shouted, "Come on, dismember him with a knife."
Before that, Ao Wuji didn't think much about it. He just wanted to defeat the domineering wind, but now he suddenly realized that he had stabbed the hornet's nest this time, defeating Princess Hongyang first and then Princess Hongyang's cousin, which can be said to have offended their family.
However, the more unfavorable the situation is, the more arrogant the blood boils and more violently. The flute strokes in the void and said in a low voice, "I think who can stop me today!"
"It's over, little ancestor. There are strong people at the level of the master of the city, and there are countless masters and masters. Run away!" The little slippery head shouted anxiously.