Chapter 104 Tearing the Ancestor
In addition to the fact that King Fengyu knew something about, the rest of the ancestors looked puzzled. How can such a small genius competition attract the attention of the little saint? After all, his old man's cultivation has been beyond the mortal world until he is transformed, like a fairy, and he is the most likely to advance to the realm of the great god.
The words of the five special envoys are irresistible, and even the free king of heaven and man is a little uneasy. The roaring king has no way to retreat. If he wants to regain his dignity and reorganize the glory of Wang Zu, he must go to war today and kill Mu Zifeng fiercely.
Thinking of this, his obscene face slowly calmed down, a king's momentum wrapped his whole body, and his feet had flown out.
"King Fengyu, what do you think?" The king asked with some worry.
"Murong Prodigal Son is a martial arts master. Dantian is full of spirit. He can fly in the air for a long time. The advantage of the Roaring King is simply a decoration. But Mu Zifeng is completely different. The roaring king only needs to fight condescendingly, and he will be in trouble. It is very difficult to win unless a miracle happens.
"If I had known, I would have pulled down my old face to ask for an elixir of condensation from the overlord. Maybe I could help him break through to the realm of the master."
"The overlord is not so easy to see. This man is intoxicated and brave and aggressive. Some time ago, he went to the Sun and Moon Empire to challenge an an ancestor. As a result, he abandoned one arm of the other party and was chased and killed tens of thousands of miles by an an ancestor of the chemical warfare realm. So far, his whereabouts are still unknown."
"I'm just talking about it. Isn't the elixir so easy to ask for?"
When the two whispered, a sword light rose to the sky, and the roaring king's sword had come out of its sheath. He is the ancestor of the congenital realm and has been immersed in ** swordsmanship for a hundred years. Once it is exerted, his power is far from Mu Gang's kind of half-hearted.
In the face of the ancestor of practicing qi, Mu Zifeng was also unprecedentedly dignified. Ning Dong challenged the Juexunxin Wang to lose one and a half moves, and Tuo Xiaogong challenged the King of Duanjiang and also lost one and a half moves. Now he has also faced an old Qi practicing ancestor. This ancestor has an endless hatred for himself. If he can't defeat him, the power of Murong's prodigal son will leave a shadow in his heart, which is the last thing he wants to see.
"Mu Zifeng, I will give you a pleasure. The men of your Mu family will become Mu Gang's slaves, and all women will be sold to the most humble kilns and will never be born again. The roaring king stabbed out the breath that locked him.
Mu Zifeng clenched his fist, with a strong breath all over his body, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Murong Prodigal Son has the ability to cut off your head, and I can tear you in half. As for your disciples, you can rest assured that I will send them all to hell and serve you there.
The qi and blood are stimulated, and the ten fingers are strong and horizontal. With a gentle grasp, the air makes a harsh cracking sound.
"Ghost crying and howling."
The roaring king crossed a distance of 100 meters in an instant, and the sharpness of the sword swallowed, and the dizzying voice sounded. The ghost is deep and cold.
The innate is the source of life, and the innate spirit should be the most peaceful, but the innate power urged by the roaring king is added to the sword, just like the arrival of the devil.
Mu Zifeng's eyes condensed his eyes, everything in front of him was clear and clear, and all the scenes he saw seemed to become slow. Especially the sword that attacked his eyebrows, which showed his trajectory.
Take a look with your right hand and grab it directly. The five-finger soldier deflected the sword. With a tiger roar, the earth is sinking, and shocking cracks appear. Mu Zifeng seemed to turn into a giant beast in an instant, and his powerful aura rushed back to the roaring king like aura.
"Ctruve and cut off the river."
Roaring Wang Xian rolled innocently, and under the layers of defense all over his body, the roaring sword in his hand became open and closed, magnificent. Each sword is a huge force of more than 300,000 catties, and the move is like a thunderbolt.
"The ancestral power of the innate realm has been connected with the outside world. He can make the power cycle without breaking out at all, and it will not decline in a short time. But my five-fold increase in combat power can only last for a moment. If you want to win, you must first break his swordsmanship.
Thinking of this, Mu Zifeng no longer retains it, and his qi and blood quadrupled his combat power with one shock. Expand your hands around. The palm power is like a war drum, roaring, and the whole stage echoes with a violent breath.
His hands are white and shining, crystal clear, and he turned into a rainbow with one punch.
The sword in the roaring king's hand is twisted and can't stand the attack power at all. His expression changed greatly and he jumped into the air and retreated, devoting Mu Zifeng's attack power.
This punch, with a power of 36 million pounds, suddenly suppressed the momentum of the roaring king. The whole audience exclaimed, and they finally knew how terrible Mu Zifeng's power was.
After practicing in the mountains outside the ancient continent for ten days, Mu Zifeng refined the crossing elixir, the divine elixir and the five elements elixir. Although the foreign skill did not break through to the master's realm, his strength has reached 90,000 catties. The increase of qi and blood is fourfold, and 360,000 pounds of huge force is naturally horrible and abnormal.
The roaring king retreated, and Mu Zifeng's prestige failed with a punch. When he bombarded the ground, he saw that the space with a radius of ten meters of the platform had completely sunk by three meters. Although it was not as terrible as the ruins next to him, people with eyesight knew that in terms of lethality, the power of the Xiao Palace should be inferior.
"Let's see how long you can break out, the hurricane roars." The roaring king performed king-level martial arts condescendingly, and the sword in his hand turned into a Taoist blade, covering the earth.
Kill the king, King Fengyu and other ancestors immediately secretly said that it was not good. In the face of the offensive of a martial artist outside Panni, the Roaring King finally chose the ability to belong to the ancestors of the innate realm to deal with Mu Zifeng.
The invincible power that stimulates the secret art to explode is time-limited and can't last at all. As long as the roaring king can withstand the first few attacks, the ending is doomed.
Mu Zifeng's face did not change, and his hands attacked repeatedly, disintegrated the roaring king's sword. He stamped his right foot violently, and more than ten fist-sized stones bounced on the ground. With a wave of his right palm, the stones turned into arrow meteors and attacked the dead hole in front of the other party.
"Storm." The roaring king laid a layer of sword shadow in front of him and shot all the stones away. He looked down at Mu Zifeng on the ground, his eyes turned blood red, and a gloomy ghost smile appeared on his face, turning into a fierce ghost. "I have been practicing hard for more than 100 years before I have a natural power. Unexpectedly, I was bullied by you two younger generations before the end of my life. Humiliation. Although you are extremely powerful, you will still become the soul of my sword in the end.
"Roaring King, your innate power is only 356,000 pounds. If you just want to kill me by relying on your flying ability, you will never see the afterglow of today's sunset." Mu Zifeng's face showed a strange smile, "You just show me my real means."
The purple light flashes on the back, which is very dazzling in bright sunlight. The four-meter-wide flying wings stretched out and gently fanned, and the whole person had flown into the air.
"Flying wings!"
Those ancestors whose strength reached the third level of practice couldn't help shouting, and their divine exploration stretched out to distinguish carefully, all of which showed their surprise.
"That's not a flying magic weapon, that's the real flying wings. What's going on? How can a young man in his nirvana condense his wings?"
"This boy actually practiced two wonders. Look at how perfect and dazzling the six wings on his body are. What kind of flying martial arts has he practiced to achieve this?
"The roaring king is in danger."
Mu Zifeng stimulated the starlight flying wings, and the qi and blood in his body began to steam, and his strength was quickly consumed. He knew that he could not hold on for a moment, so he had rushed to the roaring king between his six wings.
A purple light is like a meteor, breaking the sword of the roaring king.
"The powerful source of boxing, turn over the hand to suppress the sky."
The majestic voice sounded, and everyone saw Mu Zifeng's right palm blooming with golden light and banging down.
The roaring king's sword first couldn't bear to break into more than ten sections, and then the whole person released the dead pig and was severely suppressed to the ground and spit blood.
This palm has stimulated a five-fold increase in combat power, and a whole 450,000 catties of force will be bombarded, which must be the universe with absolute anti-sky means.
The power of that palm is so powerful that even the ancestors of the innate realm are shocked, and even the ancestors of the heavenly realm are solemn and unbelievable.
Mu Zifeng's flying wings stirred up, and his whole body rose to the sky. When he rose to a height of 100 meters, he was killed down, and there was a deafening roar between heaven and earth.
He performed the eagle attack method in eagle-shaped boxing. With the help of the downward momentum, his whole person's momentum improved again, his hands turned into the shape of eagle's claws, and lightning grabbed the roaring king off the ground. At a height of ten meters from the ground, a loud roar, blood rain scattered, internal organs, and broken limbs fell one after another.
The roaring king was torn alive without even screaming, and his body was torn apart and miserable. Fear breeds in everyone's eyes. Some people have rolled their eyes and spit blood foam, and some people fainted directly because they couldn't stand the psychological pressure.
Murong prodigal finally stood up from his seat, his eyes as if a giant beast was staring at Mu Zifeng in mid-air. The corners of his mouth were twitching slightly, obviously a earth-shaking change in his heart.
It was so tragic that everyone couldn't accept it for a while. Since ancient times, every practicing ancestor has been a miracle. Their life expectancy can live for at least 200 years. They are the invincible myth in the hearts of all martial artists. They were awarded the title of prince of the imperial court and guarded one side. They could cultivate an unknown family into a famous rich family.
Even if their direct bloodline has no great achievements, they may be sheltered by Yuyin and enter the court to become powerful ministers. Therefore, every practicing ancestor has a respected status, and their image is almost deified, and they can say the life and death of tens of millions of people.
However, the death of the Roar King subverted the tradition and broke the myth in the eyes of everyone. It turns out that the high-ranking practicing ancestor is sometimes weak and can't even die.
"I need to rest and leave first."
Mu Zifeng turned into a purple light and flew directly out of the competition venue, tearing up an ancestor, and almost risking his life.