Chapter 50 Silver Hair Wind Magic

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and pointed to Hou Shan with his right finger. "If you kowtow and admit your mistake, I will allow you to leave."

Hou Shan became more and more angry. Zhao Haoran sneered secretly in his heart, which made you angry and couldn't think calmly. Hou Shan had lost half of it.

"earth escape"

Hou Shan doesn't seem to have seen the situation clearly, and the lesson he just received is not enough.

Zhao Haoran's sharp fire dragon possession exploded him this time. Hou Shan's blue robe turned into a beggar's suit, and his face was black and yellow. He was very embarrassed. He stared at Zhao Haoran fiercely, but did not dare to say anything more. He was just a one-month soul. Zhao Haoran did not care about it. The gap in strength was not a little and a half. Point.

The silver-haired man was a little stunned. Hou Shan's strength was indeed not strong, but the cultivation of earth escape was also amazing, and he could safely escape from several crises.

I didn't expect that it was worthless to hit Zhao Haoran's hand. It seemed that Zhao Haoran did not use all his strength, but humiliated him. Although Hou Shan was impulsive, he was not a fool. If he was a strong opponent, he must be defeated in the end. Lanhai Sect people were not allowed to fight infighting, but the normal comparison was Permitted.

Like Hou Shan, who continued to compete with each other, wanted to take the opportunity to drive away Zhao Haoran.

The victory or defeat between soulrs is often divided in an instant. No one can keep it, so there is nothing to say if you lose your life in the test.

Feng Yang came over. Lu Yuanqing and the four seemed to be taken from Zhao Haoran's strength and did not stop him. "Haoran, I didn't expect that your strength would exceed me in a short time. It can be seen that I didn't go ast at the beginning."

Zhao Haoran replied with a smile, "Brother Feng, if you hadn't helped me at the beginning, I'm afraid I would have become a thing in the belly of the beast now."

Feng Yang put his mouth to Zhao Haoran's ear, "You'd better go. That road is not easy to deal with. I don't have what they want now. No matter how entangled it is, it's useless. I believe they will leave soon after they fall in love."

Zhao Haoran took a look at Lu Yuanqing, and his eyes were sharp like an old man at all. He just heard their conversation. This group of people may have insisted on Feng Yang's magic weapon, and he will definitely be unfavorable to Feng Yang after he leaves.

Lu Yuanqing glanced at him, and the silver-haired man understood what he meant and walked to the two of them with a straight face. "Brother Zhao, since you are so interested, why don't we two learn from each other?"

"Okay," Zhao Haoran agreed without thinking about it. "Since my brother was invited, it's better for me to obey."

"Be careful of his hair." Feng Yang advised nervously and stepped aside. The two disciples agreed with each other, and the comparison officially began, and no one could stop it.

"Hurricane"

Obviously, the silver-haired man is not weak, and his casting speed is extremely fast. It's just a breathing time. A few feet of radius began to blow a strong wind, and the leaves are rolled in. The speed turns faster and faster, and the eyes can no longer judge its trajectory.

The earth seemed to have peeled off a layer of skin and sank a foot deep. Lu Yuanqing and several people had already retreated to the side.

Zhao Haoran narrowed his eyes. Under such a hurricane, the judgment of his sight was no longer reliable. The loess in the sky was mixed with branches, making a harsh sound.

Zhao Haoran is in the center of the hurricane, and it feels even more obvious.

"fall"

The loud voice seemed to come from the illusory place, erraving through the sky and the earth. In the shocked eyes of everyone, Zhao Haoran came out unharmed.

Feng Yang's surprised expression, but he didn't expect that Zhao Haoran's strength had been so strong. He thought that even if he could get out of his difficulties, he would have to work hard. This silver-haired man is famous among three generations of disciples. No one knows his real name. His nickname is silver-haired wind demon, and this strong hurricane is his signature. Soul art, the early cultivation of the soul in February, even the soul in the middle and late February realm can be longer, so it is inexplicably broken.

Dust and fallen leaves slowly fell to the ground. The silver-haired wind demon was stunned for a long time, and his expression was a little unnatural. He had never seen a three-generation disciple crack his soul skill so easily. Where did Zhao Haoran come from?

Others may not be able to see it clearly, but the road is clear. Those rapidly rotating leaves can only leave a shallow white mark on Zhao Haoran's body. When thinking about whether the other party is a soul specialist, he saw something more surprising.

You should know that the soul art is arranged by soul power in a certain order to form a powerful power. Naturally, the strong hurricane of the silver-haired man is no exception. I don't know what method Zhao Haoran used to directly destroy the structure of the soul power. This is really terrible. Lu Yuanqing's eyes showed greed. If this can Zhao Haoran's strange soul learning, doesn't that mean that the threat to himself is close to zero?

Zhaoran is also a little complacent. He just tried the idea. He didn't expect it to really succeed. He has a good understanding of the characteristics of the soul power of each department. It is not a real in-depth understanding, as if the fire soul must control the fire soul power. Zhao Haoran has a certain amount of all the soul power. The ability to control.

You only need to judge the structure of this soul art, and you can completely destroy it without giving the other party any chance.

This ability can only be mastered by Zhao Haoran. Others can't learn what they want to learn. First of all, I'm afraid that the whole soul can't find a second one except him, and they can force the opponent's soul skill. If there is no strong body, it is to find death. Before they can see the arrangement of soul power, they become dead people. Let's not talk about destruction.

The silver-haired wind demon stretched out his hand and pulled out a hair, which was not silvery white, but a dark light. Thinking of Feng Yang's words, Zhao Haoran looked carefully and didn't quite understand what he was going to do.

"ji"

The voice of the silver-haired wind demon was extremely loud, which made Zhao Haoran's ears a little numb. The long hair became straight in the air and suddenly appeared. Zhao Haoran was a little tired.

Raising a flame, his long hair broke into two pieces. There was nothing serious about this. Zhao Haoran was a little strange, but he saw the silver hair soldiers turned into two pieces continue to fly towards him in two ways.

The silver wind demon sneered in his heart, which could resolve my strong hurricane. This long silver hair is not easy to deal with. The silver wind demon has been cultivated for more than 200 years. In addition to the extremely strong wind soul skills, what's more powerful is that I don't know where I got an ancient secret book and practiced hundreds of millions of hair into magic weapons, and later it changed. It has become this color.

What if they can be separated? Then I will burn you to ashes, and the pure fire aura waits on the road that silver hair must pass, and has turned into two long hairs and rushed straight up.

It seems that the hair still can't stand the fire aura, and the continuous impact of the hair is getting shorter and shorter. Zhao Haoran is very sure that it is too worried. This long silver hair has nothing strange except that it can be split. You don't need to care about it at all, as long as it is completely destroyed.

The silver hair wind demon is a little helpless. How to fight, his silver hair can actually be infinitely divided. Even if it becomes invisible, it can contain great power. Countless silver hair attacks are much more powerful than dozens of thunderbolts.

Zhao Haoran lightly defused his two strongest attacks, and the silver-haired wind demon has lost a long and short confidence, "Brother Zhao, I admit defeat."

"Concession." Zhao Haoran didn't want to force him too much. If it hadn't been for Hou Shan's lack of measured words, he wouldn't have humiliated him like that. They were all disciples of the same sect. They looked up and looked down. Why did he have to be so stiff?

Lu Yuanqing came over with a smile, "Brother Zhao is really worthy of being the fastest genius to enter the realm of the Moon Soul in so many years. How is Uncle Song Wei?"

Zhao Haoran's face is a little strange. Lu Yuanqing seems to be Song Wei's grandfather, but he is a "old man" in his mouth. If you think about it carefully, you will be relieved. Song Wei's actual age may have been more than 500 years old, but his heart and appearance are still the same as that of 28 girls, which made Zhao Haoran give birth. I had an illusion.