Chapter 261 Ten Thousand Vines

Although Gan Ping is such a stormy offensive, it is difficult to shake Wan Fang at all. There must be too much difference between the two. This Wanfang has long been a master of Jindan's great perfection. She chases Yuanying directly with her cultivation. Both Zhenyuan and her strength have suppressed Gan Ping's head. Her whole body is like a green bamboo in the wind. No one can stand upright. Every attack will be removed by her as if it were understated, and it looks extremely elegant.

Gan Ping's heart was slightly awe-inspiring. This wood Zhenyuan was originally long-lasting. Under the failure of such an offensive for a long time, he would definitely come to counterattack as soon as possible. Looking at the strength of this Wanfang Zhenyuan, the power was absolutely difficult to resist. At this moment, there was a fierceness in his heart, and his body turned into a streamer, which was many times faster than before. A wide sword in the palm overflowed, making a sharp sound of cracking, and went straight to the door. Mo Congfeng's expression under the stage moved and suddenly occupied it. What kind of swordsmanship is this? Why haven't he seen it?

The swordsmanship performed by Gan Ping at this moment is different from the previous joking sword. The whole sword body is full of brilliance, and Wan Fang's whole body is shrouded in nine swords. The Big Nine-stream Light Sword! This is Gan Ping's swordsmanship mixed with some dragon swordsmanship left in the fragments of the Fire Dragon Yuanshen and the killing intention of the self-converted blood god knife array. Although it can't be created by himself, it is unique in the world.

After all, this fire dragon is not a master in this world. No one knows the inheritance of sword skills at all. In addition, the strange and unpredictable array from the Kyushu space interception door is even more dazzling. I saw that Gan Pingping was integrated into one and shuttled on the stage. The nine dreamlike sword lights intoxicated everyone's eyes watching the battle. Many people cast admiration to Mo Congfeng. Only the first sword practice of the Miaocheng Sect can produce such an excellent disciple and teach such powerful swordsmanship.

Mo Lianfeng, who woke up in shock and sat down again, felt these eyes and couldn't help smiling bitterly. His disciple was really too unexpected. First, he practiced his mind, and now he has made a set of swordsmanship that he had never heard of. It seems that this boy is still hiding a lot. Thinking of this, Mo Congfeng couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in his heart, but looking at Gan Ping's swordsmanship, although it was simple and sharp, it was obviously a little strange. Obviously, he did not practice it for too long. Mo Congfeng's heart moved. Is this the swordsmanship that this boy has acquired outside? Thinking of this, Mo Nengfeng originally felt that he was not happy to be deceived, so he was left behind and stared at the battle.

Wan Fang, standing in the middle of the ring, was a little bitter among his children. Originally, he thought he could eat this Gan Ping, so he relied on a bamboo whip to resolve his offensive. When the boy's spirit is exhausted, he can capture him without any effort. If you don't talk about the long qi vein, your own wood genus Zhenyuan is definitely better than this boy. Although Wan Fang wanted to defeat Gan Ping easily, it took a lot of effort, so she had to make this plan.

However, what she didn't expect was that the boy actually turned around and used a strange swordsmanship that she had never seen before. Seeing that the beautiful sword light like a magnetic aurora turned into nine and hit her, she didn't care about it before. However, every time the sword light passed, it would be divided into nine again. Without a few breaths, it turned out to be the sword light roaring all over the sky, covering the whole ring.

Everyone under the stage stared at the ring shrouded in sword gas. They were shocked. Oh, my God, there is such a terrible swordsmanship. Looking at the intensity of each sword light, I'm afraid it's enough to be comparable to the full blow of the middle-level monk of the liquid, right? The madness is even more powerful and horizontal sword spirit is flying all over the sky, either stabbing or cutting, submerging Wan Fang's whole body in this sea of sword spirit.

It was Gan Ping's inspiration that he applied the Dayan sword formula to the sword spirit to condense a mass of accumulated strength in this swordsmanship. It had such a horrible effect, and even Gan Ping was a little surprised. The Dayan sword secret is a little chicken ribs. Originally, Gan Ping just intended to use it as an auxiliary, but he didn't expect that the Great Yan sword secret and the big nine-rate split light swordsmanship were so powerful in one place.

On a whim, Gan Ping roared, and under the touch, he integrated the sword spirit of Ling Meng's sword and his own Binghuo Yuan Gang into it. The fire-killing gas in the sky turned into a thick light curtain, and added a layer of power to the fierce sword light. Mo Lianfeng couldn't help nod his head slightly, and his heart was full of relief. Obviously, this son had understood the true essence of sword cultivation. Only in the endless struggle could he refine his sword spirit step by step, gather all his strength in one place, and finally refine his swordsmanship.

Although the swordsmanship used by Gan Ping in front of him is a little strange and immature, he forcibly added a lot of things. In the eyes of people such as Mo Lianfeng's swordsmanship, it is naturally full of flaws, but for Gan Ping's age and cultivation time, it is already shocking. If you want to really refine your unique swordsmanship and swordsmanship, Gan Ping still has a long way to go, but from the perspective of the prototype in front of him, it is much better than ordinary people.

Wan Fang couldn't help but be angry. Originally, she wanted to consume Gan Ping's Zhenyuan, but she didn't expect that this boy would use such a strange swordsmanship and besieged her here and couldn't get out. In the meaning of the sword, there are more constants of simple and sharp artistic conception, and there is a faint posture to break through his own defense, which makes Wan Fang slightly vigilant. He can't go on like this. Otherwise, he will have lost before the boy's real yuan is exhausted. Although the bamboo whip in his palm is very handsome, it can't stand the fire, let alone the sword. Is this boy's flame so strange? Wan Fang looked at several pieces of roasted slightly white on the bamboo whip in her palm, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Gan Ping only feels that he has never been so refreshed. This Wanfang is the perfect state of Jindan. Compared with the popular behavior, he is only one step away from reaching Yuanying. Now he is suppressed by himself. Although there is Knin who can get out of trouble at any time, after all, he has the upper hand now, right? Moreover, he only felt that his sword spirit was getting more and more harmonious, and the benefits of his physical strength also appeared more and more. If it hadn't been for his strong physical strength, how could he compress Zhenyuan so thousands of times so quickly and burst out such a fierce sword light?

Just as Gan Ping secretly praised himself, the strong light soared in front of him. I don't know when a bead the size of a blue oil sea bowl came head-on, and the evil wind forced Gan Ping to breathe stagnated, and quickly turned into nine swords and quickly hit the green beads. The continuous explosion shook the hidden Xuanfeng, and Gan Ping retreated back extremely sadly and almost fell under the ring.

If I give you three colors, you can open a dyeing workshop. Do you really think I dare not be cruel to you? Wan Fang held the green jewel in her palm, and her whole body rose in the air. A snow-white ribbon floated around her, and her whole body was like a fairy from heaven.

Seeing that Gan Ping was full of panic, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, Wan Fang sneered slightly, and his jade fingers gently. Thousands of lights scattered from the pearls and disappeared on the ring. It has made you behave for a long time, and now it's time to deal with you. He is not a sword, but he has been fighting with this abominable boy for a long time. Isn't he just trying to give him a chance to show? Now it's almost the same, so I don't have to show mercy.

With the drop of light in the pearl, tens of millions of emerald green buds appeared on the originally smooth stone ring. The crazy climbing spread, turning into countless long vines in a blink of an eye, covering the ring heavily. If he didn't check, Gan Ping found that his feet were surrounded by thick vines like two arms. He couldn't help but be shocked and hurriedly waved his sword. However, a sword cut off the sparks and splashed everywhere, but there was only a finger-sized gap on the long vine, and in an instant it recovered again.

With Wan Fang's coquettishment, in an instant, hundreds of long vines enveloped Gan Ping to death and turned into a strong cage to block it. All the disciples couldn't help looking at each other. Is this the real strength of the master of Jindan? Unexpectedly, Wan Musheng catalyzed so many strange long vines, but everyone couldn't help but be a little strange. The stone used in the ring is extremely hard. What kind of thing is this long vine? It can break out of the stone. With such hardness, it is obvious that Ganping is more bad and less auspicious.

"God Mudong, Wan Leisheng, get up!" With the sound of Wanfang's beautiful voice, several bamboo shoots immediately appeared on the wide ring, breaking through the hard stone slab and growing quickly. The sharp bamboo shoot tip, the target was Ganping trapped in the vine. In an all-sand-anx, the green light flashed, the thunder appeared, and tens of thousands of green thunder went straight to Ganping. Is it possible that you are the only one who knows how to do it? Spring vine thunder!