Chapter 91 He Xi's First Battle

In the Japanese court, Rong Hui's face was as heavy as water, staring at the young man in front of him. He only felt that his cultivation had suddenly risen countless times, and the vicissitudes in his eyes were different from the crazy young man. Re reacting, he was secretly surprised: "What is this? Divide the gods, divide the soul, or a thought..." After reading the Shinto Sutra, I already know many secrets. Most of the total nitrogen cannot be cultivated, and it is also quite knowledgeable.

The young man carried his hands, looked at Rong Hui, and said with his face down: "You are not small..." Before he finished speaking, his right hand had been raised to his chest, made a magic seal, and pressed forward, which was better than picking flowers from flying leaves. Although it seemed careless, suddenly the wind and clouds surged, condensed into a Taoist mark, and hit the square like hail.

"The 'divination' can become a complete person, and the 'divination of the soul' can only become a spirit. This should be just a thought, which is being manipulated from afar..." Rong Hui came to his senses and sneer: "How can you call my aura...san-" He raised his hand and waved his words, and breathed.

"The formation?" The young man was slightly stunned, then glanced around, looked at Rong Hui, and warned in a low voice, "Let him go, I can not pursue this matter." The words are sonorous and vowed.

"You haven't figured out who will pursue whom yet!" Rong Hui squinned and sneered: "A wisp of separation, and you dare to pretend to be a ghost with me..." He raised his hand and whipped it.

"Look for death!" The young man was furious, raised his eyebrows and scolded gently. He made a seal with his right hand and pressed it out.

Rong Hui did not dodge, took a breath, submerged the magic power, and let the mark sink into his chest, and the "soul whip" was actually pumped. The muscles and bones hit each other, "bang-", with a crisp sound. The young man lost his mind, his face trembled, and staggered under his feet.

Rong Hui became energetic and felt that the mark melted into the body, turning into countless marks that penetrated into qi and blood, and it was like a chain, which was bound to seal the qi and blood. After observing the dragon's wherem, he only sneered secretly: "Zhu has ten virtues and can carry words in the book. Can my magic power be sealed by such a 'rune seal'? Since you have sent the skills to your door, how can I not accept it?" Secretly urge the inner strength and unfold the tenth type of "Yang Folding Bamboo" "Yuzhu Chengshu".

He submerged with magical power, and the heat rushed outside, turning into a three-foot aura. The aura field is invisible from a red glow, and the breath turns into a purple fog. The golden light flashes in the fog, and a golden mark emerges. The light flows and slowly rises and shrinks, but it seems to be embedded in the fog.

The young man was whipped by the divine whip, and his heart trembled. He withdrew before he came to his senses. In shock, he saw Rong Hui galloping outside and thought that he was going to force out the mark. He smiled angrily: "Can you bear my mark?" The hands were imprinted, the wind and clouds surged, and the aura condensed into countless marks, and snowflakes fell one after another.

Under the bright sun, the runes fall into the aura, just like the snow in a cold river, melting at the touch. For a moment, Rong Xue, Xiaoyue, Xiaojuan and others heard the movement and came one after another. The young man caught a glimpse of the girls' cultivation, although their cultivation was shallow, but they were quite beautiful. It was not a big deal that their grandson was indiscreet in this courtyard and was tied to the "Dragon Pillar". He hummed and scolded in a low voice: "Get out of here!" The sound is like thunder, rolling out.

Rong Xue did not hesitate, pulled out the soft sword around her waist and shook it out. The blade of the sword turns into silk, walking with the sword, as if it were shocking. The young man was slightly stunned: "The little girl's body is well refined, better than those straight guys..." The right hand seal was not accepted, and the left hand seal was pressed out.

With all the reach of magic, the aura converges. The sword circle was pulled up and exploded, and Rong Xue took advantage of the situation to swing away. She has been practicing for half a year, and she is quite sure of the formula of "back" in this "Hengshan swordsmanship". Integrating into the major "Ruyi Back to the Snow Sword", Shi unfolded, with light wind and clouds, erratic and erratic.

The young man is possessed by a divine mind, and those who can rely on are only to mobilize the aura of heaven and earth by law. His own skills are only between him and everyone. He maneuvered with the French seal and Rong Xue, thinking that he was the "nine-stage" warrior. Under the shock of this French seal, he would also spit blood and fly away. A yellow-haired girl in front of her can actually take advantage of her strength and take it easily, and she can't help but admire it.

Xiaojuan and Xiaoyue stood on the fishing platform and saw that Rong Hui was trapped, and Rong Xue couldn't fight. Look at each other, hold each other's hands side by side, and kick back with ten fingers, connecting the power into one breath. Each one-handed, knotted ten, and suddenly divided.

For a while, the wind was like a storm, like a tiger roaring, and a tiger shadow rushed out in response. Five-foot figure, roaring up to the sky. The aura rolled back, and the tiger's body was solid, and he jumped out. Before his body arrived, he grabbed it and revealed three inches of cold light, and he was full of energy.

"Fa Ling?" The young man was shocked and hurriedly took his right hand. The French seal suddenly changed, facing the white tiger. The mark took off his hand and condensed into a green fire. The white tiger jumped on it and was burned all over his body in an instant. Roaring to the ground, rolling around. The outside is full of energy, but it only makes the fire more vigorous.

The clouds are selling rain, and Rong Hui's body is full of golden light, revealing his body and turning into a light curtain, which is exactly the "rain and fog arc light". The runes on the light curtain slowly rose and shrank, and were forced out of his body. Seeing that the situation was not good, the young man scolded in a low voice: "If you dare to fight with me, I want you to regret it!" He brushed his sleeves and went straight to the nine ridges.

Rong Hui saw it in the light curtain and couldn't help laughing: "Is it too late to run now?" Spit deeply, and then urge the inner breath.

He was full of golden light outside, like a round of sun, and then followed. In the air, the light converged, and a cluster of gold text floated on the curtain wall, which had been embedded in the "arc light" and couldn't help nodding darkly: "It turns out that this 'rain and fog arc light armor' is used like this. The longer it is trained, the greater the power it can withstand, the more runes it can be branded, and the greater the utility will naturally be..."

Rong Hui's spirit was refreshed, and his escape speed was three minutes faster. Seeing that the young man was looking, he had another plan in his mind: "I have only branded hundreds of runes now. I don't know what the effect will be if tens of thousands or millions of runes will have... It is said that Dongying also has tantra, and he must be a tantric monk. As long as I break all his marks, even if I am found by him one day, I don't have to be afraid. He made up his mind and asked with a smile, "Since you dare to come, how can you run?" Raise your hand and whip it straight to the young man's heart.

"What are you going to do?" Under the sun, the young man was furious and asked in a low voice, "Let my grandson go, and I can not pursue this matter!" He knew that the whip in his hand restrained himself, his hands danced in front of him, and made dozens of magic seals between his breaths to meet the whip.

Rong Hui's potential magic power, regardless, only whipping. The mark is stained with "arc light", like sinking into the mud. The whip was everywhere, but the young man was shocked and roared: "You really... really want to fight with me to the death..."

"Death, alive?" Rong Hui frowned and sneered, "Are you qualified to choose?" Energe your strength, hold the "arc light" firmly, and raise your hand with two whips.

The whip and chased the scene, and the young man was furious and roared: "Okay, okay, okay... What a good one kills... I will let this mountain creature pay for my grandson's life..."

"Kill it all?" Rong Hui was furious and asked, "Why didn't you come out when your grandson designed to harm me?" Why didn't your grandson come out when he led someone to attack my mountain gate? Why didn't your grandson come out when he killed my wife with a poison needle? Your grandson is in trouble, and you will come to the fore. My wife's life and death are uncertain, and who cares..." A whip broke through the wind and roared out like a strong wind.

The young man trembled physically and mentally, and hissed angrily: "I killed you..." His hands are like the wind, and the magic seal is like a match, hitting Rong Hui's chest and abdomen.

Rong Hui said, and his anger surged up. He couldn't control it any more. He scolded, "Can't I resist if only people are allowed to bully me?" The sound was like thunder, and the mark reached his body. He just raised his hand and waved the whip, and "swhis" was another three whip.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, weak meat is strong, ... ants have the life of ants..." The young man's whole body trembled, his face was twisted, and hiss roared. His hands were imprinted and slowly pressed into the sky. His eyes were cracked, and a low roar came from his throat: "Go to hell..."

The wind and clouds converged, condensed countless marks, and turned into a figure in the air. Reiki rolled back, the figure slowly condensed, red gold belt, snow silver shoulder shawl, beautiful long skirt, glazed ribbon, right hand seal, and a wine glass in the left hand.

Rong Hui's eyes turned red, and he saw a hundred-foot giant coming. His eyes were empty and the law was solemn. Take a closer look, just like the power of heaven. My heart trembled and I couldn't suppress it anymore. I asked angrily, "Is heaven and earth not benevolent? I teach you that heaven and earth are not benevolent..." Raise your hand and whip, just like a thunderbolt, right on the cheek of France.

The mana hit each other, and the virtual shadow trembled slightly, as if embedded in the air, with the buzzing of heaven and earth, and the "rumbling" is like a muffled thunder. The young man knotted his hands, sat on the right palm of the French prime minister, and shouted in a low voice, "Be bold!" Gently lift your left hand and slowly press it out.

Rong Hui smiled angrily: "Who are you scaring... I teach you that heaven and earth are not benevolent... I teach you that heaven and earth are not benevolent..." Raising his hand and three whips, straight "buzz" and trembling.

In the clouds under the sun, the law held the wine glass, closed his eyelashes and trembled slightly. With the youth's movements, he pressed it down. This press is holding Wanjun, the palms move slightly, and the sky and the earth are low. Rong Hui is still ten feet away from the hill-like palm, and has been locked by an aura, like a quagmire.

His heart was slightly awe-hearted, and he only wrapped the soft whip around his waist, but he still did not avoid it. Take a deep breath,qian yun magical skills, put up your hands, and can't help roaring up to the sky: "... A man would rather die than surrender, don't hesitate to fight... Fight against your life, don't regret to die..." With all his strength, he slapped "faced to the sky" and answered.

The wind and clouds surged, condensed into a countercurrent, broke the prohibition method, and rushed straight to the sky. The ten-foot giant palm was held and trembled gently. Rong Hui walked with the waves, broke the wind straight up, grabbed it under his palm, unfolded the "type" true method, pressed it out with one palm, and firmly held the palm of his hand.

The five fingers of the giant palm are bent, and Rong Hui's body is tight, if he wants to be crushed. He condensed his energy and his face turned red. For a moment, he was hot-headed and roared, "Bastard, I'll teach you to support people!" One palm "Fete" and shoot at the nearest ring finger.

The purple rainbow flew, hit each other with mana, exploded, and turned into a fireball. The wind swept away, and five fingers couldn't go down. Rong Hui was shocked, spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. In mid-air, the "ring finger" trembled, broke, and flew out. Suddenly, he was refreshed and refreshed. After stabilizing his body, he slapped another "competition".