Dou Po: Lord of the Great Thousand

Hearing this, Yunshan was stunned, but three cyan handprints struck Tang Ling without any emotion.

There was a sound of explosion, and at the same time as the strong wind was raging, Yunshan's expression suddenly changed.

When the handprint bombards the target, the sound and feeling returned are wrong. It is not the feeling of the handprint bombarding the person, but more like the sound of an explosion shattering something condensed with fighting spirit.

Moreover, out of the three gale hand seals, only one cyan hand seal made an explosion sound.

Feeling carefully, he found that an afterimage of himself had lost its sensitivity, and Yunshan's face became solemn.

Among the previous explosions, there was also a "click" sound, but it was too close to the sound of the blue sword energy breaking the round mirror, so he ignored it!

Mirror?

Yun Shan's eyes suddenly condensed. After the strong wind subsided, the enemy standing in front of him had long since disappeared. Of the nine mirrors that were irregularly moving around the opponent's body, only seven were left that were irregular within a hundred feet around him.

flash.

Before he had time to think about it, two sounds of shattering mirrors were heard, and two attacks attacked him from the left and right sides at the same time, and their power was no less powerful than his own Gale Hand Seal.

Yunshan glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and two incoming attacks came into view. Not only were they not inferior to his own Gale Hand Seal, they were exactly the same Gale Hand Seal that had been performed by his two afterimages!

His face darkened, and his body suddenly moved to the right, bypassing the Gale handprint on the right. He raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed forward.

An extremely thin cyan light flashed out, and with two "puff" sounds, the two cyan handprints were easily defeated by the cyan light. The cyan light shook the space without losing its power, leaving a black mark and bombarding towards a mirror.

"The Ultimate Wind: Death Kill!"

The cyan light hit the mirror, and with a "click", the blue round mirror shattered.

Yunshan's face was filled with joy, and he waved his long sword, and several rays of cyan sword light shot towards the last four mirrors.

It was the Yao Feng Yizi slash that Tang Ling had used when he saw Yun Oak before.

Four rays of sword light shot out, and Yunshan's eyes suddenly flashed with fear.

The long sword in his right hand disappeared. As he waved his hands, the wind between heaven and earth rose sharply, forming two huge wind walls connecting heaven and earth.

Immediately, Yunshan pulled back with both hands, and the wind wall suddenly shrank to a size of about ten feet, becoming extremely solid. Two feet of cyan wind wall were waved by Yunshan's hands, tightly surrounding it up, down, left, and right.

"Click"

"Click"

…

The sound of the mirror shattering was endless, and amidst these four sounds of the mirror shattering, a cyan light and four cyan sword energy flashed through again, blasting towards Yunshan surrounded by two cyan wind walls.

"boom!"

"boom!"

…

Four consecutive explosions sounded, and the two cyan wind walls surrounding Yunshan shattered.

The last afterimage appeared in front of Yunshan, his hands formed seals, and a green spinning thread appeared, colliding with the extreme wind - Death Kill!

Point to point!

"boom!"

The nine mirrors were shattered, and the figure of Tang Ling, who had just disappeared, appeared.

The blood chakra under his feet rose up and turned into a three-inch size and fell into the palm of Tang Ling's hand.

Looking at Yunshan who was in a state of embarrassment due to his own fighting skills, Tang Ling chuckled softly: "Sect Master Yun, the Ultimate Wind - Killer, is well-deserved for his reputation."

Yunshan looked at the bloody ice wheel on Tang Ling's right hand and said with a rather fearful tone: "Your fighting skills really impress me. Although the defensive power of Yuan Jing is not strong, I don't know how you can defeat me.

I escaped with three hand seals, but my ability to reflect the enemy's attacks is really admirable!"

It was a piece of nothingness, a ten-foot radius without any existence. Ten feet away, the torn space continued to spread towards the place where the ice lotus disappeared, trying to make up for the destroyed space.

Looking at the people who had stopped, Tang Ling focused his gaze on the embarrassed figure twenty feet above, and his old voice echoed throughout the underground space.

"This style is called: Lotus Fall!"