I Shall Seal the Heavens

The clouds collided with each other, and thunder broke out, and Meng Hao and Zhou Jie, who were under the clouds, took a step at the same time, and the moment they looked at each other, they burst out with the power of spiritual consciousness.

The attack of spiritual consciousness is invisible, but in terms of killing intent, it kills more than magic weapons!

Under this glance, Meng Hao and Zhou Jie both stopped at the same time, as if hit by countless mountain peaks, blood overflowed from the corner of Zhou Jie's mouth, and when he suddenly raised his head, his face became a little ferocious.

Meng Hao also swayed, his mouth was slightly astringent, but the blood was not enough to spill out of the corner of his mouth, he snorted coldly, and took another step forward. When this step fell, the two of them were shocked again.

Zhou Jie's complexion was slightly pale. He knew that he had no advantage in terms of spiritual knowledge. Without hesitation, he swayed back a few steps, and made a tactic with his left hand towards the three-foot incense stick held in his right hand. Immediately, the shredded tobacco of the incense stick twisted, and when it tilted for an instant, it turned into the shape of a machete, and went straight to Meng Hao.

When rushing out, the shredded tobacco that turned into a scimitar spread out the outline of a figure. When looking at it, it looked like a person was holding a scimitar, rushing towards Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he pointed forward with his left hand. Immediately, the two long-awaited wooden swords beside him roared out with a strong buzzing sound, like two long rainbows trying to open the sky, and instantly went straight to the man with the scimitar.

They were approaching each other in an instant, without dodging, without entanglement, as if they were enemies of life and death. The moment they approached, they directly collided with each other.

As the roaring sound reverberated, Meng Hao kept raising his hands and waving them, as if there was an invisible silk thread connecting him with the two wooden swords. With Meng Hao's dancing, the two wooden swords glowed for several feet, and the whistling sound spread all around, and even ripples echoed, making the raindrops all around tremble. Don't dare to approach.

There was a strange glow in Zhou Jie's eyes, and he raised his left hand accordingly, waving it in front of him, and pressed it on the incense stick in his right hand from time to time, making more shredded tobacco. In the blink of an eye, shredded tobacco turned into dozens of weapons in front of him. The same number of people appeared. They went straight to Meng Hao from all directions.

Meng Hao looked as usual. Seeing these tobacco figures approaching, he raised his hands and slammed them outwards. Immediately, the two wooden swords suddenly let out a sword cry, and suddenly the aura of heaven and earth in the surrounding area. In an instant, Ru was absorbed by these two wooden swords, causing the sword light to reach ten feet, and the two wooden swords became like two sword dragons, rapidly circling around Meng Hao, forming circles of sword shadows.

The booming sound spread, and the phantoms of the approaching tobacco shreds collapsed one by one, and they couldn't get close to it for a while.

"Since you like protection,

Then Zhou will help you protect yourself. "When Zhou Jie spoke lightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pressed the stick with his left hand fiercely. With this press, the burning speed of the incense immediately increased sharply, and a large amount of shredded tobacco appeared. It turned into layers of smoke rings in mid-air.

Each of these smoke rings was getting bigger and bigger. At the moment when they appeared, there were tens of hundreds, and they went straight to Meng Hao. They had already enveloped Meng Hao in the center, trying to trap him.

Seeing that Meng Hao's figure was about to be engulfed by these smoke rings, Meng Hao's expression remained unchanged. He just opened his mouth and spit out, and immediately thunderous fog appeared. This thunderous fog had absorbed a trace of heavenly calamity in Meng Hao's place, and also absorbed the meaning of thunder in Fang Ding. Although there were very few of them, there were some strange changes.

The dark clouds of this rainy night were actually aroused, causing thunder and lightning to crash down in the surrounding sky in an instant, making the surrounding areas of Meng Hao, wherever the thunder fog diffused, turn into a pool of thunder in a blink of an eye.

The thunder fog spread, the lightning swam away, and as the sky and the earth roared, those smoke rings just touched the thunder fog, and they immediately shattered as if they were being torn apart.

This scene made Zhou Jie's eyes shrink, but before he could use any means, Meng Hao's figure had already stepped out of the thunder fog.

Around him, the fog rolled, the thunder roared, and the lightning flashed away. The two wooden swords attracted endless lightning, and there was a ferocious intent to kill when they shuttled. Meng Hao's hair was windless, and the wind and rain were beside him. At this moment, he was full of shocking monsters.

Faintly, there seemed to be a touch of domineering, this feeling of domineering, this is the first time Meng Hao has appeared!

"What Meng likes more is to shoot." Meng Hao said lightly, and his steps were already taken, as if mixed with infinite momentum, he turned into an ancient beast, going to conquer the earth.

Zhou Jie's complexion changed, and he resisted the subconscious move to retreat. At this moment, Meng Hao felt completely different from the previous defense, full of fierceness, as if the sword was in the sheath before, but now... the sword is out of the sheath!

Show your sharpness!

One step, two steps, three steps... Meng Hao took three steps, the thunder roared even louder, and the lightning surged into the sky. Meng Hao's cultivation level exploded, and his spiritual knowledge spread even more. Zhou Jie knew in shock that Meng Hao's momentum should not be allowed to rise again, otherwise, this battle would be even more difficult.

Almost at the moment when Meng Hao landed on the third step, Zhou Jie's eyes showed determination, he raised his right hand and let go, and immediately the incense branch, which is now only two feet left, flew up by itself.

On the other hand, Zhou Jie's eyes were bloodshot, and he quickly made a tactic with his hands in front of him, and he pushed hard.

"Green smoke destroys Xiguan all the way!" As soon as the words came out, as Zhou Jie pushed forward with both hands, the two feet of burning incense immediately burned a lot as if time accelerated, and a thick cloud of smoke filled the air, heading straight for Meng Hao.

"Explosion!" Zhou Jie opened his mouth violently, and immediately the thick cloud of smoke collapsed and exploded, and the surroundings seemed to shake. The sound of the explosion directly overwhelmed the thunder, covered the lightning, and set off a shock like a blue wave. As it collapsed and exploded, it emitted a force of destruction.

Meng Hao's body shook, and the thunder fog around him was directly dispelled by the impact force amidst the roar. The two wooden swords in front of him resisted fiercely. Meng Hao's body even retreated four or five steps in a row. When he raised his head suddenly, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Dazong Daoist, each of them is indeed very important..." Meng Hao took a deep breath, and when his eyes flashed, Zhou Jie's complexion was a little pale, but there was a cold light in his eyes, and he pushed forward again.

Immediately, the burning incense decreased again, making the incense less than two feet, and a large amount of smoke billowed straight towards Meng Hao.

"Explosion!" Zhou Jie's eyes became more red, and the moment he opened his mouth with a low growl, the smoke collapsed and exploded again in an instant, but at the moment the cloud of smoke collapsed, Meng Hao raised his right hand and quickly shot five times forward.

Qingluo five beats!

These five beats were completed in the blink of an eye, and at the moment when the destructive impact of the smoke collapse spread, Meng Hao's big handprint appeared in front of him, heading straight for the impact of the smoke explosion.

At this moment, the booming sound spread out in an earth-shattering reverberation, and all the surrounding rain was shattered. Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and instead of retreating, he took a step. The five perfect platforms in his body were running, and he raised his right hand again for five consecutive beats.

One big handprint, two big handprints, and in the blink of an eye, ten big handprints suddenly appeared in front of Meng Hao. Looking at it from a distance, this scene was extremely astonishing. The ten big handprints radiated golden light, roaring away, and went straight to Zhou Jie.

Zhou Jie's eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, his hands kept making tactic, and the burning incense in front of him decreased rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it burned completely, and more smoke was raised, heading straight for Meng Hao's big handprint. The moment they touched each other, they collapsed and exploded.

The strong wind howled, the surroundings vibrated strongly, the ripples spread rapidly, the ground and trees shook violently, and the rainwater from the sky and the earth was all shattered. The corner of Meng Hao's mouth overflowed with blood again, but his expression was even fiercer.

At Zhou Jie's place, he backed away seven or eight steps in a row, unable to bear it any longer, spewed out a big mouthful of blood, his complexion turned pale instantly, but his eyes also showed a bright light.

The two didn't speak, they looked at each other, they both understood that this battle... was far from over.

Zhou Jie only used one magic weapon. He hadn't used his own sect techniques, let alone some trump cards, and Meng Hao's was the same.

After the two looked at each other for about three breaths, Zhou Jie looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Qingyun Great Mudra, a very familiar technique. Since Brother Meng knows this technique, let's discuss it today. My Qingluozong's Qingyun Great Mudra, why is it called Qingyun!" Zhou Jie raised his right hand as he laughed, and his breathing seemed a little strange at this moment. Following his breathing, an afterimage appeared in the process of raising his right hand.

Each afterimage is a palm, a total of twenty-six afterimages. At this moment, after all the afterimages were transformed, Zhou Jie's eyes flashed suddenly, and he raised his right hand towards Meng Hao, and pressed it from the air.

"This is Qingyun's big handprint!" As Zhou Jie's words echoed, he immediately slapped a huge handprint, emitting a blue light, and condensed in front of him impressively. This handprint seemed to be composed of mist, it was blue mist, it was Qingyun!

Qingyun's handprint rushed towards Meng Hao in a whistling whistling. Wherever it passed, there were roars all around, whether it was mysterious or imposing, it directly surpassed the remnants of Meng Hao's society.

Meng Hao's eyes showed a cold light, and he didn't say a word. His personality is like this. When fighting with others, he rarely speaks. Everything is in his hands. The less he speaks, the sharper and more ruthless his attacks will be.

At this moment, he raised his right hand, swiped his index finger on the thumb, and the moment the blood flowed down, the world in front of Meng Hao's eyes was already blood-colored. ()