Commanding Wind and Cloud

Nodding vigorously, he bowed and exited the yard. He turned his head and looked at the burning flames again. He has not had time to practice forging these days. After this busy time, he still needs to continue to learn forging. The soul soldier he forged last time was entirely luck. and……

Looking up at the blue sky vigorously, he got a sacred artifact of the demon clan. It looks powerful, but it can only be used by fallen angel bloodline demon warriors. If it is used by others, it is really courting death.

Perhaps, these problems of the Dark Demon Armor can be corrected, making it a sacred weapon that anyone can wear! At least, when giving Chekfleet the dark magic armor, it can be guaranteed that a mixed race like him will not be swayed by the dark magic armor and absorb his vitality.

The gate of Enlak's fighting spirit room, controlled by Enlak's fighting spirit consciousness, has already returned to its original appearance. He scratched his head vigorously and shrugged his shoulders lightly. It seems that the gap between the two sides' fighting spirit consciousness is really not the slightest bit.

"Du Xin consciousness, Dou Xin consciousness..." Mo Jin took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and opened the door, thinking secretly, wondering how strong the Dou Xin consciousness must be to be able to put these sawdust together? In the war between the Zhence Dynasty and the Mozu, the cities between each other will be completely smashed by the fighters or magician groups of the other side. If there is a sense of fighting spirit to repair it, I am afraid it will be much faster?

The door slowly opened to both sides, and the frown of enthusiasm deepened. Why did the two sides hire masons to repair the city wall when they were at war? Isn't it easier to directly find the strong to use the fighting spirit consciousness?

The door of Enlak's vindictive room was completely pushed open, and a scent of wood slowly wafted out of the room, along with Enlak's sword-like gaze, and a large number of soldiers in warrior uniforms sitting on both sides of the dojo.

The warriors kneeling on both sides of the dojo saw the drive to enter the room, and stood up at the same time, with neat soles without shoes, stepping hard on the wooden floor, making a roar like a battle drum, and shouting in unison.

"drink!"

The unanimous shouts entangled with each other and fluttered around, tumbling again and again like electric current rubbing in the clouds, making the air in the room seem to be vibrating.

Mo Jin exhaled lightly, feeling the hostile gazes from all around, as if he was surrounded by enemy lines, his skin had a faint feeling of being pricked by knives and needles, and some of the gazes were particularly lethal, and were easier to notice than other gazes.

The two men who looked exactly the same, with bald heads, fat bodies, and cotton-like muscles, were the best of them.

"Boy, are you here to kick the gym again?" Enlak sat upright in the center of the dojo, with an excited smile on his face: "It's faster than I thought."

"Kicking the gym?" Qi Jin sighed, "It's Uncle Black..."

"Boy, don't think that there is a shortcut every time." Enlak waved his palm: "Uncle called you this time, in fact, he wants to tell you that if you want to get anything, you must rely on your own efforts. Relationship, this kind of thing can be used once or twice, but it can't be used for a lifetime. No one can help you for a lifetime, everything depends on yourself."

On their own? After a bit of coldness, he raised his hand and tapped his head. Why is his heart not as firm as before when his strength is getting stronger and stronger? That's right! Others can give you advice, but really everything depends on yourself.

"Now that you understand." Enlak smiled and waved his hand: "Then follow my rules here! If you win, you will get a prize! If you lose, you will get nothing."

brush! Two fat young fighters with the same appearance stood up at the same time, and it was only then that they were slightly different in size, one was slightly taller and the other was slightly shorter.

The two of them tapped their right ankles, and their bodies jumped directly into the battle ring. Their movements were neat, like one person and the shadow in a mirror, rather than two real people.

Consciousness! Jin Jin slowly walked into the battle circle, with a cautious and dignified brow, staring at the two opponents who entered the arena neatly, feeling the turbulent airflow around the two of them, that is a situation that only the fighting spirit can mobilize.

In the huge battle circle, the three of them looked at each other, no one needed to shout to start, the moment everyone's breaths touched each other, the battle was triggered immediately!

Boom! With a sound of the soles of their feet on the ground, the two young warriors suddenly separated, one left and one right opened their arms and rushed suddenly, fighting the devil!

As soon as the two of them make a move, they will have the strength to fight against demons! The tyrannical fighting spirit rushed out from under their skin, making a piercing chirping sound, and it felt like the sky turned dark all of a sudden, and the palms of the two swelled up again and again amidst the creaking, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, big tendons coiled around the palms, as if a layer of black molten iron had been poured.

Woohoo! Two rapid pressing sounds in the air brought the power of this special fighting skill to the extreme! Before the attack could actually hit, the tyrannical air pressure had blown his vigorous hair fluttering, and his scalp was aching, as if the wind of a knife was blowing.

Huge pressure surged in like a raging tide in an instant, and people couldn't help but want to retreat in their hearts.

At almost the same moment, the vigorous right leg left the ground and quickly lifted up, and the same smiles flashed across the eyes of the two soldiers, let's retreat! Just step back...

boom! The solid red pine floor collapsed rapidly, and the wooden sticks and sawdust spun and flew at high speed in the air. The tyrannical fighting spirit erupted from Qian Jin's body like a volcano, and the falling right foot did not retreat! Instead, he took half a step forward!

Moment! Qian Jin's body arched forward, his back swelled slightly, his throat faintly rolled with the roar of tigers and leopards, his arms were raised high at the same time, and he was thrown out along the left and right eyeliners of his body, Fen Jin Lian Slash hit the palms of the two of them.

Gold Slash VS Iron Hand! The vindictiveness squeezed and exploded together with the sound of bones colliding with muscles exploded at the same time! Mo Jin faintly felt that the fighting energy in his two palms was about to collide and dissipate. All the demon-killing fighters had a fighting spirit, and at this moment, the fighting spirit of Fumo Wuzhan lost all its previous advantages.

Just for a moment, Gan Jin suddenly felt his palms touched, those two palms that were as strong as steel became extremely soft, and the power of splitting the gold and chopping seemed to be cut into the cotton.

This is? How could the transition from extremely steel to extremely soft be completed in an instant? The corners of Qian Jin's eyes tightened and he was shocked in his heart. No matter how familiar Dou Qi wanted to make such a sorting change, it was impossible to get to this point so quickly?

In a split second, he wanted to withdraw his hands with enthusiasm, and suddenly felt that the two extremely soft palms of fighting spirit erupted into an unprecedented force in an instant! The Fen Jin Lian Slashing Dou Qi that was caught in it was mixed with the more fierce Iron Hand Crashing and smashed back together!

From rigid to soft, and from soft to rigid? So fast? Mo Jin's wrist seemed to be struck by lightning, and his two arms were like poisonous snakes returning to their holes in an instant, and they pulled back quickly, and the fighting energy rotated at high speed to rush the fighting energy that had rushed into the body out of the body.

The two big hands continued to press down with the momentum of covering the sky, and the vigorous body swam outwards, the shoulders rubbed against the iron palms, and the golden body of Fengyun touched the extreme friction between the two sides, making a collision that was not like a fleshy bone, kicking the ground with both legs.

The tall warrior's brows were raised high, a sneer jumped from between his teeth, his feet stomped on the ground and his body shook again and again as if the branches and leaves of a tree were shaken by a strong wind, and with a flip of his wrist, he knocked out the iron hand to make a horse neighing.

boom! The palms and palms clashed, and the vindictive energy splashed everywhere, which was almost visible to the naked eye, and the wooden sticks that were flying high around were impacted and flew around. I felt a faint pain in my hands and wrists, accompanied by a little numbness.

Under the huge gap in strength, reckless fighting still cannot prevail! Qian Jin turned his hands around like a giant python coiled around the tall soldier's arm in an instant. The powerful impact generated by the collision, the force that should have driven the energy back, was completely dissolved in this instant.

Huh? The tall warrior's wrist trembled, and his eyes flashed with strange lights. The huge gap in strength couldn't shatter the opponent's fighting spirit with one blow, let alone break the bones? What kind of body is this?

At the moment of entanglement, if you want to kick it in the air, your long legs are like a dragon and a tiger, like a dragon entering the sea to attack the opponent's throat!

Huh? Enlak's sword eyes are strangely bright. After entering the fighting state from enthusiasm, under the attack of the two strong men, he has never retreated half a point. He moves to fight for the first opportunity. Even if he is at a disadvantage, he is not thinking about how to avoid the edge.

The moment he vigorously kicked the tall warrior's chest, the chest, which seemed to be filled with fighting spirit and hardened, became extremely soft, as if he had stepped into soft mud.

This is? Lingering belly fighting skills? The long-lost term for fighting skills flashed across Qian Jin's mind, and suddenly felt a huge force counterattacking from this soft stomach! It was as if the strong bow had been stretched to the limit and bounced back with several times the force! The extremely soft and lingering stomach fighting skills bloomed with an extremely strong shock!

In an instant, Qian Jin felt that the blood in his legs and feet was not smooth, and it became difficult for his fighting spirit to walk in the fighting veins.

Qi Jin put his feet on the ground and his whole body arched slightly, like a big bow, twisted his hands on the wrapped arms, like a crocodile preying on the opponent's arm, and then the spine, knees, ankle joints collapsed, like the sound of steel wire breaking! The tall warrior felt like an arrow being thrown out, his feet suddenly left the ground and lost his balance.