Lord Futian

On the ring, the hundred-year-old son walked onto the ring accompanied by the cheers of the crowds. Li Qingniu stood quietly on the spot, watching his biggest opponent slowly walk up to the ring. The immortals around him The hundred-year-old son shrouded in mist has a strange wife temperament.

Although Li Qingniu didn't know much about this hundred-year-old son, the previous game of this hundred-year-old son impressed Li Qingniu and made Li Qingniu feel unpredictable, mainly because of the fairy mist that enveloped him. Li Qingniu didn't know what it came from, but it had the effect of isolating all divine sense detection.

Even if Li Qingniu is now unscrupulously using his spiritual sense to perceive, there is no way to break through the line of defense of the centenarian son's immortal spirit. This is very scary. You must know that Li Qingniu's spiritual sense attack is very powerful. Among monks in the same realm, it is basically difficult to meet opponents, but right now, Li Qingniu seems to be in trouble.

"Finally I'm going to play with you, I'm still looking forward to it. Luo Yan, this guy actually lost to you. It seems that his practice over the years has greatly regressed!" The hundred-year-old son said lightly, the only voice was Li Qingniu. Both of them could hear it, because the voice was spoken to Li Qingniu by the hundred-year-old son's Divine Sense Voice.

"I am also looking forward to fighting with you, but the reason why Falling Flame loses is not because of anything else, but because of his inferior skills. I want to see how powerful you are with his same name. Just as vulnerable!" Li Qingniu said defiantly, this kind of behavior of putting off harsh words before the game, Li Qingniu has never been afraid of anyone!

Sure enough, the hundred-year-old son's tone was not very good: "I hope you will have the opportunity to speak so arrogantly next time!"

"Then stop talking nonsense, let's start!" As soon as Li Qingniu's voice fell, he rushed away. Against this hundred-year-old boy of unknown strength, Li Qingniu did not intend to succeed, but to attack and test first, otherwise, If there is any trick on this guy who can directly use it, Li Qingniu's hole card is likely to be caught off guard by the opponent first.

The hot flame power rushed toward his face, and the whole place instantly boiled. The hot air around him seemed to have no effect at all in front of the hundred-year-old son. The fairy mist around him actually isolated all the hot energy. Outside, when Li Qingniu's attack was about to reach the eyes of the hundred-year-old son, Li Qingniu discovered this strange phenomenon.

"What the **** is this! Is the defensive power of this fairy mist so strong?" Li Qingniu looked at everything in front of him incredulously. The strong aura formed by the blazing sun flame suppresses it, and is directly isolated from the outside.

But at this time Li Qingniu's attack had already reached the opponent's face, so it was impossible for him to stop his attack. The burning power of Burning Heaven's Palm hit hard in the fairy mist around the hundred-year-old son, and he saw this. The hundred-year-old son stretched out a pair of jade-white hands and fluttered lightly at Li Qingniu.

The fairy mist all over his body unexpectedly rushed at this moment, resisting Li Qingniu's attack, with a "boom"! The golden flame power collided with the white and hazy fog, and Li Qingniu felt that his attack was hitting cotton. He did not display the true power of the Burning Heaven Palm at all, so it was resolved!

Li Qingniu exploded and retreated, "What kind of ghost is this fog? My attack was on it, and there was no way to cause complete damage. He was able to dissolve it like this!"

Li Qingniu has never confronted a hundred-year-old son before. Naturally, he doesn't know the peculiarities of the exercises practiced by the hundred-year-old son. If you say that the person who knows the hundred-year-old son best, it should be the son of Falling Flame, but it's just now. Young Master Falling Flame is not here, otherwise, he will be very surprised, this hundred-year-old Young Master's strength has actually increased again!

Li Qingniu found that if he could not break the defensive fog outside this hundred-year-old son, he would never be able to attack the hundred-year-old son who was wrapped in this mist, wouldn't this hundred-year-old son? He was invincible, but fortunately, although the fog's defensive power was very high, his aggressiveness was not very good.

Of course, this is only for people like Li Qingniu. The offensiveness of the mist of the hundred-year-old son is very weak. The long hole left by the mist attacked the ground, but it is not weak at all, if it is ordinary A monk in the realm of concentration, it is impossible to take this terrifying blow.

Even if he faced this blow, he couldn't fully resist it, and only someone as strong as Li Qingniu would feel that the opposite hundred-year-old son's attack power was relatively weak.

"How did he build this mist?" After Li Qingniu didn't test the strength of this hundred-year-old boy with a single blow, he didn't rush to make the next attack, because if he didn't want a solution, he would solve the mist around him. Li Qingniu himself might not be able to defeat this hundred-year-old son.

At this time, the hundred-year-old son was also a little surprised at Li Qingniu’s strength. Although he roughly watched Li Qingniu’s game yesterday, the last terrorist attack he used cast a shadow over the hundred-year-old son’s heart. But he couldn't see what the blue lotus field was.

The hundred-year-old son was more afraid that if Li Qingniu was using this trick, how would he stop him?

Seeing that Li Qingniu was watching his state, the hundred-year-old son unceremoniously attacked Li Qingniu. A powerful and terrifying force burst out at this moment. Li Qingniu's whole body was covered by this terrifying mist. The hundred-year-old son unexpectedly escaped from the white mist.

The spotless white robe all over, shining colorfully under the scorching sun, Li Qingniu discovered that a piece of clothing on this man was actually a valuable defensive spiritual weapon, really worthy of the direct disciple of the city lord of sunset. , This net worth is really not comparable to Li Qingniu's casual cultivator.

At this moment, the gray robe on Li Qingniu actually looked a little shabby at this moment, but the dense fog made Li Qingniu's figure buried in it, and even the figure of the hundred-year-old son in the sky was invisible. , Li Qingniu directly exploded with a punch, trying to explode the mist.

But not only did the mist stay still, it was getting closer and closer to Li Qingniu. If it weren’t for Li Qingniu’s body with an energy shield, the mist would have penetrated directly into Li Qingniu’s body, but what kind of state did it look like if it had penetrated into Li Qingniu’s body. Li Qingniu didn't know either, and of course he didn't want to know.

Because this fog actually made him feel a familiar feeling at this moment, walking along the way, experienced so many dangerous Jedi, got a lot of opportunities, the same is also accompanied by this strange fog, this For Li Qingniu, the mist did not know what constituted it, but it could invade the monk's body all pervasively.

However, the mist of this hundred-year-old boy is slightly different from what Li Qingniu had seen before. As for where the difference is, Li Qingniu can't say why it came. Maybe it has a little more dusty atmosphere, but Li Qingniu The dense white fog around is getting denser and denser.

Li Qingniu found that his living space had been squeezed. At this time, he couldn't even communicate with the aura of heaven and earth outside, because all the aura of heaven and earth outside had been squeezed out by these white thick fog. Li Qingniu wanted to escape the thick white mist, but he seemed to have fallen into a certain maze, and all or all of the surrounding space seemed to be blocked at this moment.

Li Qingniu couldn't escape at all. The black mist that was constantly pouring around began to boil at this moment. Li Qingniu felt that something was brewing in it. He watched the space around him vigilantly, carefully. Beware, suddenly brushed.

A sharp arrow flew from the deep depths! Draw a beautiful arc from the dense fog, with a cold killing intent, and shoot straight towards Li Qingniu. Li Qingniu turned over to avoid it, but the arrow formed by the power of the star sea seemed to have eyes. Generally, he turned a corner and attacked directly in Li Qingniu's direction.

It seems that if this arrow does not hit Li Qingniu, he will never give up. Li Qingniu exploded the arrow directly with his bare hands, but the powerful impact of this energy explosion still sent his body back. Pushing a few meters away, in the misty space around, there were constantly breaking noises, and Li Qingniu could only face off against these arrows one after another.

"On the other side, I want to consume myself!" Li Qingniu instantly noticed the 100-year-old son's intention. He originally thought that the 100-year-old son would directly fight him head-on, but he did not expect that he would use such an insidious method. After getting serious about my internal friction, I came to clean up myself.

However, this is also an insurance move by the hundred-year-old son, which is very consistent with his own personality. Although this hundred-year-old son has very strong self-confidence in his own strength, he always faces the terrible outbreak of Li Qingniu yesterday. I still want to be on the safe side, this is a person who can defeat the Falling Flame, but not a character that can be underestimated.

Moreover, this hundred-year-old son has a very big advantage against Li Qingniu, that is, Li Qingniu doesn't understand the techniques he practices, and doesn't know how to deal with this unknown attack.