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Chapter 353 Meng Lang VS Old Heavenly Master (Fierce Battle)
Seeing Zhang Chulan's confused expression, Lu Jin shook his head resentfully:

"I don't know about others, but that old guy Zhang Zhiwei has only used the Golden Light Curse since he started it... Don't forget that the top skill of Longhu Mountain is the Five Thunder Correction Method, and he has practiced this skill for nearly a hundred years. !"

The young Bilian was stunned.

"Ah! Then my master is about to suffer?"

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he shook his head immediately.

"No, no! Master has no reason to think that the old heavenly master will not use the five thunders to rectify the law. Since he dared to accept this competition and deliberately set rules that are not good for him, it means that he also has some kind of power in his hand. The unknown cards..."

"Yeah, children can be taught!" Lu Jin nodded slightly, and smiled with his beard.

Just as the "grandfather and grandson" were discussing here, the two people who were fighting on the field also separated a certain distance after a collision.

The old celestial master dispersed the golden light spell, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, and secretly felt that he hadn't warmed up so happily for a long time.

On the other hand, Meng Lang, who was opposite him, dissipated the violent black qi brought by the demon's possession with a little depression, and looked at the old hooligan opposite him and secretly said something weird.

If he, Meng, remembers correctly, isn't only the Quanzhen Taoist able to cultivate both life and soul?

Shouldn't Zhengyi's main skills be some "magic" skills such as outer alchemy, talismans, and incantations?
But what the hell is this old thing opposite?

Who can tell him why, as the head of a "mage" school like Zhengdao, the melee level of the old hooligan can catch up with himself, a real martial artist?

Just when Meng Lang was doubting his life, a dazzling golden thunder flashed from the old master's fingertips:
"Xiaoyou Meng, the warm-up is over, so why don't you show some real skills?
Pindao can feel that you are not a pure martial artist.

Now there are still ten tricks before the limit of a hundred tricks, let's go as far as we can. "

Seeing that the old hooligan had finally revealed Lei Fa, Meng Lang felt a little more solemn in his heart, and he generously agreed:

"Since the old heavenly master invites you generously, then Meng will be disrespectful!"

With that said, Meng Lang lightly tapped the body of the ice sword in his hand a few times, and then threw it into the sky——

Immediately, the long sword originally formed by the unity of thousands of swords split into thousands again, circling and dancing in the air.

Not only that, but what surprised everyone in the field was that because Meng Lang had made some holes on the sword before, when the ice sword cut through the void, air would pass through these holes to form a tone similar to that of a flute.

"How can there be a flute without a qin?"

Meng Lang smiled slightly, stretched out his left hand in the suspicious eyes of everyone, and made a gesture of supposing in the air.

Immediately, the sky was filled with cold air, which turned into a whirlwind and flowed into his palm, and a nine-stringed Yaoqin made of ice crystal appeared out of thin air.

"clank--"

After a short audition, Meng Lang nodded in satisfaction, then looked up at the old rascal:
"A piece of "Soul Soul Tune" is dedicated to the Celestial Master. I wish you good luck and longevity, and I also wish my flower family prosperity and prosperity!"

After saying that, Meng played his Yaoqin as if no one else was around.

Meng Lang's series of actions sounded cumbersome, but in fact they only happened within three to five seconds. When the old master discovered something was wrong, it was too late to stop it.

Of course, even if time goes backwards, with the pride of his Taoist Zhang Zhiwei, he would not choose to interrupt his opponent's moves.

Looking at someone not far away, who seemed to be concentrating on playing the piano with his eyes slightly closed, the old rascal couldn't help but chuckle:
"Young man, the Five Thunders' Fa is capable of causing lightning to strike people, so you want to rely on sound attacks to keep me out at such a short distance? Isn't it a little too arrogant?"

As he said that, the golden thunder lighted up again on the old celestial master's fingertips, and he shot Meng Lang away with a palm thunder that contained a hundred years of skill.

Seeing this move, Zhang Chulan's pupils shrank suddenly.

As the golden thunder passed, the void split open, and countless thunder lights gushed out.

This thunder light is not like the thunder and lightning in nature, but it looks like it contains some kind of chaotic atmosphere that combines yin and yang.

The inside faintly conveyed the thunderbolt shock, and it seemed that a world was conceived in it.

Facing the golden light and thunder that didn't seem to come from the world, Meng Lang didn't change his smile. While waving his hands and playing, the sound of the piano that didn't seem to come from the world suddenly unfolded, forming a wonderful rhythm with the chorus of Xiao Sheng.

At this time, Meng's whole body seemed to be shrouded in a glow, like a fairy or an illusion.

Every time his slender fingers plucked the strings, the air in front of him would be distorted and turbulent, faintly showing thousands of auspicious colors and ten thousand rays of light.

Soul Rescue Tune - after playing, it can increase the "self-weight" of all invisible objects within a certain range by thousands of times. It is a tune that integrates offense and defense in the Jiutian Xianyin Jue.

The sound of the piano seems to have transcended time. After the first sound, it seems that strands of elegant and melodious piano sounds can be heard swaying from the rays of the sun, floating in the sky.

Suddenly, the old Tianshi who was shrouded in the attack range felt as if his soul had been hit hard, staggered two steps and almost fell down. If his soul had not been tempered, he would have been unconscious at this moment.

Not only that, but the palm thunder he just shot also lost his aim as if he was drunk, and hit the ground not far in front of Meng with a twist.

There was a loud bang, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and mud splashed everywhere. The thunder passed and blasted out a large crater nearly five meters in diameter on that piece of ground.

"clank--"

Meng Lang still played the piano calmly and calmly, but thinking of the power of the palm thunder just now, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Mom!What the hell is this?

To be reasonable, the rocky mountain peaks under our feet have been polished by thousands of years of wind and rain, and the hardness is no less than that of marble!
But you can hit such a big hole with your palm thunder, which seems to be trying your best?

The conversion of this damn thing into equivalent has to be done in tons at least, right?

Although his heart was pounding, Meng continued to play the soul-suppressing tune on the basis of the principle of never giving up when he came out to mess around, and at the same time secretly mobilized the immortal energy in his dantian to prepare for the next situation .

On the other side of him, the old hooligan who realized that he had missed a blow turned around and jumped out of the range of the sonic attack, looking at meng lang solemnly.

"The young man is quite capable. The pressure on me from this Yin Gong is even greater than the eight strange skills I have seen before, plus his rumored spell that can summon meteorites... good!The florist has a successor! '

Although he was secretly happy, the old master still had no intention of stopping.

Just like what Zeng Yi said before, he is also very curious about where Meng's limit is...

PS: Second update
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