I Am Not The Second Generation Of Immortals

"Inner strength, spirituality, driving soldiers?"

Feng Yuntai let out an unbelievable scream, his beard danced wildly, and there was no longer a trace of bearing in charge of Fengyun.

The six levels of Juyuan’s internal force are aura, and the lowest level is like the ten-refining array puppet. When an external force attacks, it will automatically burst to protect the body.

At a higher level, the internal force can be transformed, forming various spiritual things to attack the outside world. For example, the wolf and leopard formed in the backhand, rushing to attack the enemy, or like Zong Haoyang's "spiritual sword light", almost immortal.

A higher level, internal force drives the profound device! If you truly combine the spirit and the weapon, you can attack at will even if the profound weapon is removed from your hand.

Feng Yuntai had suffered from this trick. He thought that Yang Lie's Dragon Blood Spear had been shaken off, but he didn't expect that this was a game set by Yang Lie!

"call out!"

In the midair, the dragon blood spear seemed to be driven by an invisible palm behind it, and it pierced into the demon soul of the sky swallowing python and squeezed it fiercely!

The "Star Swordsmanship" from the Ten Refining Arrays was fully performed by stealing the teacher, and the thirteen stars-like light clusters exploded!

"Aw! Aw!"

The demon soul roared sternly, its body was squashed, and it was about to explode. Suddenly, it turned into a narrow stream of light and poured into the Dragon Blood Gun.

It can be clearly seen that a trace of golden light appeared on the surface of the Dragon Blood Gun, like an extra layer of golden thread entangled, unpredictable.

"You ruined my demon spirit ring! You vicious child!" Feng Yuntai's eyes were red with heartache. Although this demon spirit ring was of the lowest level, it was worth at least one hundred low-grade gemstones if sold.

With the accumulation of his Feng Family for many years, he may not be able to replace one, but he is not heartbroken.

"You just tried to kill me, but you didn't show any kindness."

Yang Lie sneered. At first he just wanted to ask for justice. But now, whether it was colluding with Pointe-Noire or repeatedly performing killers, Feng Yuntai had completely angered him.

"Die!"

With a stroke of his hand, the Dragon Blood Spear flew over, drew a mysterious arc, and stabbed Feng Yuntai's forehead.

This blow is like an antelope hanging horn without a trace, and it is inevitable!

Seeing that all the methods were used, Feng Yuntai was bound to be desperate under this blow, but he showed a weird smile: "I want the old man to die? Young, you are still a little tender!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a nearly colorless mist emanated from him, and a flash of lightning covered Yang Lie's body.

"what?"

Yang Lie felt his whole body soft, and an incomparable sense of weakness emerged from deep in his heart. That kind of feeling is like being pulled off the spine, and I can't lift a bit of strength.

Damn, this is--

Divine talent?

Yang Lie thought of the weird power that imprisoned him the last time he played against Luo Shuihan. Right now, although Feng Yuntai's power attributes are different, the strange feeling of defenselessness is exactly the same!

Under that layer of light mist, all the internal forces, all the strength of blood and qi disappeared in an instant, and could not be lifted at all.

There is no doubt that Feng Yuntai's divine life talent power far exceeds Luo Shuihan, even if Yang Lie's strength has now greatly advanced, he can't resist it!

"I said, even if it's fair to you, can you afford it?" Feng Yun Taiyin sneered, his five fingers spread out and formed a flame claw to Yang Lie.

The sudden change occurred, and no one would have thought that Feng Yuntai would have a talent for fate!

"stop!"

Zong Haoyang was about to rush to Yaowu Station with a roar.

"boom!"

Yu Chuanhe leaped into the air, and a purple-red and sky-blue light burst from him. The two intertwined, forming a huge aperture, covering the way.

The two sides collided and retreated together.

Yu Chuanhe sneered: "Skills are not as good as humans, and death is not a pity! You Qinglan City don't even have this awareness, right?"

Being blocked by him, it was too late to rush forward. He could only watch Feng Yuntai's five fingers clasp Yang Lie's head! The heads of Zong Haoyang and others shook, and their eyes were cracked!

Yaowu on stage.

The feeling of weakness that he had never experienced before made Yang Lie's unprecedented concentration, and everything in his sight slowed down.

Not only Feng Yuntai's ultimate move, but also his own breathing, blood flow, and pore expansion are so slow and clearly visible. A subtle connection between body, internal force, and external space is clearly presented in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This level of perception seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems that only a moment has passed...

"Only fourteen years old, internal force driving things, two complete basic level moods! Killing a genius like you, don't know what kind of reward Black Point City will give me?" Feng Yuntai smiled cruelly, so excited that the whole body cells were all To boil.

The five fingers surrounding the ghost flame can touch Yang Lie's head--

Suddenly, a cold voice faintly sounded: "Perhaps, it's not just that?"

Yang Lie moved!

No, Yang Lie's deity did not move, what moved was his "sentiment"! His "spiritual inner strength"!

I saw a figure in black clothes emerging from the top of Yang Lie's head, gently raising his foot and taking a step forward. But his deity still stayed in place, feeling as if he had suddenly added a "clone".

It seemed extremely slow, but with just one step, this clone came to Feng Yuntai's body, and then slowly reached out his palm, held it, and pointed at his head——

Punch hard!

"what!"

Feng Yuntai seemed to be hit by a huge mountain flying across the sky, and countless violent energy exploded inside his body.

Booming, his body flew directly upside down, a bunch of thick blood arrows spurted out, and the whole breath wilted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"what!?"

"Phantom body mood! This is the complete Phantom body mood!"

"My Emperor Qin is here! Another artistic conception?"

I don't know how many exclamations rang out, the punch that Yang Lie made just now was clearly a complete phantom body mood! Of all the artistic conceptions, the artistic conception contained in martial arts of body type is the most difficult to comprehend.

Once he mastered this artistic conception, Yang Lie had a clone that was completely controlled by his own mind during the battle! And this clone has exactly the same combat power as the deity, which is equivalent to an instant doubled combat power.

"Cough, cough."

Feng Yuntai spit out blood, he looked at Yang Lie blankly, and muttered to himself, "No! I didn't expect that the old man would meet an opponent like you. I really didn't lose."

"How about being wronged? How about not being wronged?"

Yang Lie's clone returned, slammed the dragon blood spear, and slammed at Feng Yuntai, "You are going to die!"

Feng Yuntai's face changed suddenly, and he roared: "You are a rare genius Toshihiko among thousands of people. It's not worth dirtying your hands for me. I admit defeat. Then I let the family members come out to confess their sins and destroy theirs. Martial arts cultivation!"

He was selfish by nature. He was not willing to agree to Yang Lie's conditions before, but he thought he could take Yang Lie and there was no need to bow his head.

Now, when his cards are exhausted and his life is threatened, he can no longer care about anything else. Even if he abandons his own son, as long as he can survive, he will never hesitate.

Seeing that Yang Lie was unmoved, he shouted again: "Inspector, Master Yu! You promised to keep my Fengjia, you promised me! I swore allegiance to Pointe-Noire, and I sent you thirty directions Yuanshi!"

"puff!"

The tip of the gun pierced his forehead directly.

Feng Yuntai's eyes widened, and he slowly fell down: "I curse you, my child, curse you for not being good!"

The situation is terrible and chilling.

Yang Lie just gently wiped the blood from the Dragon Blood Spear, with a calm expression: "You can't live by yourself, what right do you have for injustice?"

Feng Yuntai's last cry for help revealed a lot of information, and Yu Chuanhe didn't have the face to stay any longer, he snorted heavily, turned and flew away.

However, the expression he finally swept towards Yang Lie was full of murderous intent and a trace of jealousy that was hard to hide!

"call!"

Yang Lie fell down.

Before he could speak, Jiang Yuer had already rushed forward, with a small face buried in his chest desperately, crying and trembling all over. She was really scared just now, and thought several times that she would lose her brother forever.

"never mind."

Yang Lie gently patted her shoulder to comfort, and then told Yu Baiwei and the others one by one what Feng Yuntai had just said.

"What? Elite disciple!"

Zong Haoyang's face suddenly turned pale, and there was a trace of despair in his eyes.

"Old Zong, what is so scary about this elite disciple?" Yu Baiwei couldn't help asking.

Luo Zhanhu also looked at him strangely. Among the three, only Zong Haoyang knew the Sirius Academy best, and the reason was simple--

He was once a Sirius student!

However, Zong Haoyang's cultivation failed to break through the triple level of the Vientiane Realm, so he was not considered a formal disciple. Nevertheless, with his academic background, his strength is also the leader of the three.

"Ah."

Zong Haoyang smiled helplessly, "The Sirius Academy is very strict, and ordinary students and formal disciples are actually not taken seriously. Only by condensing the'vision', the cultivation base is promoted to the four levels of the Vientiane Realm, and the'elite disciple' can be truly It can be regarded as a descendant of a school! Whether it is the resources used or the inheritance received, it far exceeds ordinary disciples."

Vientiane Realm Quadruple!

Yu Baiwei and others were shocked, and they couldn't help showing a look of shock.

The six layers of the Vientiane Realm, the first three are mainly the difference in the power of the artistic conception, and the difference between them is not particularly large. However, the triple and the quadruple are completely different, a quadruple powerhouse can easily kill the triple with the "vision"!

However, in order to break through that barrier, it is extremely difficult to penetrate the "mystery of vision". Even if Yang Lie showed extraordinary talent, there was no guarantee that he would surely reach the four levels of the Vientiane Realm in the future.

"It's really troublesome."

Yu Baiwei rarely showed a distressed expression. "The little brother has offended Na Yu Chuanhe so badly. It is impossible to guarantee that Yu Chuanhe will not be a stumbling block in school. I can't as well arrange the little brother to stay away from the blue city?"

"inappropriate!"

Zong Haoyang vetoed, "It is precisely because he offended him so hard that Yang Lie should work hard to enter the Sirius Academy! The Academy has its own rules, and no one is allowed to fight at will, even if elite disciples want to deal with ordinary students. Follow the rules."

"In my opinion, Sirius Academy is the best place for Yang Lie to stay. If he is far away from Qinglan City, without the protection of Sirius Academy’s status as a student, he will inevitably suffer from it when he leaves the customs. Hunt down."

An elite disciple, like a mountain, weighs heavily on everyone's hearts. Whether it is Zong Haoyang, Yu Baiwei, or even Luo Zhanhu, who has always been domineering and reluctant to admit defeat, what he thinks at the moment is how to preserve the vitality of Blue City, especially not to let Yang Lie be damaged!

"Principal, is it so difficult to break through the four levels of the Vientiane Realm?" Yang Lie couldn't help asking.