I Am Not The Second Generation Of Immortals

"Whizzing!"

Bundles of pure to the extreme wind system laws and profound energy burst rapidly, and the nine runes seemed to be ignited, and the blue light surged into Yang Lie's palm.

"Let it go!"

Bei Xuanhua stopped drinking and warned loudly, "Get away quickly! Otherwise, the old man's supernatural power will not recognize people!"

At the point where the voice fell, those blue rays of light had already penetrated Yang Lie's arm, whizzing and spreading towards his dantian area, as soon as he was completely immersed in his body.

"You might as well try it."

Yang Lie smiled faintly, calmly.

"Humph!"

Bei Xuanhua hummed in a deep voice, since Yang Lie didn't listen to dissuasion, he was too lazy to spend his tongue, and made up his mind to teach this young man a lesson, so that he could know that there is a heaven outside.

"call out!"

The mind turned, and the blue light was not obstructed at all, as fast as an electric light, it poured into Yang Lie's dantian in the blink of an eye.

"I'm not going back yet—hmm."

Bei Xuanhua suddenly woke up wrong, he found that shortly after his energy entered, it immediately disappeared without a trace.

Compared with the previous Qifan Shamen being taken by Yang Lie, he was even more panicked!

Because, he suddenly discovered that the energy disappeared very cleanly, and there was no residue left. It seemed that it was completely refined in this moment.

"What martial arts do you practice?"

Bei Xuanhua pretends to have thousands of years of training, and he has rich martial arts experience. But this is the first time I have seen something as weird as it is now.

Yang Lie did not answer, but a delighted smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Thank you for your success."

As the profound energy of Bei Xuanhua's wind law entered his body, there was a slight burst of sound in his soul, and a crack finally appeared in the bottleneck of his long-term cultivation.

It was like a smog-laden sky, finally opened a gap, and bright sky light poured down——

The second state of the law of wind is finally touched!

"Complete?"

Bei Xuanhua's cheeks were tight, he was also a strong god, and even an ancestor-level figure who had been famous for a long time. In the end, it didn't matter that Yang Lie was not successfully defeated in the battle for a long time. Instead, his own ultimate move became an opportunity for his opponent to improve his martial arts perception!

As a result, he felt a huge insult: "The old man will simply fulfill you!"

"Crack!"

As the lightning exploded, the third page of the Innate Wind Evil Sutra finally opened, and countless streams of cyan light burst out from it.

They rushed towards Yang Lie frantically, and before they even approached, a blazing aura was already surging. Moreover, the flame is extremely strange, hundreds of feet away, making people feel as if the body is about to be torn apart.

"boom!"

Yang Lie threw a shot, and the sting dragon's shocked power slammed on them. But soon, something weird happened——

All the cyan light streams seem to have become illusory, even if the gun shadow penetrates through, they are not damaged at all!

In the next instant, they appeared above Yang Lie's head, and then fell down.

"Thirteenth Heavenly Furnace!"

The mysterious mantra sounded, and the cyan light stream transformed into a thirteen-story copper furnace, which firmly covered Yang Lie.

"This trick was created by the old man three years ago. It is precisely because of its success that the old man's "Innate Wind Evil Sutra" has entered the ranks of super quality! Brother Yang, if you can't persist, you just need to inform. , The old man will withdraw his move."

"Boom! Boom!"

Now that he had made up his mind to teach Yang Lie a lesson, Bei Xuanhua no longer kept his hands, and directly used the Shisandu Heavenly Furnace to spew out countless flames from the walls, burning away.

The sound of Ding Dong blew up again and again, these flames were strange and strange. Not only were they amazingly hot, they were also substantive in nature, tens of thousands of times sharper than the sharpest blade.

"Ok?"

One shot failed, Yang Lie's understanding became deeper and deeper, and many insights flowed quickly: the imaginary is real, and the real is also imaginary...Wind helps the fire, fire borrows from the wind, wind and fire grow together, endless...

Turns out, is that so?

"Bang! Bang!"

Yang Lie simply retracted the Dragon Blood Spear and blasted the surroundings with one punch after another, and the flames that had struck were shattered again and again.

At first, Yang Lie's body was still trembling, and it was obvious that the flames caused a lot of pressure on him. The farther back he moves, the smaller the range of his movements, and he often stays in place, just as the fist wind swept through, the flames are broken!

"how is this possible."

Bei Xuanhua was shocked and ashamed, and it was obvious that his ultimate move still failed to come in great use. Even, the young man was using his thirteen capital furnace to temper his sentiment!

In extreme shame and anger, an unknown fire surged in his heart, and he shouted violently, "Fire refines the starry sky!"

"boom!"

In an instant, the blue flame in the Heavenly Furnace of the Thirteenth City burst out, and rushed to the center like a sea tide.

"Although the old man has a shallow cultivation base, he still has a little experience of the second state of the law of the wind system, "Void Li". Since Brother Yang Dao uses my ultimate move as a grindstone, please let the good students **** skills. !"

Bei Xuanhua yelled, the flames swelled angrily, and after it burned to the extreme, even the entire Thirteenth Heavenly Furnace was melted and entered.

The blue light was like crystalline jade, and Yang Lie's cheeks seemed to have become translucent, as if there was no trace of blood!

"Brother Bei Xuan Dao is really angry when he moved."

Bai Weisheng looked cold and shook his head, "Even if that kid is immortal, he will at least take off a layer of skin——"

"Boom!"

The tremors sounded like the cracks of the sky and the earth suddenly sounded, and the cyan flames burst out suddenly, turning into countless fragments and shooting in all directions.

A black figure jumped out like a demon god, and the eight divine veins all over the body drew light. The rays of light from these divine veins were all green, and the color seemed purer than Bei Xuanhua's wind law energy color.

"The realm of Void Leaving, enter the hall."

Bei Xuanhua's eyes widened, his eyes filled with incredible color. At this moment in the battle, how could he still not understand?

It turned out that the opposite boy hadn't gotten serious. He was actually taking advantage of the opportunity to fight against himself to study the rules of the wind system.

When playing against an ancestor-level figure who had been immersed in the gods for many years, he actually had time to practice!

What is even more shocking is that his insights have clearly yielded great results.

Bei Xuanhua can be sure that even though this young man also possesses the laws of the wind system before the fight, his realm is definitely not as profound as his own!

Now, his attainments in the laws of the wind system are clearly better than his own. What a terrible talent is this?

"Your move has been exhausted, so please try my move."

At this moment, the innate wind evil spirit floating above Bei Xuanhua's head has dimmed, while Yang Lie is full of fighting spirit.

His figure shook, and the Eight Channel Sacred Dao Fist blasted towards Bei Xuanhua!

"Don't be mad, you forgot, and the old man!"

Bai Weisheng was shocked and roared, "Pick me up from Yuanli Bing Jue——Swordsman!"

With a "swish", the Fenggu behind him suddenly condensed, forming a skin-like existence. Immediately afterwards, there was a whining sound, and figures shot out from it.

These figures are all his image, but each of them held a three-foot bronze in their hands, cut or slashed, and stabbed them out.

"Good job!"

Yang Lie's eyes lit up. In fact, his punch was not to defeat Bei Xuanhua now, but to force the proud Bai Weisheng to shoot.

Because he felt that although his own wind law had already reached the threshold of the second realm, there was still a long way to go before it was truly successful.

Up to now, the tempering effect that Bei Xuanhua can give himself is getting smaller and smaller! Therefore, he moved his brain to Bai Weisheng.

"boom!"

The Eight-Medition Sacred Dao Fist contained Yang Lie's vigorous insight into the laws of the wind system, and he steadily stabilized his realm.

Therefore, those swordsmen with swordsmen were shocked to pieces!

"The bowman!"

Bai Weisheng didn't expect Yang Lie's realm to be so high. He only knew how much pressure Bei Xuanhua was facing before.

As a result, he once again urged Yuanli Bing Jue, and a statue of about tens of feet tall, with more than a thousand figures holding bows and arrows appeared.

They pulled the bowstrings in their hands together, and the overwhelming arrow shots came!

"Om!"

As soon as Yang Lie's body condensed, he shrank into a ball like a hedgehog, surrounded by layers of eight divine veins, wrapping him like a copper wall and iron wall.

All the arrows hit it, all stuck in the air, unable to advance.

Suddenly, Yang Lie opened his body, and his majestic rhyme surged: "Break it to me!"

The domineering Eight Meridian Sacred Dao Fist smashed out fiercely, and the Eight Divine Meridians smashed sharply, and those figures were shattered by the dust on the spot.

"Boom!"

When it was time, a misty and illusory figure emerged from Yang Lie's back. Holding a small knife in his palm, he quickly slipped through Yang Lie's ribs.

This move is called "Tibetan Swordsman", and it is the most vicious move in Yuanli's military art. It often accompanies the "bow-holding man" to perform together, and then unexpectedly behead the opponent.

The two sides were just betting on an appointment, naturally there was no need to see life and death, so Bai Weisheng left a little bit of effort. Otherwise, this knife should be twisted towards Yang Lie's heart.

"you lose!"

He clearly saw the Tibetan swordsman piercing the knife into Yang Lie's ribs, and Bai Weisheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Waiting to announce the end of the gambling agreement, he condensed suddenly and looked at another place in disbelief—

There, Yang Lie stood quietly, staring lightly, as if looking at another fool.

"Impossible! How could you avoid my blow?"

Hundred microliters was sluggish, and then, he saw that the "Yang Lie" who was stabbed by him had disappeared like phantom.

"The sixth move." Yang Lie counted himself, "If there are no other moves, I will defeat you now."

"A fanatic! Who said I didn't?"

Bai Weisheng was forced to the extreme, he suddenly gritted his teeth, "Death Knight!"

Yuan Li Bing Jue was used again, and in an instant, a knight covered in cyan armor rushed out. Their arrogant and arrogant power rushed to it, forcing people's minds to freeze.