Chapter 701 The Dionysus Curse! (4 more)
With Murong Wu's appeal in the Tiansheng Empire, as soon as he spoke, many talented and powerful people in the Tiansheng Empire stood up and stood beside Murong Wu.
If you stay with such a strong man, he might eat meat and others can mix it with some soup.
Similarly, Feng Yan, Nangong Yu, and Yan Jinghong also stood up one after another. Although such an ancient magic circle is unbreakable, it must have some weaknesses after tens of thousands of years. As long as everyone gathers the strength of , with a little combined attack, it is still possible to break through the magic circle.
On the other hand, Shen Lang of the Dragon Empire stood aside and drank in a very low-key manner from beginning to end. However, the sword in his sleeve quietly slipped into his palm, and he was ready to take action at any time.
"Brother Ling, after a while I will try to attack with Prisoner's Finger, and you guys will use the most destructive moves to attack the same position." Feng Yan looked back at Ling Feng and said in a deep voice.
"Okay." Ling Feng nodded slightly. He originally had the intention of joining forces with Feng Yan.
But the fat man Huang muttered for a while, "What, Mr. Feng, you think too highly of this kid, his cultivation is simply better than nothing!"
Indeed, because of the Qi-forging Hunyuan Lock, Ling Feng usually looks like he only has about fifty veins, which is mediocre at all and belongs to the lowest level among all those who enter the battlefield of gods and demons.
However, Feng Yan seemed to be extremely polite to this kid, leaving him a little confused.
"Am I overestimating Brother Ling, or are you underestimating Brother Ling too much." Feng Yan smiled lightly and glanced at Ling Feng meaningfully.
That day, they encountered a monster with half-step demon king cultivation in the Bone Burial Wilderness. Although Feng Yan later killed him with one finger, Feng Yan noticed that the monster had been affected by certain effects. heavy damage.
Originally, he suspected that Yan Jinghong was the one who said it, but later he also discovered that Yan Jinghong's power was of frost nature, which was completely opposite to the power that severely damaged the half-step demon king.
When he thought about how Ling Feng didn't seem so panicked when facing Yan Jinghong, he began to suspect that Ling Feng was the guy who severely injured the Half-Step Demon King.
Moreover, the flame-attributed Qi in his body was very similar to the residual Qi on the Half-Step Demon King's wound.
Adding up all these coincidences, he was already 70% certain that Ling Feng was the mysterious master!
Perhaps such strength is nothing in front of him, but you must know that Ling Feng is only in the Pulse Condensation Realm!
If he were promoted to the Divine Origin Realm, how strong would he be?
Seeing Feng Yan's eyes, Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose with some guilt, took out his own Destruction of All Directions, and prepared to assist Feng Yan's attack.
"The King Kong Gun is broken!"
boom!
A loud noise erupted, and Murong Wu had already waved the spear in his hand, and struck out with one move, hitting the ancient formation surrounding the Sutra Pavilion.
Unfortunately, the barrier only trembled slightly and did not suffer any damage.
"Aim at one point and attack!"
Murong Wu shouted violently, and then, the geniuses behind him all used their special skills to attack the place where Murong Wu had just attacked.
Unfortunately, the noise they caused was far less exaggerated than Murong Wu's. When they hit the barrier, it was basically like an egg hitting a stone, it didn't hurt at all.
"Frost penetrates!"
Yan Jinghong directly opened the Ice King's Domain, and his energy condensed into indestructible ice. With a wave of his hand, countless icicles shot straight towards a point, shooting out like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.
Boom boom boom! ! !
Following a series of explosions, the barrier barrier began to tremble again under this airtight attack, even more violently than Murong Wu's move just now.
"Could this be a weakness!"
Murong Wu's eyelids twitched, and with a sweep of his spear, he rose into the sky, with golden light shining all over his body, like a god of war descending to earth. "The King Kong Gun is broken!"
Another shot hit the spot where Yan Jinghong had just attacked, causing the realm barrier to tremble violently. Unfortunately, it still had no effect.
"Bacchanal! Drink hate!"
Shen Lang finally showed his true ability, and with one strike of his sword, brilliant and dazzling rays of light converged into the shape of a wine-drinking immortal holding a wine pot. He lay down drunk and pressed heavily on the barrier. , which also caused a violent fluctuation.
"Damn, Dionysian curse!"
Immediately, a knowledgeable person recognized the origin of Shen Lang's move and exclaimed: "I once heard the seniors in the family say that it is said that there was a sect in ancient times called Xianxia Sect, and there was a great leader in it. Those who are capable use wine to enter the Tao and create their own Dionysian Sword Technique. This Dionysian Spell is the sword move created by the great master. When combined with the Dionysian Sword Technique, it is extremely powerful."
"Damn it, this guy is so lucky that he actually got a sword inheritance!"
"Damn, someone else's opportunity!"
However, the discussion quickly subsided. Among Murong Wu, Feng Yan, Yan Jinghong, and Nangong Yu, who among them had inherited the same inheritance as the Dionysus swordsmanship?
"Bacchus swordsmanship." Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose and thought to himself: It's a pity that although Shen Lang always drinks, he doesn't have the ultimate enthusiasm for wine. It was obvious that he was forced to drink in order to practice swordsmanship. Therefore, his Dionysus curse seemed not to be smooth and effective, nor to its fullest potential.
If it were his cheap master Duanmu Qingshan, this guy was really a drunkard, so this swordsmanship would be more suitable for him to practice.
At this time, Feng Yan also raised two fingers together, secretly concentrating his finger strength, and asked Fatty Huang at the same time: "Fat man, can you use your dragon-seeking plate to see where the weak link is?"
"Well..." Fatty Huang's forehead was sweating slightly, "I'll give it a try."
As he said that, Fatty Huang really started to mutter something. After a while, he pointed to a general area on the left and said with some guilt: "It's probably here, haha, it should be right."
Feng Yan rolled his eyes and was about to find a position in that area to attack, but Ling Feng raised his hand to stop him.
"Brother Feng, the more your Heavenly Prison Finger is concentrated at one point, the more powerful it becomes."
"This is natural." Feng Yan was stunned and looked up at Ling Feng, "Brother Ling, what do you mean?"
"Then, compress your attack target ten times, and only attack the position about three feet above the left beam. This is probably the weakest defense position." Ling Feng said lightly.
No one noticed that when Ling Feng was observing the ancient magic circle just now, the divine patterns of heaven in his right eye quietly condensed, and then quietly dispersed after an instant.
"Tch, who did you fool, you can actually pinpoint the location? I don't believe it!"
Fatty Huang snorted softly, "With my dragon-seeking technique, I can only roughly determine the location, so why don't you make more trouble?"
"I'm just giving you a suggestion. As for whether you believe it or not, it's up to Brother Feng to decide." Ling Feng shrugged. He just thought that Feng Yan's character was pretty good, so he gave him some guidance and let him retain some strength. After a while, When competing for secrets, you will not be exhausted physically.
Feng Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Ling Feng, then laughed loudly and said: "Friends are more valuable than a letter. Brother Ling, I believe in you!"
After saying that, Feng Yan gathered his strength with one finger, and Qi Tian's finger force shot out, directly hitting the location pointed by Ling Feng just now.
(End of chapter)