Everlasting Dragon Emperor

The fist fell through the void, blasting on the light curtain on the other side of the battle platform, causing the light curtain to tremble.

"This old fellow, what a terrible control!"

Lu Ming moved.

The magic wind is a strange monster, and he has mastered every minute of his own power, and every shot, he will not waste a little bit of power, precise and precise.

"Sura is in trouble!"

At this moment, everyone has this idea in mind.

The old monster of the magic wind is too strong, it is worthy of being an old monster that has been in this sea for hundreds of years.

Many people think that although Lu Ming is strong, he should not be the opponent of the old devil.

"Nine Dragons!"

At this time, Lu Ming displayed his Kowloon footsteps, stepped on his feet, and turned into a streamer, soaring into the sky, he immediately avoided the attack of the magic wind monster.

The old demon of the magic wind grabbed the sky with a paw, slightly stunned, and looked up at the sky. At this moment, Lu Ming was suspended above the sky.

"Unexpectedly, you actually have this kind of footwork, yes, I don't know how your attack power is."

Mo Feng Wei Wei smiled.

"Want to know, let you try it!"

boom!boom!...

Lu Ming's double fists continuously burst out, and dozens of fists were instantly burst out, one punch after another, like a falling meteor, blasting toward the magic wind old monster.

Mo Feng's eyes were cold and his hands waved.

call out!call out!...

Wind blades condensed out and flew towards the sky, colliding with the punches falling down.

High winds, flames, scattered, swept the battlefield.

Wind blade and boxing strength cancel each other out.

"Come again!"

Lu Ming shouted and Zhenyuan was promoted. This time, he blasted hundreds of fists in succession. The whole space was full of punches and his momentum was extremely terrifying.

In the stands, Chen Zhao's face turned pale, and Lu Ming's power now showed that he could easily defeat his elder brother Chen Dao.

In every war, Lu Ming seems to have no upper limit, giving the feeling of a bottomless abyss, without detecting the end.

The face of the old demon of the magic wind also dignified.

"Magic Wind!"

A long sword appeared in the hand of the demon wind monster. At this time, a dazzling blue light radiated out. His body rose into the sky, and a blue sword light suddenly flashed out.

Zizi...

The shape of the old monster of the magic wind rushed into the sky, and a harsh voice sounded.

call out!

In the end, the monster of the magic wind broke through the range of the fist, rushed into the sky, and stood side by side with Lu Ming.

"Now, it's me!"

The sound of the old demon of the magic wind sounded, but the man had disappeared. He seemed to turn into a gust of wind and float between the world.

Huh...

The sky was really windy, and as the wind rose, the temperature dropped sharply. Then, snowflakes appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a gust of wind, and swept toward the landing.

"The mood of the wind, the mood of the snow!"

Lu Ming's eyes flickered.

The magic wind old monster not only cultivated the artistic conception of the wind, but also cultivated the artistic conception of the snow.

Both kinds of artistic conception are first-level perfection.

"Appeared. Appeared. It is said that the old monster of the magic wind has realized two kinds of artistic conception, and it is so!"

"Yes, it is said that the old monster of the magic wind was very energetic at that time and wanted to comprehend two moods, but was stuck when he was the king of the peak, so he did not break through to the spirit sea realm. If he only realized one mood, I am afraid It has already broken through the Linghai."

"But the power of the two artistic concepts is unquestionable, Shura, dangerous."

In the stands, many elder figures were excitedly talking.

"Haha, junior, die!"

Amidst the wind and snow, there was the sound of the magical elder pride.

"What are you proud of? Realizing the two artistic concepts, but the two artistic concepts are not successfully integrated. The added power is also very limited."

Lu Ming's complexion was still very calm, his fists waved, and he punched out with fists, resisting the wind and snow attacks around him.

Those snowflakes, snow-white and crystal-clear, are sharper than the spirit soldiers. I am afraid that each piece can penetrate a mountain with a diameter of 100 meters.

"The integration of artistic conception, junior, what do you know? The two artistic concepts, do you think it is so easy to integrate? It's really ignorant."

The voice of the old monster of the magic wind came out, full of disdain and rebuke.

"Is it difficult to merge the two moods?"

Lu Ming smiled faintly.

As Lu Ming's voice fell, Lu Ming's fist suddenly changed.

Among the fists, not only contains the artistic conception of fire, but also the artistic conception of thunder.

As soon as the conception of thunder fire came out, the two moods merged perfectly, making the power of bursting star fist suddenly increased a lot.

boom!boom!...

The vast fist, directly penetrated the sky and snow, screamed, a figure appeared, and retreated backward.

"Thunderfire artistic conception fusion, perfect integration of thunderfire artistic conception, how is it possible? How is it possible?"

Blood flowed from the corner of the monster's mouth, but he didn't care, and his eyes stared at him.

The audience was also dumbfounded.

Lu Ming also realized two kinds of artistic conception, and the fusion was successful, but the devil-style old monster did not.

Which one is stronger is weaker at a glance.

"It's impossible, you can't integrate, it doesn't mean that others can't integrate."

Lu Ming said faintly.

"Say, how did you merge, say, hurry up!"

The demon wind monster roared, his eyes were red, and he stared at the land.

For so many years, the old devil has tried many methods and failed to integrate successfully. This is like his heart demon.

"Tell you, you can't integrate, this requires talent."

Lu Ming spoke lightly.

He didn't make a mistake. In fact, his method may not be the only one he thinks, others can think of, but how many people can successfully integrate?

To put it bluntly, talent is needed.

He has this talent, and now it seems that Xie Nianqing also has this talent.

But the magic monster has been practicing for hundreds of years, and has not succeeded in fusion, there must be no such talent.

But the magic wind monster obviously does not believe this.

"Bullshit, what talent? Boy, don't say, today I want you to live better than you die!"

The magic wind roared.

"Old guy, do you have a problem with your head, do you think you are my opponent?"

Lu Ming shook his head and smiled.

"Look at my strongest move!"

The old wind of the magic wind roared, and the mood of wind and snow came out again.

"Too lazy to spend time with you, let you go on the road!"

There was a sneer in Lu Ming's mouth.

boom!

At the next moment, the three moods of wind, fire and thunder erupted at the same time, and turned into a spear, shining brilliantly.

The pupil of the magic wind monster is glaring bigger than the bronze bell, and in the throat, an incredible roar: "Three fusion of artistic conception!"

He could hardly bear it. He spent all his life, and the two moods were not successfully integrated, but Lu Ming, the fusion of three moods.

Moreover, the age is so young.

Is it really a talent reason?

call out!

The dazzling spear bursts through the void, and instantly appears in front of the old demon wind monster, to destroy the desolate trend and penetrate all the defenses of the old demon wind monster.

The spear pierced the heart of the magic wind monster, the magic wind monster, die!