Heaven Awakening Path

Dew-water ice, condensation into ice, but water cannot be created by emptiness, and water sources are fundamental to the effect of this alien energy.

No environment is more conducive to open water ice than at this moment. Heavy rain, endless sources of water, endless.

Zong Zhenghao just caught a hand of ice, very casually abandoned by him, he has such wasted capital.

He reallocated his hands and the mist formed on his hand.

The raindrops fell and struck him in the palm of his hand, turning into large and small ice beads when splashed.

Zong Zhenghao kept this position motionless, but the spilled ice beads seemed to fly towards the road as if he had eyes.

Some fly fast, some fly slow, some hide behind, some fly accidentally collide with each other. Zung Zhenghao didn't even go under careful control, there was a storm in the sky to back it up, do you still care about these details? The dense ice beads, like a silver dragon, fly straight to the road level.

“Death!” Zong Zhenghao said with confidence and certainty.

“Who?” Lu Ping answered with confusion and confusion.

Step forward, wave!

The fist passes through the rain, the rain falls, falls on the hands, wrists, makes a ticking sound, the fist breaks open, and there is a sharp squeal.

This voice!

Zong Zhenghao sanpo penetrates, one of which is the songpo, the perception of songpo is naturally more acute. He quickly perceived the sound of Luping's fist. It's not a punch, it's a lot of punches, arms, wrists, vibrating constantly at very fast, very subtle amplitudes, like the vibration propagation of sound.

Sound Soul Through!

Absolute resonance runs through, and only through the border can such a degree of use be made of it. From one to six heavens of perceived realm, the strength of the spiritual strength is mostly to strengthen the basic qualities of the original vision, hearing and so on of the fixer.

So far, Zong Zhenghao finally had a little information on the road, but soon afterwards, a louder voice came along.

Ice beads shattered.

It's like a punch on countless fists, and I don't know how many ice beads broke in this instant. The voices that come together like this rain drips down and down, continuously.

Sound continues, in transmission, in diffusion, breaking new ice beads!

Zong Zhenghao color change.

You know, every ice bead that breaks is one sound, even if it's time, and the two sounds sound together, it's still two sounds. What speed does Lupin pour the sound into almost every broken sound in the moment?

Zong Zhenghao finally really understood the horror of Luping.

Speed!

It is not the speed of any movement that ordinary people see, Zong Zhenghao senses the speed inherent in the road level, the speed at which the power of spirituality operates. This is the ultimate reason for Lupin's external performance, including listening ability.

How is this possible at this speed?

Not only is Zong Zhenghao certain that he can't do it himself, but in his cognition, no one can ever do it.

What kind of monster is this Lupin?

The attack did not stop, but at this time, Zhenghao only suspected that the rain was not big enough, only that the raindrops that fell on his palm were not large enough, not dense enough. Compared to the hypervelocity perfusion of the road, the rain was really too slow, too slow, so that his attack could not keep pace with the speed of being broken by the road.

The silver dragon from which the ice beads are remitted is shortening, and the road level and his distance are closing.

Zong Zhenghao had long since not moved as steadily as before, but only then the rain popped them into ice. His hands danced fast, drawing maximum rain from the sky and creating maximum intensity of offense.

But not enough, not enough at all. He dared not do anything at all to this extent. His attack still failed to suppress the road level. The ice beads he had struck were still completely broken.

Faster, faster!

Zong Zhenghao jumped up, and the water flowers he stomped on his feet were harvested by him desperately. The chief inspector of the Hall Supervisory Board, at all times steady and silent Zhenghao Zhenghao, was finally forced to this point, he danced like a clown, only for the sake of the water in the sky and underground he could score a few extra points.

Although the ritual is ugly, it really works, and the water flowers stepped on the ground greatly enhance the power of dewy ice, and the silver dragon that the ice beads converge into becomes brighter.

But for Lupin, the strongest feeling is the noise, which is really too noisy.

He has been judging Zong Zhenghao's attack with audibility, without audibility, and his attack cannot be so precise by speed alone.

But Zongzhenghao's attacks are uninterrupted, large number, Luping's listening spirit has been in a very strenuous state, it has not been able to make a full judgement, but it has been resisted by probably all of them. But now he needs to analyze the power of discernment more, just for a moment, Lupin feels that his mind has completely messed up, so many powerful flowing voices, ringing together, makes his head feel a tingle.

He can no longer distinguish every voice and can no longer distinguish the coming of any power.

Zong Zhenghao did not know Luping's ability to listen, but his attack was peculiar, but he crushed Luping's listening.

With bright ice beads flying in front of us, the path and speed that could have been clearly judged was completely lost at this moment.

I can't tell. That's the only way to punch.

Luping raised his hand and waved his fist. Unable to judge the opponent, can only do the ultimate. He was not able to sustain himself for a long time because of his minor injuries, and this is what happened.

Lu Ping punched, a mind punched. But the audible spirit did not stop, and the audible spirit was the only pure power he could get, the most powerful. But the way he gets it is the rhythm he learns from cloud flushing, and this rhythm naturally produces audible effects...

Still listening, but Lupin's mind was no longer on those voices, his heart had only this punch, decided to succeed and defeat, decided that he and Su Tang would live and die.

As long as he hasn't fallen, he will never give up hope of survival!

Fist!

Boxing wind.

Luping is a few steps away from Zong Zhenghao, this punch wants to hit Zong Zhenghao, at least he has to get close to these steps.

Face to face is which silver dragon like a flying ice bead. Luping rushed forward, his fist hit the air, the rain, and finally hit the silver dragon-like ice bead.

Ice beads broken!

However, it is limited to the part hit by the fist, but it starts with the fist end as if it were a ray, the ice beads are crushing, the rain falling into it is crushing, even the air is crushing.

what is this

Zong Zhenghao stared wide-eyed, and he saw that the broken bead was instantly connected to his hands as if someone had suddenly drawn a line, a broken line, faster than the one he had shot.

The ice beads are broken, the rain drops are broken and the air is broken.

The connection was connected to Zong Zhenghao's hands, and his hands were also broken.

This is not the end point. Broken and spread along Jong-ho's hands to his arms, shoulders, up to his head. Jong-ho's hair was suddenly broken countless times and scattered in the wind and rain. Down to his feet, the rain around his feet suddenly caused a lap of ripples, swinging evenly around, followed by a "click” sound, the ripples were destroyed, and the slab on which Jong-ho stepped under his feet had been cracked like a cobweb.

“Soul of Sound?” The ice beads flying out of the hands of Zong Zhenghao have stopped, his eyes stared straight at the road level, the only thing that can be confirmed is the power of the spiritual power that spreads through the road, is the sound of the spiritual spirit.

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Going away again...............