Chapter 659

The fist fell into the air, penetrated the void, and blasted on the light curtain on the other side of the platform, making the light screen tremble.

"This old man, what terrible control

Lu Ming was moved.

The old devil of the devil wind has mastered every minute and every millimetre of his power. Every time he takes a hand, he will not waste any of his strength. He is precise and precise.

"Shura, trouble!"

At this moment, everyone's heart, is this idea.

The old devil wind is too strong. It is worthy of being an old monster in this sea area for hundreds of years. No one dares to provoke him under the spirit sea.

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

"Jiulong steps on the sky!"

At this time, Lu Ming uses Jiulong's step into the sky. As soon as he steps on it, his body becomes a streamer and rises into the sky. In an instant, he avoids the attack of the old devil wind.

The old devil grabs the air with one claw and is stunned slightly. Looking up at the sky, Lu Ming is suspended in the sky.

"Unexpectedly, you still have such footwork. It's good. I don't know how your attack power is."

The old devil of the evil wind laughs.

"If you want to know, let's try it!"

Boom! Boom! At the same time, the two fists of Lu Daofeng burst out in succession.

The old devil's eyes were cold and his hands waved.

Whew! Whew! ...

a series of wind blades condense and fly to the sky and collide with the falling fist force.

The wind, the fire, scattered and swept the battle platform.

The wind blade and fist strength offset each other.

"Come again!"

Lu Ming drinks and Zhenyuan is promoted. This time, he blows out hundreds of fists in a row. The whole space is full of fist power, and the momentum is extremely terrible.

In the stands, Chen Zhao's face turns white. Lu Ming's strength now shows that he can easily defeat his elder brother Chen Dao.

In each world war, Lu Ming seems to have no upper limit, giving people a feeling of bottomless abyss, and there is no end to it.

The old devil's face was dignified.

"Kill the devil!"

A long sword appeared on the old devil's hand. At this time, his body soared to the sky, and a blue sword light suddenly flashed out.

Zizi...

the figure of the old devil wind rushed into the sky and made a harsh sound.

Whew!

Finally, the old devil broke through the range of fists and ran into the sky, standing side by side with Lu Ming.

"Now, it's my turn!"

The old devil's voice was heard, but the man had disappeared. He seemed to become a gust of wind, floating between heaven and earth.

Whoosh...

the sky is really windy. With the wind, the temperature also drops sharply. Then, snowflakes appear in the sky, and with the strong wind, they sweep away towards the land.

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

Lu Ming's eyes sparkled.

The old devil wind not only cultivates the artistic conception of wind, but also cultivates the artistic conception of snow.

The two kinds of artistic conception are the first level of perfection.

"Yes, there is. It is said that the old devil wind has understood two kinds of artistic conception, and it is true!"

"Yes, it is said that the old devil had a high spirit at that time. He wanted to understand two kinds of artistic conception, but he was stuck when he was at the top of the mountain, so he didn't break through the spirit sea. If he only understood one kind of artistic conception, he would have broken through the spirit sea."

"But there is no doubt about the power of the two kinds of artistic conception. Shura is dangerous."

In the stands, many old people are excited to talk about it.

"Ha ha, young man, die!"

In the wind and snow, the old devil's proud voice came out.

"What are you proud of? I have understood the two kinds of artistic conception, but the two kinds of artistic conception have not been integrated successfully, and the increased power is limited

Lu Ming's face is still very calm. His fists are waving and his fists are pounding out to resist the wind and snow attack.

Those snowflakes, white and crystal clear, are sharper than spirit soldiers. I'm afraid that each piece can pierce a mountain with a diameter of 100 meters.

"Integration of artistic conception, younger generation, what do you know? Do you think it's easy to integrate the two artistic conception? It's a little bit of ignorance. "

The old devil's voice was full of disdain and reproach.

"Is it difficult to integrate the two artistic conception?"

Lu Ming smiles faintly.

With the fall of Lu Ming's voice, Lu Ming's fist power suddenly changed.

There is not only the mood of fire, but also the mood of thunder.

As soon as the thunder fire artistic conception comes out, the two kinds of artistic conception perfectly merge together, which makes the power of the burst star boxing increase a lot.

Boom! Boom! ...

the vast fists directly pierced the snow all over the sky. With a scream, a figure appeared and retreated wildly."How can the perfect fusion of thunder and fire artistic conception be possible? How could it be? "

The old devil's mouth is full of blood, but he doesn't take care of it. His eyes are fixed on Lu Ming.

The whole audience was stunned.

Lu Ming also understood the two kinds of artistic conception. Moreover, the fusion was successful, while the old devil wind did not.

It is clear which is stronger or weaker.

"What's impossible? You can't integrate. It doesn't mean other people can't integrate."

Lu Ming's light way.

"Say, how do you blend in? Say, say!"

The old devil roared, his eyes were red, and he was staring at Lu Ming.

Over the years, the old devil has tried many methods, but they can't integrate successfully. This is just like his inner devil.

"I'm telling you, you can't fuse, it's a gift."

Lu Ming spoke faintly.

He is not wrong. In fact, he is not the only one who can think of his method, and others can think of it. But how many people can integrate successfully?

To put it bluntly, it needs talent.

He has this talent. Now it seems that Xie Nianqing also has this talent.

However, the old devil has been practicing for hundreds of years, but he has not integrated successfully, so he certainly does not have this talent.

But the old devil obviously didn't believe it.

"Bullshit, what talent? Boy, if you don't say it, today I want you to be worse than dead! "

The old devil roared.

"Old man, you have a problem with your head. Do you think you are my opponent?"

Lu Ming shakes her head and smiles.

"Look at my best move!"

The old devil roared, and the wind and snow filled the air again.

"I'm too lazy to dally with you. Let's see you on the road."

Lu Ming's mouth was filled with a sneer.

Boom!

The next moment, wind, fire, thunder, three kinds of artistic conception erupted at the same time, turned into a gun awn, brilliant.

Magic wind old strange pupil, simply stare bigger than the copper bell, throat, issued an incredible roar: "three kinds of artistic conception fusion!"

Lu Ming has spent his whole life fusing three kinds of artistic conception. However, he can hardly bear the fusion of three kinds of artistic conception.

What's more, they are so young.

Is it really talent?

Whew!

The bright spears pierce through the void, and appear in front of the old devil in an instant. With the power of destroying the withered and decaying, it breaks through all the defense of the old devil.

The spear pierces the heart of the old devil, the old devil, die!

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