The most difficult system to open in history

The blurry figure floating in the sky in the gorge crushed all the falling raindrops with great force, not a single drop of rain could fall on Li Zeng's body, and for Li Zeng, rain is sometimes life source.

"Seeing you in such a state of embarrassment, this seat suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Back then, your lineage of Da Luo Yushi was also a famous family in the entire land of Taixuan, but in just tens of thousands of years, it has declined to such a state.

"What's even more ridiculous is that maybe the last inheritance of your lineage will be cut off in the hands of my Fengbo clan."

After a faint but inexplicable voice sounded from Bo Tiao's mouth, the former raised his hand and made a light move towards the front. The gray wind rolled forward like a long dragon, engulfing the secret box that rolled down on the ground, and flew towards Bo Ting's figure was guarded by the wind.

In the next breath, Bo Ting's voice continued:

"But today's times are very different. There are very few bloodlines of the Da Luo Eight Immortals who were once invincible that can really stand firm."

"So you have attached yourself to the Holy One, and why have you become one of the Ten Masters of the Martial Palace?"

After Li Zeng's voice fell, Bo Ting paused and responded:

"Otherwise, in this era when the Holy Court rules the world, if you don't let go of your past glory, are you going to eat a piece of fruit and wait to go on the road like you?"

A slightly icy voice rolled out of Bo Ting's mouth, and then the former supported the former of the secret box with one hand, and pointed the other hand a little in front of him, and a gray air gun shot out directly.

At the same time, Li Zeng, who was ready to die generously, opened his mouth to the blue Dao fruit, and lightly bit it.

Although Li Zeng didn't have any teeth, this dao fruit was like a soft stream of water that melted in his mouth.

In the next breath, an incomparably rich breath of life gushed out from Li Zeng's mouth crazily, turning into a mighty torrent of life, rushing into the former's limbs and bones.

This breath of life is so strong that even the middle-aged cultivator's mouth gush out the light of substantive life visible to the naked eye, and subconsciously let out an exclamation:

"What the hell is this? It's so fierce!"

Before he could finish speaking, Bo Ting, whose eyes became more and more malicious, grasped the Gray Wind Spear in his hand, and directly raised his hand, intending to violently throw it at Li Zeng who was below.

As Zhao Yu said, Li Zeng had too many treasures on him, so much that even Bo Ting, who was the ninth among the Ten Sages of the Holy Court Martial Palace, couldn't help but leave with the secret box, but wanted to snatch it.

In fact, Bo Ting would not fail to understand the truth that Ye Changmeng has many dreams, but the irony of the development of the situation is that he said a few more words with Li Zeng because of the connection with the ancestors of the blood in his body.

A few short sentences may not add up to thirty breaths, but in many cases, there are too many things that can be changed in a matter of seconds.

A moment later, a sound of wind that sounded particularly far away suddenly resounded within the canyon.

For ordinary people, the sound of wind in Sleeping Tiger Gorge is the most normal thing, but since the appearance of Bo Tiao, the piercing roar of the wind has not stopped for a moment.

But at this time, the sudden sound of the wind made Bo Ting's movement of holding the gun pause for a moment, and then he suddenly looked to the void ahead, stretched his body, and continued to throw the gun.

"boom!"

Between the sky and the earth, a sound louder than a thunderclap resounded instantly, but the shot that tore through the void was not aimed at Li Zeng who was lying on his back, but at the end of the gorge in front of him that was rolling with thick fog.

That was the direction from which the faint wind sound came from!

The pure blood of Uncle Da Luo Feng flows in Bo Tai's body, so since he was born, the wind in the world has been in his hands, but now there is another kind of wind that has never been heard in this gorge. .

This undoubtedly made Bo Tai's heart full of strong shock!

"who?"

Bringing a thick and majestic high-pitched voice, Yu Boyu rolled out of his mouth. At the same time, the gray wind gun that shattered the void continued to move forward. The ventilated wind net cut the entire space of the canyon in front into fine powder.

With a wind gun, the void is completely shattered, and the power of the ten philosophers of the Holy Court Martial Palace is undoubtedly displayed.

But there was no relief on Bo Ting's blurred face, because the sound of the wind lingering in his ears became clearer and closer!

This wind sound is completely different from the gray hurricane roaring around Yu Botai's body. It is clear and low-pitched, just like the breeze piercing through the treetops.

The countless dense fogs shrouded in the misty mountains and seas can not only completely compress most of the monks who enter it, but even the great powers of the land gods and fairylands will be greatly affected.

After a breath, Bo Ting, who let the wind gun tear everything in front of him, suddenly raised his head, looking at the gray sky with foggy mountains and seas, and a voice came out:

"It turns out that you are above your head, supernatural power Feng Hurricane!"

Before the words were finished, the extremely violent gray hurricane, like a mighty army charging collectively, turned into a materialized tornado and soared into the sky with Bo Tai suspended in the air as the center.

At this moment, the sky was completely pierced by the hurricane, and at the same time, the law of wind poured out overwhelmingly, like a pair of hands, trying to grab and kill the strange wind hidden in the depths of the void.

In the next breath, when the entire upper and lower sides were completely filled with gray wind blades, a ray of strangeness above the void finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

A wisp of blue-gold wind.

Then Bo Ting's gray pupils dilated and shrank, because this ray of blue wind was extremely dexterous, no matter how the surrounding laws of wind encircled and suppressed it, it was still difficult to catch it.

It was a wind in a wind!

"The wind of the world, my Fengbo family controls almost all of it, who are you?"

This was Bo Ting's second question, and then the wind and hurricane magical powers tumbling around him exploded several times again, and the storm that relied on the sky and grounded continued to mercilessly strangle the blue wind that came straight like a sharp arrow.

But after an instant, the green wind suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

At the same time, a wave of incomparably obscure spatial fluctuations appeared in front of Bo Ting. The former looked down, and saw a green light suddenly appearing, surrounded by a green wind, and a slender hand stretched out from it.

Bo Ting was very familiar with such a scene, and then a steady voice resounded between heaven and earth:

"Fashion!"

Chapter 1789

For Bo Ting, walking in harmony with the wind and traveling between heaven and earth is one of the most common means.

The wind blows the world, and the speed is naturally the best in the world.

Every time during the battle, the Ninth Sage of the Holy Court would appear like a ghost, coming and going without a trace, but he never thought that one day, he would be hit by a gust of wind in front of him, and he would use the the way it's best at.

"The wind and hurricane barrier spans the world, how did you get close to this deity?"

After Bo Ting's unbelievable voice came out, the outstretched palm in the Green Wind didn't stop at all, and continued to move forward.

At the same time, on this slender palm, a particularly ancient breath of wind lingered on it, even forcing the gray gale around Bo Tai's body back.

"court death!"

The howling that came out of Bo Ting's mouth was full of strong evil intentions, and then he raised his hand and stretched out, and also blasted directly at the palm that was slapped in front of him. The extremely sharp whistling sound pierced the eardrum.

In a short while, two hands surrounded by different winds approached rapidly, and the center of the entire world seemed to have moved directly into this narrow square inch.

Everything under heaven and earth has two sides, and wind is no exception.

The gray wind lingering in Yu Bozhen's hands is tyrannical, violent, tearing everything apart, and contains the most ferocious side of the wind, while the green wind lingering on the outstretched right hand in front of the former is calm and soothing. And extremely old.

This fight belongs to the wind and the wind!

The big piece of gas is called wind.

The nature of the wind is violently flowing air, so before the two palms clashed, the void inside was instantly shattered into chaos.

Compared with the palm stretched out in the Green Wind, Bo Ting's grasping hand is undoubtedly much larger, and then starting with his body, the world of the desert hurricane becomes extremely clear, and at the same time the speed of the grasping, Directly several times faster.

The overhaul of the ten philosophers of the Holy Court Martial Palace has so much experience in fighting. With a simple move, he suppressed first and then raised, so that his right hand appeared first beside the wrist of Xu Qing, the windrunner.

"No matter where you come from, the wind that is not controlled by my Bofeng clan must be obliterated!"

After finishing speaking, Bo Ting shook hands, intending to directly press the slender wrist in front of him, but the next moment, the former's eyes moved, and he blurted out:

"how can that be!"

At the same time, Bo Ting's gaze suddenly began to fluctuate violently, because Qingfeng's hand, which was obviously under his palm, disappeared instantly without warning.

This very sure grasp is like catching the ethereal and illusory wind, and it lands in an empty place, and this matter is so inconceivable to Bo Tiao, because he is the wind himself.

"Sometimes the wind can't catch the wind."

In the next breath, the cold and steady voice continued to sound, and then the evil intent in Bo Tai's eyes became more serious, turning his grasp into a fist, and he was shocked violently.

"Windquake!"

"Boom!"

The void oscillated violently in an instant, and every time it oscillated, a circle of black wind visible to the naked eye would appear, splitting outwards, leaving behind fragments of the void where it passed.

The particularly ear-piercing crackling sound continued endlessly, and under the incomparably exquisite control of the top overhaul, the power of the supernatural power was controlled within a hair's breadth and completely exploded.

Under the bombardment of such world's top magical powers, it is already difficult to describe in words the devastating blow to this narrow space.

However, in Bo Yan's evil eyes, the solemn look did not dissipate in the slightest. As the wind ring cut outward, the green wind and the figure in the wind were directly disillusioned and shattered.

Wind is invisible!

At the same time, the blue-gold wind in the depths of the void appeared again, but the place where it appeared was on the side of Bo Tai.

Then another hand stretched out in the wind, grabbing forward, and this time, the target of this hand was the secret rune box held by Bo Tai's left hand!

"Dare to touch the treasure of my holy court, death is not a pity!"

Before he finished speaking, Bo Yan's body shook again, and a circle of cutting wind blades with infinite sharpness poured out directly, but the speed of the hand reaching for the secret box of runes suddenly soared countless times, directly in front of the wind shock. The moment before the wind blade slashed out, it appeared beside the secret box.

In the fight between the two Daxiu, it wasn't just that Bo Yan would suppress first and then raise, the owner of this white hand also knew this way.

Moments later, the fourth voice from the depths of the void, belonging to the visitor, sounded directly:

"Ancient Forbidden Ability Binding Strike."

After finishing speaking, in the depths of the void, a touch of green-gold light flashed across layers of space in an instant, and inside this green-gold light was an arrow.

This arrow didn't contain any sharpness or supernatural power, it was so ordinary that it was like a ray of sunlight shining down, and even Boba's body protection rules that lingered outside his body didn't even make a defense on his own.

After a while, the bound arrow bombarded Bo Yan's body like a teleportation, without the slightest burst of supernatural power, this arrow without any lethality directly turned into wisps of ancient wind, and rushed outward Spreading, instantly wrapped the former into a rice dumpling.

But what is frightening is that this wisp of ancient wind directly cut off all the sense of law between Boba and heaven and earth, and imprisoned him in place.

At the same time, the slender Rou Yi who appeared in the wind directly grasped the secret rune box held by Bo Yan, and then pulled it back.

"Fuck!"

A sound of paper being torn, magnified countless times, suddenly resounded throughout the world, and then Bo Yan's eyes were completely filled with a dark gray storm in an instant, and he raised his head to the sky and let out an earth-shattering roar:

"Damn you!"

Accompanied by this violent roar, Bo Yan's originally blurred body exploded outwards, and a statue of Feng Bo Dao, which was completely composed of a storm, emerged in an instant from behind.

Moments later, Uncle Feng suddenly opened his eyes of the storm, and after staring at the eyes containing the power of infinite chaos, the bound wild wind wrapped around Bo Yan's body shattered inch by inch.

In the next moment, Bo Yan firmly grasped the secret box of runes with one hand, and raised his other hand to make a fist.

At the same time, the statue of Feng Bodao behind Bo Yan also clenched his fist, and all the wind in the surrounding world was instantly condensed to form a fist of storm that covered the sky and the sun, hanging mightily over the canyon. over the ridge.

"Chong Biao, Dang Yue!"

The deafening roar of the wind shook the void, and Bo Tiao, together with the earth-shattering Feng Bo Taoist statue behind him, began to punch the front.

A moment later, under Bo Tai's fist, the infinite black wind rushed out, smashing the void completely, and then the black wind condensed into a huge giant mouth of the dog, biting down towards the front.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the towering canyons on both sides began to collapse under the infinitely violent wind, like a bamboo pole that had been cut off!

Chapter 1790 Shredding the Secret Box

When a top overhaul at the level of the ten philosophers of the Holy Court Wugong unreservedly pours out his infinite power, no matter where it is, even in the mysterious foggy mountains and seas, it will definitely be a destructive battle. disaster.

Especially after he released his Taoist image real body!

Feng Bo's real body, rushing to Biao Dangyue, the Hurricane Tengu, with its fangs and huge mouth biting into pieces the cloudy mountains and gorge that depended on the sky and grounded.

Such a violent power caused all the people who witnessed it to change color.

The real body of the Taoist statue is one of the signs that the gods of the land of the land have completely entered the heyday of fighting. The real body is the real Da Luo Fengbo.

A moment later, countless hurricanes condensed behind Bo Tiao, and in the shadow of Feng Bo standing in the sky, a particularly magnificent and ancient will soared into the sky, and accompanied by the pouring out of this will, the entire gorge vibrated endlessly. It was completely flattened as if wiped by a big hand.

At the same time, a slender figure surrounded by countless blue winds was directly revealed in the depths of the void. This figure was shrouded in a large robe, and wisps of extremely ancient wind turned into pale wind sparrows, spreading their wings and soaring.

In the next breath, Feng Bo's will continued to boil, and even the ear-piercing sound of the wind formed a passionate roar:

"The ancient wind, belong to this immortal!"

Feng Bo, the head of the Eight Great Immortals in ancient times, was in charge of the wind in the world, and when a ray of ancient wind that he had never seen before appeared in front of him, he instinctively wanted to make him submit.

But in the next breath, the wind sparrow lingering around the slender figure seemed to have never heard of it, and even spread its wings and let out a sharp roar towards the front, and then turned into streams of arrows, blasting towards Bo Ting, who continued to erupt like a volcano in front of him .

"Presumptuous, as the wind, dare to challenge Uncle Feng?"

The sound of roaring and howling continued to roll out of Bo Tiao's mouth, and then the statue of Feng Bo Dao behind the former raised his heavy fist again, and continued to blast that punch that smashed the mountain.

Another huge and ferocious storm dog rushed out of the void. Every fang in its huge mouth was condensed by the most violent hurricane in the world. Facing the black-robed figure forced out by Feng Bo's will , Bite down.

"boom!"