"Your magical power is vulnerable to a single blow!" Ji Bochang's eyes became increasingly hot, and there seemed to be golden water flowing in his eyes. As soon as he landed, he released his strength and kicked Zhao Wuyang hard with a high whip. He was no longer protected. forehead.
"Zi..."
The moment Ji Bochang's kick hit Zhao Wuyan, it hit the thunder. The thunder exploded, and the violent force swept him away three feet away.
Zhao Wujiang's figure appeared not far away, with a steady breath and a calm expression. His left hand was wrapped in silvery white, as if there was mercury flowing, and his right hand was as black as ink and extremely smooth.
The Five Thunders of Taoism.
The thunder ball he cast before was just one of the five thunders.
What he has gathered in his hands now is the divine thunder and the land mine, two of the five thunders.
The divine thunder is responsible for killing, while the earthly thunder produces all things.
Derived from the "Shangqing Yufu Five Thunder Dharma Yushu Lingwen".
Ever since Zhao Wujiang obtained Zhang Lindao's Taoist insights and talisman insights before his emergence, and he had read "Tao Zang" before, he unknowingly became familiar with various techniques of the Taoist sect's human sect.
Even if he wants to learn, he can learn the methods of Tianzong and Earthly Sect.
He liked this kind of borrowing the power of heaven and earth without losing his own power.
"Zhao Wuhuang, you really surprised me. I thought you were only slightly intruding on the Taoist arts, but now it seems that you are intruding quite a bit." Ji Bo often breathed rhythmically:
"I am becoming more and more curious about your life experience with Zhao Wuliang."
Zhao Wujiang stood quietly, his left hand dripping silvery white liquid, and his right hand also dripped liquid like ink stains.
In the blink of an eye, it was like stepping on a Yin-Yang diagram under his feet.
His breathing rhythm also coincided with Ji Bo's.
The next moment, he stretched out his right hand and touched it gently in front of his eyes. The space in front of him was like a drop of ink dripped into the water, and ripples quickly spread out.
Ji Bochang's figure was knocked out of the ripples, and the offensive was weakened a lot.
Zhao Wujiang grabbed Ji Bochang's fist with his left hand, and the silver-white divine thunder climbed up their arms.
"boom!"
Thunder has sound, thunder has light.
The light of thunder exploded between the two, separating them again.
Ji Bochang couldn't help but take a few steps back, his expression became serious, and he slowly exhaled.
Zhao Wujiang's expression became increasingly calm, and he slowly exhaled, exactly the same as Ji Bochang's breathing rhythm.
Ji Bo often rubbed his wrists, and the golden light in his eyes seemed to be overflowing, flowing out from the corners of his eyes, like golden wrinkles on his cheeks.
He took another breath and said in a deep voice:
"Zhao Wuyan, when you finally ran out of strength, your spiritual energy was exhausted and you couldn't perform any Taoist magic. Why did you face me at that time?"
Zhao Wujiang didn't answer, and he took another breath.
He still had many cards to play and was not in a hurry.
And he also knew that Ji Bochang also had a trump card that he had yet to reveal.
Now, he is just stalling for time and taking the opportunity to learn from his master.
Ji Bochang has already used the Immortal Body.
Zhao Wujiang was imitating Ji Bochang's breathing rhythm. Through the breathing rhythm, he could infer the intensity of cultivation that needed to be mobilized to perform the immortal body and the trend of the meridians of these cultivations in the body's limbs and bones.
And in his opinion, although Ji Bochang's immortal body was powerful, it was also full of flaws.
Based on his mastery of the indestructible power of the Vajra, he already had a way to crack it.
If he hadn't wanted to play a long game to catch the big fish now, he would have broken through Ji Bochang's immortal body.
"Zhao Wuhuang, why don't you say anything?" Uncle Ji saw Zhao Wuhuang and took another breath after him, his eyebrows became more solemn. Zhao Wuhuang's silence made him even more uncertain about Zhao Wuhuang's truth.
He didn't like the feeling that he was the only one shouting and his opponents were indifferent.
Zhao Wujiang smiled indifferently, stretched out his left hand towards Ji Bochang, and bent the four fingers, as if to say:
"Come on, beat me to death!"
