Meng Zhao raised his head and looked at the solid demon bull on the ring. It was completely black, covered in thick armor like dragon scales, and had knotted muscles. The two horns pointed upward like two long bent knives. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it was Niu Dali. It is hard to believe that the martial arts image is made of true energy and blood.
Su Can, a man of few words, suddenly had an astonishing look in his eyes, nodded and said,
"Having already approached the realm of the divine form, I am not without the strength to give it a try."
At this time, there were numerous people around the ring, who had actually sentenced Niu Dali to death in their hearts. After all, Ji Chang's momentum was too great. Dark clouds covered the world, pulling the generated divine thunder and manipulating the power of nature. , to a certain extent, he has accomplished a feat that even a master warrior may not be able to accomplish.
However, a small number of people hold different views, such as Meng Zhao and others.
It is undeniable that Ji Chang's skill exceeded everyone's expectations. Even Meng Zhao, who boasted of his superb skills and superb eyesight, did not expect that he had such a mysterious method and exquisite means to use the power of the formation to guide the generation of thunder.
However, tricks are tricks after all. The thunder energy of Tianyin Divine Thunder is cold and cold, and it is a type of Yin thunder. The divine thunder condensed by the residual thunder energy is still unable to compare with the real natural thunder. This is one of the reasons.
Secondly, the power of the great formation he borrowed was scattered and disorderly, and the quantity was very small. The quantity and quality of the divine thunder that was generated were inevitably insufficient, which gave him a way out in a desperate situation.
Let's talk about Niu Dali. His martial arts skills have approached the level of gods, and his power is extremely powerful. With his physical cultivation and strong energy, it is possible to block the divine thunder.
The moment Su Can's words fell, Ji Chang's face turned red in the corner of the arena, and his body was covered in black arcs of electricity, making a crackling sound. He raised the soft sword infused with thunder energy and pointed in the direction of Niu Dali.
"Thunder comes!"
A thunder shook the sky and the earth, and everyone inside and outside the arena was covered by the echoes of the thunder. Everyone's ears were numbed by the thunder, and they felt faintly deaf.
The dark clouds above everyone's heads kept rolling and surging, and even whipped up strong winds out of thin air. Fiery thunder snakes flashed across the sky, causing everyone to scream.
There was a loud bang, and a huge thunder column as thick as a bucket, with blue and white flames, fell from the sky at a very fast speed. During the landing process, it directly ignited the dust in the air, and the sizzling sound of wear and burning was drowned out by the huge sound. The roar was buried, but the fire splashing everywhere burned more and more vigorously.
At this time, Niu Dali had completely transformed into a huge demonic bull. At the moment when the thunder pillar landed, gray-white light and marble texture appeared on the muscular body. He swung his four hooves and used the bull demonic move. Flicking his tail, a white light burst out.
The thunder pillar collided with this light, and suddenly it was like a volcano hitting the earth. In a very short time, a spherical energy shield was formed, one blue and one white, constantly stretching and squeezing.
Not long after, after this terrifying energy shield expanded to its limit, it exploded with a bang, rolling up countless electric rays of energy in all directions, both in the sky and on the ground. A random wisp of it was comparable to a full blow from an innate warrior. The acquired martial artist simply cannot resist it.
Fortunately, this arena was specially built and cast for innate warriors. What's even more rare is that it is covered with the power of the Immortal Palace's great formation. Before the aftermath broke out, the power of the great formation guided from the arena had already been activated, making this The arena space is isolated from the outside world. No matter how great the destructive force is, it cannot spread outside the arena. Only then can the hundreds of people watching the day after tomorrow be safe and sound.
Not only that, if it were an ordinary arena, faced with such a powerful impact, it would have collapsed and become ruins. However, this large arena is still as bright as before, and there is not even a small hole to be found, which shows its hardness. texture.
Of course, no one cares about how the arena is. What everyone cares about is this earth-shattering collision and who has the last laugh.
Whether it was Niu Dali's terrifying and powerful martial arts appearance, which was like the rebirth of a demonic bull, or Ji Chang's words, the power of controlling thunder like a thunder god, all opened the eyes of the onlookers.
This can even be said to be an extremely high-quality innate match. It is no less exciting than the battle between Meng Zhao and Yang Cai that day, or even more so.
Especially Ji Chang, in terms of pure strength, he can never compete with Niu Dali. However, through various ingenious calculations and his own unique martial arts, he can cleverly borrow the power of the formation to generate thunder and force Niu Dali. Vigorously demonstrates the breadth and depth of martial arts and makes people mesmerized.
What is martial arts?
There are thousands of people and thousands of things, and the knowledge is as vast as the abyss. Even the powerful gods and demons throughout the ages are unable to enumerate all the mysteries.
This is also one of the reasons that attracts countless martial arts enthusiasts to pursue it diligently. Exploring the mysteries and opening up new fields is definitely a great achievement for martial artists.
At this time, the onlookers, even those who had not had any transactions or gains from the Demon Guild in the past few days, could not help but have the thought that this trip was definitely worth it.
Not to mention anything else, the martial arts secrets displayed by Niu Dali and Ji Chang were enough for them to study hard.
Of course, outside opinions and ideas have no influence on Niu Dali and Ji Chang at this time.
The earth-shattering collision just now, with howling ghosts and ghosts, was not easy for either of them.
Ji Chang's palm holding the sword was now extremely red, swollen and covered with bloodshot eyes, as if his internal meridians had been severely traumatized. Blood was also flowing out of the corners of his mouth. The number of arcs outside his body was greatly reduced, and his aura was even weaker.
He seems to be guiding the thunder out of thin air, but in fact he is under great pressure. The power of the divine thunder is naturally infinite, but the backlash is also extremely severe, heavier than the simple Tianyin divine thunder.
If the soft sword in his hand had not been used as a converter to greatly weaken the damage caused by the thunder to his body, he would have been blown to pieces after using that move.
Niu Dali also felt uncomfortable. At this time, a scar the size of a bowl appeared on his bare chest. The skin above was burned by the thunder fire, blackened and withered. Fortunately, it was just the epidermis and did not penetrate into the flesh and blood. Otherwise, he might have disappeared at this time. The ability to fight.
His breathing became more rapid, beads of sweat rolled down his face, and his breath was just like Ji Chang's, much weaker.
It was obvious that resisting this blow took a lot of energy and energy from him.
Judging from the results, it seems that both sides suffer losses, and Ji Chang's performance can be better, after all, there are no such obvious injuries.
However, strong players like Meng Zhao already felt that the outcome of this battle was determined, and the winner was naturally Niu Dali, not Ji Chang.
The reason is also very simple. One has given his best and is still going downhill. The other has some reservations. Although his condition is not good, he definitely has the ability to fight for a long time.
In this way, it is naturally clear who wins and who loses.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
