The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 144 Flame Soul vs. Thunder Magic
There were many young talents from various sects and families at the scene, and their ages were similar to Qin Ye.

If you ask who is the most uncomfortable to watch, it is undoubtedly them.

Envy, jealousy, and an imbalance in the heart.

They are the same age, so why is there such a big gap between them? He can even arm wrestle with the old master. The seniors in the circle are also very afraid of him. He can shock the crowd with just one word.

This is the scene they only dream of.
They stared intently at the blood-colored vortex produced by the collision of the blood beast in the field, secretly hoping that the old Taoist priest could withstand the blow safely and turn defeat into victory.

Human nature is so complex, envy and hatred are often revealed in subtle comparisons.

Unlike them, those elderly people, such as Lu Jin, were shocked by the power of the blood beast, but they did not think that this one blow could defeat the old master.

After all, Lei Fa has not appeared yet.

In the field, a blood-colored vortex several feet high was surging endlessly. The blood inside it was as black and thick as pulp. Suddenly, a golden light appeared, just like a destructive crack torn in the night, and a figure flew out. It was Zhang Zhiwei.

At this moment, the golden light around him was no longer as brilliant as before. It was like the faint light of a candle destroyed by a storm, and was about to collapse.

The originally condensed golden light now looked like pieces of broken gold foil, in a mess.

Although this attack did not do anything to him, it completely destroyed the golden light that protected his body.

"My friend, that's a good trick."

Zhang Zhiwei raised his palm and looked at the dilapidated golden light on it, and couldn't help but praise it.

Except for the artillery battlefields in his early years, his golden light had never been damaged to such an extent. The transformation of his blood and energy was truly extraordinary.

After the battle started, Qin Ye didn't like to talk until he stepped on the enemy. He raised his sword and shook it slightly, then rushed out again like a gust of wind.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei stepped on the ground with one foot, and a golden light spread rapidly around him like a tide, centered on the sole of his foot, just like a layer of extremely smooth oil was spread on the ground.

Qin Ye, who was running fast, felt like he stepped on a piece of soap. His feet slipped and his body lost balance in an instant, and he fell forward uncontrollably.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, supported himself on the ground with one hand, and pushed his arm hard. His body drew a neat arc in the air and landed steadily.

Boom kaka——

Qin Ye had just landed and had not yet made any move when he saw a dazzling bolt of lightning in the sky, like a giant dragon with bared fangs and claws, swooping down from the sky.

The thunder was as thick as a millstone, extremely powerful and terrifying. Wherever it passed, the air was distorted, emitting bursts of sharp hissing. Before it even reached the body, people felt dry and hot, their hair stood up, and waves of tingling came from the skin!
It was not until this moment that the old Taoist priest really took action. In the past, when he killed the Quan Xing demon in public, the thunder he caused was not of such a terrifying momentum and scale.

This attack was by no means a test, he really had the intention to kill, he wanted to kill Qin Ye with this thunder!

How fast does lightning strike?
Generally speaking, blink of an eye.

In fact, it can reach 4×10 meters per second, which is a terrifying speed that mortals cannot reach.

Not to mention that there was a layer of slippery golden light under his feet, making it difficult to run fast, even if there was no such light, it would be difficult for Qin Ye to dodge it.

The only way to avoid this kind of lightning is to predict it.

Or if someone kills him, he can stack a BUFF and enter a rampage state.

But unfortunately, neither of these two conditions are met now, so there is only one last solution left.

Hard top!

As soon as this thought came to mind, the thunder that fell from the sky suddenly fell on Qin Ye with a force of ten thousand pounds.

His body trembled violently, and in an instant, a strange feeling rose from his limbs and bones, like numbness and pain, as if thousands of fine needles were piercing his skin.

Oddly enough, this feeling did not make him feel uncomfortable. Instead, between the pain and numbness, he felt a different kind of comfort, with a hint of an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Although the pain was not felt much, the damage to the body was real. Large areas of skin were burned by lightning and fire, becoming charred and mottled. The water in the body was lost in large quantities like a flood bursting a dam. The meridians were ravaged by thunder, feeling extremely hot and dry.

There was also an incomparably powerful force, like a heavy mountain pressing down on his head, pressing hard against his spine, trying to pin him to the ground.

Qin Ye pursed his lips tightly, his eyes gleaming with deep brilliance. He stood with his legs apart, steady as a pine tree, firmly rooted in the earth. Even the strongest thunder could not shake him in the slightest.

Although the thunder is fierce, it is not powerful enough to kill him!
In an instant, the atmosphere around him suddenly changed, and the air seemed to be ravaged and distorted by an invisible hand.

Deep red flames rose up from Qin Ye's body like surging waves. His flaming red hair swayed in the wind, and his shirt turned to ashes, revealing his dark and deep body. The traces of damage caused by thunder were restored to their original state in an instant as the magma-like fluid under his body surface squirmed.

The long sword in his hand was also red at this moment. As he swung it upwards, all the fire power was condensed and collided with the thunder with a loud bang.

In an instant, flames engulfed thunder and the sky darkened.

The terrifying power of the thunderbolt was shattered by this blade, transforming into countless tiny flashes of lightning that scattered like fireflies. This sudden sight stunned the onlookers, their eyes filled with shock and terror!
A single sword breaks the thunder, and movies and TV series reflect reality?
And what about that flaming body? Even from a distance, they could sense the immense and violent power.

Regardless of what others thought, Qin Ye did not stop for a moment after shattering the thunder, and stomped his foot hard on the ground.

There was a sound of "crack", and cracks spread like spider silk. The golden road on the ground was like colored glass, which was shattered by his foot and disappeared in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Ye threw Qianren into the air, flames surged around him, his body violently moved, and he turned into a flaming meteor and rushed out.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes fixed, and he quickly raised his right hand. Several dazzling white arcs flickered in his palm, and shot out with a loud bang!

Faced with the fierce palm thunder, Qin Ye had no intention of retreating or avoiding it.

He raised his left palm to protect in front of him, and rushed forward bravely against the flashing and roaring lightning. His speed did not slow down, but became even faster. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Zhang Zhiwei.

Immediately, he yanked his left palm to the side, forcibly deflecting the lightning, and then his right fist, filled with violent energy, blasted out fiercely!
Faced with such a ferocious punch, even a top-notch warrior like Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

In an instant, endless thunder condensed on his right palm, forming a brilliant white area like plasma, dazzling and harsh.

As soon as the fists and palms collided, a tremendous impact burst out. The deafening roar and the sharp sound like the cry of a fierce bird were intertwined, spreading to the surroundings like a rolling bell.

Flames and lightning spread across the sky like unbridled beasts.

The scarlet flames rolled like a dragon, dancing violently, while the brilliant white lightning danced wildly like a silver snake, crisscrossing fiercely. The two occupied each side and launched a fierce confrontation in the space.

Neither side gave in, but in the end the power of fire was more violent and fierce. The ferocious dragon roared and bit the silver snake, devouring it and dominating this world!

As the master of the Silver Snake, Zhang Zhiwei's body shook violently, and he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, his feet plowing a deep, charred mark on the ground.

This scene once again shocked everyone present, and an uproar broke out.

In a head-on confrontation, the old Taoist priest was defeated!
Although this scene was beyond everyone's expectations, it was actually reasonable.

The main feature of rune flame is ferocity and violence. It may be inferior to thunder magic in Taoism and Xuan, but in terms of power, it is superior!
Zhang Zhiwei, who was defeated, also showed a look of surprise. Although this collision did not hurt his foundation, it still made his blood surge.

However, before he could figure out the secret of the other party's flaming body, countless broken blades shot down from the sky like a torrential rain, and the sound of breaking through the air was endless.

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand casually, and countless lightning arcs shaped like small swords shot out, heading towards the flying broken blades.

Unexpectedly, these broken blades seemed to have their own consciousness. They avoided the thunder sword and shot towards him in circles.

Zhang Zhiwei was no longer surprised by Qin Ye's endless tricks. He saw a golden light suddenly appear on his body, turning into a sky-covering curtain that enveloped the sky above his head.

Such a vast area is impossible for the Broken Blade to bypass or penetrate.

However, the Broken Blade was originally Qin Ye's feint attack, and he had never intended to use this method to defeat the old Taoist priest.

At the moment when Zhang Zhiwei cast the golden curtain, Qin Ye had already flashed behind him like a ghost. Fire was swirling around him, and he kicked with great power, leaving an afterimage and heading straight for his head.

Zhang Zhiwei seemed to have been prepared. He turned around quickly the moment Qin Ye kicked out. Golden light suddenly burst out, and thunder shone brightly. The double protection instantly met this fierce attack.

bang——

The place where they collided was like a bomb exploding, sending out a ball of brilliant fire. Zhang Zhiwei seemed to be hit by a dump truck, and he flew backwards like an arrow.

But it must be said that Zhang Zhiwei's life force is indeed very strong. He took two fierce attacks from Qin Ye who was in the Flame Soul state and remained unscathed. This is the first time so far.

Zhou Sheng could only rely on Feng Hou Qimen's mysterious magic to fight against Qin Ye in the Flame Soul state.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were deep in thought, and he raised his sword fingers in the air. Then his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, stopped flying backwards, and fell steadily to the ground.

The moment he landed, Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand and slapped it down into the air.

Boom!

Another bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket fell from the sky, striking directly towards Qin Ye who was charging towards him again.

However, this time he was prepared. Qin Ye changed his position the moment the other party waved his hand. Although the lightning was fast, it only struck his side, creating a deep pit.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei's expression did not change, but his hands moved faster and faster until afterimages were flying.

What followed was what seemed like a heavenly calamity.

Thunder all over the sky!

(End of this chapter)