Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 747 The Time of Crisis
The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the wind.

The originally huge fireball was compressed to only the size of a wooden barrel.

The gravel splashed and spun rapidly around the fireball. After a split second, the four energy sources of heaven and earth merged perfectly together.

"Such a fierce and domineering attack, let's call it the Tiangang fire whirlpool!" Jiang Mo said softly, looking at the rapidly spinning round fireball.

The amethyst giant fist came roaring, and Jiang Mo whispered the word "Go". That day, the vortex of fire rushed out, and the air along the way turned into pitch black, leaving a long tail of fire.

Under the watchful eyes of Wu Meng and Jiang Mo, the giant amethyst fist collided with the whirlpool of that day gang.

The moment the two attacks collided, there was an earth-shattering bang.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying fire wave swept out, and the energy ripples continued to spread, tearing away layer after layer of the stone wall in the cave.

That amethyst giant fist firmly suppressed the Tiangang fire whirlpool, trying to snuff it out, but the power contained in the latter was really too terrifying, and it exploded the purple chip inch by inch.

The two energies eroded each other, each occupying half of the sky, and directly below the collision of the two attacks, a huge crater with a radius of more than ten feet was blasted out.

Such a terrifying confrontation lasted for half a stick of incense, and the buzzing sound was still echoing in the ears of Jiang Mo and Wu Meng.

However, the figures of both of them collided into the stone wall in the cave in embarrassment. They were the closest to the center of the energy explosion, so they were affected the most.

puff!puff!
The two spat out several mouthfuls of blood one after another. Jiang Mo's upper body robe was torn into pieces by the aftermath of the escaping energy. As for Wu Meng, even though he had the cultivation base of the Seven Star Martial Ancestor, his fate was not much better. .

One of the amethyst gloves covering his hands has already been blown away, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to find in a short time.

However, his situation is much better than Jiang Mo's.

When Jiang Mo cast the four-line language spirit, he almost exhausted his energy, and was finally hit by the aftermath of the explosion. Now his bones seem to be falling apart.

"Good boy...cough cough...you can take a full blow from this sect!"

After the smoke and dust dissipated slowly, Wu Meng coughed up blood and stood up slowly, but at this time, Jiang Mo was struggling to even stand up.

After all, it is very rare for him to be able to fight like this with a seven-star Martial Ancestor.

Jiang Mo didn't pay attention to Wu Meng's words, but seized the time to recover, even though Wu Meng might not give him this chance again.

"I have to say that you are the most talented monk that this sect has ever seen in its life. But, you should never, never should have provoked Tian Mingzong, let alone the suzerain!"

Looking at Jiang Mo's listless expression, Wu Meng had already sentenced the former to death in his heart.

Even if the former is against the sky, in the face of absolute strength, he can only be beheaded.

Wu Meng had to admit in his heart that as long as Jiang Mo was given another ten years, or five years, the latter might defeat him, or even kill him.

But there are not so many ifs in the world, there is only one ending for Jiang Mo today, and that is, death!
Thinking of this, Wu Meng took a deep breath, stomped his feet on the ground, and when he rushed out, his fists were already aimed directly at Jiang Mo's head.

It was foreseeable that if this punch landed on Jiang Mo's head, no matter how strong Jiang Mo's cards were, he might not escape death.

Jiang Mo was already unable to mobilize his energy to resist the punch.

On his left hand, there was a light shining in the Zichen ring, the big yellow cat sighed and said: "It seems that I have to take action again."

The big yellow cat knows the space teleportation technique, and can indeed lead Jiang Mo out of this fatal situation.

But every time the space teleportation technique is used, the power consumed is too great. If it is not a last resort, the big yellow cat is not willing to use this technique.

"what?"

However, just as the big yellow cat's furry paws were lifted up, it suddenly let out a light snort.

Outside the cave, there were two bursts of wind, and the strong wind pressure made the surroundings faintly roll like thunder.

"Who?" At the exit of the cave, the two black-robed monks stopped him.

"Pfft, puff!"

These two black-robed monks are both Martial Emperor monks at the peak of nine stars, but at this moment, they are like paper. Only two muffled sounds came out, and the two of them fell to the ground like dead dogs. Dissipated completely.

"If the young master is injured, I will ask you to be buried with your family!"

A cold shout came, and in the next moment, a blurred figure flashed into the cave at a dizzying speed.

Wu Meng still maintained the posture of punching out, and it was too late to take it back.

The beautiful figure finally gradually became clear, and when her white palm was raised slightly, there was an ice-blue light flickering, forming an ice shield.

Seeing this scene, Wu Meng was horrified. He still didn't know that the two black-robed monks at the exit of the cave were all dead.

He shouted, "Do you dare to take care of this sect's affairs? Get lost!"

That beautiful figure just raised her hand to resist, but didn't show her cultivation, so Wu Meng just sternly stopped.

Soon, he realized that something was wrong, because the punch he punched seemed to slow down the flow of vitality in the meridians. In that situation, it was as if frozen, extremely stiff.

The cold air emitted by the girl's ice shield was so terrifying, it quickly spread to Wu Meng's arm, and in the blink of an eye, his right fist was covered with dots of frost.

Seeing this scene, Wu Meng was startled suddenly. No matter how he mobilized his vitality, his right arm seemed to be petrified, and he couldn't control it at all.

"How could this happen?" The horror in Wu Meng's heart was even worse, he gritted his teeth, raised the knife in his hand, and his right arm was cut off by him, only then did he stop the cold air that spread upward.

After stepping aside, the coolness in Wu Meng's heart was a bit worse than the chill from his arms.

The girl's strength is so terrifying that Wu Meng, who is the Seven Star Martial Ancestor, has no strength to resist.

The cold voice fell into Jiang Mo's ears, making the young man in black, who had always been calm and would not panic even in the face of a certain death situation, tremble slightly at this moment.

How familiar was that voice, even the angry shout was so kind to Jiang Mo.

At this moment, the girl turned her back to Jiang Mo, but he could still tell who the owner of this beautiful shadow belonged to.

Jiang Mo's nose soured, looking at the girl whom he hadn't seen for several years, he didn't speak for a while.

After several full breaths, Jiang Mo took a deep breath, and whispered softly with his eyes.

"Linger."

(End of this chapter)