Invincibility starts from the swallowing of time and space

Chapter 147 Who is the Chosen One
"Another idiot like an iron ion, whoever wants to compete with you is more genius, what I want is your head, and... supernatural powers!" Lu Ming cursed in his heart, and stopped talking at this moment.

As soon as the hand formula changed, Wu Daoying's avatar had already turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place, swarming and killing.

Tornado!
The white-haired boy hung in the air, his body surged with spiritual power, and a huge tornado circled around him, swallowing the five shadow clones into the tornado, making it difficult for them to break free.

"Explode!" Lu Ming made a decisive decision, and with a move of his mind, he urged Wu Daoying's avatar to explode.

boom!
The white-haired boy's face changed slightly, he didn't expect his opponent to be so decisive, to use his ultimate move so quickly, and blew himself up as a shadow clone.He knows this spell, once the shadow clone is self-destructed, although the destructive power is amazing, it will consume a lot of spiritual power and cannot last.

The white-haired boy reacted extremely quickly, stepped on the breeze decisively, retreated, and cut off the connection with the wind tornado.Even so, the spiritual power in his body was still surging, and he was slightly injured.

The wind tornado couldn't bear the impact of the five shadow clones at all, and it was completely shattered. The violent spiritual power still remained, and continued to rush towards the white-haired boy.

"This is seventh-rank spiritual power, aren't you sixth-rank?!" The white-haired boy endured the discomfort, only to realize that although Lu Ming's spiritual power is thick and boundless, it is indeed seventh-rank power, which is comparable to sixth-rank supernatural power. There is an essential gap in the strength of the opponents.

Before, he thought it was his own illusion, but he was not sure until he got in touch with it that the Dark Night Envoy in front of him was only in the seventh rank.

But how is this possible?How can a seventh-rank level master become a sixth-level perfect wind and shadow storm spell? Even if a heavenly genius can really cultivate to perfection, how can he have enough spiritual power to cast it?
"It's enough to clean you up." Lu Ming snorted coldly, thousands of wind blades suddenly descended from the sky, and slashed at the white-haired boy, covering the sky and the sun, murderous everywhere.

Lu Ming also wanted to approach the opponent directly with teleportation, and then defeat the enemy with one move.But the body-protecting spiritual power surging around the white-haired boy is very strong, it may be difficult to unleash the power of the split air slash, instead it will reveal the real killing move and make the opponent vigilant.

There is only one chance, and Lu Ming must use it at the most certain critical moment.

Facing the sky full of wind blades, the white-haired boy didn't even care to think about what was wrong with Lu Ming's body. He changed his tactics continuously, and a round wind shield appeared immediately, protecting his whole body and blocking all the wind blades out.

This wind shield is more mysterious than the wind tornado. While resisting the wind blades, it can also use ingenuity to bounce back a large number of wind blades and attack Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's figure was ethereal and swift, avoiding all the wind blades, and at the same time expending time and space power again, condensing one after another wind shadow clones, under the cover of the sky-filled wind blades, they counterattacked the white-haired boy.

At the same time, chains of wind spirits shot out across the sky, surrounding the white-haired boy in all directions, gradually compressing inwards, reducing the opponent's room for maneuvering.

"Come again!" The white-haired boy was both shocked and angry. What surprised him was that Lu Ming, a seventh-rank supernatural powersman, had an endless supply of spiritual power, and what was angry was that Lu Ming even suppressed him, a sixth-rank supernatural power, without any fear. The meaning of convergence.

With this in mind, the white-haired boy stopped saving his spiritual power, and waved his hands in circles in the air. Suddenly, strong winds rose up, and whirlwinds came out of his body, sweeping towards the clone of Fengying.

At the same time, the white-haired boy flicked his robe sleeves, and the Wind Wheel Slash, which had been gathering momentum for a long time, also shot out. The wind blades that were more solid and sharp than Lu Ming immediately swept all directions, cutting chains into the air.

"Your spiritual power is not as good as mine, and your wind control is not as good as mine. Even if you have perfect spells, you can't help me at all." The white-haired boy took the initiative to take the initiative and gained the upper hand. After a little relief, he was not polite. typical.

Indeed, as far as Yufeng Divine Ability is concerned, Lu Ming is in the third level of early stage, and the other party's magical power is likely to have completed the fourth level. Coupled with the difference in the essence of spiritual power, even if it is the same spell, the power is different. .

But Lu Ming didn't talk to him at all, he just cast the Wind Control spell all at once, of course he knew the gap between himself and the white-haired boy.However, this is not the point, the point is that he has a way to kill this person, and that is enough.

"I don't want to kill An Ye's people, so don't force me." The white-haired boy frowned. He could block all of Lu Ming's spells, but he didn't really want to kill Lu Ming.

He knew the rules of the Dark Night Department, and there was still room for escape if they offered a reward, but if they killed the Dark Night people, they would really die endlessly, and more Dark Night Angels would rush over.At that time, it will not be as simple as the Bronze Night Envoy.

"Forget it, there's nothing to compete with a seventh-grade supernatural powersman, although he is considered the pride of heaven." The white-haired boy thought of retreating, and his two brothers should have gone far away, so there is no need to continue to procrastinate.

Thinking of this, the white-haired boy chose a different direction from Ye Sanxiao and the two, stepped on a gust of wind, and walked through the air, his speed was nearly twice as fast as Lu Ming's speed of controlling the wind.

It's just that the white-haired boy had just escaped the self-detonation force of a Fengying clone, and when he was about to ride the wind and go away, he suddenly felt a warning sign.

The clouds floating in the mid-air in front of him unexpectedly converged and rolled at this moment, turning into huge cloud palms one after another, slapping him one after another.

"This is... the supernatural power to summon clouds?!" The white-haired boy was taken aback. He turned around and saw that Lu Ming had already caught up with him, flanking and outflanking him with Fanyun's palm print.

"You're actually a double supernatural power!" The white-haired boy said incredulously as he swung his sleeves to sweep out hurricanes and disperse the palm prints of Fanyun.

From the surging aura on Fanyun's palm print, he could tell that it was indeed from Lu Ming's hand.But the white-haired boy never imagined that he would meet a double-supernatural being who is unique in a thousand.

"Are all the people in the dark night so talented?" At this moment, the white-haired boy understood that his talent was indeed not as good as this junior.

It can be seen that the Dark Night Envoy in front of him is definitely not very old.In the dark night, there will not be a bronze night emissary who is more than one year old.

"It's a pity to kill such a proud man, but...he does have a sense of accomplishment." Seeing Lu Ming pursue him, the white-haired boy felt jealous again, and immediately stopped restraining himself, full of murderous intent.

"If this is the case, it will be over. I have spent so long with you." Sensing the other party's murderous intent, Lu Ming was not surprised but happy. He just wanted to force this person to attack with all his strength, so that he could exhaust the other party's spiritual power and give him Create your own opportunities to teleport a knife.

"I'll show you the power of the real sixth-grade wind and shadow storm spell!" The white-haired boy secretly shouted in his heart, and the hand formula changed again, and solid shadow clones walked out of his body, disappeared in place in the blink of an eye, and rushed to the next moment. Lu Ming's side.

"It's now!" Lu Ming's eyes brightened, and he felt that when the white-haired boy was casting this tyrannical spell, there was a moment of weakness.

(End of this chapter)