NIP Chapter 636 Don't die?
Chapter 636 Don't die?
Chapter 636 Don't die?
Jiang Yuze was taken aback when he saw it, quickly closed the tower, and scolded Wang Maosong: "There is extremely cold wind and snow in my tower, you are a mortal body, you can't dodge or dodge, do you want to die?"
During the fight, Jiang Yuze was still worried about Wang Maosong's life.
But Wang Maosong smiled and replied: "Qi Song Ling Jinxue, Wang Maosong of the Wood Immortal Sect, please teach me your skills!"
If he and Jiang Yuze were of the same generation when he was still Song Yunzi, they were both the head of the sect, but now that he has entered the Muxian sect, he is the same generation as Wang Hongda and Jiang Yuze, and he is a junior.
Hearing what Wang Maosong said, Jiang Yuze nodded, sacrificed the pagoda again, and blew a cold air on Wang Maosong.
When the cold wind blew, hoarfrost covered Wang Maosong's body, as if he was about to be frozen into a snowman.
Jiang Yuze took the tower and observed Wang Maosong's life and death.
Wang Maosong was silent for a moment, then he pulled himself together, and all the frost and snow fell off his body.
Jiang Yuze couldn't help being surprised and surprised, took a step forward, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Here, what are you doing?"
Wang Maosong replied proudly: "Without him, he is very talented!"
Jiang Yuze nodded, took out the tower again, took another breath and flew towards Wang Maosong Shenshang, saying: "What a talent!"
Wang Maosong was frozen again, and his whole body was covered with an ice shell.
But this time, Jiang Yuze took over, flicked his hand, and pierced Wang Maosong with several ice picks.
Startled, Wang Maosong broke free, picked up the blast gun and hit himself, smashing the ice shell, and jumped up, avoiding several ice arrows.
But the tower was still floating above his head, with plenty of air-conditioning. Although it couldn't hurt him, it made his hands and feet numb and his movements stagnant. Jiang Yuze took the opportunity to shoot cold arrows, which was very dangerous.
So after Wang Maosong fell to the ground, he sacrificed another treasure, which was an oil lamp, square in shape, with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum painted on the paper lampshade, and the wick burned with a normal-looking orange-red flame.
Jiang Yuze tilted the control tower slightly again, and spit out another blizzard from the sky.
Seeing this, Wang Maosong quickly sacrificed the oil lamp, put it near his mouth, and blew hard.
The flame on the oil lamp immediately exploded into a round fireball, blown by the snowstorm, not only did not extinguish it, on the contrary, it became more vigorous, almost burning the tower.
Jiang Yuze retracted the tower, suspended above his head, smiled slightly, and thought to himself: I just blew a few cold winds before, and I didn't even cast a spell. Now let's see how powerful your oil lamp is.
Jiang Yuze looked up at the tower above his head, opened his mouth and breathed out a breath of cold air on the tower, the tower was covered with hoarfrost and icy, creaking, then the tower began to rotate, and tilted towards Wang Maosong.
A snow tornado was released from the tower, and the whirlwind was mixed with snowflakes, which stretched long and flew towards Wang Maosong.
Seeing this, Wang Maosong sacrificed the oil lamp and blew it again, raising a ball of fire in an attempt to resist the severe cold.
But Wang Maosong underestimated Jiang Yuze's magic. The whirlwind was so powerful, like a straw, that sucked the fireball in and stretched it out. The snowflakes were melted into rainwater, mixed with them, and turned into water vapor. A puff of white smoke, the flame went out .
"what?"
This was unexpected by Wang Maosong. The whirlwind still had enough strength to blow towards him, and he was covered in snow and turned into a snowman, and the oil lamp in his hand was also extinguished.
Jiang Yuze smiled, and the tower in his hand flew towards Wang Maosong's head.
Seeing this, Wang Maosong rushed out from the snowdrift, took out a flag, and waved it vigorously.
The situation changed suddenly, and a divine thunder descended and struck Jiang Yuze's tower.
With a bang and thunder, Jiang Yuze's tower shook slightly, but it was not knocked down, and he exhaled a cold air.
The flag sent by Wang Mao immediately froze and became a lump.
"what……"
Seeing this, Wang Maosong let go of his hand, and the flag fell to the ground with ice cubes.
"I lost……"
Jiang Yuze nodded, while Cai Xudong and Du Weikun happily clapped their hands and applauded: "The head master is amazing!"
Jiang Yuze looked at Wang Hongda with a smile, and said, "Now you are the only one in charge, and I have another junior. Do you still want to fight me? Even if you fight, you can't beat the two of us."
With a vague smile on his face, Wang Hongda took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Please enlighten me!"
Jiang Yuze didn't sloppy, and stretched out his hand to point, and the silhouette of a lot of snowflakes flew out of the white jade pagoda, mixed with bursts of shrill and piercing screams, attacking in Wang Hongda's direction.
Wang Hongda saw that there seemed to be a figure in the snowflakes, but he didn't dodge it, and turned his head and pointed at Wang Xuesong.
The scroll at Wang Xuesong's waist flew into Wang Hongda's hand, and the snowstorm was already in front of him. Wang Hongda raised his hand to unfold the scroll, and the silhouettes of many flowers, plants and trees flew out of the colorful auspicious light, colliding with the figures in the snowstorm. Cancel each other out.
Jiang Yuze took back the pagoda, looked at Wang Hongda in amazement, and thought: it is common for apprentices to use master's treasures, but it is rare for masters to use apprentice's treasures.
Wang Xuesong also looked puzzled, why can Wang Hongda control the hundred sketches of the world that she worked so hard to draw?
Jiang Yuze smiled slightly, and the White Jade Pagoda flew up again, and spit out a gust of wind, mixed with deadly ice spikes, towards Wang Hongda.
The strikes between the sect masters were much more vicious, and the icicles made one's scalp tingle.
Seeing this, Wang Hongda sacrificed the hundreds of sketches of Jiangshan and held flowers in his hands.
The pictures of mountains and rivers above his head bloomed with colorful and auspicious light, and the air around Wang Hongda began to rotate, and the five-colored brilliance covering Wang Hongda turned into flowers all over the sky, colorful and fragrant, rapidly rotating around Wang Hongda as the center.
The ice thorns spat out from the White Jade Pagoda struck, and the beautiful and delicate flowers were actually as fast as bullets. They spun like a juicer, jingling and crushing the countless ice cones.
All the people present were fascinated by it!
I only saw Wang Hongda in a black sportswear, ordinary, standing on the ground, but surrounded by gorgeous colors and endless flowers, it is really beautiful, like a dream, even Jiang Yuze admires it, the spell must be like this, not only strong , but also beautiful and chic!
"Good technique!"
Jiang Yuze took back the pagoda, lamented that it was a feast for the eyes, and couldn't help but applaud Wang Hongda.
"However, I'm really talented, and it's not in vain!"
Wang Hongda's spells aroused Jiang Yuze's interest. He picked up the brush and waved it at Wang Hongda.
There was a green light in Wang Hongda's eyes, and he realized that the brush had passed by, leaving a trail of cold air that lingered towards him.
So Wang Hongda stomped his feet, a green light flashed on his body, and a treasure birth clock flew out of his head.
There was a distance of five meters between Jiang Yuze and Wang Hongda, Jiang Yuze splashed ink, nothing happened between them, nothing happened, but the birth clock above Wang Hongda's head was tinkling and covered with hoarfrost.
Jiang Yuze stopped writing, looked at Wang Hongda suspiciously, and exclaimed, "You can see it?"
Wang Hongda smiled and nodded.
Wang Hongda looked calm, but Jiang Yuze was quite shocked, lowered his head, and his face was not very good-looking.
Taoist priests have dark eyes, and it is normal to be able to see ghosts, but Jiang Yuze's brush draws only a cold air. Jiang Yuze doesn't understand why Wang Hongda can see this?
(End of this chapter)