THE SWORDSMAN OF FIRE AND ICE
SUKMA DEPOSITOR RHYTHM
From both palms of the grandfather appeared a thin white smog, which enveloped up to his lower arm.
The grandfather with a half-squatting motion pushed both of his palms forward.
A streak of red light shot out from both of his hands was directly aimed towards Fei Yang.
Fei Yang did not find that grandfather would launch any moves.
In addition to a simple thrust, the one charged within was uniquely powerful and contained intense heat energy.
Fei Yang with a simple gesture, also pushed his pair of palms forward.
A beam of blue energy shot forward welcoming the red light released by the grandfather.
"Cesss,..!"
The two energies met in the air, making a sound like ice cubes were hit by hot water.
Cold steam instantly filled the battle arena.
The grandfather while laughing happily, strengthened his palm thrust.
The blue light was slightly pushed back by the urging of the blue light.
Fei Yang calmly added a little more to his strength, he continuously followed and offset the grandfather's compressive power.
Until Fei Yang felt that the grandfather had reached the maximum point, from the crown of his head began to be seen emitting thin smoke.
Fei Yang added to his strength and said,
"Go,..!"
Fei Yang's thrust made the grandfather bounce backwards, with the body shrouded in a thin fog of ice.
But it only lasted a short while, with a single stomp all the thin ice fog vanished without a trace.
"Good young man,.."
"Your power is extraordinary, it seems that your energy is not from this age.."
Let's play the game again, the grandfather turned into a white smog disappearing from his position.
There was only a red light fluttering towards Fei Yang from behind the white smog.
His entire stance and movements were covered by a white mist.
So Fei Yang could not guess his movements at all.
Fei Yang moved lightly dodging the grandfather's attack with a magical move.
So that the rays of light just milling around his body.
At first glance the beam was almost always willing to hit Fei Yang, but in reality, none of the rays were able to touch Fei Yang's body.
Fei Yang silently studied the movement pattern of the fog, although his stance and movements were not visible, but the movement pattern was still there.
In an instant Fei Yang already knew the direction of the grandfather's movement pattern.
Among them there was no hostility.So Fei Yang did not have the intention to finish his life or severely injure him.
Origin could cripple him, and make him unable to continue the resistance, that alone was enough Fei Yang thought.
After successfully finding his movement pattern, Fei Yang played the two moves of the book without a match.
With the universe's first formless streak, Fei Yang locked onto the movement of the smog.
After being locked a beam of light appeared from the sky, that was the 9th level of the sky lightning bolt, the fifth step of the book without a match.
"Twoarrr,..!"
The skinny little grandfather's body was flattened, bouncing out from behind the white smog that enveloped his entire body.
The grandfather fell curled up on the ground with his entire body in a small electric blanket.
Grandfather was like a person shivering in the cold, his body did not stop shaking, from his mouth and ear hole came out smoke.
Without caring about the defeated grandfather, Fei Yang now turned his head towards the rest of his opponents who were left with one man.
"You're the last one to go,.."
the four people who said themselves were one of the top five.
According to Fei Yang's observations, none of them, deserved to make them in line with the devotion of the temple monk Potala.
Fortunately the party did not come, in case of a clash with them, Fei Yang was sure this mountain would be difficult to avoid the calamity of destruction.
The man holding the jade flute did not move to attack Fei Yang.
With a calm movement he put a flute in his hands to his lips.
As soon as it sounded a soft tone chant came out from the distilled hole in his hand.
Fei Yang suddenly felt his feelings carried away by the chant of the tone, Fei Yang suddenly felt very sad to want to cry as it would be.
One by one miserable events appeared before his eyes.
Starting from the day of his departure, he had to separate from his parents and grandmother who loved him very much.
Until he was stabbed by his own cousin, who was one of his playmates from childhood.
Fei Yang also recalled his farewell with his teacher Yi Han Tao Se, as well as Xue Lian and lastly his matter with Wei Wen.
Unknowingly Fei Yang had already lost all his strength, he fell to his knees on the ground, sobbing like a child,.
Fei Yang used both of his palms to cover his own tear-soaked face.
Fei Yang's little heart repeatedly whispered to him, all this coming was very unnatural.
He must be able to control himself, detaching himself from the influence of that music.
But the more he tried to break away, the more pitiful the tone sounded.
His feelings became increasingly depressed, difficult to control.
How Fei Yang tried to keep him difficult to escape from the influence of that flute sound.
Huang Lao Xie's distilled voice is not an arbitrary musical sound.
It was the Voice of the Sukma Bettor, which possessed a high level of magical power.
This science was once a mainstay of a magic swordsman 7 800 years ago.
This science has long been lost from circulation is not expected to be in the hands of this eastern grandfather.
Fei Yang had underestimated the opponent so much that he had to fall into position now.
He did not expect this opponent, managed to find a weak point in his feelings, which was a lot of feelings of regret and guilt.
Not only Fei Yang everyone who was there all cried out, no one missed.
That tone slowly the land began to direct Fei Yang to annihilate his own knowledge.
Fei Yang's small consciousness was trying to put up a fight, to not follow that untrue order.
But the more Fei Yang's small awareness of resisting the pressure of the sound coming was getting stronger.
"Murghhhhh,..!!"
fei Yang shouted with all his might, while holding his head, feeling extremely pained and tormented.
Although Fei Yang's voice contained great Chi, but still he could not remove the influence of the flute.
At the critical moment, where Fei Yang had already started to raise his hand to immobilize himself.
Suddenly there was a soft whisper in Fei Yang's ear,
"Sister Who is aware, do not be affected,.."
"Sister must not be affected, empty your mind."
Use the latest power control techniques from the universe, combined with Qian Kun Im Yang Sen Kung.."
"Try to fight it,.uhuk,.uhuk,..!"
After completing the sound of whispers that are getting weaker, then closed with a cough.