God level funny comparison system

Zhang Long has been observing Mengque, and the more he looks at it, the more strange he feels.

Judging by age, Meng Que is about the same as his father, but his cultivation base is so tyrannical. Although it is normal for those with outstanding talents to practice fast, Zhang Long does not think that Meng Que's talent is so high. According to his current performance, Entering the psychic stage in middle age, this kind of talent is shocking enough, but he has been here for so long, and he has never heard of Mo protector or anyone approving of his talent.

Moreover, every time Meng Que makes a move, the burst of energy does not look as pure as his grandfather Zhang Lei's, but its power is comparable to Zhang Lei's energy, which is even more puzzling.

Mo Hufa once said that Meng Que was practicing an extremely evil method, and he was on the verge of going mad. Could it be because of this method?

But Zhang Long couldn't see anything strange about the energy emanating from Meng Que. It was as pure as the rest of the Tianmo sect disciples. However, there seemed to be some invisible power hidden in that energy. He can compete with Zhang Lei.

What's more, his attainments in piano art are even more terrifying than his cultivation base, and he can use a long sword to play powerful sound waves to hurt people.

This is not a joke. With Zhang Long's current strength, he can't even reach such a height. A warrior can be a soldier, but the piano art is another story. To play a powerful piano sound with a long sword, you must first have an extremely Strong and precise mental power, so that you can know the strength and material of each part of the whole sword body, and then you can easily find out which part can emit more powerful sound waves with energy bombs, and you also need a powerful sword. Mental power controls the trajectory of the long sword shaking...

It can be said that Meng Que's simple flick just now proved that he has extraordinary spiritual power.

Zhang Long took a light breath, Mengque's performance made him think of the Dark God Sect involuntarily.

Although he has never seen a master of the Dark God Sect, but in Liu Yueqing's room, Zhang Long had seen the moves of the master of the Dark God Sect. It was the coffee table. Zhang Long clearly remembered that a corner of the coffee table was cut off Going down, the incision is flat and smooth, as if it fell off naturally, not injured by some kind of weapon or energy.

No matter what kind of weapon it is, how sharp it is, the thing that is cut will leave traces at the incision, and the same is true for energy, because whether it is body energy or pure physical energy, it contains extremely powerful violent factors. In the things that have passed, these violent factors will explode towards the inside of the thing, and then leave visible tiny explosion traces.

However, the cut corner of the tea table in Liu Yueqing's room was too smooth to show the slightest trace of injury. Based on Zhang Long's experience, if he wanted to make such an incision, he would have to put his mind to it. The force condenses the power enough to hurt people.

Only invisible spiritual power can produce this effect. This strange power is similar to the condensed piano sound, but it is more terrifying than the piano sound. It is definitely a murderous and invisible existence.

If it wasn't for the Zhijian system, Zhang Long wouldn't have dared to imagine such a phenomenon. How can anyone condense spiritual power into a murderous weapon?
Not scientific.

But Shi Zhijian once said that when the mental power is strong enough, and through repeated practice, you can practice extraordinary control, you can concentrate your mental power and reach the level of actually hurting people.

And to achieve this step, it is undoubtedly more difficult than climbing to the sky, but the Mengque in front of him...

"Damn it! It's the Dark God's Gate!" Suddenly, Zhang Long's mind flashed, and he thought of the scars on Mo Yuncang's body. No wonder he thought those scars were familiar at first. They turned out to be the same as the incision on the coffee table in Liu Yueqing's room There is no trace to follow, it is actually a mental injury.

Zhang Long squinted his eyes and suddenly realized that Mo Yuncang said that Meng Que had colluded with outsiders to seriously injure Zhang Lei. It seems that the person who colluded with him should be someone from the Dark God Sect.

Things got a bit serious, Zhang Long looked around and made sure that there were no people from the Dark God Sect on the mountain peaks in all directions, so he was a little relieved.

I have to say, this Dark God Sect is too fucking weird.

"Young master, you should avoid it first!" At this moment, the voice of Protector Mo came, interrupting Zhang Long's thoughts.

When Meng Que swung away Zhang Lei and rushed up, he was blocked by Protector Mo, but it was only a few seconds before Protector Mo showed defeat.

"Traitor, get out!" Meng Que's long hair exploded in a mess like a lion, and his red eyes suddenly stared at Mo Hufa.

"Uh..." Protector Mo vomited blood!
Immediately, the long sword in Meng Que's hand swung out, and a silver-white sword light pushed the air, and slammed heavily at Guardian Mo.

"Crack!" Protector Mo didn't have time to fight back, he just raised his sword to block it in front of his chest, and the sword glow hit his long sword, bursting out a large piece of silvery white brilliance.

For a moment, everyone watching below gasped in unison, and even Zhang Lei frowned, not knowing how Protector Mo was injured.

Zhang Long could also see clearly that just now Meng Que just stared at Mo Hufa, and Mo Hufa vomited blood. However, it would not hurt Protector Mo, who was also in the psychic stage.

Zhang Long has been able to confirm that this guy Meng Que must have learned the evil art of the Dark God Sect, so he has such spiritual power.

Swing away Protector Mo, Meng Que flew towards Zhang Long's direction again, and in an instant, his figure flew up to the sky on the second floor of the mountain like a huge bat, suspended in the air, level with Zhang Long, not far away Tens of meters away.

"Stinky boy, you should be scared now!" With a sinister smile on his lips, Meng Que snarled, and his resonant voice resounded throughout the valley.

"I'm afraid of your sister, act like I'm frightening you, take it!" With his sword eyebrows raised, Zhang Long also shouted angrily. After speaking, he stretched out both hands and plucked the Tianmoqin.

"Ding……"

"Shh!"

Mie Xin's sad tone came, and above Zhang Long's head, densely packed transparent sword shapes emerged, and immediately flew out in the direction of Meng Que.

Countless people down the mountain stared at Zhang Long in horror, but they did not expect Zhang Long to have such a piano skill.

Zhang Leiyi and the others did not intend to help Zhang Long. They knew Zhang Long's strength, and they might be injured by Zhang Long's piano sound if they went up to fight Mengque at this moment.

"Wow Kaka! Brother Long, you are so awesome... My admiration for you is like a torrent of water..." Shen Qian, who was curled up in the corner of the Xinyi Hall at the foot of the mountain, stood up and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Brother Long, come on!"

"Senior Brother Long, when you win, let's eat braised pork together!"

"Senior Brother Long will win!"

Numerous scumbags from Xinyitang shouted, and Ma Han was stunned for a while, thinking to himself, how funny is everywhere.

Staring at the sky-filled sword flying towards him, Meng Que also showed a look of shock in his eyes, and laughed again: "No wonder you are so courageous, you have some skills!"

After finishing speaking, he swung the long sword in his hand, and immediately set off a sky full of sword light.

The rumbling explosions became one piece, and the silver-white sword light almost tightly wrapped Mengque in it, and saw that countless transparent sword shapes collided with the sword lights around Mengque, and exploded again and again. The light scattered, and the transparent sword shape cut through the void, flying around with the sound of whizzing wind, the night was bright, and the wind was raging.

The sound of Mie Xin's piano continued with a touch of sadness, while the shape of the sword continued to charge towards Meng Que endlessly, wave after wave, the entire sky was filled with sword lights and sword shadows.

"The rock has no heart, because it is neither happy nor sad, and the world is not benevolent, so it has no beginning and no end, and the heart is never extinguished, so there will be endless tears."

"The heart is immortal, and the rain hides the feelings. After thousands of calamities, there is no power to return to heaven."

"Tears are endless, lovesickness is useless, sinking into a dream for a lifetime, without regretting the original intention."

"If the heart is extinguished, the rain will be as clear as the sun. If you walk on the thorny road, you will not be hurt or hurt."

"The tears are gone, the thread of sorrow is cocooned, and the fate of half a life is sealed, and it will not change."

"Just, why kill the heart?"

The artistic conception of Miexin spread out in everyone's hearts, people's eyes began to move, and there was a blur of watery light, and the tune of the piano was constantly changing with this artistic conception, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes low, sometimes high, until into a monstrous rage.

"Roar..." The howling roar of ghosts and gods sounded into the sky, and a sky-reaching giant burst out of the void, holding a sky-reaching long sword, and slashed heavily towards Mengque.

Meng Que was suspended in the air, motionless, easily resisting the bombardment of the vast sword shape, but at this moment, the dense sword shape suddenly stopped, and a strong wind pressure hit from the top of the head.

Meng Que appeared, looked up, his fierce eyes narrowed suddenly, and his eyes trembled again.

"Drink..." He became angry from embarrassment, and shouted angrily, his figure advanced instead of retreating, a circle of silvery white light burst out from his body, and he was actually holding the long sword and heading straight for the giant sword that fell in the air.

The majestic head of the Tianmo sect was forced by a kid to be unable to save anything, and now seeing Zhang Long perform such an earth-shattering zither move, how could he not be angry?
In Zhang Long's hands, Mie Xin's qin tunes came out densely, with overwhelming prestige, while a pair of star eyes looked up at Mengque in the sky.

At the same time, everyone below also looked at Mengque, feeling uneasy in their hearts, wondering how capable Mengque was, and dared to go straight to the giant sword.

"Zheng..."

In the blink of an eye, the giant sword approached Meng Que's seemingly insignificant figure, and at this moment, Meng Que's body suddenly burst into a thick layer of silver-white brilliance. Something was distorted, and it looked as thick as glass, as if there was an invisible layer wrapped around it.

At the same time, holding the sword in both hands, he slashed towards the giant sword above his head with all his strength, and the silvery white sword glow shot out, wider and sharper than before, also like glass, surrounded by a thick layer of invisible force.

It's mental power!

Zhang Longning raised his eyebrows, the sword in Meng Que's hand was also huge, and there was a thick layer of transparent power on top of the twin peaks, which was obviously due to a layer of spiritual power attached to it.

Sure enough, the spiritual power can be condensed into substance, and this product has an ulterior relationship with the Dark God Sect.