My sister is the daughter of destiny

For Lu Ziqi and Ye Tianchen who were at the perfect level of Dao Yuan Realm, the benefits that this punch could bring to them were obvious. There was a faint Dao rhythm flowing around their bodies, and they were obviously trying to circulate their own Dao to verify with Lu Ningfeng's punch.

As for the others, even if they did not reach the perfection of Dao Yuan Realm, they also gained a lot.

When Lu Ningfeng delivered this punch, he did not hide his weakness at all and displayed his understanding of this punch in front of them. Everyone present was a child of destiny with extraordinary talent. If they could not gain anything from this, then all their luck would be wasted.

As for Nangong Xinghuo, he saw a deeper level.

After he broke through the perfection level of Dao Yuan Realm, he referred to his memory to deduce a lower-level spiritual skill of the Venerable Rank. Although he had mastered it long ago in his memory, that was after he broke through the Venerable Realm. It took him a lot of effort to master it at the Dao Yuan Realm level.

However, when he saw Lu Ningfeng's punch just now, he was also shocked.

If Lu Ningfeng had shattered the space just now, that would have been normal, but he retracted all his strength just before shattering the space, and his own aura was not disordered at all. It was obvious that he had reached the point where he could control his strength freely and smoothly.

How long has it been? Less than half a year, has it already reached this point?

【What a monster. 】

Nangong Xinghuo pondered in his heart, but he was delighted.

Just as Lu Ningfeng was willing to guide everyone, he also hoped that everyone would become as strong as possible. In the war between the Tianlan Realm and the alien races, they would eventually become the main force in the future!

Everyone was silent in the state of enlightenment for a long time, and many of them had spiritual energy surging around them.

The cup of enlightenment tea I had before just played a role in giving a little impetus.

This enlightenment session took more than an hour before everyone finally woke up.

As expected, Lu Ziqi and Ye Tianchen, who had reached the peak of Dao Yuan Realm, were the last to wake up, with mixed feelings between their brows.

Obviously, everyone gained something.

But not much.

After all, Lu Ningfeng's master is of the fire attribute, and he used the close combat skill [Dragon Breaking Fist], so there was not much for them to refer to.

Lu Ziqi might have gained more, but his foundation was much weaker than that of the old man Ye Tianchen.

Ye Tianchen was once a powerful saint, but he changed his way to the great Dao, and all his previous experiences were of no use to him.

Therefore, both of them are still stuck at the bottleneck.

Lu Ziqi and the other man steadied their breath and retracted the Taoist aura around them, and did not seem to be anxious at all.

This kind of thing cannot be rushed.

"Next," Lu Ningfeng looked at Xiaoxue with a smile. The latter pouted her red lips slightly, obviously not liking being watched. He didn't force it. He stretched out his hand and a stream of light shot out from Xiaoxue's sea of ​​consciousness and flew towards Lu Ningfeng.

The Yin-Yang Sword fell into Lu Ningfeng's hands, making a cheerful buzzing sound.

The supreme Taoist weapon is full of spirituality, which is undoubtedly revealed.

Lu Ningfeng glanced around and looked at a low mountain not far away.

Everyone made way, came to Lu Ningfeng's side, and watched quietly.

Lu Ningfeng held the sword in one hand and put the other hand behind his back. He looked calm and his spiritual power began to surge and converge towards the sword.

At this moment, he has become the absolute focus of everyone's attention.

Suddenly——

A flash of silver light appeared, which was somewhat dazzling.

When Lu Ningfeng raised the long sword in his hand, the people around him suddenly felt goose bumps all over their bodies, as if they were about to have their throats cut open by the long sword in the next moment.

The long sword was still held in Lu Ningfeng's hand, but it seemed to have turned into endless sword shadows, lingering around Lu Ningfeng.

"Gentlemen, look again!"

Lu Ningfeng spoke lightly, put his left hand behind his back, raised the sword in his right hand, and took a step forward.

Like a stone falling into a quiet pond.

Ripples gently rose.

The echo was like a thunder that tore through all the peace.

A gentle whirlwind rose from Lu Ningfeng's feet, slowly rising and becoming larger and larger.

Step one, the wind rises.

There was no sadness or joy in Lu Ningfeng's eyes, and his wrist turned lightly.

The long sword hummed, as if talking to the wind, and was about to bloom with the most brilliant light here.

The second step is Yuncong.

Sparks suddenly floated around Lu Ze, and then turned into a blazing fire that covered the sword. The wind that had been caused before turned into a fire tornado that was big enough to sweep across the sky and earth.

This scene gave everyone a strong visual impact.

The Tao rhyme and spiritual power of Lu Ningfeng were clearly revealed in every step, and everyone could see it clearly.

The next moment, Lu Ningfeng held the sword upside down and went straight into the sky like climbing the clouds and chasing the moon.

The raging flames covered the sky, and the fire tornado became a backdrop.

Everyone only saw countless red sword energies shredding the dark clouds and falling down.

Like clouds, like rain, like light.

It flows vastly from east to west and from back to front, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky.

The thunder is suppressed and surges endlessly.

Those were truly ten thousand swords, cutting through the sky, passing through tornadoes, brushing past low mountains, carrying with them a breath that could burn the sky...

Finally, the lightness returned to his left hand. He put two fingers together and gently brushed the sword to wipe away the remaining sparks.

Just like a landscape painted with one stroke, the world returned to peace.

The strong winds, tornadoes, and blazing flames seemed to have never appeared.

Except for the low mountain that was carved into a stone sculpture.

lifelike.

[Imperial Spirit Sword? Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin]

The long sword turned into a stream of light and returned to Lu Ningxue's sea of ​​consciousness.

Lu Ningfeng turned around and came in front of the crowd.

As expected, everyone fell into enlightenment again.

Compared with the previous [Dragon Breaking Fist·Inch Stop], this time's [Spirit Controlling Sword·Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin] is obviously more inclined towards the attack of sword moves and the power of the Tao.

For example, Yang Kai who carried a big sword, Ye Tianchen who was good at using a spear, Kong Yining who mainly relied on the power of the Tao, and others all made considerable gains.

The Avenue of Flame, corresponding to Xiao Yaner's Avenue, benefited her greatly.

Except for some stupid ball.

Lu Ningfeng and the others often gave Snowball special treatment. Snowball especially liked to use [Imperial Spirit Sword? Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin] because this move could completely destroy those ugly alien races.

Therefore, when Lu Ningfeng used this move, Snowball didn't feel much.

"Brother Feng, it looks like you're carving me, right?"

Stupid ball rubbed Lu Ningfeng with his head and looked not far away.

Where the low hill originally stood, there was now only a stone sculpture standing quietly.

It can be said to be a stone sculpture, but that’s not entirely true.

Under the scorching flames, the surface of the stone sculpture has become a nearly vitrified crystal, which looks magnificent.

Looking at the whole picture, it is the image of a snowball with its head held high and chest puffed out, proud and complacent.

"It's you, it's you, how is it? Aren't you handsome?"

Lu Ningfeng rubbed Snowball's head with a smile.

"That's right, this ball is the cutest snowball!"

Snowball grinned with satisfaction, and held his head high, looking proud and complacent.

It is exactly the same as the stone sculpture.

Nangong Xinghuo opened his mouth.

Suddenly I felt a little regretful for being so rude just now and wanted to show off my spiritual skills.

[I've given you what you can do, right? You've just mastered the transformation of the noble spiritual skill and you want to show off, right? You really deserve it. 】

Nangong Xinghuo felt a little bitter in his heart.

Why can't you let go and compete with these two guys?

commit a sin.

Look at Lu Ningfeng's sword. His control over power is perfect, even better than the ability to control it freely. He has cut the stone mountain into a statue.

[Really... a pervert. 】

After everyone woke up from their state of enlightenment, they couldn't help but brag to Lu Ningfeng and his wife.

Everyone’s realm is similar, and they can all see the value of Lu Ningfeng’s sword.

In particular, they all knew very well that when Lu Ningfeng displayed a certain ability, the beautiful girl standing quietly beside him could always display the same ability, or even slightly better.

Then everyone turned their eyes to Nangong Xinghuo, the meaning was self-evident.

Lu Ningfeng was also somewhat expectant, wondering what kind of treasure this guy who traveled back from the future could take out.

Nangong Xinghuo actually felt a little uneasy for a moment.

"Ning Feng, have you tried the puppet?"

Nangong Xinghuo quickly adjusted his mindset and then asked.

"Have."

Lu Ningfeng's eyes lit up. It was obvious that Nangong Xinghuo was about to use a killing move.

He immediately called Lao Liu, and not long after, the latter came in a hurry with ten black human-shaped targets.

"This is the highest level of black iron human puppet, which can withstand a blow from a strong person in the early stage of the Venerable Realm. Are ten of them enough?"

"That's enough. One is enough."

Nangong Xinghuo smiled slightly, then walked to a black iron puppet and exhaled lightly.

Everyone held their breath and watched carefully. Lu Ningfeng was no exception and looked especially carefully.

Nangong Xinghuo is a master of fire attribute. By demonstrating fire attribute skills and applying them to other similar situations, he might gain a lot.

A gust of hot wind blew over, and everyone felt that Nangong Xinghuo seemed to have turned into a fireball. In the blink of an eye, the latter did not change at all.

However, the air between everyone and Nangong Xinghuo was visibly distorted.

A touch of extreme red suddenly appeared, and it seemed like an inconspicuous flame, dancing in the palm of Nangong Xinghuo.

However, the moment the flame appeared, everyone present felt their scalps tingling. Such an inconspicuous flame brought them a sense of fatal threat.

Even Lu Ningfeng and Xiaoxue's eyes narrowed slightly, and the brother and sister began to think about coping strategies at the same time.

This is a subconscious behavior.

They tried to deduce in their minds how they should deal with this move.

Nangong Xinghuo gently patted a black iron puppet in front of him with his left hand, and the latter was immediately patted away, turning into a black stream of light that shot towards the sky.

Then, he solemnly pushed the bright red spot on the palm of his right hand gently in the direction where the black iron puppet was flying.

It was as if a red thread cut through the air, leaving a mark that lasted for a long time.

Everyone had good eyesight and could see that the inconspicuous red flame turned into a flaming meteor, which caught up with the Black Iron Human Puppet in an instant and went straight into the Black Iron Human Puppet's body.

The next moment, a shock wave came from the sky, and a red flame lotus exploded around the black iron human puppet, turning into a red storm that wrapped up the black iron human puppet.

The black iron human puppet that was able to withstand a blow from a Venerable Realm master was actually melted into molten iron under the red storm.

"It would be nice to take a little red furnace snow and scatter it as a night lamp for the world."

"Lower level spiritual skill of the Venerable rank [Heavenly Fire Attraction? Red Furnace Shining on the Snow]."

"Everyone, please taste it."

Nangong Xinghuo put his left hand behind his back, quietly watching the red storm gradually dissipating in the distance, his tone indifferent.

If one ignores the slightly trembling right hand under his sleeve, in the blind spot of everyone's vision, Nangong Xinghuo at this moment can be said to be elegant and dignified.