As soon as Feng Tianwu made a move, all his 'original power' and 'artistic conception' exploded without any reservation.

Duan Lingtian stood where he was, motionless as a mountain.

Seeing that the flames transformed by Feng Tianwu were about to sweep toward him, wisps of milky white flames finally appeared on his body... It was the burning Yuan Power.

Not only that, there seemed to be wisps of cyan Qi between Yuanli, filled with a strange aura.

The artistic conception of wind!

"Tian Wu, take my finger!"

As soon as Duan Lingtian finished speaking, his right hand flew out like lightning, as if he had divine help.

Wind and thunder finger!

As soon as a finger was pointed out, a thorn whistle sounded.

The condensed Yuan Li finger strength flew out from Duan Lingtian's fingertips, entwined with the deep blue aura, and met Feng Tianwu who was rushing towards him.

Snap!

As Yuan Li's fingers hit Feng Tianwu, a soft sound suddenly sounded.

Feng Tianwu's figure froze, and the flaming palm prints accompanying her were instantly shattered.

However, one part of Yuanli Zhijin was also consumed.

"The artistic conception of the eight layers of wind!"

Feng Tianwu exclaimed, and at the same time, her figure moved again, sweeping to the side like a flame, barely able to get past Duan Lingtian's unabated Yuanli finger strength.

The Yuanli finger flew out, and finally sank into the ground like a piece of wood and disappeared.

call!

Duan Lingtian stood on the spot, calmly retracted his hand, and remained motionless.

The attack just now did not even make Duan Lingtian's robes shake even a little bit...

"Entering the eighth level of the virtual realm?"

Looking at the phantoms of the nineteen ancient horned dragons above Duan Lingtian's head, Feng Tianwu had a look of shock on his face.

With her progress over the past few years, she felt that she had become a 'pervert'.

And a large part of the reason why she has made such progress is because she is the owner of the 'Fire Spirit Body'.

But what about Duan Lingtian?

Duan Lingtian is not an innate spirit, but an extremely ordinary warrior.

"Brother Duan, you are so awesome."

Feng Tianwu couldn't help but marvel.

"Tianwu, do you want to continue?"

Duan Lingtian asked with a smile.

"No."

Feng Tianwu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Brother Duan, if you had said earlier that you had broken through to the 'Eighth Level of Entering the Void Realm' and understood the 'Eighth Level of the Illusion of Wind', I would not have competed with you."

If she had known about Duan Lingtian's cultivation, why would she have sent him to his door to find him?

Entering the eighth level of the virtual realm?

Duan Lingtian couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

It seems that he deliberately concealed his cultivation, but this girl Tianwu didn't find out.

You must know that he is not an 'Eighth Level Warrior of Entering the Void Realm', but a 'Ninth Level Entering the Void Realm Warrior'.

As for the artistic conception of wind, it just broke through to the ‘eighth level’ yesterday.

"Boy Lingtian, you really hide it well."

At this time, Feng Wudao, who was sitting in the pavilion, stood up, walked out of the pavilion slowly, and looked at Duan Lingtian up and down, with a look of amazement on his face.

When the young man in purple in front of him met for the first time, he felt that he was extraordinary.

"Perhaps, that prophecy is indeed true...otherwise, why would Wu'er have met him?"

Feng Wudao's heart moved.

At this moment, he was even more convinced.
Chapter completed!