"Is this the true form of the Gui family [Nine Layers of Palm]..." Looking at the blood-red palm prints coming through the air, Ying Lang's expression became a little solemn and he quickly flew away.
Buzz…
The blood-red palm prints made a strange buzzing sound, and they grew in the wind, turning into hills, tearing the air, and heading towards Yinglang.
"Damn it, there's no way out." Ying Lang stomped to a stop, gritted his teeth, and raised a fist to his waist.
With such a distance, there is no way to prepare for "Qianqiu Zongheng".
In this way, the only thing left that can be used to block this move is...
"Open the sky with one force, fight the demon and destroy the immortal!" Ying Lang roared angrily, and the billowing demonic energy roared along several special meridians on his right arm, forming a fierce fist.
But just when the fist was about to rush out of Ying Lang's right fist, he suddenly punched back, sealing all the power in the fist.
"It's not enough. This kind of power is not enough!"
Ying Lang clenched his fist tightly, and a violent fist rushed through his meridians. Some of the energy even tore the meridians open and squeezed into his flesh and blood. It felt as if his right arm had been torn apart a thousand times in an instant.
The Demon-Destroying Immortal Fist was not originally a combat skill of the Ying family, but was given as a gift by Lord An Yang to "return favors". Its value is simply inestimable.
This technique has four stages, each stage is several times stronger than the previous stage. According to legend, the fourth stage of the Demon-Destroying Immortal Fist can even shatter the sky.
To block this move of Nine Heavens Heavy Ringing Palm, you can only rely on the second stage of this punch.
Definitely a success!
Ying Lang gritted his teeth and tried his best to pull the dark and deep fist power in his body, leading it to flow rapidly along the specific meridians in his right arm.
The first stage of the Fighting Demon Destroying Immortal Fist requires mobilizing the fifteen meridians in the arm. The power of such a punch has reached the level of a fourth-level combat skill.
And its second stage power will be even more terrifying, and the number of meridians mobilized will exceed fifty.
But if that's all it is, it's not too difficult to cast. But it has a very deceptive part, that is: in the first stage, what is running in your meridians is spiritual energy. But in the second stage, what is running in your body is the Fist Gang of the first stage!
The terrifying energy formed by a fourth-grade combat skill must circulate within the human body. The pain it brings can be imagined. At the same time, its harm to the human body can also be imagined.
It was in order to practice this move that Ying Lang became a physical practitioner.
I can't believe that I can't punch this punch even though I've opened the "bit door"!
Ying Lang roared angrily, and all the blood energy in his body was mobilized, wrapping up the fist and carrying it around in the meridians.
When the palm print was less than one meter away from Ying Lang, Ying Lang finally pushed hard with a punch.
"War Demon Destroying Immortal Fist. Breaking the Rainbow!"
Ying Lang almost punched the incoming palm mark and blasted it away.
The moment he punched, his right arm buzzed and trembled, and countless blood mist erupted. What followed was a quick twist, almost folding together.
At this moment, Yinglang's arm was almost completely disabled. But there was not much pain on his face. He gently curled his lips, revealing a relieved smile.
And the giant palm print exuding terrifying energy fluctuations also stopped strangely at this moment. He was just floating half a meter in front of Ying Lang, unable to move even an inch.
"Huh..." Ying Lang let out a long breath, took away his fist, and took a step back slowly.
At this time, some sharp-eyed people who secretly watched the battle discovered that there was actually a fist mark about a foot deep on the bright blood-red palm print.
There were tiny spider web-like cracks all around the fist mark.
Click.
There was a crisp sound, and the energy palm print opened a crack as wide as a fist. Immediately afterwards, like a chain reaction, the sound of shattering continued, and in an instant, the jade red palm print was full of cracks.
In the end, there was only a crashing sound, and pieces of blood-red jade energy slowly peeled off from the palm print.
This peeling lasted for less than a second and then stopped strangely.
In the place of the shattered palm print, a blood-red palm print slightly smaller than before was quietly suspended.
"What?!" Seeing the new palm print that appeared from the broken palm print, even Ying Lang couldn't help but break into a cold sweat and his whole body tensed up.
"I said, I won't give you another chance." Gui Tu smiled softly, and the blood mist that had been shaken away by Ying Lang surrounded him again, tightly wrapping Ying Lang's body and firmly restraining him.
Click, click, click.
There were four more cracking sounds in succession, and four consecutive layers of palm prints peeled off, but even so, they only made the palm prints smaller in size.
The next moment, the palm print that had shrunk by several points shot through the air again, hitting the unable to move Ying Lang.
And just when it was about to land on Ying Lang's body again, a bright sword light suddenly bloomed from below. Stretching out nearly a hundred meters, it was blocked between the palm prints and Yinglang.
Zheng!
The sword light struck the palm print, making a somewhat harsh sound of gold and iron.
There was a click, and the palm print was shattered again.
At this time, under the sword light, a petite figure quickly flew up.
"Xiu Shen bullied Ning Ling, do you still think you are very powerful?" The figure stood in front of Ying Lang, and his voice sounded a little cold.
"If you want to play, I will accompany you." The girl in front of Yinglang's eyes narrowed slightly, and she slowly stretched out her other hand and shook it.
Another bright sword light gathered.
brush.
Condensing a long sword, the girl said no more. A sword slanted upward from the lower left, across the palm print, and directly divided the palm print into two halves.
Swish, brush, brush...
The girl turned her hands lightly, and the two long swords in her hands moved accordingly, forming an airtight sword network. The palm print that was showing off its power before was completely cut into pieces.
At the same time, as the girl's long sword danced, sword light overflowed, and the surrounding blood mist was shaken back dozens of feet out of thin air.
"The palm mark just now has been weakened by Yinglang. Even if the girl breaks it, it is not a big deal." Gui Tu shook his head lightly and stepped out of the blood mist.
"It's a good thing if I can kill you." The girl pointed her sword at Gui Tu and said indifferently.
"Girl, you really put yourself..." Gui Tu shook his head lightly, and an invisible wave spread out.
The invisible fluctuation drove the blood mist, turning into a ferocious blood claw, and latched straight towards the girl.
"You think you're a cultivator!"
Before the bloody claws were fastened, the unparalleled palm wind surged down like an overwhelming force, pressing her clothes tightly against her delicate body.
"It doesn't matter whether you are a cultivator or not." The girl said calmly, clasped her hands together, clapped the sword light in her hands together, and then swung her hand to kill the blood claw.
"Of course it does matter. My claw just now contained soul power. If I hadn't cultivated the spirit, it would have been very difficult to resist it." Gui Tu said slowly, his eyes becoming sharper.
"So, has the girl ever practiced spirituality?"
"The girl should be like me and also [reincarnated and recultivated]..."
