The power produced by the entanglement, squeezing and strangulation of the two violent momentums made the people around them avoid it, and for a moment they were very embarrassed.
Even Taoist Master Chongxu was unable to stabilize his figure in the impact of the overflowing air waves. As he hurriedly retreated, he used Tai Chi's internal energy to release his strength, his eyes filled with horror.
Although Yan Ming brought him surprises time and time again, he still underestimated his strength.
One is a real Grand Master, and the other is a slasher whose power is even greater than that of a Grand Master. No Taoist Priest Chongxu can afford to offend him.
In the smoke and dust that was scattered wantonly, Gongsun Wulong's roar came out, and he managed to survive Yan Ming's attack.
A light blue, substance-like zhenqi shield composed of many polygonal ridges wrapped it around it, firmly protecting Gongsun Wulong in the center.
This must be the embodiment of the turtle shell magical skill. Gongsun Wulong was able to obtain this skill from Taoist Turtle and then practice it to such an extent, which shows that his talent is astonishing.
But now the turtle shell shield is unstable and is trembling wildly at an extremely fast frequency, as if it may collapse at any time. Gongsun Wulong's body is like a real energy opening, and it is injected into it, barely maintaining the turtle shell magic. of stability.
All the power of Yan Ming's slashes was gone, while Gongsun Wulong's terrifying attack just now failed to accomplish anything.
Even with the strength of Gongsun Wulong who had advanced to the Grand Master Realm, he had already consumed a lot of energy even with defense, which put him under a bit of pressure.
But I was glad in my heart: "This kid is not as good as me, but I don't know what secret method he used to increase the power of the sword to such a terrifying level... But it doesn't matter, he has already consumed so much, and the other party is probably unable to do anything more... "
Before the thought in his mind ended, Gongsun Wulong suddenly raised his head in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.
Because in just a moment, Yan Ming's momentum began to rise rapidly again!
"This, how is this possible?"
Gongsun Wulong looked like he had seen a ghost.
As the momentum increased, Yan Ming's true energy poured out violently as if it was free of money. The knife in his hand trembled again. The pressure revealed above was even worse than before!
Yan Ming still has a lot of capital left, not to mention that the most powerful of his Yun Dao skills are the first three cuts, and this has just begun.
As for the war of attrition, Yan Ming is the least afraid of it!
Not to mention, Yan Ming has been refined and refined many times, and his foundation is far more solid than others. He possesses two top-level internal skills, and his recovery ability is also extremely scary. A big return pill...
In a moment, Gongsun Wulong turned around from his trance and rushed for luck, but he was already half a step too late.
The second slash took shape quickly, and with Yan Ming's low cry again, it came down violently.
"Flash!"
The disciples of the Wudang Sect, who had been knocked over several times a moment ago, and who had just stood up with great difficulty, had a bit of a stress reaction when they saw this situation, and hurriedly retreated in panic, not caring about any formations at this time. Meet the enemy.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the formation they have practiced for many days is absolutely no threat to the absolute strength of the great master Gongsun Wulong.
It was still a slash with great power, but the sense of oppression falling on Gongsun Wulong was completely different.
Because the two of them were going head-to-head with each other in the previous attack, and now Gongsun had no chance to make a move. He was half a beat behind and was beaten one-sidedly.
In an instant, Gongsun Wulong felt that almost every inch of his skin and every inch of his bones were under tremendous pressure, as if he was about to be crushed.
"Buzz!"
Gongsun Wulong's body swayed, and the terrifying physique of the Grand Master level forcefully deflected the pressure and faced the attack.
The loud roar struck again, and the collapsed building was once again stirred by the residual force. Debris flew everywhere, and the air wave mixed with debris and gravel spread toward the outside, forming a smoke-like air wave.
Fortunately, this time the Wudang disciples who were not strong enough escaped in advance and were not affected.
But their sight was obscured by billowing dust and fog, and they couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
"Uncle Qingxu, how are you, are you okay?" some disciples asked.
"Damn it, do you think I'm okay?"
Qingxu hugged the pierced calf and uttered a rare curse word, not at all like a Wudang master.
"Go and see how Qingzhi and Qingyin are doing."
Qingxu then ordered, keeping his eyes fixed on the center of the smoke.
Only a few people present were at a high enough level to be able to sense Gongsun Wulong's aura.
After this chop, Gongsun Oolong's aura was disordered and unstable, as if he had suffered from depression.
The smoke and dust haven't dispersed yet, and there is almost no gap between the front and back. Yan Ming's third slash has arrived!
In this third slash, all the sword intent that Yan Ming had accumulated in the recent period was poured into it without any reservation. The tremor of the clumsy front was unprecedentedly large. It seemed that he was excited, but he seemed to be unable to suppress it.
"Uh-huh!"
Along with the oppressive force of the momentum on the blade, an invisible force field seemed to appear within a circle of tens of feet centered on Yan Ming, suppressing everything.
The smoke and dust that had been lingering just now fell straight down, close to the ground, and the bricks and wood debris were also squeezed, making a creaking noise.
Everyone finally saw Gongsun Oolong clearly. The turtle shell magic on his body was shaking even more violently, and he was on the verge of collapse. It looked like he had suffered a lot from the previous attack.
As for Gongsun Wulong himself, his face was distorted. He was no longer as calm and calm as before when he announced that he was going to go on a killing spree. His old faces were crowded together, and his face turned green and red.
Only Gongsun Wulong himself knew that the energy and blood in his body was surging at this moment, and he had to bear the second cut completely.
Before he recovers, the third chop has arrived!
"Wait, we can talk!"
Gongsun Wulong barely suppressed his energy and blood. As soon as he spoke the words, the violent sword force engulfed him.
A huge sword shadow condensed from the true energy of the sword swallowed Gongsun Wulong's figure.
Everyone saw it clearly. The two sides met and paused suddenly. It seemed like a moment, but it seemed like a long time. Then the light blue turtle shell shield on Gongsun Wulong's body suddenly shattered and turned into dots of starlight.
Then the terrifying, aggressive and sharp sword intent was completely released.
Taoist Priest Chongxu squinted his eyes and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his sight.
Others' eyes were stung unprepared, and tears flowed for a while, as if the sharp intention released by the knife turned into substantial damage, making them dare not continue to look directly.
After a burst of intense flashing white light, the tingling sensation finally subsided.
Everyone looked at it and couldn't help but be stunned.
The surrounding ground is already covered with dense knife marks and grooves, as if they were cut by countless knives at the same time.
The key point is that the ground here is not land, but paved with stone slabs. The hardness is naturally higher. It is really scary that so many and deep grooves can appear in an instant.
After seeing this, all the Wudang disciples took a step back unconsciously, showing fear on their faces.
What everyone is more concerned about is Gongsun Wulong.
Taoist Priest Chongxu looked intently, and saw Gongsun Wulong standing on the spot, motionless, but the defense of the tortoise shell magic skill outside his body had completely dissipated.
Yan Ming had just slashed him with his sword, but Gongsun Wulong couldn't even dodge effectively.
Yan Ming also slowly fell down, sheathing his sword very confidently, and stood on the opposite side.
"Good sword skills!"
Gongsun Wulong spat out words word by word, and then a line of blood slowly appeared on his face.
At first, it was only very small, but it spread and became obvious in an instant.
Straight and vertical to the ground, extending from the center of the forehead.
"puff……"
A stream of blood mist suddenly burst out from Gongsun Wulong's body and sprayed out far away.
Then, Gongsun Wulong's body straightened and fell on his back.
It seemed that until this moment, Gongsun Wulong could not believe that he had lost, and that he had lost at the hands of Yan Ming, who was a level below him.
As Gongsun Wulong's body fell heavily to the ground and he completely stopped breathing, Yan Ming's shoulders gradually relaxed and he took a deep breath.
The three slashes erupted from Yun Dao Technique combined with Dao Intent are too powerful. Now Yan Ming's internal energy has been mostly empty, and his internal energy and mental skills are running rapidly, constantly replenishing them.
The reason why he was able to quickly eliminate Gongsun Wulong was actually because he took advantage of it. Ever since the offensive and defensive positions of the two changed, Yan Ming has always maintained a proactive offensive posture. The attacks were densely connected and did not give the opponent any chance to breathe. Except for Gongsun Wulong's shocking finger, he had been suppressed and beaten, and his fighting power was not fully released before he died.
Of course, this is also the result of Yan Ming's strength, tactics and experience.
Since his Yun Dao Technique was upgraded and could be cultivated in the body, he has never used it and has accumulated enough energy.
And the sword intention is even more powerful. During his time in Qixia Town, he has inspired most of the different styles and different levels of sword intention traces on the sword sharpening stone. In the process of fighting with him to sharpen himself, he also absorbed He has learned all kinds of different fighting styles and absorbed and transformed them, and he has vaguely sensed another completely different world.
Now Yan Ming's level of swordsmanship is definitely no less than that of a great master. All he needs is to take the last step.
Coupled with the sword's clumsy edge, the combination of the three unleashed a power that even a serious master like Gongsun Wulong could not withstand.
Yan Ming knew all this well, but in the eyes of onlookers, it was really shocking.
At this time, even Taoist Priest Chongxu looked at Yan Ming with a lot of fear in his eyes. The other disciples of the Wudang Sect respected Yan Ming like a god and no longer dared to look directly at him.
Many disciples' eyes are still hurting now, and they are squeezing away tears because they are hurt by the sharp knife.
"Taoist, can you clean up the mess...Taoist?"
Yan Ming turned his head and reminded Taoist Priest Hsiang Xu, who then came back to his senses.
"Oh, yes!"
Taoist Master Chongxu hurriedly turned around and began to make arrangements. He ordered his disciples to treat the injured, especially Qingxu and several others who were injured by Gongsun Wulong. He would personally help diagnose and treat the injuries later.
Then the place was fenced off, no outsiders were allowed to enter, and they were slowly cleaned up in the future. After all, the broken rubble in this place, and the ruins of the collapsed building next to it, would definitely not be able to be cleaned up in a short time.
In addition, people need to be sent out to appease the emotions in the sect - the noise of the fighting here just now was too loud, and the pressure was even felt by many people in the distance. Taoist priest Chongxu still ordered people to go around to calm down and maintain order. .
After Taoist Master He Chongxu finished speaking, Yan Ming did not leave, but came to Gongsun Wulong.
At this time, Gongsun Wulong was already dead, and his body had lost all movement.
But Yan Ming did not let him go. Instead, he stretched out his hand and pinched Gongsun Wulong's neck, completely avoiding any future troubles.
But he still felt uneasy, so he waved his hand and condensed a large blade of zhenqi, which pierced Gongsun Wulong back and forth several times.
Yan Ming felt relieved when he saw that Gongsun Wulong had completely stopped resisting and was penetrated repeatedly by the sharp blade, confirming that he was dead.
If you don't count the tentative sparring with Ximen Chuixue before, this is the first time he has faced a Grand Master level battle and won, so last-minute blows are a must.
Soon, Taoist Master Chongxu also came over.
Yan Ming looked at the mess around him and couldn't help but scratch his head.
"Forgive me, Taoist Master, for destroying the precious land of your sect by taking action. It's a huge sin."
Taoist priest Chongxu immediately said seriously: "What did you say, little friend Yan? You can kill Gongsun Wulong and eliminate harm to the martial arts world. It is a great kindness. It is just destroying some dead things. What's the harm?"
Taoist Priest Chongxu was already close to Yan Ming, but now he is deliberately trying to please him.
"Young friend Yan, you have worked hard. Do you want to find a place to rest? I will send a disciple to take charge here... By the way, there is also that girl."
Taoist Master Chongxu pointed at Ren Yingying, who had already hid far away: "I just ordered a few disciples to protect her, but fortunately nothing happened."
"Then it will be troublesome for the Taoist priest."
Yan Ming quickly walked to Ren Yingying.
Looking at the Wudang disciples next to him, they looked at Yan Ming with eyes full of awe as if they were looking at gods.
The few blows Yan Ming had just made had left an indelible mark on their hearts. The shock of witnessing them with their own eyes could not be described in words.
"There's nothing else to do for you, let's go."
Yan Ming waved them away and then took Ren Yingying back.
"Hey, you are young and you look not much older than me. How come you are so powerful?"
Ren Yingying hesitated again and again and asked.
She originally thought that her cultivation was already at the top among her peers in the world, but in front of Yan Ming, she was like a crow compared to a phoenix.
In the past two days, Ren Yingying has been thinking about how to escape and how to impress Yan Ming.
Ren Yingying thought about whether to promise Yan Ming that as long as he let her go, she would give him the position of protector of the Sun and Moon God Sect.
As a result, seeing his strength now, Ren Yingying's thoughts have disappeared. It is estimated that the other party will not like the elders and protectors. If he is willing to join the Grand Master Realm, he will probably have to compete with Uncle Dongfang for the position of leader. …
Ren Yingying couldn't help but start thinking wildly.
"Come here and help pack everything up."
Yan Ming's voice pulled her back, and she saw that she had returned to her temporary residence. Yan Ming pointed around and gave instructions.
It's not like he's treating a saint from the devil's sect at all, but like he's treating a little maid who helps him with chores.
"Let me help you pack your things?"
Ren Yingying pointed at her nose and asked with wide eyes.
(End of chapter)
