Boom boom boom!
There were constant crashes.
Yang Jungui stared at him, the Blood Spirit Sword Yuan was inhaling between his palms, the power of Qi and blood was flowing, and he firmly grasped the [Reverse Blood Yuan Wheel] with one hand, blocking the blood wheel's cutting.
Even if Yin Li urged it with all his strength, it would only leave a few white marks on his palm.
"How can it be?"
Yin Likuang was horrified. The improvement of Qi Hai's spiritual power was just that. When did the "Innate Sword Body" gain such powerful physical power?
He could clearly see that he was able to clamp down on the blood chakra without much injury, relying more on the power of his physical body to generate qi and blood.
The physical body is comparable to the best spiritual weapons?
"Today, you are no match for me."
Yang Jungui's energy surged all over his body, and the power of the "Diamond Hammer" in his fists was fierce and powerful.
Although it is only the first form of [Diamond Technique], its level is equivalent to the top level of middle-grade tactics.
But with his current strength, his power can even overwhelm top-grade tactics and moves equivalent to top-grade ones.
The fist broke through the air, squeezing the air and making a dull explosion, and blood splashed in mid-air.
Pei Wenhui felt numbness in his arm, and some flesh and blood on the back of his hand. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot from the collision.
Fang Zhilan looked at the jade arm that was like porcelain, but there were a lot of crack-like blood stains on it.
That's all.
Yang Jungui was very wild. He held the [Reverse Blood Yuan Wheel] in his hand and swung it directly towards the spiritual soldiers that the two men were attacking.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The sound of the collision was like a bell, and it was as deafening as a thunderbolt.
Waves of air visible to the naked eye swept through the air, and the endless soul sounds and thunder and lightning were all shattered.
Pei Wenhui's face was livid. He regarded himself as the genius of his generation and was no weaker than anyone among his peers. However, he was repeatedly defeated by Yang Jungui.
If word spreads in the future, will the reputation of three people be used to make one person better?
There was also a chill in the depths of Fang Zhilan's eyes. She recalled her spiritual weapon [Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-eating Bell] and stared at the figure with a gloomy expression.
"Use all your trump cards quickly. Do you still have to hold back at this time?"
Yin Likuang's face was ferocious, and his eyes looked scarlet, as if they contained two pools of blood condensed with murderous intent.
He gave up the [Reverse Blood Yuan Lun] and rushed towards Yang Jungui, and even faster, a bloody light shot through the air inadvertently.
Wrapped in the blood light is a blood wheel.
But unlike the [Reverse Blood Yuan Wheel] in Yang Jungui's hand, this is a low-grade Xuan Weapon [referring to the Extreme Blood Evil Wheel].
The blood wheel rotated, turning the airflow to form a scarlet whirlwind. The floor paved with bluestone shattered like foam, forming a ravine.
In just an instant, he was already close.
Yang Jungui's eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand to hit the Blood Reverse Yuan Wheel.
The two blood chakras collided, and the reverse blood chakra collapsed and flew out, with some gaps appearing on it.
However, the power of the Zhiji Blood Fiend Wheel was also blocked.
The next moment, Yang Jungui held the Qingming Sword in his hand, and the sword light slashing Senhan with one stroke was intertwined with the bloody whirlwind.
There was a hand-to-hand exchange, and the air seemed to be still for a moment.
Then there was a fierce explosion, and at this moment, wind and thunder broke out between the sky and the earth, and lightning flashed across, illuminating the already dim night sky.
Then raindrops as big as beans rolled down.
As the air waves rolled, countless pieces of bluestone floor tiles flew around.
Seven or eight feet away, someone's courtyard wall was covered with bluestone floor fragments, like hedgehogs, and even collapsed a lot.
"Go back!" Yang Jungui shouted lowly, and the Qingming Sword let out a soft groan, and knocked it away with great strength.
snort!
Yin Li let out a muffled groan and his expression suddenly changed.
At this time, he had already rushed to Yang Jungui and tried his best to control the Finger Blood Wheel. However, the power coming from the blood wheel was beyond his control at all.
The blood wheel was knocked away at a speed that could not be stopped at all. After plowing a ravine, a hole was blasted in a courtyard wall.
A three-story wooden building at the end collapsed.
Yin Li gritted his teeth madly and charged towards Yang Jungui regardless of his anger.
He mobilized all his foundation, along with the power of the Blood Ming Evil Body, and used the second move of the Seven Apertures Blood Ming Palm, Devil Cry, to its peak.
Even a first-class Tianshan realm warrior who opened six or seven springs would still be severely damaged by this attack.
Yin Likuang's eyes were cold, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile: "What are you going to do to block this blow?"
Yang Jungui's expression was calm, and two rays of solid sword light shot out from his eyes.
The sword body turned silver-white, and the two sword lights intertwined and rotated, hitting Yin Li wildly.
It is the eyes that turn into swordsmanship.
However, this swordsmanship has already reached a state of transformation in his hands, breaking away from its original cage, and its level has exceeded the first level of middle-grade swordsmanship.
The two sword lights pulled each other, rotated and intertwined, faster, like flowing light, and more powerful.
"Crush it for me!"
Yin Li roared furiously, trying to break the silver-white sword with force.
However, suddenly, his expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but step back.
After finally regaining his balance, he looked at the wound that almost penetrated the palm of his hand, his expression extremely ugly.
On the other side, Pei Wenhui and Fang Zhilan's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and they no longer hesitated and instantly fired the low-grade mysterious weapons [Purple Mysterious Star Meteor Knife] and [White Bone Soul-Calling Bell].
At the same time, a somewhat surprising voice sounded.
"Yang Jungui, let's see where you can escape today?"
"I spared your life before, but now you're here to seek death?"
Yang Jungui turned his head and looked in surprise, as if a cold lightning flashed in his eyes.
Gong Yuanqi was frightened. After the battle at Blackwater Mountain, he fled back to the sect in embarrassment. He turned the endless humiliation into motivation and broke through to the peak of the Qi Sea Realm.
He even developed a powerful fighting technique.
He thought he could wash away his shame, but the news that came later made him more and more desperate.
When he came here today, he originally wanted to see Yang Jungui's desperate look unable to struggle, so that he would feel a little happy.
But resentment and resentment filled his heart, making him unable to help but take action at this time.
He came with a sword to kill.
"Four Symbols Sword of Heaven's Will"!
This is an extremely famous swordsmanship among the swordsmen. It is divided into four swords, namely, "wind, fire, thunder and lightning", and this style is the "wind that does not stop".
Yang Jungui narrowed his eyes and stood firm: "Today I will let you see clearly the gap between you and me."
The boundless wind began to blow up, becoming more and more violent in an instant.
However, the wind was so cold and biting, it was a storm formed by sword energy.
"Get out of my way, everyone."
Yang Jungui gave a low shout and slashed out with the sword storm, and there was not a single drop of rain within a radius of more than ten feet.
In the distance, the elders Liu Yanghong, Han Jingcong, and Wu Kuohai couldn't help but change their expressions.
Wait for the sword energy to dissipate.
Pei Wenhui and Fang Zhilan had dark faces, their clothes were tattered and darkened by blood.
Gong Yuanqi fell on a ruins and couldn't even stand up for a while.
"Is this evil beast so strong?" Several elders were shocked.
"I don't know if I will die, but you will definitely die in front of me."
Yang Jungui's voice appeared in Gong Yuanqi's ears like the whisper of an evil ghost.
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I feel like there’s too much written about fighting, but it’s not very good to mention it in one stroke. What do you think?
