"Well done!"
He Pingan's fists flashed with golden light, one punch met the blood fist, and the other punch hit Yongchun Hou's head.
"Bang bang bang!"
The two of them exchanged hundreds of blows in an instant. Although the Gang Feng suddenly became smaller at this time, it was not that the power was reduced, but that the true energy of the fist was restrained. All the true energy of the fist was lost as long as it came into contact with the opponent. All of them were blasted into the opponent's body.
In mid-air, two figures, one gold and one blood, flew back, and then, they teleported out and collided fiercely.
The most intense and cruel physical fight began between the two, with fists hitting the flesh and blood drawn from every move.
Within a few breaths, each of them left dozens of scars on the other's body, but in an instant, they were restored by the body's powerful self-healing ability.
At this moment, He Pingan flashed, his speed exploded to the extreme, and he suddenly appeared behind Yongchun Hou, punching the opponent in the back.
The fist hit the opponent's back, but it felt like it hit the air. It turned out that it was just an afterimage left by the opponent's too fast speed.
On the right side of the body, a ghostly figure flashed, and a bloody fist blasted out, exuding countless violent and bloodthirsty auras.
He Ping'an's body twisted for a while, and he avoided the vital point. His right shoulder was struck by a bloody fist, and the golden light of his body was scattered, and he let out a muffled groan.
He punched the figure of Marquis Yongchun, but it hit nothing again.
Marquis Yongchun appeared behind him, and his right leg was like a steel whip, kicking He Ping'an in the lower back and sending him flying for more than ten miles before he stabilized his body.
The golden light on his body was crumbling, and he seemed to have been seriously injured.
"Today, I will extract your soul and refine your soul to avenge Fan'er and Brother Qian."
Yongchunhou's blood-colored eyes flashed with the pleasure of being about to win, and then his figure flashed and disappeared from He Ping'an's eyes.
He Ping'an has been testing the clone's strength. It seems that the clone's strength is at the mid-level of the first level even if the Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques are used at full strength.
With a thought, the main body thousands of miles away transmits the Taoism in the body to the clone, and the magic power all over the body is like an abyss or an ocean, surging endlessly.
Behind him, Marquis Yongchun appeared again and punched He Ping'an on the back of the head. The bloody light was violent. With this punch, he would completely determine the winner.
As soon as the blood-colored fist blasted out, He Ping'an, who had his back turned to him, turned around at a speed several times faster than before.
The expression on his face was indifferent, and the five fingers of his right hand were spread out, lightly facing the bloody fist shadow.
Something bad suddenly flashed in Marquis Yongchun's heart. For some reason, the light-looking palm made him a little frightened.
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, endless blood light condensed in the fist, and the force of the fist brought out countless afterimages, hitting He Ping'an at a speed slightly faster than before.
Among the countless afterimages, He Pingan's palm accurately grasped Marquis Yongchun's fist.
"Bo..."
When the fists collided, there was no unexpected explosion, only a soft sound.
The Yongchun Hou punched out with all his strength, but He Pingan's body was caught firmly without even shaking. The blood and light around him was raging, but it was unable to penetrate even one foot of He Pingan's body.
Blood suddenly appeared in Yongchun Hou's eyes, and the endless blood contained in the fist exploded.
"Crack!"
There was a sound of bones breaking in their ears.
As the sound rang out, bone-piercing pain spread from his arm. Only then did Marquis Yongchun realize that his right fist, held by He Ping'an, had been crushed into fine pieces of bone. When the strong wind blew, he immediately Falling all over the sky.
Where the fist originally struck, there was only a bloody and empty wrist left there.
"No, how could his strength improve so quickly?"
Under the severe pain, Yongchun Hou regained some consciousness, his complexion changed, and his body retreated quickly. The true energy in his body rolled and rushed to his right arm, trying to restore his crushed right fist.
"Stab it!"
After retreating halfway, Marquis Yongchun felt a pain in his right shoulder, and his entire right arm had been torn off from his body by He Ping'an.
Blood spilled into the air!
Invincible...
Just as this thought flashed through Yongchun Hou's mind, He Ping'an's figure had disappeared from in front of him. When he reappeared, he was already behind him, kicked out, and the golden light shone brightly.
Before Marquis Yongchun could dodge, He Pingan's right foot had already passed through his waist like an immortal weapon's sharp blade.
A burst of severe pain came, and He Pingan kicked Yongchun Marquis from the waist down.
On the lower half of the body, which was as smooth as a mirror, countless bright red blood spattered out.
Before the bloody body fell to the ground, it was torn into pieces by the golden light and disappeared into thin air.
In mid-air, only the bloody upper body of Marquis Yongchun was left floating in the air, looking extremely miserable.
The surface of his body was filled with blood as he tried to restore his physical body.
A first-grade martial artist has extremely strong vitality. Even if only his upper body is left, he will not die. His strong physical recovery ability can restore his physical body within a few breaths.
But the blood light had just risen, and the golden light on the section of the body was like gangrene attached to the bone. The blood light had just repaired the body, and the golden light destroyed the body that had just been restored.
"who are you?"
Marquis Yongchun's hoarse voice sounded.
He really couldn't figure out how Wu Fan got into trouble with such a terrifying existence.
In his memory, only the legendary True Immortal Martial Saint could reach He Pingan's current strength.
Originally, it would take about five years for the essence and blood of the Martial Saint to be slowly refined, before he could fully integrate into the physical body, integrate the Martial Saint's martial arts will, and reach the peak of the first level.
But in order to deal with He Pingan, he hurriedly refined the essence and blood of the Martial Saint. From then on, his cultivation was fixed at the late stage of the first level of martial arts and could not advance.
And there are some sequelae. Although the cultivation level is improved, the longevity will not be increased.
"The principle of answering the question is equal exchange!"
He Ping'an showed a hint of joking on his face, and then said: "If you want to know who I am, you have to answer me with questions of equal value."
"For example, where does your Martial Saint essence and blood come from?"
"My martial arts essence and blood...can't tell you!"
When Marquis Yongchun heard He Ping'an ask this question, he paused, and for the first time a trace of fear appeared on his face.
Even if He Pingan had half of his body blown apart just now, he had never reacted like this.
He Pingan was secretly curious, what kind of existence could make a first-level martial arts monk so scared?
"Since you don't want to tell me, I'll check it myself!"
He Pingan struck out with a palm, and eight thousand years of Taoist magic turned into a golden hand that was as solid as substance, crushing the remaining body of Marquis Yongchun and exploding it.
With a big golden hand, he fished out the soul of Marquis Yongchun who was trying to escape. Then, his powerful consciousness penetrated into the sea of consciousness, searching for the soul!
Yongchun Hou's strong martial arts will resisted frantically, but in the face of He Ping'an's spiritual consciousness that was several times more powerful, it was equivalent to no resistance.
"boom......"
Just when He Pingan had just searched for a ray of information in Marquis Yongchun's consciousness, in the distance in the void, a terrifying force, spanning an endless distance of countless thousands of miles, attacked and crushed He Pingan.
"roll!"
He Pingan's spiritual consciousness rolled out and collided with the strange force in the void.
"Boom!"
Although the two consciousnesses only clashed in the air, they still caused the void to tremble and the earth to roar.
Above the void, dark clouds rolled, and strong winds raged. Suddenly, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, as if it was the end of the world.
The consciousness of both sides collided, and Marquis Yongchun's soul was shattered as if struck by lightning, unable to withstand the aftermath of the confrontation between the two.
The Marquis of Yongchun, who had dominated southern Xinjiang for many years and was about to be promoted to the first rank of the country, completely fell!
