silence!

Deadly silence.

In front of the Xiayi Gate, on the open flat ground for dozens of miles, there was no sound heard except for the constant whistling of air.

No one could imagine that this disciple of the Six Prison Demon Lord, who killed many masters who have been famous for decades, was defeated so easily with one palm.

For a moment, even many experts on the local list lost their voices and were shocked.

They have practiced martial arts for many years, and their qi and veins have naturally had eyesight.

Feng Qingxuan cut out that sword, no matter the angle, true energy, momentum, and intention, it was so wonderful that it was the best. If any of them had to retreat to this sword, they would have to go back.

Retreat, dodge, and wait for the opportunity to win in a wandering way.

How terrifying the power it takes to destroy the continuous sword lights head-on, they just think about it and their scalp numb.

"That palm..."

The eyes of the sea of ​​clouds condensed.

Only a few people present could see what happened at that moment, and he was naturally among them.

He knew that An Qisheng, the second-ranked blood demon, just stepped under his feet, and dozens of feet had already fallen into ruins. As soon as he stepped, the invisible energy caused by pure physical strength disrupted Feng Qingxuan's breath.

And then that palm seemed to see nothing exquisite, but it was actually all-encompassing and contained extremely strong will.

Under that palm, the empty air flow seemed to be discharged from it and turned into complete nothingness.

Therefore, he was able to break into the sword net that was intertwined with no flaws.

Such power is no longer something that Qi and meridians can possess.

Even if he tried his best, he would probably not be able to achieve this effect.

What's more important is that his body is so strong that he can actually smash the sharp sword light.

Only by following the palm movement can you cross dozens of feet of continuous sword nets, and one palm will severely damage Feng Qingxuan.

Even he could not do this.

The Demon Sword Slash is a well-known method of destroying qi in the world. If he had done this, he would have been pierced by his true qi and would have been seriously injured even if he did not die.

"Ho~ho~"

In the dust, Feng Qingxuan leaned forward to the sky, and his mouthful of blood rolled into the trachea.

His heart was filled with infinite reluctance.

He practiced the supreme magical powers of the Demon Heart Sutra, Demon Sword Slash, Demon Realm Wujian and other six Prisons Demon Sects, and was hailed as the number one genius of the Holy Sect in the contemporary era.

He was in seclusion for many years, and it was the time when the dragon trenched in the abyss. He was about to reach the divine vein, and his martial arts were successful and his reputation was so popular all over the world.

How could he be so strong?

How could it be so strong?

Feng Qingxuan was full of unwillingness. His qi and meridians were extremely powerful. It was impossible for a qi and meridian warrior to break his qi and meridian network. This was what his master Pang Wanyang said in his own words.

But the old Taoist priest broke his qi, true qi, muscles, bones, organs and internal organs with just one palm.

This is the Qi and Mechanism?!!!

"puff!"

Endless unwilling to accept the silence. His already collapsed chest collapsed and his last breath spurted out of his throat, sprinkling blood rain in the dust.

The vigorous vitality of the qi and veins is completely silent in the soil, rocks and dust falling like rain.

Until the moment of death, I couldn't even send out a word.

"Feng Qingxuan..."

Looking at the ruins that were several feet deep not far away, Wushuang's body trembled and his heart was cold.

She had imagined how many times Feng Qingxuan would die, but she did not expect that she would not have the slightest excitement or joy after his death.

Instead, it was covered in coldness.

Because, from the beginning to the end, there was a powerful and solemn aura that locked her tightly.

This murderous intent was so strong that it was like she was surrounded by sea water after falling into the sea, making her unable to breathe.

No, after the qi veins condense, there is no possibility of suffocation even if they fall into the deep sea.

But at this moment, she really felt suffocated.

It seemed like there was an invisible hand of fear, holding her body and mind tightly in it.

"Former, senior..."

Wushuang's flawless face turned whiter and his delicate forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

As An Qisheng's eyes fell, she felt trembling.

Just like facing the powerful divine vein in the sect.

She dared not escape. A distance of more than a hundred feet in front of such an existence is no different from a face-to-face veneer. The only possibility of escaping is to die faster.

At this moment, she felt regretful.

"The Soul-Snatching Technique is good."

In the breeze, An Qisheng opened his voice faintly, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

"Senior, please understand, but I don't know that Mr. Yun has an old age with you..."

Wushuang's face slightly, the veil was gone with the wind, revealing her flawless face:

"I am willing to unlock this soul-catching technique for Mr. Yun..."

Breathing around him stagnates.

The people in the martial arts world looked at the exquisite face and felt their hearts were soft.

There is a kind of person who, even when life and death are fought, will make people feel soft-hearted unconsciously.

Such people are talking about unparalleled.

Her face is delicate, her facial features are all beautiful, and her every frown and smile is fascinating.

At this moment, I was about to cry, which was the most arousing the desire for protection for men.

Whether it is a teenager or an old man.

Feeling the murderous intent that receded like a tide, Wushuang felt relieved when he heard a calm voice sounding in his ears:

“No need.”

What?

Wushuang's heart was shocked, and he raised his eyebrows and saw the old Taoist priest step forward, and his five fingers gently pinched in the void.

Buzz ~

As his five fingers bounced, ripples visible to the naked eye spread.

At this moment, the void in front of him seemed to be pinched into it by the palm.

Then, as the whistling wind roared, An Qisheng had already arrived a hundred feet long, and a giant dragon mixed with rolling mud and dust came out behind him.

"No one can unlock the Soul-Snatching Technique except me!"

Wushuang let out a light roar, and at the same time, she wiped her slender jade arms around her waist. She blew a long sword like a dragon, waving a sword shadow all over the sky.

retreat!

Retreat!

Seeing Feng Qingxuan's miserable appearance, she had no idea of ​​facing the enemy head-on.

But the gust of wind was howling, and a hundred feet in an instant, and the gust of wind had blown up her red skirt sleeves in an instant.

Strong ~~~

The short sword roared lightly, and flashed and destroyed in the turbulent wind. It seemed that in just a moment, the void in front of him was already filled with sword shadows.

At this moment, she had no hidden thoughts.

The true qi spreads out, and it looks like millions of invisible qi swords leaping across the heavy airflow.

The sword light was like rain, and Wushuang's figure moved and changed, pulling out phantoms.

Her speed was extremely fast, and she had suddenly retreated a hundred feet away. In the void in front of her, there were all the sword lights and shadows she swung out.

Ru Lin Ru Zhuo!

But the next moment, her pupils shrank.

The old Taoist priest had already come across the wind and thunder and thunder, and its speed was as fast as if it was leaving a series of illusory figures behind him.

I saw his arm pushing horizontally, and the endless waves of air burst into pieces, which had already penetrated hundreds of feet like a sword shadow in the forest.

The air flow outside his body roared like a wrinkled wind, like a striking wave of waves. The sword shadows that were enough to cut off gold and jade were blown away by bursting air waves before they even touched his body.
To be continued...