Zhao Jing shouted loudly, and a powerful burst of true energy suddenly rushed out of his body.
Then he swayed and used his body and martial arts skills to turn into an afterimage and rush toward Wang Teng. He raised his hand and struck Wang Teng in front of him with a palm strike.
This palm has a fierce momentum, and there are wisps of black and cold aura lingering on it.
That cold breath seemed to be able to freeze the void, chilling people's bones.
"It's Xuanming Ghost Palm!"
"Zhao Jing actually practiced the Xuanming Ghost Palm! This Xuanming Ghost Palm is one of the core martial arts of Xingwu Academy. It is a high-grade and low-grade martial skill. It is extremely difficult to practice. To master it, you need a very high level of understanding. There is no way
To think that Zhao Jing has actually mastered it, and even cultivated it to the level of Dacheng, the power is so terrifying!"
Zhang Zheng's mind suddenly moved and he recognized the martial arts skills performed by Zhao Jing.
Zhao Jing himself is at the late stage of the sixth level of the Ning Zhen Realm, and he has also practiced the high-grade martial art of Xuan Ming Ghost Palm, and has cultivated it to the Dacheng Realm. His strength is even among the first-class masters in the inner courtyard.
Already.
A cold breath rushed towards his face, and the cold wind was extremely fierce, attacking Wang Teng.
However, facing Zhao Jing's menacing palm, Wang Teng remained calm. Zhao Jing's palm print with a black and cold aura, like a ghost palm, quickly enlarged in Wang Teng's pupils, but Wang Teng remained unfazed.
Not busy, unmoving.
He looked calm and said in a faint tone: "Is the Xuanming Ghost Palm very strong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely hot breath suddenly burst out from Wang Teng's body, instantly dispelling the cold.
At the same time, a red flame spurted out from Wang Teng's body and rolled towards Zhao Jing, trying to devour him.
The red flame, with its extremely hot aura, turned into a sea of fire and rolled towards Zhao Jing.
This red flame is clearly the innate fire
The effect of spiritual power.
After the innate fire spiritual power in the Starry Spirit Pool was absorbed and fused by Wang Teng, the true energy mutated and acquired the polar yang attribute of the innate fire spiritual power.
"What?"
Zhao Jing suddenly screamed in surprise. The crimson flames and the breath were so hot that they instantly dissipated the cold breath of his Xuanming Ghost Palm, greatly reducing the power of his Xuanming Ghost Palm.
Moreover, the crimson flames surged forward, disturbing his vision. His palm prints came down, Wang Teng's figure turned slightly, and Zhao Jing's palm missed directly.
At the same time, a white misty sword light suddenly bloomed, like lightning, flashing through the red curtain of fire.
The moment the sword light flashed.
"puff!"
"ah!"
With a "poof" sound, accompanied by a scream, an arm suddenly flew high into the sky, splashing a bunch of bright red blood, and was swallowed up by the crimson flames.
Immediately afterwards, with a "hurrah" sound, the sweeping red flames retracted into Wang Teng's body like a wave and disappeared.
"Crack!"
An arm fell to the ground, and at the same time, there was a trail of blood on the ground.
As for Zhao Jing, who had just attacked Wang Teng with great momentum, his entire right arm was broken at the shoulder level, and the blood was blurred. He was holding the broken arm with one hand and screaming.
"How can it be?"
"What just happened?"
Zhang Zheng and the other young man were horrified. Looking at the scene in front of them, their eyes couldn't help but shrink.
From the beginning to the end, they only saw Zhao Jing displaying the top-grade martial arts Xuan Ming.
Ghost Palm charged at Wang Teng fiercely, but Wang Teng stood there without making any movement at all.
Just when they thought Zhao Jing's palm was going to hit Wang Teng and suppress him on the spot.
Wang Teng, who had been motionless, suddenly burst into a strange crimson flame and rolled towards Zhao Jing.
Immediately afterwards, they saw a ray of white light, streaked by red flames, and the crisp sound of a long sword being unsheathed.
Then I heard Zhao Jing's screams, and the severed arm that flew high and fell heavily to the ground!
From the beginning to the end, they never saw Wang Teng move at all, nor did they see Wang Teng take action!
What shocked the two of them even more was when the red flame retracted into Wang Teng's body.
The Jingfeng Sword in Wang Teng's hand was still lying quietly in its scabbard, but they clearly only heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed, and never heard the sound of the sword being sheathed!
This shows that the sound of the sword being unsheathed and returned to the sheath has been completely connected, and the speed of the sword being drawn out and put back is extremely fast!
This made the two of them feel horrified. Wang Teng's strength was so terrifying!
"ah……"
"You actually broke my arm?"
Zhao Jing let out a cry of pain, his face was pale, and cold sweat covered his forehead. His cold eyes were fixed on Wang Teng, his eyes full of resentment.
"Break your arm?"
Wang Teng glanced at him calmly: "If you haven't gotten out of my sight within three breaths, then your neck will be broken next."
Although the words were calm, they contained terrible murderous intent, making people shudder.
Upon hearing Wang Teng's words, Zhao Jing's heart suddenly trembled, the hairs all over his body stood up instantly, and he felt a boundless chill.
But at the same time, his heart was also full of humiliation and unwillingness.
Wang Teng broke his arm and threatened him like this!
Especially in front of Zhang Zheng and the disciple from the outer courtyard.
Remembering that before, he had boasted in front of Zhang Zheng and the outer courtyard disciple, saying that Wang Teng was just a pulseless waste and his strength was simply not enough in front of him.
But at this moment, when he fought against Wang Teng, he was defeated miserably by Wang Teng, so vulnerable!
He took a deep breath, suppressed all his anger and unwillingness, and said in a cold tone: "Wang Teng, I admit defeat this time, just wait for me, I won't let you go!"
"If you want to die, I will make it happen!"
When Wang Teng heard this, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and there was a ray of coldness in his eyes.
Zhao Jing was shocked and immediately picked up the severed arm on the ground and ran away.
"waste."
After glancing at Zhao Jing who was running away, Wang Teng was too lazy to chase him and turned around to glance at Zhang Zheng who was about to sneak away secretly.
Being stared at by Wang Teng, Zhang Zheng suddenly froze and said dryly: "Wang...Wang Teng, I am not familiar with Zhao Jing. It was him who provoked you just now, and it has nothing to do with me..."
"Ok, I know."
Wang Teng said calmly, staring at Zhang Zheng calmly.
Being stared at by Wang Teng, Zhang Zheng felt uneasy all over and felt an inexplicable pressure.
"Well...if that's the case, can I leave?"
Zhang Zheng opened his mouth and planned to leave. He originally planned to go to the tenth floor to have a look, but now he immediately gave up the idea.
"Can't."
Wang Teng raised the corner of his mouth and said calmly.
Zhang Zheng suddenly felt all the hairs on his body standing on end, feeling extremely uneasy.