Chapter Thirteen Nine-nine thunder pulses show their power
Zhao Qingyun's mood fluctuated greatly, and even for a moment just now, his mind went blank.
Fang Xiu's situation can no longer be described as a miracle. It is a miracle beyond common sense, beyond the scope of what he can understand, and it has become a kind of transcendence.
Broken Dantian can still be restored. No one would believe it unless they saw it with their own eyes.
"Fang Xiu, you really surprised me."
Zhao Qingyun sighed lightly.
"I can answer your question now. It was at my hands that Lin Zhengyue died. I also learned about everything the emperor did to me from his mouth. Speaking of which, I still have to thank the emperor."
Fang Xiu's thanks come from the bottom of his heart. Although the imperial power is ruthless and harms loyal people, without the emperor's cruelty, Fang Xiu's dantian will not be broken. If the dantian is not broken, the eternal temple in the dantian will not be awakened.
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Without awakening the Eternal Temple, Fang Xiu would not be able to obtain the Eternal Heaven-reaching Secret, he would not be able to forge the Nine-Nine Thunder Veins, and he would not be able to establish his own Eternal Supreme Body.
He is a true Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes, and able to stand here again as if he was reborn, all thanks to Zhao Qingyun.
If that's the case, shouldn't we be grateful to the ruthless emperor in front of us?
Of course, every code is a code, and if you have any grudges, you still have to avenge them.
He Fangxiu is not a good man or a believer, but a man who never sleeps in revenge.
"Hmph! The champion is extremely talented, the best in the world, and it is not too much to kill the innate with the ninth level of cultivation. Unfortunately, you are too impulsive. You come to me for revenge in such a hurry. If I were you, I would definitely choose
Be patient and wait until you break through the innate world before you take revenge. By then, no one in the entire desert country will be your opponent."
Zhao Qingyun snorted coldly: "You probably never thought that I have been promoted to the middle stage of Xiantian, which is two levels higher than you, and there is a big gap in realm. If I want to kill you, it will be easy for me."
Zhao Qingyun is very confident, two levels higher than Fang Xiu, so there is no reason to be unconfident.
"Easy? Then let's take action."
Fang Xiu's momentum shook, and his bones made crackling thunder and lightning sounds. At the same time, colorful lightning began to spread outside his body. It was time to truly test how strong the Nine-Nine Thunder Vein was.
Zhao Qingyun was confident, and Fang Xiu was equally confident. When he killed Lin Zhengyue before, it was almost effortless. Lin Zhengyue, who was at the peak of his early stage of innate talent, couldn't even withstand his own punch. Fang Xiu couldn't test his own combat skills from Lin Zhengyue.
force.
But Zhao Qingyun can, in the middle stage of Xiantian, it is most suitable to test the power of the Nine-Nine Thunder Veins.
"Rebellious officials and traitors, please die."
Zhao Qingyun stopped talking nonsense, rolled his yellow robe, and punched Fang Xiu suddenly.
This punch contained fierce power and was extremely fast. Wherever it passed, it left a shadow of the fist and made a harsh sound of breaking through the air.
"Well done."
Fang Xiu's eyes shone brightly. In terms of strength, who in this world can be stronger than the Nine-Nine Thunder Veins, and in terms of physical body, who can be stronger than the Eternal Supreme Body.
Fang Xiu didn't stand firm on his feet, but was as steady as a mountain. He stirred up his true energy and punched his face.
Above Fang Xiu's fist, the lightning flashed, crackled, and was breathtaking. This punch was impartial and collided head-on with Zhao Qingyun's fist.
boom!
There was a sound like iron being struck in the hall, and sparks flew out from where the two fists collided.
Everyone held their breath, and even the battle between the four great Rakshasa and the nine Xiantian realm masters paused.
Everyone present knew very well that in today's battle, who would win, who would lose, who would die, and the final outcome would depend on Fang Xiu and Zhao Qingyun.
Compared to the battle between the two of them, all other battles seemed a bit redundant and did not play a decisive role.
Kick, kick, kick!
Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, Zhao Qingyun was knocked back by Fang Xiu's punch. He took three steps back in a row, each step stepping on the ground, causing cracks in the hard rock ground.
With just one punch, the verdict was decided.
Wow...
At this time, the entire Qingyun Palace could no longer remain calm, and burst into a sigh of relief like a tide.
Countless princes and ministers looked pale and extremely ugly.
"How can this be?"
Master Li swallowed hard, and everyone looked at Fang Xiu again, as if they were seeing a ghost.
Shocked, speechless, and puzzling.
There is obviously a two-level difference between the two, so how could such a reverse ending happen?
In fact, mid-level innate masters are not so inferior. After all, compared with the pulse forging realm, there is a huge realm in between.
Zhao Qingyun is not Fang Xiu's opponent. The reason is very simple. Firstly, Zhao Qingyun's talent is mediocre, otherwise he would not have reached innateness at this age. Secondly, Zhao Qingyun has just entered the middle stage of innateness and his cultivation level is not yet stable.
At this time, when he meets Fang Xiu, who has just awakened the Eternal Supreme Body, he is naturally no match.
Also shocked was Fang Xiu himself. He was staring at the fist he was swinging, and he was also in a daze. It was obvious that his current combat power exceeded his imagination.
"As expected of the Nine-Nine Thunder Veins, my true energy is ten times stronger than when I was in the ninth level. My meridians are terrifyingly strong. The true energy in my body is probably dozens of times more powerful than the same level.
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Fang Xiu's eyes were shining brightly, and he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.
"The power of the Eternal Supreme Body has just been experienced by you. You have ninety-nine thunder veins as your own, and you can use your martial arts to test its power."
The old man's voice sounded from the Temple of the Ancients.
"Martial skills!"
Fang Xiu's eyes lit up again.
In the big world of Xuanhuang, everyone practices martial arts, and warriors are supreme. Martial arts are the most direct way to show combat power. Powerful martial arts can fully demonstrate a warrior's combat power.
"Cloud Hand."
Fang Xiu shouted loudly, his palms danced, lightning flashed, and a huge palm completely condensed with true energy covered the sky and the earth, like a tiger and a tiger, and covered the confused Zhao Qingyun.
"damn it."
Zhao Qingyun was completely confused. His cultivation level was clearly far higher than Fang Xiu's, yet he was defeated so completely. The storm in his heart had not subsided yet, and Fang Xiu's offensive was coming again.
"Jin Ning Fist."
Zhao Qingyun didn't dare to be negligent, let alone belittle him. He mobilized the zhenqi in his body to the extreme, and even used the strength to suck milk, and delivered the rolling punch.
The golden light filled the air, and the shadow of the red-gold fist was enough to break mountains and rubble.
Zhao Qingyun's eyes were red, and his golden fist met Fang Xiu's cloud-turning hand. He knew very well in his heart that the outcome of this battle would be revealed after this collision.
Boom...
The most violent collision set off a violent wave of air.
The wave rolled and swept through the entire Qingyun Hall. The tables and chairs placed around it turned into debris under the impact of the air wave. Those who were confident had not evacuated from the side door before and were hit by the air wave, screaming in agony.
The golden light and thunder light were equally dazzling. Zhao Qingyun could not resist the strong force of Fang Xiu's cloud-turning hand, and his whole body was thrown away. Blood spurted out from his mouth while he was in mid-air.
boom!
Zhao Qingyun's body landed heavily two feet away, and the ground beneath him was cracked.
Wow……
Zhao Qingyun continued to spurt blood, and the blood was mixed with internal organ fragments. His entire condition instantly became the final straw.
Silence, the huge palace, surprisingly quiet, with desperate eyes and mournful faces.
Defeated!
Zhao Qingyun was completely defeated. Under the powerful Fang Xiu, he was in the middle stage of Xiantian and had no ability to fight back. He was completely defeated in just two moves.
what to do?
This is the question in everyone's mind. What should they do next? The best master in the desert country has been defeated, but they have not forgotten that the first words Fang Xiu said when he came into the hall made it clear that he was here to rebel.
Zhao Qingyun's defeat is equivalent to saying that the champion's rebellion was successful. As the saying goes, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Those who were aggressive and threatened to kill the rebellious ministers and traitors in the hall should not humiliate the other party and show off their rhetoric.
People's inner panic has been magnified to the extreme.
The entire Mo Kingdom's nobles are here, and they have witnessed with their own eyes that the world of Mo Kingdom has undergone earth-shaking changes. No one can say for sure what the future will be like.
But if the champion wins, at least half of the people present will not feel comfortable.
Some people were trembling, their legs were bent, and they almost knelt down in front of the champion.
Ahem...
Zhao Qingyun was still coughing up blood, and his face was extremely pale.
"Father."
Zhao Qing'er hurriedly ran to Zhao Qingyun, squatted down, lifted Zhao Qingyun up, and leaned against her: "Father, how are you?"
"You can't die yet."
Zhao Qingyun forced out a cruel smile.
"Just because you can't die for the time being doesn't mean you won't die. I'm here today and I have no intention of sparing your life."
Fang Xiu carried one hand on his back and walked towards Zhao Qingyun step by step. The words in his mouth were as cold as a knife. He was like a judge who came out of hell, giving Zhao Qingyun ruthless judgment in one sentence.
"Fang Xiu, please spare my father's life."
Zhao Qing'er knelt on the ground and looked at Fang Xiu. Her eyes were full of complexity, with regret and more of hatred. But now that Fang Xiu had the upper hand, she had to put aside her dignity as the eldest princess and beg Fang Xiu to let her go.
Father.
"What qualifications do you have to plead with me? Has the eldest princess forgotten how aloof she was when she broke off the engagement?"
Fang Xiu sneered. The father and daughter in front of him disgusted him to the extreme.
At this time, you can never have any kindness. This is the enemy of life and death in front of you, and there is nothing to discuss.
Fang Xiu will never forget that Zhao Qingyun sent people to destroy him and deliberately tried to dig out the four Rakshasa, just to put them all to death.
Again, the winner is the loser. If he and the four Rakshasa fell into the hands of Zhao Qingyun today, I am afraid that all five of them would kneel on the ground and kowtow to beg for mercy. Zhao Qingyun would not even frown and wave the ruthless butcher knife.
"Fang Xiu, your revenge has been avenged and your hatred has disappeared. Your insult to me has reached the ultimate level for a woman. I, Zhao Qing'er, can't hold my head up for the rest of my life. Now the country of Desert has fallen into your hands.
Isn’t all this enough?”
Zhao Qing'er's voice was stern, and her eyes were full of tears, but Fang Xiu could see the unwillingness and anger deep in Zhao Qing'er's eyes. It was resentment that could not be concealed. This woman was enduring endless humiliation and grievances, begging for mercy from her enemy.
Put down everything, put down your dignity, just for a way out.
This kind of person is really terrible.
Those who know how to tolerate are the most dangerous enemies.
Fang Xiu shook his head and said ruthlessly: "This is a dead end. If Fang Xiu doesn't die, Zhao Qingyun must die."
brush!
While he was speaking, a sharp sword appeared in Fang Xiu's hand. The cold sword light emitted endless cold air. As soon as the sword energy came out, the temperature in the entire hall dropped.
This is a murderous sword. It has been on the battlefield for many years and has been stained with countless blood. Its bloodthirsty characteristics have given this sword a touch of spirituality. With Fang Xiu's murderous intention, the fighting sword is also excited.
Zhao Qinger wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Zhao Qingyun.
"Fang Xiu, I have nothing to say about today's defeat. If you are a man, don't embarrass Qing'er. What happened at Tianduan Mountain was my own doing, and no one else knew about it."
Zhao Qingyun said.
The court hall is desolate, and a country is in mourning.
One misstep leads to eternal hatred, and it has been a hundred years since I looked back.
Fang Xiu's murderous aura was surging and he didn't want to say another word. What happened to Zhao Qing'er? Let's not talk about it for now. Zhao Qingyun must die.
The cold sword energy, filled with the smell of death, slowly moved towards Zhao Qingyun's head.
The atmosphere of despair permeated the entire Qingyun Palace, heavy and sad!
"stop!"
At this moment, a cold shout suddenly sounded from outside the sky, and the sound echoed through the entire Qingyun Palace.
Whoosh!
Accompanying the sound, a harsh sound of wind broke through the air, and a ray of white light penetrated the solid ceiling of Qingyun Palace and roared in.
The white light was impartial and extremely fast, hitting the sword in Fang Xiu's hand.
Keng!
The white light was indestructible and easily knocked Fang Xiu's sword into two pieces.
The powerful force shook Fang Xiu's arm along with the broken sword. He couldn't hold the sword in his hand no matter what, and dropped it to the ground with a clang.
Kick, kick, kick!
At the same time, Fang Xiu took three big steps back in succession, feeling that half of his body was numb, his chest felt tight, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.
"Son."
Yu Shuai and Fang Ying, with quick eyesight and quick hands, stepped forward to help Fang Xiu.
"There are experts."
Fang Xiu's expression was extremely ugly. That random ray of white light carried a monstrous power. In front of that power, he was like an ant, with no power to resist. If it weren't for his eternal supreme body and strong physical body, he would be just
The counter-shock force transmitted from the broken sword was enough to shatter one of his arms.
The broken sword fell to the ground, which made Fang Xiu feel heartbroken. This sword had been with him for many years, he had fought on the battlefield and made great achievements. He couldn't bear to think that it would be destroyed here today.
Zhao Qingyun, who had closed his eyes, opened them again. He and Zhao Qing'er looked at each other with shock on their faces.
Who will save them?
Mo Country is a secular country and has no backing. Although Zhao Qing'er has obtained a quota to enter the Tianxuan Sect to practice, it is only a quota. Compared with Yu Shuai, it is a world of difference.
But the person who took action just now was definitely stronger than Xiantian, and was at least a master in the air control realm.
Masters of the Sky Control Realm are already warriors in the true sense, and they are people who are beyond the world. Why would they come to save them?
The warrior forces in Yunzhou never participate in secular battles and leave enough space for the secular world to survive.
Wow!
A large hole was opened in the roof of Qingyun Palace, and a middle-aged woman with fluttering robes, dressed in white, descended from the sky.
The woman looked to be about forty years old and had an average appearance. She was not beautiful, but she was not ugly either, but her aura was overwhelming. The aura she exuded casually made it difficult to breathe and made people want to prostrate themselves on the ground.
The crowd was restless, and someone was flying in the air, which was a sign of the air control realm. This woman was at least a master of the air control realm, surpassing the innate, and a true master of martial arts.
"Li Yunmo, master of golden elixir."
When Yu Shuai saw the person coming, he couldn't help but frown.
Golden elixir!
Fang Xiu and others took a breath. The master of the golden elixir was still above Yukong. The champion was so talented that he almost became the first person in the secular country, but he had never seen a master of the golden elixir.
To the secular world, a golden elixir master is a god-like existence that one can truly look up to.
"She is from Tianxuan Sect?"
Fang Xiu asked, since Yu Shuai recognized the person, there was a high probability that the person was a master of Tianxuan Sect.
"That's right, she is the Jindan elder of our Tianxuan Sect and the sect leader's biological sister. Her cultivation is on the same level as my master. How could she come here suddenly?"
Yu Shuai was puzzled.
Li Yunmo's clothes were fluttering, like an immortal descending. Her face was full of arrogance. She didn't look at anyone after she appeared. She came directly to Zhao Qing'er and said: "I am Li Yunmo, the golden elixir elder of Tianxuan Sect. Zhao Qing'er, you
Are you willing to join my sect and become my disciple?"