A cloud of blood mist floated away, and all the flesh and blood on Yu Anjun's arms were shattered into powder, leaving only the forest-white bones.
The power of the palm penetrated into Yu Anjun's body, blasting out thousands of holes and countless bloody holes. They were all located in Yu Anjun's body, acupoints and energy channels.
And Yu Anjun's whole body was like a clay figure without bones, and he collapsed limply on the ground. With just this palm of Zhuang Wudao's hand, Yu Anjun's true energy and inner energy that he had cultivated for twenty years were completely wasted, and his spiritual roots were damaged.
The meridians are all gone.
Ten feet away, Gai Qiancheng opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and then looked at Zhuang Wudao with a slightly dazed look.
"You crippled him? You actually crippled his disabled fellow disciple, how dare you -"
"It is unavoidable to be careless when taking action and get injured accidentally. Isn't this exactly what you want?"
When he said this, Zhuang Wudao had already left the place, and the corners of his lips were full of sneers. Did he think that since he was from the same sect, Zhuang Wudao would be merciful?
How could he not know what Wei Feng's purpose was in pushing these people out? Did he think that being a disciple of the same sect of Jindan would make him Zhuang Wudao and not dare to take action?
The demon-suppressing Jadezan Kei waved in his hand, sending out a thick circle of magnetic energy. With one movement, he drew all the dozens of spiritual weapons around him aside.
Then Zhuang Wudao suddenly rose into the sky again and rushed towards the female cultivator who called "Ling Ruo" in the air.
This woman's consecutive spells not only trapped his five thunder warriors, but also created a large amount of water mist, which contained illusory power, causing him to almost lose his mind several times and almost fall into an illusion, which was extremely annoying.
.
This woman stood still in the void, obviously preparing some large-scale spell, and even Zhuang Wudao did not dare to ignore it.
The escape speed was still extremely fast, and Zhuang Wudao had already rushed to a height of fifty feet in just a blink of an eye. When the female cultivator saw this, her beauty immediately turned pale. However, she did not panic. She uttered a short spiritual word, and her body
It instantly turned into pieces of liquid, dripping everywhere. At the same time, a large amount of black liquid spread out.
Zhuang Wudao narrowed his eyes slightly, and the coldness in his eyes became stronger. His spiritual consciousness was locked on the true location of the female cultivator from beginning to end.
Those black liquids were highly poisonous, and even the magnetic energy outside his body was difficult to resist. However, Zhuang Wudao didn't need to resist, and he had already moved to the rear in a flash.
At the same time, the Xuanyang Sword of Three Talents, attracted by his thoughts, circled and flew back to his hand.
"Pseudo mysticism, sword drawing style"
Zhuang Wudao has mastered this hand-sword style to the point where he no longer needs to stick to the rules. He can flexibly change and adapt to circumstances. It no longer needs to be limited to when the sword is unsheathed.
And as the sword shadow flashed, a rainbow light suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth. The figure of Ling Ruo once again appeared behind a water curtain. Locked by Zhuang Wudao's sword intent, his pretty face,
There was no trace of blood left.
In an instant, countless streamers were spit out from her sleeves and covered in front of her. There were also dozens or hundreds of spiritual talismans, one after another, forming spells of various shapes in front of her.
Fa. I just want to be able to block Zhuang Wudao in front of me even for a moment.
"Lingruo"
Feng Yu below roared again. But this time it was no longer a surprise, but a panic.
“The shopkeeper doesn’t need to worry”
Not far from his side, there was another Foundation Establishment monk who also rose into the sky. He stepped on a flying sword and swept over forty feet in one breath.
"Pseudo Wushuang, Seven Stars Destroy the Army"
Astonishingly, seven silver cone shadows suddenly shot up from bottom to top. With a huge momentum, they collided directly. Two of them were the side of Zhuang Wudao's head and the magnetic energy gang outside him.
After the gas collided, it suddenly rotated rapidly, flashing countless sparks.
Zhuang Wudao didn't pay any attention to it at all. The sword in his hand was still moving forward, extremely sharp. A layer of purple light floated outside his body.
"Dutian Yudao, Divine Thunder and Heavenly Death"
With the thought, there was a huge purple thunder light, suddenly falling from the void. For half a year, he used Dutian Shen Lei and Nanming Lihuo to refine the demon body. In addition to exorcising those demons, it also made him more capable of thunder and fire.
Feeling and understanding have reached an extreme level.
Due to his limited cultivation, Zhuang Wudao cannot make any further progress in his "Shangxiao Yingyuan Cave True Thunder Control Method", but his control over the Dutian Divine Thunder has reached a superb level. He doesn't even need the guidance of magic words, just a thought
, you can control a large number of Dutian Divine Thunder.
As soon as the lightning exploded, the seven silver cones that came through the air were stagnated for a moment. However, Zhuang Wudao's sword shadow had already broken through the overlapping spell barriers at this moment, and then blocked it.
All the pink ribbons were chopped into pieces.
The shrill shadow of the sword flashed away and then disappeared. But on the face of the female cultivator opposite, starting from the top of her head and forehead, it split from top to bottom, and a neat line of blood shot out at the same time.
Shockingly, his entire body had been neatly cut in half by this sword and fell to the ground.
Then Zhuang Wudao casually used his hand and shot straight towards the seven rays of silver light that were still spiraling endlessly.
With eight times the power of three hundred and twenty elephants, he directly smashed one of the silver cones into a pancake shape. And the remaining ones were all forcibly shot away by Zhuang Wudao's tyrannical palm power.
At this time, Zhuang Wudao's gaze had already gone down and landed on the foundation-building monk who was flying into the air.
The latter's complexion changed drastically, his figure dropped sharply, and he no longer dared to stand still in the air. The blade like a butterfly wing suddenly surged out from his back, blocking and covering the space of fifty or sixty feet above him, trying to cut off Zhuang Wu.
Dao followed and pursued.
At this time, Feng Yu had rushed to the chest of a Thunder Fire Warrior and punched the place. The overwhelming power, with just one blow, destroyed the Thunder Fire Warrior's chest and the core magic hidden inside.
Mash them all.
He forcibly destroyed one of the five Thunder Fire Warriors, and the magnetic field formation covering an area of 1,000 feet instantly melted away and disintegrated.
And Feng Yu also raised his head and roared unwillingly: "Zhuang Wudao, you rat, do you dare to fight me head-on?"
With endless killing intent, anger, hatred, and a trace of regret, the sound shook the sky.
Zhuang Wudao's face remained unchanged, but a faint layer of blood appeared all over his body.
"A head-on fight? That's as you wish."
The whole body suddenly flew down, and a palm came out, which was the magical power 'Big Broken Cloud'. The secret technique 'Blood Ape Transformation' greatly increased his strength.
This is not the complete version after summoning the Sun-Eating Blood Ape and the War Soul. It is a version that Zhuang Wudao improved according to his own physical condition. He reduced at least 70% of the content and fully adapted to his own body. It is far inferior to the real version.
'Blood Ape Transformation'.
However, it also increased his basic strength from forty to sixty.
And 'Big Suiyun, at its highest at this time, is fifteen times more powerful.'
"A thousand swords are hard to hurt, and all methods can't attack me. The calamity of heaven and earth, I can do whatever I want."
Thousands of blades in the air could hardly hurt him. His body was well divided. He passed through the air and sank into the mountain with one palm.
Feng Yu's pupils shrank, and then the fat bones all over his body shrank violently and turned into strong muscles. The whole person turned into a six-inch child, with his feet on the ground and a palm strike upwards.
Sheng is not inferior to Zhuang Wudao.
"Vajra Prajna, a boy worships Buddha"
"boom"
The entire Linhaiji seemed to be experiencing an earthquake at this time. Large areas of houses around it collapsed one by one. Even if they were blessed by spiritual formations, it would not help.
Those casual cultivators watching the battle who were closer, regardless of their level of cultivation, were bleeding from their ears. Smoke and dust were flying, and strong winds were rising. Some of the cultivators with lower cultivation levels were directly hit by this unparalleled force of energy.
The impact caused it to fly hundreds of feet away.
At this time, a crater with a radius of 130 feet suddenly appeared in the center of the impact. Feng Yu's entire body also sank into the ground, and his feet, chest and abdomen were all buried in the soil.
His face turned red, his body was full of true energy and blood, and even though he was bulging with moisture several times, he could not push away Zhuang Wudao on top of his head. Instead, his skin was cracked all over his body.
The whole street suddenly fell into deathly silence. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure of the young man in the center who forced Feng Yu's body into the ground, and they could not move away for a moment.
Na Fengyu, as the shopkeeper of Linhai Branch of Haitao Pavilion, is considered to be the most famous person near Linhaiji.
His strength is well known to everyone. Many people know that even some late-stage Foundation Establishment monks may not have the strength to take down this person.
However, such a person was defeated by Zhuang Wudao with one palm and was forced into the ground.
At this time, most of the monks watching the battle, including the few dozen foundation builders, were afraid of being affected again, so they retreated far away. Some familiar people even made eye contact, with shock on their faces.
A look of doubt.
"Who is this person? What a powerful palm power?"
"I heard that Feng Yu, call him Zhuang Wudao?"
"You are so young and you don't seem to have used any beauty techniques. You are definitely not over 20 years old."
"Zhuang Wudao? Lichen Sect, Zhuang Wudao? I remember that he was a secret disciple of Jiefa Zhenren. Two years after he started, he was already in the late stage of Qi training. During the chaos in Soochow, it is said that this boy came to the fore and conquered Dongli Dinghai.
Mr., he was forced to death at the foot of Wuming Mountain——"
"But the legend says that this son doesn't have a fifth-grade spiritual root?"
"A fifth-grade spiritual root can defeat Feng Yu in less than ten years of cultivation? I think that palm just now has at least 700 elephants of power."
"I am not the only one to say that with the wisdom of Master Jiefa, I will never accept a disciple with ordinary qualifications into the house at this time. This time in Xuanling Mountain, I really picked up a big fish."
"I once heard a ridiculous thing, and I don't know if it's true or not. In the last competition, Zhuang Wudao was supposed to be defeated by Ming Cuifeng's sect. But I don't know what happened, but he was rejected by the real person of Wu Jing Dao Hall.
, he had to be dismissed from Lichen. In the end, he was picked out by the Master Jie Fa Zhenren Fu Zhao and was included as a disciple."