Yan Song smiled sinisterly and waved his palm again with a snap of his fingers.
A powerful blue wind swept over the land with iron oxen plowing the ground.
Xia Ze's expression suddenly changed, and just as he was about to use his spiritual energy to instill it into the Divine Walking Armor and Horse Talisman above his knees, the man was already in front of him in the blink of an eye.
There are two situations when a martial artist and a qi refiner fight to the death. Either the martial artist can get closer quickly and prevent the qi refiner from forming seals, or the qi refiner can prevent the martial artist from rotating the martial artist's true energy.
The Lihuo Bahuang Sword in his hand danced up and down like a butterfly in a flower. The sword intent layer by layer, like a wave, was constantly superimposed. It was the family sword technique used by Mu Tao and Lin Luqing in their competition.
The sword intention first pierced the gust of wind, and bursts of explosions resounded all around. Yan Song's eyes were full of surprise, but his hand movements were not slow at all. He clamped Xia Ze tightly with two fingers in one hand and stabbed him. Sword, the other hand constantly condenses the powerful fist spirit.
The wisps of invisible sword energy swayed on Yan Song's body. In addition to destroying his upper body clothes, only faint white traces were left on Yan Song's bronze skin. The physique of this Sixth Level warrior was as hard as pig iron.
No matter how hard Xia Ze tried, he could not pull the sword out of Yan Song's hand. The fist in the man's hand had condensed into black energy visible to the naked eye, and the murderous intent in his eyes had reached its peak.
"Boy, let me teach you a lesson. This is how a peak-level martial artist's fist is used."
The man was about to strike down with a punch. Xia Ze suddenly let go of the sword in his hand, and his hands quickly formed seals in the blink of an eye.
"Thunder in the Palm?"
The white electric light illuminated Yan Song's murderous expression, making it even more terrifying. A strong bolt of thunder and lightning spurted from the young man's palms, pouring onto Yan Song's face. The criss-crossing streams of fire and lightning were like small snakes. Yan Songzhou's body wandered around, and even the hair on the top of his head suddenly stood up due to the electric current.
The gap between the Stone Realm and the Peak Realm is beyond the description of the natural chasm. Of course, it cannot cause huge harm to him, but it is enough.
Yan Song's figure sluggished for a moment, and Xia Ze took advantage of the situation to pull out the Lihuo Bahuang Sword between his fingers. Unexpectedly, the punch containing a strong punch was still struck, and with a sound An explosion resounded through the sky, and a nine-foot-deep fist mark appeared where Xia Ze was standing. The shattered rocks and dust were blown high into the sky by the terrifying fist...
Xia Ze was knocked away by this wave of air, rolled three feet on the ground, and finally hit a tree with his head. The tree was broken at the waist before he stopped.
Xia Ze vomited out a mouthful of blood, and his body was churning like a sea.
As the golden armor on his body shattered all over the place, the Heavenly King Armor Talisman suddenly shattered.
If this high-level talisman hadn't offset most of the fist power, and the pendant on his body had also suffered some damage, with his current cultivation level, he would have probably been at Naihe Bridge against the fist power of a Sixth Realm martial artist. Let’s drink Meng Po soup.
It's not that he is reluctant to part with this semi-immortal weapon in his hand. When he really faces a strong man like Yan Song, relying on this sword to use the wooden family swordsmanship is his only chance. Losing this sword is like fish on the chopping board. , to be slaughtered by others.
"Didn't you just say that you would take care of me as well? Why, now you know how powerful he is?" The smile on Yan Song's face was full of murderous intent, and he slowly walked towards Xia Ze's position.
Xia Ze had a bitter look on his face and smiled mockingly. He found it very difficult to stand up even with the support of his sword.
"First, I brought a semi-immortal sword, then the divine walking armor and horse talisman, the heavenly king hanging armor talisman, and then I used the palm thunder in the Taoist Five Thunder Tiangang Zhengfa. Boy, I have more respect for your inheritance and following. I’m getting more and more curious.”
Yan Song came to Xia Ze, took off the pendant from his neck, and kicked him down.
"But don't hold out hope, I will still kill you here, no matter what sect's power is behind you."
Yan Song looked at the pendant in his hand, opening and closing slightly like a heart, and the strange lines on it were accompanied by "breathing"
, flashing rhythmically, but no clues can be seen.
Xia Ze suddenly started laughing loudly, even though he was seriously injured.
Yan Song looked suspicious: "Hey, boy, why are you laughing?"
Xia Ze laughed so hard that his whole body trembled. It wasn't until Yan Song stepped on his chest and stepped him into the dirt that he stopped laughing.
Xia Ze coughed out two mouthfuls of blood, and the mocking sarcasm in his eyes did not diminish at all: "So what if you are a martial artist in the Sixth Realm? I really wonder if you have trained your brain into muscles over the years. How can you, such a stupid person, survive? At this age."
Yan Song heard this taunt and was about to kill Xia Ze when he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his palm. This feeling quickly turned into a heartbreaking pain that went straight to his internal organs.
Yan Song looked at the palm of his hand and saw that the strange pendant was sucking his blood. As the blood continued to enter the jade pendant, the lines on the jade pendant shone brilliantly and flashed crazily.
In the distance, for some reason, the horse carrying He Xi suddenly raised its hoofs high and screamed in agony. The horse's eyes gradually turned gray-white, and patches of fish-scale texture began to appear on its body, and flames burst out from the horse.
The horse, whose appearance had changed greatly, scraped hard on the ground with both front hooves. It carried He Xi and ran non-stop towards the town. As it ran, a gust of wind and flames swept up, and the flying clouds and lightning disappeared. .
Yan Song screamed in his heart that he had not fallen into the trap, and was about to run after him.
Suddenly, there was a cold and biting pain in the meridians of his body. He had no choice but to endure the severe pain and threw the pendant in his hand, along with the flesh and blood in his palm, to the ground with a stabbing sound.
Where the blood was low, the grass on the ground was covered with a light layer of white frost, and Yan Song's facial features were almost twitching to the point of deformation due to the severe pain. The cold air flow suddenly flowed into the veins of the body, and even hindered the true Movement of air.
"This thing... is poisonous?"
The strange jade pendant rolled on the ground, scraping off Yan Song's flesh and blood. After a few bounces, it flew back to Xia Ze's palm.
"Well done, little guy." Xia Ze smiled, then immediately strode towards Yan Song and punched Yan Song's abdomen.
Yan Song endured the pain, his body was a little sluggish, and he resisted with one hand. The young man suddenly changed his offensive, jumped up high, then stepped heavily on Yan Song's shoulder, and ran away.
The young man crossed Yan Song, picked up the magical armor and horse talisman, and plunged into the deep mountains.
"Good boy, he is so cunning and insidious. If I don't kill this person, I swear I will not be a human being."
Yan Song took a deep breath of martial arts energy and spat out another mouthful of blood. The toxin was quite tricky, clinging to his veins like the roots of an old tree. Trying to force it out with his energy was simply a wishful thinking.
Without hesitation, he took out two Yin Cao Jiu Shou Pills from his arms, swallowed them in one gulp, and his complexion quickly returned to normal. However, this Yin Cao Jiu Shou Pill was extremely effective, but it could only temporarily suppress the accumulated toxins, and had serious side effects. , it will wear down the martial artist's body bit by bit, and he will never take it unless absolutely necessary.
As for Qian Dai, who had died long ago, according to his original plan, he would become a murderous puppet with no humanity at all in less than half a month.
Yan Song thought for a moment and realized that the woman named He Xi had been brought back to the town by the strange horse. There was also a saint sitting in the town. Going back was tantamount to seeking death.
In this case, you must not let that cunning wild boy go, kill him first, and then seize the semi-immortal weapon!
Yan Song slowly walked towards the deep mountains. The trees around him were washed away by this chilling air, and the iron trees burst into bloom...