Chapter 380 Calling for war, the fighting spirit of the four military formations
"boom!"
While the vitality of the dragon whale's body was suddenly raised to the Soaring Dragon Realm, Xu Taiping stepped forward with force. The force under his feet caused the Golden Scale Platform to tremble suddenly, so that the runes protecting the Golden Scale Platform emerged.
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"Kakaka!"
Then, amid a sound of friction between joints and muscles, Xu Taiping exhaled a long breath and opened the Great Sage Boxing Fighter's stance.
Under the burning energy and blood, the blood on Xu Taiping's body turned into blood mist, rising up in wisps.
Looking from a distance, his figure is like a pillar of fire, standing at one end of the golden scale platform.
And just by setting up a boxing stance, the people in the surrounding stands could clearly feel the power of the entire Golden Scale Pond, and began to converge into Xu Taiping's boxing power.
This process only takes place within a breath or two.
When everyone was surprised by the changes in Xu Taiping, Xu Taiping, who was originally focused on the fist, suddenly opened the lotus pupil in his left eye.
"boom!"
The aura that was originally covered by the lotus pupils swept across the entire Golden Scale Pond like a volcano erupting in an instant.
"Ye Feiyu, do you dare to compete with me?"
Just when everyone was filled with fear, Xu Taiping's voice suddenly exploded on the golden scale platform like the sound of thunder.
This sound caused many warriors present to react immediately.
For example, Zhang Moyan was sitting next to Lu Rushuang.
"I didn't expect that I would actually see the battle between martial arts at the Golden Scales. My uncle's vision was indeed right."
Zhang Moyan sat on the chair, leaning forward slightly, staring at Xu Taiping on the golden scale platform without blinking.
Lu Rushuang had also reacted long ago, but until now it was hard for her to believe that their Qingxuan Sect could actually produce such a pure martial artist.
r “How dare you fight with me!”
At this time, Ye Feiyu's voice with a hint of madness also exploded on the golden scale platform.
As early as when Xu Taiping opened his fist, Ye Feiyu had already sensed Xu Taiping's aura of ultimate intention that was similar to his own, and instinctively felt the desire to defeat the opponent in his heart.
"bass!"
As the words fell, Ye Feiyu, whose sword power had not dissipated, suddenly pulled out a long sword from his waist.
The moment the long sword was unsheathed, his body hanging upside down in the air suddenly stepped on it with both feet.
"boom!"
In an instant, amidst the roar of Qi explosion, Ye Feiyu, who was holding two swords, opened his eyes wide, with a twisted smile on his face, and with the tornado-like sword Qi, he slashed straight from the air towards Xu Taiping below.
As for Xu Taiping's body, at the same time that Ye Feiyu slashed down with his two swords, he suddenly opened his arms, gathering all the strength accumulated in every bone and muscle in this body into his fist, and punched the body.
Sword shadows filled the sky and blasted past.
When this punch came out, the fist force, intention, and fist energy condensed on his fist suddenly manifested into a huge fist shadow, and along with his fist, it hit the sword shadow all over the sky.
"Boom!——"
The shadow of the sword collided with the shadow of the fist, and the huge sound of the collision made many monks' scalps numb, and the agitated air waves turned into strong winds and rushed toward the surrounding stands.
Barriers made of cyan halos rose one after another in front of the surrounding stands.
The monks completely did not expect that this was the fourth round of the competition, and the aftermath of the fight had already activated the formation protection of the Golden Scale Pond.
"boom!"
What everyone didn't expect was that the sword shadow formed by Ye Feiyu's two swords was actually blown away by Xu Taiping's punch.
After the sword force was broken, Xu Taiping's fist was no longer blocked and struck heavily on Ye Feiyu's boneless body.
The tremendous power of the Ji Jing Ba Xia style, combined with Qian Zhongjin's technique, caused even this body that could not turn into bones to suffer from Xu Taiping's punch. The skin and flesh were torn apart, and the blood mist exploded.
In the battle of martial arts extremes, Xu Taiping regained the victory. .??.
After seeing Xu Taiping's punch clearly, the martial god Zhu Huai in the stands had a very serious expression, and now he became even more solemn.
"No matter who wins this battle, it will be the biggest obstacle to your victory this time, Your Highness."
Zhu Huai patted the railing of the stands hard with his hand.
"Master, is this ultimate intention of martial arts and the improvement it can bring to cultivators a bit exaggerated?"
The third prince was a little puzzled.
In his opinion, even if the two people in front of him have understood the ultimate meaning of martial arts, the areas where they can improve are still very limited.
"You won't say that when the winner between these two is completely determined."
Zhu Huai shook his head solemnly.
"boom!……"
While the two were talking, Xu Taiping, who had clearly broken Ye Feiyu's sword with a punch, suddenly had spell patterns composed of ant-sized runes appear on his body, and soon a ball of blood mist exploded around him, and his body
The skin is also torn apart.
"Two wounds to the cursed body."
After seeing this, the third prince frowned, and then said with a solemn expression:
"In my opinion, compared to the martial arts ultimate intention, Ye Feiyu's cursed body and ghost-sealing blood are more noteworthy."
Zhu Huai did not argue with the third prince, but raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said:
"Look, a martial artist who is qualified to compete for the ultimate goal of martial arts will not fall in front of a mere cursed body."
As if to confirm what he just said, the pain caused by the two-injury curse body to Xu Taiping only made him stumble a little, and he immediately hit Ye Feiyu with his fist again.
"Zheng!..."
Ye Feiyu's expression at this time has turned into a distorted and crazy look. Amidst the crazy roars, he let the two swords in his hands carry the sword power, sword energy, and sword intent to form a violent sword shadow, one sword after another.
A sword struck Xu Taiping.
"Rumble!..."
Viewed from a distance from the high platform, what Xu Taiping faced looked like a storm formed by a sword blade.
Many monks shuddered after seeing this scene.
The sword cultivator's killing power itself is very astonishing. At this moment, Ye Feiyu, who has already exerted his swordsmanship to the extreme, has brought the sword cultivator's killing power to the extreme.
Some monks tried to put themselves in Xu Taiping's position and deduce it. In the end, they only lasted a few breaths and then gave up the deduction with sweating profusely.
If they were asked to evaluate Ye Feiyu at this moment, he should be a tireless killing puppet.
"boom!"
Just when the monks thought that the storm formed by Ye Feiyu's sword blade was about to crush Xu Taiping mercilessly while saving the defeat, a fist shadow filled with the aura of the extreme realm hit him hard.
Above the storm formed by the sword blade.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Immediately afterwards, the second shadow of fists, the third shadow of fists, and the fourth shadow of fists, one punch after another, alternately bombarded the storm formed by the sword energy.