There are still three Dharma transmission amulets left by Dongguo Haoran in his body, which have not been used and are used to save his life at critical moments.
However, facing the terrifying strength of Holy Rakshasa, he didn't even think about using it.
It's not that he doesn't want to, but that thing is completely useless to Holy Rakshasa, and it also affects his ability to use the Qiankun Shift to relieve his force. If it weren't for the Qiankun Shift to resolve the violent attack power, he would have been beaten into a meat pie by the Holy Rakshasa just now.
In this case, if you don't use the Qiankun Shift but use the Dharma Amulet, it's no different from seeking death.
The Taiyi Light Sword Technique and the Dharma Amulet are like child's play against a guy with such terrifying strength. They are not even qualified to use them.
He could even sense from the momentum of the Holy Rakshasa's attack on Guan Fangyi's Heavenly Sword Talisman that the Holy Rakshasa had not yet used all his true strength. It was like an adult fighting with a three-year-old child, which angered the adult and made him angry.
With just a slap in the face, which three-year-old child can make adults let go of their fists and go all out?
This was the first time that he had encountered such powerlessness and helplessness, and he cried inwardly.
Even though he was at the end of his rope, he would not sit still and wait for death. He slapped the palm with the cracked tiger's mouth again, and another Qiankun Palm came out.
However, the approaching fist suddenly stopped, moving as fast as thunder and as quiet as a virgin, allowing Niu Youdao to hit it with a palm.
Bang! Vibration.
The power of this palm was nothing to Holy Rakshasa, who stopped in place without even moving.
He slapped his palm on the other person's fist without taking it back, and he kept punching and palming each other without leaving.
Feeling that the other party slapped him intentionally and there was no response, Niu Youdao looked at her in shock. What did he mean?
He didn't know if it was his own imagination, but the evil silver lines on Saint Rakshasa's face seemed to have shrunk, and his face seemed a little more humane.
Holy Rakshasa looked at him with confused eyes and suddenly asked: "Who am I?"
There was no anger in his tone, only a sense of endless confusion.
Who are you? Can you believe what I say? Niu Youdao is suspicious. He tried to fool others before, but now he has jumped into the trap. What do you mean?
However, since there was a chance for relaxation, he naturally would not give up. He tried to show kindness by holding back his hand, and the other party slowly withdrew his fist.
Niu Youdao just breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly he was startled.
Phew! Holy Rakshasa suddenly punched me again.
In desperation, Niu Youdao struck out with Qiankun Palm again, hitting the opponent's fist again, and everything was fine again, because the opponent stopped punching again.
Next, you come back and I go back and forth, you punch, I punch, the two of them fight back and forth with a tacit understanding.
There was no tacit understanding. Niu Youdao had to play with others at their own pace.
The more he played, the more surprised he became. This time, he could really see clearly. Every time he slapped him, the evil-smelling silver streaks on Saint Rakshasa's face began to shrink.
Yuan Gang, who was shocked and dazed, finally woke up slowly. His legs were still shaking, as if he couldn't support his body. After Chu Dao gasped, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the rumbling sound.
, It’s okay if you don’t look at it. When I look at it, I’m speechless. What’s going on?
I saw Holy Rakshasa punching Niu Youdao one after another, and Niu Youdao receiving the punch after punch. The two stood still and kept fighting hard.
This scene really shocked Yuan Gang. The Taoist master was so powerful that he could even go head-to-head with the Holy Rakshasa?
But it's wrong to think about it. He often works as a sparring partner for Niu Youdao. He has some understanding of Niu Youdao's strength. It's not at the same level as Saint Rakshasa's strength. It's not an exaggeration to say that they are worlds apart.
, how could it be so head-on?
Due to my lack of vision, I couldn't see clearly. I took a step forward and wanted to get closer to see what was going on with the Taoist Master and the Holy Rakshasa. However, my legs and feet went weak and I almost fell to my knees. The pestle knife supported my body and kept me from falling.
A burst of severe pain came, and it felt like every part of the body was torn apart. It was difficult to move an inch. The power of that blow was too powerful.
He was very fortunate that, as Dao Ye said, Holy Rakshasa seemed to be a little confused, and there was no practical consideration in his actions. It seemed to be a bit random and a bit based on instinctive reactions, and he just gave him a blow with his soft wings.
If he were to hit with a heavy punch, his current strength of flesh and blood would probably kill him immediately.
He looked up at the two fighting men again. No matter why Dao Ye was able to confront the Holy Rakshasa, he now regretted his recklessness. It turned out that Dao Ye really had a way to deal with it. His reckless behavior not only harmed himself, but also implicated others.
other people.
Looking back, I don't know what happened to Guan Fangyi. Yuanfang ran away and disappeared.
His whole body was in splitting pain and his legs and feet were weak. He had no way to find her, let alone help Niu Youdao.
Leaning on the knife on the ground, he slowly adjusted his breathing rhythm. The hemisphere gradually rolled around his abdomen, a red mist breathing cycle appeared between his mouth and nose, and his breathing sounded like a bellows.
The two people were still fighting. They were slapping each other back and forth. You punched me and I slapped you. They really cooperated with each other tacitly.
While typing, Niu Youdao noticed tears on Holy Rakshasa's cheeks and tears sliding down his cheeks.
Holy Rakshasa raised his other hand and gently scraped a teardrop from his sharp fingertips. Under the silver light, it was crystal clear.
His gaze shifted from the teardrops on his fingertips to Niu Youdao, and he murmured and asked, "Why do I cry and why do I feel uncomfortable?"
How could Niu Youdao know? He still wanted to ask her, what are we doing?
The opponent's punch after punch is deliberate, and his slap after slap is as careful as serving an uncle. Just have fun.
However, Niu Youdao really wanted to ask, have you had enough? If you keep playing like this, I will consume too much mana! If I am not beaten to death by then, I will die of exhaustion at your feet. Am I an unjust death?
Boom! Niu Youdao waved his palm and punched her again. The strong wind overflowed and blew away the teardrop on his fingertips.
Niu Youdao's palm on his fist was gentle, and he put his five fingers on the opponent's fist, trying to grasp the opponent's fist.
Holy Rakshasa, who slightly pumped his fist, was stunned for a moment. He felt that the other party had no ill intentions, so he hovered his arm without retracting his fist, letting the other party hold him and staring at him.
Seeing that the opponent's mood was relatively stable, Niu Youdao's mana flowed through the opponent's fist to check the situation inside the opponent's body.
You wouldn’t know if you didn’t check, but I was a bit surprised when I checked.
This demon seems to be a little different from the demons in the outside world, at least it is different from the Yuanfang he has investigated. Yuanfang's demon energy can be controlled by himself, while Holy Rakshasa's body seems to be filled with a large number of demons that are not under self-control.
gas.
This kind of evil spirit seems to be different from ordinary evil spirits.
Niu Youdao can feel that the Holy Rakshasa's body contains normal demonic energy, and those alien demonic energies seem to be constantly alienated from the normal demonic energy.
Normal demonic energy is contained in the physical body, while the alienated demonic energy circulates in the meridians and seas of qi that are different in structures between holy Rakshasa and human beings.
What surprised him the most was that the force of the Qiankun Palm that he penetrated into the opponent's body was consuming the uncontrollable demonic energy in the opponent's body. The combination of hot and cold power, and the power of yin and yang, seemed to be able to achieve the purpose of consuming the alien demonic energy.
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Yes, Niu Youdao confirmed that he was indeed consuming alien demonic energy.
The alien demonic energy was also counteracting the power of his Qiankun Palm, and it didn't take long before the power of the Qiankun Palm was exhausted.
He looked at Holy Rakshasa, and Holy Rakshasa looked at him. At this moment, their eyes collided, and they both seemed to feel the exhaustion of Qiankun Palm's power at the same time.
Niu Youdao finally understood why the other party kept fighting with him like this. It seemed that he needed his palm power to help resolve the alien evil spirit in his body, but the other party didn't seem to know how to express it.
After making some judgment in his mind, Niu Youdao immediately used the Qiankun Jue and cast a spell to input the power of yin and yang into the opponent's body to consume the uncontrollable demonic energy.
Holy Rakshasa's eyes flickered for a moment, but he did not resist.
Niu Youdao was relieved and began to let go of his hands and feet to control the magic power to refine the evil spirit in his body.
As a result, the consumption speed of the alienated demonic energy is naturally not comparable to that of a short-term palm force, and it is consumed quickly.
Not long after, Niu Youdao showed surprise and found that Saint Rakshasa's silver hair flowing like mercury was gradually turning dull, and the two pointed ear tips emerging from the hair on both sides were slowly shrinking. The evil look on his face
The silver streaks gradually disappear.
With the consumption of the alien demonic energy, not only did the silver streaks on Saint Rakshasa's face disappear, but the sharp points on his feet and hands also gradually shrank.
Gradually, the hard bones on the forehead and bridge of the nose are shrinking, and the hard bones growing outside the body are also shrinking.
My hair has turned black, and I have beautiful long black hair...
Yuan Gang, who was supporting his body with a knife, had straightened his figure at some point. The rolling hemisphere in his abdomen slowly disappeared, and the red mist from his mouth and nose was also sucked away in one gulp.
Yuan Gang suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes became bright again. His body moved slightly, and his muscles and bones crackled.
Seeing that Niu Youdao seemed to be in a stalemate with Holy Rakshasa, Yuan Gang grabbed his arm, drew his sword, and with a strong body, holding the sword horizontally in his hand, he ran away like a cheetah, hoping to help Niu Youdao.
Niu Youdao's eyes flashed, and he reluctantly raised the dislocated arm. He urgently pushed his palm towards Yuan Gang, who was rushing towards him, and signaled Yuan Gang to stop and stop messing around.
This demon king was so terrifying that it took a lot of effort to appease him. If he angered him again, it would be useless for you to rush in and try your best. The two of us together wouldn't be enough for him to shoot with one hand! Niu Youdao couldn't stop scolding him.
Yuan Gang noticed it and slowed down the speed of his mad rush.
Niu Youdao breathed a sigh of relief, slowly lowered his dislocated arm, and continued to calm down the alien evil spirit for Holy Rakshasa.
But I still couldn't help but glance at Yuan Gang a few more times. I was speechless in my heart. The monkey's physical body was too abnormal. It was an exaggeration to be able to get up after being hit by the Holy Rakshasa. Just now he was leaning on it.
He was half dead on the knife, but in the blink of an eye he was alive and kicking again, as if nothing was wrong. Do you want to be so perverted?
He found the feeling that people are more infuriating than others.
What's going on? Yuan Gang, who ran closer, was surprised and noticed something strange. He found that Saint Rakshasa's mercury-like long hair had turned into black hair, and his figure became more graceful.