He also inhaled the incense, and his body's true energy was also in chaos, but Xia Shang was different.
For a person who doesn't know how to use Zhenqi or any kung fu, the chaos of Zhenqi in his body is actually a boost, allowing him to burst out with more powerful power in an instant.
Long Er was affected by the incense and was unable to concentrate his true energy. Between the decrease and decrease, the two of them reached a certain balance with their palms facing each other!
Long Er was extremely horrified. He never thought that this kid still had domineering Qi hidden in his body. It was no wonder that his previous full-strength blow did not kill him.
However, Long Er knew very well how powerful his true energy was. The true energy of the Dzogchen realm was different from others, and no amount of true energy could compete with it.
Xian Cao Deng was able to fight with him because he forcibly improved his skills and used self-mutilation to allow his Qi to reach the level of Dzogchen in a short time. However, Xia Shang was different. He could not raise himself to the level of Dzogchen.
How did he receive the impact of Dzogchen Qi?
Long Er quickly discovered the problem.
"In this mortal body, there are actually three strands of true energy in the body!"
The two energies of yin and yang in the body blend perfectly, and together they have an intensity close to the Great Perfection.
But what is even more shocking is the purple true energy in Xia Shang's body. Long Er can feel it when he comes into contact with it. This is the original true energy of the Dzogchen Master!
"There is actually a Dzogchen master who is willing to give up his life essence to this kid?"
The true essence of life is condensed by the warriors in the Dzogchen realm, and it is the foundation of their martial arts. All power is within this true essence of life. Although the true essence of life in Xia Shang's body is very small, it is absolutely extremely precious to warriors.
, a little bit at least condenses the master's twenty years of skill!
Every grandmaster cherishes his true essence as much as his life. If he loses it even slightly, his skill will be greatly reduced. Who is willing to give it to a young man who has no foundation in martial arts?
With these palms facing each other, the two equally matched energies collided and erupted into an unprecedented huge storm. The post house was shattered into pieces in the storm, with sawdust flying everywhere, and the place would soon collapse.
The storm of true energy rolled around, the four walls quietly disappeared, and the roof above turned into the blue sky.
A small posthouse seemed so abrupt on the official road in this vast wilderness. On the stage made of broken beams and broken pillars, the two people formed a lonely scenery.
As for the two people in the center of the world, two completely different energies intertwined, forming completely different styles on their heads.
On one side there are clouds and thunder, on the other side there is light and dawn...
"puff!"
Xia Shang spat out a mouthful of blood. He had underestimated the strength of Dzogchen. Even so, the strength of the other party's true energy was beyond what a young boy like him who knew nothing could understand.
But Long Er couldn't get better either. The donated blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth was still a little black, and the poison he had suppressed seemed to be starting to cause trouble...
The battle between light and darkness finally comes to an end.
"Boom..."
After a loud noise, the two figures flew to different directions and disappeared into the storm. Bloody flowers were scattered in the air, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.
On the official road, a large sedan chair carried by eight people was almost overturned by the air wave. A group of women in white clothes and gauze carrying the sedan screamed in surprise. They stopped and looked at the center of the storm in shock. I don't know.
Just what happened.
No one knows what happened to the ruins of the post house. It is as quiet as death. It seems that even the wind does not dare to disturb the place.
The only change in the silence is happening quietly...
The sky has changed, the darkness that enveloped everything is quietly dissipating, and the pre-dawn light finally shines on the earth without any obstruction. Although the ruins are only dead silence, this ray of morning light is like mellow rain and dew, nourishing new life little by little.
On the edge of the ruins, there was sudden movement in a place buried by mud and sawdust, and a young hand stretched out...
"Cough cough cough..."
The cough made Xia Shang choke on sewage, which led to an even stronger cough.
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Xia Shang finally sat up from the mud. He couldn't bear the serious injury and vomited blood. Needless to say, he was embarrassed and weak. It was a miracle that he could save his life now.
Under the morning light, Xia Shang was the only one standing there. Loneliness represented victory. He finally solved his fate and faced it head-on in the most direct way.
If an ordinary person kills a grandmaster, if anyone knows about it, it will probably go down in history.
But Xia Shang was not happy. He suddenly remembered Ruyan in the inn, and she never showed up.
Looking at the mess here, could it be that she has been buried underneath?
Xia Shang was startled and thought it was very possible. He almost crawled towards the ruins of the beams and tiles, then rummaged around bit by bit, shouting in a low voice: "Ruyan...Ruyan..."
Xia Shang's heart was very heavy. Even if the morning light in the sky was bright, it could not dispel the gloom in his heart at this moment.
Regardless of whether Ruyan is good or bad, and regardless of whether they are married or not, she is his wife and concubine after all. Even if she has no feelings, he does not want to see her killed by him.
"Ruyan!"
"Liu Ruyan..."
There was no answer, and there was no movement on the ruins.
The wind blew a few pieces of sawdust and pricked Xia Shang's face, stinging like a silver needle pricking his heart.
"Ruyan!"
"Ruyan, you...don't scare me..."
Still no movement...
Xia Shang's heart was as heavy as ice...
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the ruins!
Xia Shang was overjoyed: "Ru Yan!"
When he saw the old hand that looked like a dead tree, Xia Shang's heart suddenly sank, and he instinctively wanted to run away.
But it was too late, Cao Deng suddenly rushed out of the ruins, landed in front of Xia Shang, and grabbed Xia Shang's neck.
At this time, Xia Shang was like a dehydrated fish and could not resist at all.
Looking at the dead look on Cao Deng's face and the charred hand on his other hand, it's shocking. Not only is he seriously injured, but the poisonous gas attacks his heart. Even gods can't save him. But this man is really an old demon. It's still possible in such a situation.
Can you not die!
A withered hand was stuck on Xia Shang's neck, and he said coldly: "Xia Shang, you have finally fallen into my hands!"
While he was talking, two fingers were stuck into Xia Shang's neck, and blood was seeping out. It only took a little force to break Xia Shang's neck.
Xia Shang did not dare to move, could not move, and did not even have the strength to speak.
Now that things have come to this, how can he care about life and death? Xia Shang can no longer do anything. Now that he has fallen into the hands of others, there is no way to escape.
At this time, Xia Shang only felt a little bit of a pity, because he was only a little bit closer to completing the task of moving the heroes of the world.
It's a pity that it's still a little bit worse. This old monster Cao Deng is really difficult to deal with!
Xia Shang was helpless. He could only see that there was something in the skinny body of the grass lamp stuck in his throat. It was light and transparent, so he couldn't take a closer look.
Xia Shang suddenly felt a pain in his neck. He exerted force on Caodeng and was unable to breathe for an instant.
This time it’s really over!
Except for a trace of bitterness, Xia Shang had no regrets because he had worked hard enough in this life.
Slowly closing his eyes and smiling slowly, Xia Shang hoped to look more decent and did not want his expression to contain such a hint of fear...
However, death did not come, and the withered hand that was about to take away Xia Shang's life gradually loosened... (To be continued)