Comprehensive martial arts: At the beginning of Juxian Village, the crowd will become stronger

Chapter 166

No matter whether it is the sky or the earth, everyone is dumbfounded.

Everyone stared at Yang Ming in disbelief, as if they suddenly didn't recognize him.

"Just broke through to the state of concentration, can you be so powerful?"

Mrs. Zhao couldn't help showing an expression of doubting life.

And the other members of the Devil's Cult were even more dumbfounded, and stopped in their tracks for a moment, and did not continue to attack.

In their hearts, the two elders are simply an invincible myth. After all these years, they have fought for the holy religion, and have they ever suffered a disadvantage?
But this kid actually met face to face and seriously injured two people?

Is this still human?
In fact, let alone them, even Yang Ming himself is a little surprised now.

If he had just broken through and entered the Concentration state, he would not be so powerful, and he might win, but it is absolutely impossible to be so straightforward.

In addition to my strong foundation, pure zhenqi, and the centuries-old internal strength of the Xiaoyao School, there is actually another reason, that is, I have been completely reborn after being tempered by Long Yuan.

Long Yuan is really too powerful, just some fragmentary leftovers, and he has been able to make the original monster take a big step forward again, and get a qualitative leap.

Yang Ming felt emotional in his heart, but there was no fluctuation on his face, but there was some contempt in his eyes.

Just as Tong Baixiong hit the ground, the Holy Child had already arrived!
He was trying to avoid the light of the sword, so the momentum of the attack was slightly delayed.

A spherical area, as soon as it approached Yang Ming, the surrounding air began to condense.

In the blink of an eye, a little bit of frost began to float up.

On the leaves of the trees under Yang Ming's feet, white sublimation crystals also began to emerge.

But it was only for a moment, Yang Ming's true energy enveloped the trees, and the branches that were a little bit withered immediately stiffened again.

The frost on the top also instantly dissipated without a trace.

Yang Ming really felt that Shengtong was suffering from severe cold.

It is different from ordinary cold air, even Zuo Lengchan's ice true energy has been seen before, and the holy boy is obviously stronger than it.

This is different from the first time the two met and started fighting.

At that time, Shengtong was still good at a bloody air current, but now the number of martial arts has changed.

But Yang Ming didn't dodge or evade.

He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the holy boy.

"Dare to play cold in front of me, break it for me!"

Yang Ming's deep voice came.

At this time, the two had almost collided, and the holy boy urged his cold air domain with all his strength.

But suddenly, he was keenly aware that Yang Ming's fingertips gushed out a stronger and more pure cold air.

Its nature is completely different from its own, but its power is more than one notch better!
Shengtong was shocked.

Yang Ming's coldness, he knew before, that's why the two became enmity.

But in Shengtong's impression, Yang Ming's chill back then was not so severe.

Why did he leap forward so much in such a short period of time?

This kid, with such a rapid progress in cultivation, why can his skills also undergo a qualitative change?

Yang Ming's cold air brought an instinctive sense of oppression to Shengtong, which was a kind of powerlessness in the face of higher levels.

Now Yang Ming's Ice Silkworm True Qi has not only been completely refined, but has also achieved a qualitative leap, absorbing a large amount of cold poison and other poisons, and transforming them into his own nourishment. The power is naturally different from the beginning language.

Two streams of cold air crisscrossed in the air, and the spherical field formed around Shengtong was first squeezed and deformed like a bubble, and then burst.

The cold air it emitted met Yang Ming's ice silkworm true energy, and was swallowed directly.

Shengtong felt that his true energy was gushing out like a tide, and he was even more frightened.

The faster his zhenqi radiated, the faster Yang Ming absorbed it, as if he had opened a hole for the holy boy.

"Death to me!"

The figures of the two were almost the same, and Sheng Tong also went all out, ignoring his true energy gushing out like a tide, and directly attacked with both hands at the same time.

It can be seen that the Shengtong's fists are left and right, and just the short distance of punching has already condensed a silver-white vortex on the faces of each fist.

It was like pushing two balls, and it was advancing toward Yang Ming.

At such a close distance, Yang Ming himself didn't even bother to draw a knife.

Both hands also flashed, resisting the opponent's fist.

boom!
There was a muffled sound, and the two sides were deadlocked.

But you can clearly see the difference between high and low.

Yang Ming caught the opponent's punch, but it was just an understatement, and there were not even many other expressions on his face.

But Shengtong was already gnashing his teeth, and it was obvious that he had used all his strength.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take a step forward. The two vortex light spheres condensed on the face of his fist were the unique skill inherited by Yu Bin, the snow palm god and demon.

But Shengtong tried his best, and he couldn't even break the defense!
Shengtong, his mentality has collapsed.

"Is that so?"

Yang Ming said coldly while driving the true energy of the ice silkworm, frantically devouring the cold air emitted by it.

The opponent's attack was indeed powerful, but it happened to be restrained by the ice silkworm true energy of the same attribute as his own.

Shengtong raised his eyelids unwillingly.

However, he was kicked by Yang Ming and flew out directly.

In the fight of masters, there is such a simple kicking and kicking, like a street fight in a trance.

In fact, Yang Ming wanted to continue to absorb the other party's cold air, but Shangguan Yun had already rushed forward bearing his injuries.

Shengtong got a solid kick, and his whole body flew upside down like a cannonball.

It happened that Shangguan Yunfei was halfway there, when he raised his head, a huge figure rushed over.

Shangguan Yun was wounded, and his speed was much slower. He was directly smashed by Shengtong, and the two of them were stacked on top of each other and nailed to the ground.

On the other side, Tong Baixiong spurted blood, and just stood up from the pit several feet deep.

He received three superimposed palms of Kanglong Yougui, and was seriously injured, thanks to his physical strength far exceeding the normal level.

But Tong Baixiong just raised his head and saw the battle situation clearly.

Yang Ming sensed his movement, and he slapped out without looking back.

Kanglong has regrets again!

Tong Baixiong's pupils constricted, and his body, which had managed to stand up just now, was knocked over by a palm again.

Thick dust rose from the pit, and clods of soil shot out in all directions, and the palm pit was pushed down more than a foot again.

Tong Baixiong's whole body was deeply embedded in the ground.

Yang Ming's figure suddenly drew a long line in the air.

This is an afterimage of going too fast.

Shengtong and Shangguanyun struggled to get up from the ground at this moment, but were punched and kicked by Yang Ming and fell down again.

Shangguan Yun didn't even have time to release his own cloud and mist, and passed out directly.

And Shengtong was stepped on the chest by Yang Ming.

"You, what are you going to do?"

At this moment, Shengtong has lost all prestige, like a reversed tortoise, sliding his hands and feet desperately, but he just can't stand up.

The calmness, arrogance and arrogance on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by panic.

Once again, Shengtong felt that he was so close to death.

However, the two experiences were all brought to him by Yang Ming.

Shengtong blushed and shouted at Yang Ming.

"You, what are you doing!"

"What?"

Yang Ming sneered, and then a burst of ice silkworm true energy injected into the meridians of the holy boy.

Today's holy boy has been completely controlled by Yang Ming, and he has no resistance at all.

He could only let the true energy of the ice silkworm roam freely in his meridians.

Shengtong has absorbed a large amount of inheritance from Yu Bin, the snow palm god, and now his body is full of pure cold air.

The ice silkworm zhenqi is extremely cold and poisonous, once it enters it, it feels like a high-end buffet, and immediately begins to devour it crazily.

But Yang Ming sensed that this was indeed possible, and immediately followed up with several bursts of ice silkworm true energy.

For a moment, it seemed as if several snakes had entered the meridians of the holy boy, his icy true energy was devoured at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body began to wither gradually.

"No, don't! How could you..."

Shengtong realized what Yang Ming was doing, and shouted in panic.

But to no avail, he never dreamed that the cold air of the Snow Palm God and Demon that he fused with his thoughts would become another person's nourishment.

Yang Ming absorbed the other party's chill and was very satisfied.

His ice silkworm true qi has been improved many times in succession, and now it is very difficult to continue to improve.

The phagocytic poison no longer works, and even the cold poison snatched from Baitong's meridian has a tonic effect that is not as strong as before.

But the icy true energy in the saint boy's body once again allowed Yang Ming to find the feeling of quickly increasing the true energy of the ice silkworm.

It sounds complicated, but in fact, multi-pronged approach does not take much time.

In just a dozen or so breaths, the holy boy's body began to shrink rapidly visible to the naked eye, degenerating from a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy to a seven or eight-year-old child, worse than before.

The atrophy of the body has brought about a decline in the spirit of the whole person.

The true energy in his meridians was swept away by Yang Ming.

After a while, Yang Ming withdrew his palm.

Looking at the holy boy on the ground, a killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"You, you can't kill me. If you touch me, it's equivalent to being an enemy of my holy religion..."

Before the holy boy finished speaking, Yang Ming waved his hand, and dense saber energy swept over him.

The holy boy was cut into many pieces without even making a scream.

It was a bit similar to the previous scene, but this time, Yang Ming was not negligent.

The last time I killed the Holy Child, even his body was destroyed, but he was able to come back from the dead, who knows if it will be now...

Thinking of this, Yang Ming's eyes flashed with sternness.

The opponent was killed, Yang Ming not only did not stop, but increased the release of saber energy.

rumbling...

The saber air kept hitting the ground, twisting the holy boy's body into pieces.

At the same time, more saber air dug out a deep pit on the ground.

But this time, Yang Ming didn't notice that there were beads appearing in the body of the dead Shengtong.

It also disappointed him a little.

After venting on the ground for a long time, Yang Ming reluctantly stopped.

Looking in front of him again, he couldn't see the human form at all.

Some are just blood and minced meat mixed in the soil.

It can be said that the dead can no longer die.

But Yang Ming was still worried.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Shangguan Yun, who was seriously injured not far away, was captured by Yang Ming uncontrollably and flew over from the air.

"you……"

Shangguan Yun turned pale with shock, but as soon as he moved, another mouthful of blood spewed out.

The feeling of being in the hands of life and death is really too painful.

"Tell me exactly, is this guy dead? And the last time, why did he come back from the dead?"

Yang Ming grabbed Shangguan Yun and asked him coldly.

Shangguan Yun is a smart man, so he answered immediately.

After hearing what Shangguan Yun said, Yang Ming suddenly realized.

According to the other party's introduction, it was the holy boy who was in charge of a secret technique of the divine sect before, and he cultivated a knot pill in his body to become a substitute, and all his cultivation bases were condensed in it.

But if encountering the danger of life and death, Shengtong can escape the shell at any time, and secretly put his original fetus under the ground.

This is how the holy boy escaped last time.

Even Yang Ming didn't look at the emotion, the world is really big, there are no surprises, and there is such a miraculous technique.

However, the Shengtong used to major in the inheritance of Xu Zhan, the blood blade god and demon, so the last time he fought with Yang Ming was the Bloody Cultivation Technique.

After dying once, after returning, more than half of Xu Zhan's inheritance has been absorbed, so he turned to develop the inheritance of Snow Palm Demon Yu Bin.

This also explains why Shengtong's exercises are completely different from before.

The inheritance of the two elder gods and demons, if it wasn't for bad luck to meet Yang Ming, presumably in time, the holy boy would definitely grow into a top master in the world.

It's just a pity, time and fate.

Just as Yang Ming thought of this, he heard screams one after another.

Looking back, Mrs. Zhao gradually put away his spear.

Of course, the previous group of demon cult members couldn't let it go easily.

The old master Zhao and Master Sheng Yin killed them casually, killing them all.

Now, Mrs. Sheng Yin fished out Tong Baixiong by the way, and caught Yang Ming in front of him.

Tong Baixiong's battle body had been broken, and he was dejected. When he arrived in front of Yang Ming, he was unceremoniously thrown to the ground by Master Sheng Yin.

"Tong Baixiong, what else can you say?"

Yang Ming asked.

It's just that he was a little dazed for a moment, and vaguely recalled that when he was in the Liu Mansion, Tong Baixiong and Shangguan Yun appeared as two powerful masters of the concentration state, overwhelming Lu Bai and Le Hou. That amazing appearance also brought a great psychological impact to Yang Ming back then.

At that time, I was still thinking that I don't know when and when I can reach the strength level of the other two.

It's just that I didn't expect this day to come so fast!
"Well, young hero Yang Ming, the one who has a grudge against you is the holy boy. We are also acting according to orders. We really have no intention of becoming an enemy of you. In the future, where you are young hero Yang, we disciples of the holy religion must stay away. Please also Hold your hand high and let us go."

Shangguan Yun was suspended in mid-air by Yang Ming's dragon claws, unable to move, so he could only beg Yang Ming for mercy.

But Tong Baixiong's reaction was completely different.

Tong Baixiong spat out a mouthful of blood, and then cursed.

"Stinky boy, if you want to kill, kill it, why do you need to say more, your grandfather and I..."

Before Tong Baixiong finished speaking, he froze suddenly.

Then Tong Baixiong lowered his head in disbelief, and looked at his chest, which had already been pierced by several saber airs and opened several holes.

He thought that if Yang Ming wanted to continue interrogating him, he would at least persuade him to give in. Why didn't he follow the rules and kill him if he said so?

Shangguan Yun's scalp froze, and just as he was about to speak, Yang Ming's zhenqi transformed into a dragon's claw suddenly pinched his neck, and with all his strength, his neck broke.

puff puff-

The two bodies fell to the ground, completely dead.

Yang Ming was still not at ease, and repeatedly whipped the corpses with saber energy to eliminate hidden dangers. Seeing that they were riddled with holes, he was sure that there was nothing wrong with them, so he was relieved.

Turning around, I saw Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Sheng Yin looking at me with very strange eyes, even faintly wary.

(End of this chapter)