The first cause of all realms

Chapter 670 Fighting the Martial Saint!

healing powers...

Feeling the surge of arrogance and surpassing the previous Yang Ju, Dark Moon Dharma King's complexion darkened, and his heart was moved.

From ancient times to the present, the reason why great master warriors have been unable to match martial saints is because of the 'martial arts will', apart from the differences in physique, true energy, martial arts, and realm.

Those who have the three elements of essence, energy, and spirit are the great masters. In this environment, the warrior's energy and blood converge, the spirit and mind are harmonious, and the body dies but the soul does not die.

And Martial Sage, goes a step further in this realm, absorbs and forges the spirit, soul, mind, soul, and essence, and thus evolves the mysterious power that allows consciousness to interfere with matter.

A man with a masculine will, his fist is like the sun like the sun, although there is no real flame and high temperature.

Where it has passed, it can also burn wood to steam water, crack the ground, and burst out with scorching light and heat.

This is the case on the outside, needless to say on the inside, under the blessing of will, the martial sage's true energy is almost as real, falling into his body, it is almost impossible to remove.

Normally speaking, for those who have been severely injured by him, even if they have the elixir and take it in time, it will take several years, or even ten years at least, to get rid of their true energy and recover.

this kid...

"you……"

While thinking about it, Dark Moon Dharma King's expression moved, and he was about to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of shouting.

"Old bald donkey, come again!"

The moment his words hadn't finished, Yang Yu had already moved, like thunder, not a false finger, but a detonation that seemed to be real like thunder.

In less than a moment, it has already crossed hundreds of feet, and with the sound of wind and thunder, the fist prints flew across the sky.

"Beast!"

The Dark Moon Dharma King let out a long howl, and amidst the turmoil of the sound waves, the color of ink boiled, covering the surroundings like night.

Yang Ju moved with strides, like lightning tearing the sky, moving back and forth, moving in all directions, amidst the burning of spirit qi and the vibration of Yuan magnetism, he broke out at such a speed that even Lu Qingting was amazed.

In a trance, it seemed that no one could see his figure, and it seemed that he was everywhere, with dozens of clones, attacking the Dark Moon Dharma King from all directions.

boom!
Light and darkness overlap at this moment.

The mighty energy and blood, accompanied by electric light and black color, were constantly circulating. In the strong wind, the two collided and roared again and again without any scruples.

The two heroes are fighting for the front, and the strength is accompanied by the surge of blood. Wherever the figure passes, everything will collapse and everything will be broken. The wind, dust, and even the earth are shaking and cracking.

After the extreme collision, Yang Qiu no longer had any scruples in his heart. With the blessing of Yuan Magnetic, he violently attacked and killed in severe pain.

Without avoiding or blocking, he displayed what he had learned and the martial arts that had been expected but had not yet formed on this Dali Martial Saint.

Overbearing Fist, Divine Fist, Old Mother Splitting Mountain...

A martial art of seventh rank, or close to eighth rank, under the blessing of extreme speed and huge strength, all burst out with terrifying strength comparable to ninth rank.

All of a sudden, this extremely frenzied attack made the Dark Moon Dharma King feel so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood.

The person in front of him was not afraid of getting hurt, but he didn't dare to be so unscrupulous that he looked very embarrassed.

But after all, he is a martial sage who has practiced for more than a hundred years. Even if he has scruples, he can still resist with this big handprint.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The collision between the two at this moment is not as terrifying as the killing hands of the two before, but the power displayed is enough to shock anyone.

The wind dragon collapsed, and Feng Junzi had to retreat again and again. Under the impact of the terrifying series of blood energy, it was difficult for Taoism to survive.

Lu Qingting backed up again and again protecting Qin Si, while Wu Jie retreated slowly with his sword, tense.

Farther away, Tantai Zhengfa's expression was extremely horrified, he never dreamed that the Northwest King was ten times stronger than the rumors!
"He actually..."

Tantai Zhengfa's hairs were terrified, and he faintly felt a little terrified. At this moment, his self-confidence was shaken.

Subconsciously backed away again and again.

Even if they were like this, the rest of the people inside and outside the battlefield were even more unbearable. Ku Ni turned pale with horror, and felt terrified at Taoist heart, secretly feeling uneasy.

Suddenly seeing a goshawk in the distance, my heart was shocked, and I shouted 'An dare to hurt my mistress', and rushed forward with a long sword.

It made Lu Qingting's eyelids twitch wildly.

"An dare to deceive me like this?!"

There seemed to be a three-foot flame emerging from the top of the head, the eyes of the Dark Moon Dharma King turned red, and he would not dodge or dodge. He would rather exchange injuries for injuries than kill Yang Ju.

boom!
It seemed to be a sound, and it seemed to be a thousand sounds, all the figures in the sky disappeared, Yang Qian retreated hundreds of feet, retreating again and again, until the ground was turned over, the blood was surging, and the spine was almost shaken to powder.

Among the ruins, the Dark Moon Dharma King opened his arms wide and his chest collapsed from the blow. He exchanged a move, and he also suffered a big loss.

For a moment, the will boiled, and the anger was already reaching the extreme.

However, with a soft reprimand, the anger in his heart was quenched with cold water, and Ji Lingling shuddered.

That was Qin Si's supernatural power that had been accumulating for a long time:
"Drive away!"

But it's not just driving away, but 'turning harm into benefit'!
This scene, in the eyes of ordinary people, is just that Yang Jue's collapsed chest suddenly swelled back, and all his injuries were separated from his body.

But in the induction of the Dark Moon Dharma King, the person in front of him seemed to have taken a big tonic suddenly, and the breath that had not fallen, seemed to be cooking oil with a raging fire, how high it jumped again!

"This……"

Junzi Feng and the others' eyelids twitched, and the eyes they looked at Qin Si became unbelievable. Such supernatural powers...

Looking at each other, several people changed their positions in unison, and each used their own means to protect Qin Si's body.

In fact, Yang Jue's methods were terrifying, but even if he appeared to come out unharmed afterwards, few people couldn't believe that he could really defeat the Dark Moon Dharma King.

But at this moment, it's different.

With such a master of supernatural powers as a support...

"What the hell?!"

With this surprise, Tantai Zhengfa had no luck in his heart, and retreated violently, pushing his lightness kung fu to the limit, making Feng Junzi and others unable to catch up.

As for the Dark Moon Dharma King, he finally had the intention to retreat.

No matter how unwilling he is, he has no choice but to waver. I'm afraid he won't be able to take down this beast today...

As for the person with the 'healing supernatural power', he glanced at Qin Si who was closely guarded by Fifth Jie, Feng Junzi, and Lu Qingting.

To kill this beast, you must kill this person first, but...

"die!"

Thoughts flashed in my mind, the one-style dark moon big handprint, which was extremely violent, smashed towards Yang Yu like a giant mountain toppled over.

Boom!

With a loud noise, Yang Jue took a few steps back, his blood surging, while on the other side, the Dark Moon Dharma King, who was like an arrow, retreated violently with the help of a collision.

"Want to escape?!"

After being stunned for a while, it was cold.

boom!
Yuan magnetism expands outward, accompanied by thousands of iron wares, Yang Jue ascends to the sky, tens of feet together, stepping soldiers holding bows,
In less than a moment, the whole body's qi and blood, together with the magnetism and light, have been poured into the arrow.

Then, Qianlong roared.

A ray of electric light pierced through the air, coming first and second, penetrating through the battlefield of thousands of feet, and stably hit in the midst of a large cloud of dust.

Boom!

After the loud noise, there was an uncontrollable muffled hum.

But in times of crisis, he made a decision. The Dark Moon Dharma King might not be unable to catch this arrow, but he did not stop, but came in the shortest time and made 13 big handprints backwards.

Accompanied by bursts of roars, he had already left in a hurry, and brought along the terrified Tantai Zhengfa along with him.

In the strong wind, he roared extremely angrily:

"Yang Prison..."

"Old bald donkey!"

With an arrow shot, Yang Jue fell to the ground, shaking his aching arm, the red color on his face faded, showing a bit of paleness.

The fight between the two was actually not long, the real collision was actually nothing more than a hundred moves.

During this period, he had the upper hand almost half of the time, but the old monk was too solid, he tossed and turned the big mudra over and over again, and he had the air of a vajra who was immobile.

No matter how he hits, he has never been able to hurt his own origin.

"The old bald donkey still has the strength to fight, if he retreats now, I'm afraid..."

His expression was serious, his original intention was to cut grass and roots, but the moment he wanted to chase, his eyes became hot.

In the dark, he smelled a deep crisis. Behind this old monk, there is probably someone who will respond to him...

Montenegro old demon?

Or, Fanruyi?

"call!"

While thinking about it, Yang Jue let out a mouthful of turbid air, and only then did he begin to perceive his own injury.

During more than a hundred collisions, the old monk defended more than attacked, and Qin Si's supernatural power drove him away, so he hardly suffered any external injuries.

However, under the vibration of the Yuan magnetic field and the scorching of the electric current, his injuries were extremely serious. However, according to his induction, the serious injuries were slowly getting better.

Moreover, from the inside to the outside, there is also a slight enhancement, not only the progress of the Yuan Magnetic True Body Art, but also the body that lifts the sky, and there seems to be signs of moving towards the second level.

call!
It wasn't until this time that the inside and outside of the battlefield calmed down. Under the gradually darkening sky, the place seemed even more lonely and gloomy.

After a short period of silence, Junzi Feng had already ordered people to clean up the battlefield, Fifth Jie let go of the hilt of his sword, picked up Fifth Baimei's body and left.

Lu Qingting sighed softly, and wandered on the battlefield with a group of his brothers and sisters, reciting Taoism scriptures for the dead soldiers.

"drive……"

Qin Si approached silently, and was about to use her supernatural powers when Yang Qian grabbed her palm.

"Brother Yang?"

She was a little surprised.

"This injury is not worth wasting your magical powers."

Holding the slightly cool palm, Yang Jue comforted softly.

The consumption of repelling has a great relationship with the object to be repelled. The consumption of repelling dust and repelling martial saint level injuries is naturally not the same.

She complied obediently, but Qin Si felt a little worried: "The old monk, I'm afraid he won't let it go..."

"So what if you don't? You can't beat me today, but in the future, it will be even more impossible."

Feeling the weakness of Yuan Magnetic's separation, Yang Yu's breath is weak, but his spirit is unprecedentedly high.

"Ah."

Qin Si responded, and immediately pointed to the Shanshan Pass: "This plague is the first to spread, I'm afraid it's here..."

"Master Yang?"

The two exchanged only a few words, Taoist Yu, who was dressed in rags, covered in blood, and breathed a little low, approached with a light cough.

"Why, is it itchy?"

Yang Jue knew who Taoist Yu was, so he glanced at him coldly and ordered him to bring Qin Si and the white dog into the pass.

Qin Si's heart tightened slightly:

"Brother Yang, don't you mean to..."

Yang Ju shook his head and walked into the battlefield:
"Clean the battlefield, by the way, wait for someone."

　Good night everyone...Chapter 2, watch it tomorrow morning
　
(End of this chapter)