Chapter 236 The power of the Blood Demon can be suppressed with just one hand!
Rumble.
Pei Xuanjing's robes squeaked, his robes swayed, and the air flow around him surged. Every punch and palm shot was like a dragon and an elephant turning over, with infinite strength and power. Unpredictable.
An overwhelming force rushed towards Yang Tinghe, as if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, it was difficult to resist.
He only felt like a small boat swaying in the strong wind and huge waves. Facing the violent huge waves, it was difficult to resist.
Yang Tinghe's momentum exploded again, his fists blasted out, and the bloody fist seal carrier surged out with infinite power.
Boom!
A violent explosion sounded in the square, and waves of air swept in all directions.
Pei Xuanjing smiled and said softly: "That's all!"
As he spoke, he took action again.
The words carried an extremely overbearing and terrifying will, which was deafening.
He raised his white and slender palms, purple-green lightning appeared, gathered in the palm, and terrifying power came from it.
Then, he shot out with a palm.
A purple-green thunder dragon roared out with a permeating aura and surged towards them.
Boom!
The moment Pei Xuanjing took out his palm, Yang Tinghe felt terrified. The hairs all over his body seemed to be trembling at this moment. He felt the terrifying aura contained in that palm. It was an unparalleled aura that seemed to destroy the world. breath.
In a daze, he seemed to have seen himself being swallowed by the brontosaurus.
"Absolutely impossible!" He immediately suppressed this thought, and then exploded again.
Waving his arms, blood mist gathered around him, and soon a huge bloody dragon formed in front of him.
Roar!
A dragon roar shook the sky, and the giant bloody dragon let out a thundering roar and flew into the sky towards the thunder dragon.
The purple-green thunder dragon and the bloody dragon are intertwined. The blood and purple-green colors are fused and intertwined, as if two giant dragons are fighting.
Bang!
Yang Tinghe was slapped on the shoulder by Pei Xuanjing. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was swept backwards by the violent force, retreating ten feet in succession.
The huge force caused his legs to sink into the earth from the knees down, drawing two deep ditches.
hiss!
Countless people were shocked by the situation in front of them. They never thought that the Blood Demon Yang Tinghe had already shown such great strength, yet he was still easily injured by Pei Xuanjing.
Killing Taoist priests is so terrifying!
Many people secretly exclaimed in their hearts, shocked by the strength displayed by Pei Xuanjing.
A terrible thought has gradually arisen in their hearts. If nothing happens, in the next two hundred years, before Pei Xuanjing passes away, it will probably become a path that will be difficult for everyone in the world of martial arts to overcome. Natural moat.
From now on, just like his sword intent that shines like the sun, the sun will rise in the sky and dominate the world for two hundred years.
Being born in the same era as such a strong man is lucky, but also unfortunate.
Fortunately, they can use this to see how powerful the martial arts extreme realm is.
Unfortunately, their glory will be eclipsed for the rest of their lives.
“This is another Taoist Sanfeng!” Taoist Xuanming sighed secretly in his heart.
In yesterday's exchange with Pei Xuanjing, the moment he knew that Pei Xuanjing had condensed his soul through the method of refining the gods, he had completely understood.
The Pei Xuanjing in front of me is another Sanfeng Taoist from six hundred years ago. His martial arts attainments have reached the extreme of the mortal realm, and there is only one opportunity left to truly enter the spiritual realm. pity!
Since the Chongyang Patriarch, there has never been a peerless figure in Quanzhen Dao who can suppress the world.
"If it weren't for the imminent revival of heaven and earth, I'm afraid the old Taoist would never be able to match him in his lifetime!" Taoist Qingxu felt in his heart when he looked at such a powerful Pei Xuanjing.
Pei Xuanjing's talent displayed in this way makes even someone as confident as him feel dwarfed by it.
I recall that when I and Bai Xiaosheng first paid attention to Pei Xuanjing, he was still a warrior who had just been promoted to the third level. In just ten years, the other party has grown to the point where even he needs to look up to him.
However, Taoist Qingxu is not an ordinary person after all. He can't help but not feel jealous at all about Pei Xuanjing being so powerful. On the contrary, he is full of motivation in his heart.
The world is about to revive, and by that time, he can also move forward on the path of cultivation. Even if the other person is one step ahead of him, it doesn't matter. He still has the confidence to find his own path of practice.
Pei Xuanjing didn't know that the strength he was showing at the moment made everyone's hearts feel turbulent and difficult to control themselves. His attention was still on the blood demon Yang Tinghe in the distance.
After succeeding with one blow and injuring the opponent, Pei Xuanjing did not choose to take advantage of the situation to pursue him. Instead, he stopped moving and just looked at the opponent quietly.
He pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand, and put the other hand behind his back. His robes rustled, and his cold eyes looked calmly at the blood demon Yang Tinghe.
No sadness or joy, his expression was calm, as if defeating Yang Tinghe just now could not bring him the slightest sense of accomplishment and joy.
"Pei Xuanjing!"
Yang Tinghe's body shook slightly, he pulled out his legs from the ground, and then said in a cold voice with unconcealable anger in his eyes.
The hoarse voice was filled with murderous intent that was almost substantive, as if the surrounding temperature had dropped a few points out of thin air.
"It seems that you are not convinced?" Pei Xuanjing said lightly, he shook his head and sighed: "But if you only have this kind of strength, it seems that you are not as strong as the Seven Kills Sword Master who died at my hands not long ago. They are all slightly inferior."
Although the strength shown by the opponent at the moment surprised the others, it was nothing more than that to Pei Xuanjing.
In real comparison, it is not as good as the Seven Kills Sword Master who wields the Seven Kills Sword, let alone the stronger Fengdu Ghost Emperor.
He held the hilt of the Seven Kills Sword at his waist and said, "If you have any trump cards, just use them to avoid any regrets."
"You!" Yang Tinghe glared and wanted to say something, but when he saw the Seven Kills Sword on his waist, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of fear in his heart.
Although the Blood Demon Sect ranks higher than the Seven Kills Sword Sect in the Demon Religion, he also thinks that the Master of the Seven Kills Sword Sect is not as good as himself.
But he knew better how terrifying the Seven Kills Sword Master was with his ultimate burst of strength. Even he could not easily deal with the opponent's last terrifying sword move, and it would cost a lot of money.
But after Pei Xuanjing was able to easily kill the Seven Kills Sword Master, he was also able to kill the even stronger Fengdu Ghost Emperor. This was so terrifying.
What's more, he also knew that after killing these two people, Xue Wuhen had met each other.
He knew Xue Wuhen very well and knew that given the opponent's character and the circumstances at that time, if given the opportunity, the opponent would definitely kill him without hesitation.
But the final result was that Xue Wuhen did not take action and left easily without even getting back the Seven Killing Sword. This undoubtedly did not prove that Pei Xuanjing at that time was not sure that even Xue Wuhen could win it.
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