Meteor Sword!"

Seeing the white giant palm pressing on his head, Ye Xiu's expression was flat, and he raised his long sword and stabbed it at the top of his head.

In a second, a little cold light flickered, and Ye Xiu also stabbed out eleven swords, one sword was not much, one sword was not much, it was the only sword that Shu Qingwu used when he faced the Bloody Demon Ancestor.

Eleven o'clock sword light was like a red-hot soldering iron, stabbing the seemingly invincible white giant palm into eleven holes.

The same sword, also from the Snow God Valley's "Meteor Sword Technique", was used in Ye Xiu's hands, and there was a big gap between it and Shu Qingwu's day.

The white giant palm suddenly fell apart, and it was incomparably condensed enough to open the mountain and crack the stone, and it couldn't stop Ye Xiu's seemingly ordinary sword.

The Blood Demon Patriarch chuckled, understanding that Ye Xiu was still angry for his woman when he used this trick.

He didn't say any nonsense, the person was still in mid-air, and another punch hit Ye Xiu's head.

A milky white fist mark pierced through the void, pulling a long trail through the air, like the tail flame of a meteor.

This time, the fist mark was only twice as large as an ordinary fist, far less powerful than the first white giant palm.

"Brush!"

Ye Xiu was still a meteor sword, eleven o'clock sword light pierced the white fist mark, this time, it took several seconds to pierce the fist mark.

Obviously, the second move of the Blood Demon Ancestor was more condensed and powerful than the previous move.

Why is there such a big gap between the inner strength martial artist and the grandmaster?

The strength of the two physical bodies is different, but there is no very exaggerated difference, the physical bodies of the two are not as terrifying as the horizontal training grandmaster, and the physical body alone can crush the opponent.

The biggest gap between the two lies in the quality of internal strength.

Even if the internal strength martial artists who have also cultivated for thirty years have a vast amount of true qi in their bodies, compared to the grandmaster, their internal strength is only fat, not strong.

Compared with the grandmaster, the internal strength of the martial artist is very rough, full of many impurities, and the purity is too low, just like the difference between a wooden sword and a steel sword.

And ordinary Transformation Realm Grandmasters can't condense their internal strength to the extreme, only a Divine Realm powerhouse who has comprehended the truth of heaven and earth can do it.

And the second move of the Blood Demon Patriarch, the outgoing Gang Qi has been extremely condensed, like a substance.

If his next move can condense the fist seal to the same size as his own fist, it will prove that the internal strength of the Blood Demon Ancestor is infinitely close to that of a God Realm powerhouse!

Of course, the powerhouses of the Divine Realm, also known as the "Land Immortals", already have all kinds of incredible means, such as flying in the air, turning over rivers and seas, and so on.

The most conspicuous and unique sign is that the powerhouses of the Divine Realm can communicate with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and form their own "domain" within a certain range.

Once someone falls into the realm of a god realm powerhouse, life and death are all in the mind of a god realm powerhouse. Such a super-strong person is a true immortal in the eyes of mortals.

Because the Bloody Demon Patriarch has not yet realized the true meaning of the "Divine Realm", he only has internal strength comparable to the Divine Realm, and there is still a huge gap in other aspects, so when he encounters a strong person in the Divine Realm, he still has only a losing situation.

It's too late, it's too late, the Blood Demon Patriarch has already come to the top of Ye Xiu's head, and an almost transparent aura appears from his fist and smashes down towards Ye Xiu's head!

Ye Xiu used the "Meteor Sword Technique" for the third time, and this time, the eleven o'clock sword light was just on the transparent fist print, pointing out eleven small dots the size of sesame seeds.

The fist mark has not dissipated, and the Iron Fist of the Bloody Patriarch himself has fallen like a meteorite!

Ye Xiu smiled slightly, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed it towards the void.

The seemingly delicate and white palm was cast like steel, not only blocking the transparent fist mark, but also holding the iron fist of the bloody ancestor in his hand.

This was the first real contact between the two of them, and there was no earth-shattering roar, as if nothing had just happened.

Ye Xiu did not move, but the treetops under his feet could not withstand the majestic force, and the leaves that formed the crown of the tree all shattered into green powder, and countless branches broke one after another.

Ye Xiu's body sank down, and his left hand lifted towards the sky, pushing the Bloody Demon Patriarch out.

"Yes, I didn't expect your internal strength to reach the level of Fupu's return to the truth. Maybe one day, you will most likely step into the realm of God. Ye Xiu nodded lightly as he fell, extremely appreciative.

When he had said this, he had already come to the ground.

The Bloody Demon Patriarch also landed lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Ordinary grandmasters only know about penance and internal strength, but they don't know that the more internal strength the better, nor the more refined the better. Heaven and earth are silent, the avenue is invisible, the invisible internal strength, and the internal strength integrated with nature are the most powerful internal strength!"

"Okay!" Ye Xiu couldn't help but praise: "I really didn't expect that you could still see the true meaning of internal strength." You're a good match, Bloody, and a worthy opponent to be respected. You've already attacked me three times, next, take me with a sword!"

"Broken mountains and rivers!"

Ye Xiu stepped out, and the sword in his hand slashed forward, and a snow-bright sword qi soared out, and it was five meters long!

The Blood Demon Patriarch was slightly stunned, the distance between him and Ye Xiu was about a little more than five meters, but the length of the saber itself and the five-meter-long sword qi happened to envelop his body.

Ye Xiu's move "Broken Mountains and Rivers" is not much more powerful than the white giant palm of the Blood Demon Ancestor's first move.

"He kept saying that I can see through the true meaning of internal strength, then he should know that whether it is a fist print, palm wind or sword qi, it is not that it looks scary. Why did he make such a big battle as soon as he made a move?"

The Bloody Patriarch was puzzled in his heart, thinking about it, his movements were not slow at all, and he waved his sleeves towards the top of his head, and a strong wind whistled away, this strong wind had the power of a cannonball, enough to blast down an outer wall. However, before Ye Xiu's five-meter sword qi, it was like tofu encountering molten iron, and it was easily split.

"How is it possible?!" The Blood Demon Ancestor's face changed, his toes touched the ground, and his body retreated violently.

Boom!

The Blood Demon Patriarch had already retreated to Ye Xiu's ten meters away, but on the ground where he was originally standing, there was a sword mark that was more than six meters long, half a meter deep, and palm-wide!

"Your internal strength has not been condensed to the extreme, why do you have such great power?" the Blood Demon Ancestor asked in a deep voice.

Ye Xiu said indifferently: "I thought that this sword would be able to kill you." Of course, it doesn't take much effort. ”

In other words, I thought that I could kill you with a casual move, so naturally I didn't need to use real kung fu.

"Okay!" The cold light in the eyes of the Bloody Demon Patriarch soared, and he was obviously angry: "Ye Xiu, I don't deny your talent, the 24-year-old Grandmaster can indeed shock the whole world." But you shouldn't hold it up, and you shouldn't go up the mountain. ”

"I have been on this mountain for more than 30 years, every day and every night, my internal strength is constantly going deep into the ground, and the longest silk thread formed by internal strength has gone deep into the ground 25 meters! I know everything about this mountain, and this is my home field. ”

"On my home turf, you will surely die!"

With that, the Bloody Demon Patriarch spread out his arms, and slowly raised his palms towards the sky, and at the same time, the ground under Ye Xiu's feet trembled slightly, as if some terrifying monster was about to break out of the ground.

Chen Taixuan, who was near the top of the mountain, also sensed the vibration of the surface, his face was solemn, and he shouted in a low voice: "Ten steps back!"

Nalan Wanqing and the others retreated together, and Li Xinjie and the three of them slowed down, but their movements were not slow.

Chen Taixuan retreated backwards while staring at the mountain in front of him.

I saw that dozens of white silk threads rose from the ground to the sky, sweeping towards Ye Xiu like a spiritual snake.

"According to the blood demon, the silk threads formed by these internal strengths are what he has buried in the ground all these years? How can he keep his internal strength in the ground? Not to mention that in years, even if it is maintained for a day, it is an unbelievable thing!"

Chen Taixuan's heart shook violently.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Ye Xiu smiled slightly, the long sword in his hand slashed in the air, his five-meter-long sword qi did not dissipate all the time, the giant sword in his hand passed through the air, although those white silk threads were as tough as steel wires, they did not resist for long before they were cut off.

The broken white silk thread seemed to have lost its vitality and staggered to the ground.

Ye Xiu's figure shook slightly, and in an instant, he crossed a distance of five meters, came to five meters in front of the Blood Demon Patriarch, and slashed down with a sword.

The Bloody Patriarch laughed: "Ye Xiu, I'm just waiting for you!"

Facing Ye Xiu, who came five meters in front of him, and the white sword qi that was slashed on his head, the Blood Demon Patriarch was extremely excited, and he spread the palm of his left hand on both sides of his body and held it gently.

In an instant, hundreds of white silk threads rushed out of the ground frantically, enveloping Ye Xiu!

Each silk thread is equivalent to a steel wire, twisting and circling wildly on Ye Xiu's side, wanting to entangle Ye Xiu's whole person and tie him up wildly, and then cut his body into pieces and shatter his body into pieces!

"Not enough. ”

Ye Xiu said indifferently.

He swung his greatsword, creating a perfect arc at his side.

These hundreds of white silk threads also couldn't stop Ye Xiu's sword.