Chapter 391: Zhang's Six Golden Body

The two teenagers, the terrifying power flow on their bodies, although it is said that the cultivation of the two of them is only at the level of the Martial Emperor, but even if the powerhouse of the Martial Zun level collides with their physical bodies, there is no way to take advantage.

And at this moment, there was a strong battle intent in the eyes of the two, and at the same time, there was a feeling of sympathy for each other, although they were opponents now, but the meeting of the two flesh martial emperors was too rare.

Even if it is Ye Li, he has seen only two people who can confront him head-on in the flesh, Hu Yue and Dongfang Biao, who met on Beidou.

One of these two people is the white tiger bloodline of the demon clan, and the other is the barbarian bloodline with a very special background, and they can reach such a level in the flesh for their own reasons, but more importantly, they have the advantage of bloodline.

And the situation of cultivating the fate is completely different, although it is said to take advantage of the Buddhist and Taoist exercises, but it is already an extremely rare thing to reach such a level without relying on the power of the bloodline.

And Xiu Yuan is also in a similar mood, as a Putuo Buddha, among the geniuses of the same generation, he has been at the peak for too long, and there is almost no way to find an existence that really dares to shoot at him.

This kind of simple and rough battle is considered barbaric by many people, but in fact, in this kind of battle, he can sharpen his fighting consciousness to the greatest extent, but except for attacking the uncivilized demon beasts, he has hardly encountered such a battle.

Even if it is a demon beast, as long as it has been civilized, there will definitely be no life and death between the battles with him, just because he is the son of Putuo Buddha, and he can be said to be the future master of the entire Lancang Star.

This is a protection, but for a genius, this is not a good thing, always relying on the wings of the eagle, the young eagle will never really have a chance to grow, so Xiu Yuan prefers to fight freely.

However, both of them just burst out with the power of the Flesh Martial Emperor and sharpened their fighting skills, such a battle seemed to be very fierce, but unless there was a special situation, it was impossible to distinguish the winner at all.

After three hours, the two separated directly, Xiu Yuan folded his hands, without the previous wildness, the power of faith flowed behind his back, giving him a sense of solemnity.

And Ye Li also stopped, and did not use any magic weapons, but the sword qi on his body swirled, relying on his own sword path, it seemed to open up a piece of the sky, against the special momentum of Xiu Yuan's body.

"The donor's body is very strong, but it is not the real means of the poor monk before, the method practiced by the poor monk is called "Zhangliu Golden Body", if the donor can still take it, this game is considered a victory for the donor!"

As he spoke, the golden light on Xiu Yuan's body circulated rapidly, and his body seemed to be rapidly becoming larger, and the golden power on the entire whole became more and more intense, as if there was a feeling that he wanted to open up the heavens and the earth.

And when he reached Zhangliu, he seemed to be forcibly suppressed by heaven and earth, and there was no way to continue to expand, but on his body, the golden color was rapidly condensed, and in the time of more than a dozen breaths, there was no trace of vanity on the body of Xiuyuan, as if he was such a level.

And Ye Li's expression is very solemn, and the golden body of Zhangliu is actually similar to the existence of a vision, but this vision is not given by heaven and earth, but is cultivated by himself by relying on exercises.

The source is different, but the power of this golden body is better than ordinary visions, at least Ye Li can feel that the visions he has mastered are not combined, and there is no way for any of them to fight against this one vision.

At this time, Ye Li also had to subconsciously look at the air, and after coming into contact with the existence with the inheritance of the Great Emperor, he gradually discovered that the strength of the Great Emperor was definitely far beyond his imagination, and the resistance she needed to face to do was also beyond his imagination.

However, Ye Li still said slowly: "It's a little interesting, but after Ye Li came here, he was lucky to get a inheritance, and he got a piece of sight in the middle, and today he just borrowed the master to try the sword!"

While speaking, Ye Li suddenly cut out a finger, although it was said to be a finger, but in the middle of Ye Li's power, this is also a sword, a sword condensed by his body.

In the eyes of other sword cultivators, this is almost impossible, maybe a profound sword cultivator can achieve the unity of body and sword, making his long sword like a part of his body, but there is no way to replace the long sword with his own body.

But Ye Li walked a completely different sword path, in the middle of his sword path, the sword naturally also had a role, but it was just a sword tool, relying on the sword to be able to cast, relying on a rotten wood can also be used.

Because the core of this sword is not the sword, but the Tao that Ye Li comprehended, as long as the Tao is still in the heart, everything in his hand is a divine weapon, the only difference is that the edge is not sharp.

And after seeing Ye Li's strength, Xiu Yuan didn't have any panic, but a smile appeared on his face, he was not afraid that Ye Li was not strong, he was afraid that Ye Li was not strong enough.

What he wants is an opponent who can fight him, an opponent who can sharpen him, he can lose, as long as the Dao heart is still the same, he can continue to rise, but he doesn't want to have that feeling of invincibility.

The cultivation edge that turned into Zhangliu's golden body was also pointed out with a finger, and this finger seemed to be particularly dazzling, and the power on his body was condensed in the middle of this finger, and even his golden body seemed to be a little dimmed.

Two fingers, one white and slender, the other huge, with a golden luster on it, are only two fingers, but at the level of the Martial Emperor, there are very few who can fight against these two fingers.

And in the next moment, the faces of the two of them changed slightly, and in the next moment, the two of them flew out upside down in an instant, and at the position where the two hands collided, a terrifying force dispersed.

Although it was only a finger, neither of them had any reservations when they made a move, and at this moment, even the surrounding space had a few cracks because of this collision.

And in the middle of the Yin and Yang Dao, Qin Rufeng and Chang Qinglie's faces were very solemn, his cultivation was the peak of the Martial Emperor, much higher than these two, but even they had no grasp of fighting them at all.

But Ye Li and Xiu Yuan both had smiles on their faces, they could both feel the pressure on each other's bodies, but neither of them cared about this pressure, only a strong enough opponent could always be the driving force for their progress.

And Xiu Yuan's face was still with a smile, and he said slowly: "Brother Ye's strength is extraordinary, in the flesh, the poor monk is not better than Brother Ye's grasp, but the next is the poor monk's real means, and by the way, let the poor monk see what level Brother Ye's real strength can reach!"