"There's something weird about this kid!"

The moment the two sides made contact with each other, Jia Zhengqing felt a heavy and extremely sharp force coming from his fist, and his entire arm was faintly numb. But what made him change color was that there was a trace of terrifying flame that made his heart palpitate in this huge force, and even his strong holy power could be ignited as nourishment.

Fortunately, the amount of this flame was very small, and it was extinguished by his strong holy power, if this flame was ten times thicker, the consequences would ...... Thinking of this, Jia Zhengqing couldn't help but shudder, and looked at Yang Ning with a little more caution in his eyes.

Yang Ning was also secretly surprised, I don't know how much strength Jia Zhengqing used? With this punch, he used eighty percent of his strength, but now he felt a stinging pain in his fist, and his finger bones almost cracked. He took a step back slightly, and quietly shook his right arm, secretly removing the strength that was drilling into the meridians.

"Pong"

The holy light skyrocketed, and Jia Zhengqing's momentum soared. The cold spiritual energy surged, and the surrounding spiritual energy churned like boiling water, and two cold rays burst out from the pupils. With that blow just now, he had already used seventy percent of his strength, even if it was a strong man at the peak of the Half-Saint Peak, he would have to cough up blood with his arms folded, but Yang Ning just took a step back as if nothing happened.

"Come again!"

A violent shout came out of Jia Zhengqing's mouth, and a sharp fist exuded a spiritual energy that was even more terrifying than the punch just now, enveloping the range of Yang Ning's body, like an aurora smashing down towards Yang Ning from a hundred zhang away. The fist passed, and the rich aura was swinged, bringing a sonic boom.

"Smack"

The fist slammed directly into Yang Ning's body, shattering his body to pieces.

The next moment, Jia Zhengqing's eyes widened, his feet stomped down hard, and his body rushed forward without stopping. A fist print flashing with a colorful glare swept over the place where Jia Zhengqing had stopped for a short time just now.

"Wow!"

Before he rushed out two steps, Jia Zhengqing suddenly roared. The fierce body spun sharply, the holy power exploded, and a punch swept towards the right ribs. Just now, a biting chill that made his hair stand on end came from his right ribs.

"Bang"

Spiritual light splashed, and out of the corner of Jia Zhengqing's eye, he saw a fist print shining with four-colored light being scattered by him.

But before he could take a breath, Jia Zhengqing heard the strong wind behind him again, and a majestic spiritual energy smashed down on his back, and the swinging spiritual pressure even rolled up the dirt under his feet.

Jia Zhengqing's feet kicked wildly, the ground was torn apart, his body soared forward, his hand flung back, and in a hurry, a palm formed by holy power slapped back.

"Po"

The spiritual energy behind him was wiped out by the holy palm, and Jia Zhengqing's figure was electrocuted fifty zhang away. Stopped, stood firm, and as soon as he raised his head, the three fists in front of him slammed into his throat, heart, and dantian respectively.

"Drink!"

Jia Zhengqing was also ruthless, he didn't dodge or dodge, raised his hand and blasted out three punches, facing the three fists in front of him. However, because the operation of the holy power is not as smooth as usual, these three punches can only exert about eighty percent of his peak strength.

"Bang Bang Bang"

A loud roar sounded, and the spirit splashed everywhere, and the dazzling light sprinkled all over the sky, stirring up a circular wave of spiritual energy to sweep and rage in all directions, and where it passed, the shrubs and large stone tools were shattered into a pile of powder.

In the dazzling light, Yang Ning's figure flashed and disappeared.

Jia Zhengqing, who was standing in the light, trembled. This was not caused by being seriously injured by Yang Ning's bombardment, but Yang Ning's attack was weird, with each blow, there was a trace of flame that made his heart palpitate mixed with the attack to erode and burn his meridians and holy power, making him suffer from spending most of his mind to suppress and clear, but still let his meridians be damaged.

The second is the gas. As a saint in his own hall, he wanted to teach a half-saint boy, not only could he not easily suppress it, but he was counterpressed by this kid's speed and strange attacks, and he was restrained everywhere.

This series of battles rose and fell, and there was no pause in between, and the three saints who were fighting outside the arena were all dumbfounded.

This kid is just a demi-saint, is there really such a strong force that can suppress the saint? Or did Jia Zhengqing deliberately release the water and didn't work hard?

"Ahh

The irrepressible eruption of anger, the long hair neatly draped behind his shoulders rose and danced, and the holy power in Jia Zhengqing's body surged out like a volcanic eruption. The pale golden light bloomed brightly, like a small sun.

The furious and incomparable holy power formed fist marks that could destroy the world one after another, chasing Yang Ning's figure fiercely and blasting in all directions. But Yang Ning's body style was too ghostly, and no punch could hit him.

The surrounding earth and shrubs suffered greatly because of this, the ground was like being ploughed by countless wild oxen, a thick layer of soil was lifted off in a radius of 200 zhang, and there were potholes of all sizes, and countless cobweb-like cracks spread to 500 zhang away; The nearby flowers and shrubs were directly crushed.

In this violent bombardment, with the advantage of his body, Jia Zhengqing certainly couldn't easily hit Yang Ning; But it was difficult for Yang Ning to cause too much damage to Jia Zhengqing, and the spiritual energy he blasted out had not yet fallen on Jia Zhengqing, it was wiped out by his strong holy power, and it could not really hurt him unless it could be directly bombarded on his body. The only thing that could hurt Jia Zhengqing was the Mixed Element Spiritual Fire flame mixed in the psionic attack.

This was Yang Ning's first battle with a Saint Rank powerhouse in the true sense, although it was almost delusional to want to suppress a Saint, but his own strength was not weaker than that of a first-level Saint. But it also made him see the shortcomings between him and the Sage, his mana was already purer than most of the Venerables, but compared to the Holy Power, it was still a little less condensed and a little weak. If his mana can be transformed again and become more condensed, he can rebel against the saint with his half-saint cultivation.

Yang Ning looks embarrassed now, but his pace is still not chaotic. Half an hour passed, and Jia Zhengqing still failed to suppress him. Jia Zhengqing became more and more violent, his eyes gradually became red, and he was about to fall into a state of madness.

"Luo Gu Holy Fist!"

Jia Zhengqing looked up to the sky and roared, the pale golden fist doubled in vain, and a faint black light came out of the fist. The fierce spiritual energy overflowed, sealing all directions, as if it was about to shatter the heavens and the earth.

As soon as this holy fist came out, Yang Ning suddenly felt that his body was stagnant, and the mana operation was not so smooth, and the rich aura around him seemed to stop flowing, and even the space was somewhat solidified.

"I'll go! This kid actually forced Brother Jia to even use the secret saint technique of the sect, but he really couldn't imagine it! This kid has two brushes. ”

Xiao Lanhe's eyes were almost protruding in shock.

'Peng'

Yang Ning's mana surged, and his momentum soared for a while, breaking free from the blockade of Jia Zhengqing's holy fist, and dodging out fifty zhang away, narrowly avoiding this punch.

The use of the secret technique of the sect requires the consumption of a large amount of holy power, and after Jia Zhengqing hit it three times in a row, he felt a void in his body, and his hands and feet were a little weak.

"You three are still watching the show! Hurry up and help! ”

Up to now, Jia Zhengqing was ashamed and angry, and after fighting for a long time, he didn't even hurt a half-saint boy in the slightest, but was burned by this kid's weird flames and burned part of his meridians. He couldn't take care of it anymore, and shouted at Lu Jinyuan, Xiao Lanhe and Zhu Kui.

"Huh...... Brother Jia is angry, let's come here. ”

Xiao Lanhe and the others grinned and gathered around Yang Ning together.

Yang Ning's toughness made the four sages all leave their bodies behind in tacit understanding.