"It's okay, after the warm-up, I also want to see what the Qingyang Sect has on the first day."

Qi Zixiao heard the other party's words, and said calmly.

In the short time he had been fighting with the other party just now, he had noticed that the terrifying qi and blood on this guy's body were stronger than the first layer of his current Flood Prison Heart Sutra.

Hearing this, the corners of Wan Qing's mouth lifted a curvature, and he stretched out a hand, and the palm of his hand seemed to become transparent at this time, and he could clearly see the blood vessels in it, and the red blood was flowing, like a glass crystal.

"Qingyang Shines in the Heavens!"

Wan Qing slowly spoke, slapped his palm towards Qi Zixiao, and with his movements, in the palm of his hand, there seemed to be a sun appearing, and endless light and heat began to spread, and everyone's eyes were white.

On the ground, the floor disappeared silently, and it seemed to be burned clean in an instant.

He directly hit the Qingyang Sect's Zhenzong Peerless Sect, Qingyang Yaotian Palm!

The surrounding elders couldn't help but raise their eyebrows, a little frightened, and in the face of this palm, they all had to be a little more serious.

Seeing Wan Qing's palm, Qi Zixiao took a deep breath, and above his body, the qi and blood soared again, accompanied by a trace of purple electric light.

The interweaving of red and purple gave Qi Zixiao a hint of mystery and demonic feeling.

He squatted slightly, sank his waist, and punched.

"Huh"

A fist shadow like a streamer appeared, accompanied by countless purple electric lights.

"Bang"

A punch blasted out, Wan Qing's palm shook slightly, but there was no change in the slightest, and it still fell forward.

Qingyang Yaotian Palm, Six-Rank Martial Arts, Qi Zixiao's Streamer Fist is only a four-grade martial arts, where can it be compared.

If it weren't for the power of the bloodline, which made this fist more powerful with thunder, it is estimated that it would be difficult to shake this palm.

However, Qi Zixiao didn't care, and kept blasting out one fist shadow after another.

In everyone's eyes, in the vast white world, one purple streamer after another appeared, and there were dozens or hundreds.

In a short period of time, Qi Zixiao didn't know how many punches he threw out, and in the end, he stopped his arm and stood in place, a snow-white mist came out of his body, and his blood flowed like a roaring river.

Every cell is breathing like crazy.

On the opposite side, Wan Qing's palm stopped three feet away from Qi Zixiao, and the next moment, cracks opened on the palm that seemed to be like a blue sky.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, the palm of the hand shattered.

Behind him, Wan Qing's body shook, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

However, he didn't care at all, but looked at Qi Zixiao with blazing eyes, "Good punch, strong to fierce, this kind of boxing method, I have only seen it in the little monk in Longxiang Temple!" ”

"However, your boxing skills are not as good as his, his boxing skills are godly, and yours lacks gods!"

Hearing this, Qi Zixiao's eyes moved, and he didn't refute, he also knew that he was just getting started with this boxing technique, and what he was best at was knife technique.

The reason why the power is so strong is nothing more than the blessing of the thunder power in the bloodline.

"Of course, I haven't practiced this palm method at home, if I change to a master, it will be several times more powerful than my palm!"

Wan Qing sighed softly.

He has some regrets, some martial arts are truly unparalleled in the hands of specific people.

Qi Zixiao was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but glance at Qingyangzi in the distance, the other party's eyes were deep, and he didn't say a word.

"Now, I'll let you see my own martial arts."

Wan Qing said, with a touch of weirdness in his eyes.

His hands began to seal, and with his movements, the surrounding onlookers suddenly stared at each other, and they shot out one after another, one after another, isolating the battlefield between the two.

"He's going to use his supernatural powers!"

An elder spoke softly.

"Three worships in the blue sky, under the five grades, who can bear it!"

As the words appeared, Wan Qing's body was glowing, and the cyan light rushed into the sky, forming a vague figure behind him.

With the appearance of this figure, Qi Zixiao felt that the heavens and the earth sank in an instant, and the infinite pressure poured down, making him feel like he was carrying a big mountain.

He had a faint hint of familiarity at this feeling.

It was the breath of God.

Looking at the figure behind the other party, Qi Zixiao couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, could it be that vague figure is a god.

Wan Qing looked at Qi Zixiao at this time, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said softly, "This is what I got from an adventure when I was young, a magical power from a god, called, Qingtian Three Worships, now, with my strength, I can only perform the first worship." ”

As he spoke, he chanted softly in his mouth, "The first worship, life and death are endless." ”

As his words fell, the vague figure behind him suddenly clasped his hands and began to bend down to bow down to him.

At this time, Qi Zixiao felt that his hairs stood on end, and he had a feeling that if this worship fell, he would probably die!

This is a supernatural power, and it is also a gift of the gods, how can mortals bear it!

He couldn't help but let out a low roar, and the long knife at his waist was unsheathed.

"Dajiangdong goes to the waves!"

A bright long river emerged, as if it came from ancient times, with a vast and heavy atmosphere, and on the long river, figures stood in it.

At this time, they were all swinging their knives, and one after another sword lights appeared, all of which merged into the forefront, Qi Zixiao's long knife.

"What bullshit god, since you're dead, don't come out!"

Qi Zixiao's voice shook all directions, a domineering, brilliant sword light rose, and slashed towards the opposite side.

On top of the long knife, there were purple electric lights, making this knife three points more powerful!

On the other side, the first bow of that figure had already fallen.

At this moment, the void seemed to freeze, with a terrible silence.

Qi Zixiao's sword light was also frozen in mid-air, unable to move forward, no, it was not that he couldn't move forward, but it was like falling into a quagmire, and every inch of progress would consume countless strength.

Qi Zixiao's body bent slightly, holding the long knife in both hands, trying to cut off the sword light, but in front of him, an extremely terrifying force was attacking, making him unable to do it.

"Overlord Sword, how long has it been since I saw ......"

At this time, seeing Qi Zixiao's knife, Qingyangzi's eyes finally moved, and he whispered to himself.

The other elders' faces also changed, obviously, they didn't expect that Wan Qing would still not be able to suppress Qi Zixiao even if he used his own magic power to press the bottom of the box.

At this time, Wan Qing was also uncomfortable, and with this worship, the true qi in his body was like a flood that opened the floodgates, and it was frantically vented out.

The longer it lasts, the more stressed he is.

"Bow to me!"

Wan Qing's face was flushed, his blood was boiling to the extreme, and his heart was filled with sounds like war drums.

With his desperate efforts, the blurred figure behind him began to continue to bend over.

At this moment, Qi Zixiao felt that his sword light was about to shatter faintly.

A terrifying force is falling, it seems that the heavens are punished, if the heavens want you to die, you must die!

"What about God, Lao Tzu killed a god with his own hands, not to mention a god phantom!"

Qi Zixiao roared in his heart, at this moment, his whole body released immeasurable light, like a sun!

His consciousness instantly became extremely firm, cut off all distracting thoughts, and suddenly withdrew his knife and slashed it again.

"Boom"

The domineering and brilliant sword light pierced the sky, and the two sword lights instantly fused, forming a sword light like a falling star.

Behind Wan Qing, the blurred figure suddenly trembled violently, and there was a trace of ripples, and then it exploded under everyone's incredulous gaze.

"Poof"

Wan Qing instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood, with a hint of cyan in the blood.

The sword light slashed down from his side, and with a "boom", a deep pit dozens of meters long was cut.

The ground shook violently, and countless smoke and dust rose violently.

At this time, a strong wind appeared, directly blowing away the smoke and dust in the sky, revealing the two people inside.

Qi Zixiao slowly retracted his knife and said calmly, "You lost." ”

The corners of Wan Qing's mouth were filled with a touch of bitterness, and his voice was hoarse, "It is worthy of being a martial artist on the list of divine skills, this time, I am convinced of losing!" ”

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Qi Zixiao, with a touch of fanaticism in his eyes, "However, when I completely master the second bow, I will challenge you again!" ”

Hearing this, Qi Zixiao's heart jumped, and he must also admit that Wan Qing's magical power is indeed extremely powerful, and I am afraid it is comparable to the Seven Rank Martial Arts.

Divine powers, supernatural powers, only gods can create, master.

Fortunately, the other party only mastered the first worship, otherwise, Qi Zixiao has a feeling, unless he can learn the third style, otherwise, under the second worship, he will definitely die!

Now hearing the other party's words, he could only say noncommittally, "I'll wait for you." ”

An elder immediately stepped forward, helped Wan Qing up, and took out a healing pill for him to take.

Around, all the disciples had a touch of shock in their eyes, and they couldn't believe that Senior Brother Wan, who was like a god in their eyes, would actually be defeated.

At this time, Qi Zixiao looked at Qingyangzi and said in a deep voice, "Senior, let's make a move!" ”

Hearing this, these disciples were all shocked, looked at Qi Zixiao, and then looked at Qingyangzi, a touch of surprise flashed in their eyes, what do you mean, is this because Senior Brother Wanqing has swelled after beating him, and he wants to challenge the sect master?

What are you kidding, the top masters on the dignified list, don't say that you are only a third-grade master, even if you are a fifth-grade master, there is only a dead end.

If Qi Zixiao is the fifth grade now, maybe there is still a little bit of interest.

After all, it is the top five on the list of people.

Qingyangzi smiled, "Qi Zhutou, you better recover your true qi first, after all, I just finished a battle, I will shoot immediately, and it will make people laugh at the big and bully the small." ”

When Qi Zixiao heard this, he didn't say anything, he sat down cross-legged directly, and began to exercise his true qi to recover his true qi.

Qi Zixiao also knows that Qingyangzi is different from Wan Qing, his hard work in this life is above Qingyang Yaotian's palm, it can be said that he has pushed this martial arts to the peak martial arts of Qingzhou with his own strength, and belongs to the great grandmaster!

If it was up to him to exert it, he could vaguely guess how powerful that palm would be.

Everyone watched Qi Zixiao recover, but they were silent, and there was still a residual shock in their eyes.

In their opinion, even if Qi Zixiao couldn't take the palm of the sect master, there was no problem with being fifth on the list.