A rich and pure demonic aura permeated the sky above the Dragon Pool, and although Xu Qing broke free, the pitch-black palm prints were still fixed in mid-air, and the terrifying power enveloped him as if it were nothing. Song Anyang's meaning is quite clear, if Xu Qing agrees to his request, he will stop, if he does not agree, he will only die.

Zheng!

Xu Qing gently vibrated the long sword in his hand, his eyes flashed with fighting intent, brave and fearless, and proud.

"Damn! Use this seat as an object to hone your skills? Good! Good!"

Xu Qing has always used the forbidden weapon in his hand as an ordinary sword, Song Anyang finally understood, there seemed to be thousands of anger surging and exploding in his chest, and the sky-high anger almost drowned his reason, for hundreds of years, no one dared to underestimate him so much.

Airplanes!

Song Anyang forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and then his mind moved slightly, and the pitch-black palm print immediately suppressed Xu Qing with boundless power, without the slightest intention of showing mercy. The pitch-black palm prints emitted a monstrous demonic aura, like the anger surging in Song Anyang's heart, rolling endlessly, and the demonic power was impressive.

Xu Qing suddenly put away his long sword, and then went up against the surging momentum of the river, and raised his fist to blast into the pitch-black palm print. A punch was blasted out, and it immediately drove out an indescribable general trend, as if Xu Qing represented the general trend of heaven and earth at this moment, and any act of rebellion was disrespectful to the sky and would be ruthlessly erased.

The pitch-black palm print was suppressed like a sacred mountain, Xu Qing seemed to be a human warrior in the primeval era, and his momentum was domineering to the extreme, almost turning over the river and the sea, catching the stars and the moon.

Boom! Boom!

The roar in the valley continued, and Xu Qing blasted out seventy-seven and forty-nine punches one after another, and the fists were full of strength, and even the hardest rocks were about to turn into crumbs.

After the seventy-seven forty-nine punches, the pitch-black palm prints had become dim and almost nothing, and they only flashed a few times before dissipating into heaven and earth. However, Xu Qing was not happy, and the rich demonic qi entwined him, burrowing into his flesh and bones like a maggot from the tarsal bones, wanting to devour all his jīng qi.

Xu Qing roared angrily, and the blood and qi around his body surged, like waves washing over a reef, washing every inch of flesh and blood in his body. His blood seemed to be born with a vast and upright aura, and his demonic energy was like avoiding snakes and scorpions, and he was completely forced out in the blink of an eye.

Airplanes!

Nine pages of Buddhist scriptures appeared in front of Xu Qing, and then gently unfolded, and one by one the golden Buddhist texts flashed with dazzling golden light, flying directly out of the Buddhist scriptures. The dark sky immediately brightened, and a compassionate aura permeated from the Buddhist scriptures, and the demonic qi around Xu Qing's body immediately dispersed.

"The scriptures are good, but it's a pity that your cultivation is too bad!"

Although Song Anyang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with a little fear, taking the Blood Pill, although his physical strength was greatly improved, but the restraint of the Buddha's aura on him was also more significant. If this aura of Buddhism did not dissipate, he would not even dare to approach within Xu Qing's three zhangs.

"I didn't expect him to strengthen his body in such a vicious way, hehe, this scripture is just right to restrain his magical powers. Emperor Yun stared at Song Anyang's body, his eyes flashing with greed: "You have to move quickly, this emperor can't wait." ”

The blood flashed, and a bloody long sword suddenly condensed in Song Anyang's hand, and the rich bloody aura choked Xu Qing almost unable to breathe. As soon as this bloody aura appeared, it immediately manifested a surging river of blood between heaven and earth, like a river of blood in the netherworld that had been passed down from generation to generation.

This is a tragic picture, as if hell has manifested in the world, countless unjust ghosts are crying and roaring in the river of blood, and the terrifying sound makes people can't help but shake their hearts. A supreme sword momentum rushed straight into the sky, and the sword qi in the blood river soared to the sky, as if it was not blood and water flowing, but a sharp and incomparable sword qi. Countless unjust ghosts turned into the purest power under the impact of this sword momentum, merging into the river of blood, fueling the prestige of the sword.

Xu Qing's eyes were full of light, and he was not afraid, and countless golden Buddha texts flew behind him, condensing a phantom of an Arhat with a strong and vast aura. It seems that the Fa Xiang is coming, Xu Qing has entered the Arhat Phantom, and there is a pure Buddhist aura flowing out of every gesture.

In the face of monstrous slaughter, even the compassionate Buddha must turn into an angry-eyed vajra, using pure Dharma as a soldier to eliminate demons and defend the path. Xu Qing seemed to be reincarnated as a fighting Buddha, and his whole body exuded pure Buddha xìng and battle intent, even if the blood river was surging, it was difficult to shake his mind.

Dao Dao's incomparable blood sword qi struck, Xu Qing blasted out with a punch, the Buddha light between heaven and earth shone brightly, and countless swastikas golden seals greeted the blood sword qi.

All things are mutually reinforcing each other, although Buddhism can restrain the demonic way, but Xu Qing's strength is much weaker than Song Anyang after all, and the demon rises when the Tao disappears. Although the swasshka golden seal smashed most of the blood sè sword qi into pieces, at least one percent of the blood sè sword qi did not dissipate, and slashed towards Xu Qing.

Xu Qing retreated one after another in the void, the blood sè sword qi attacked, and before he could make any moves, the Arhat Phantom had already folded his hands autonomously, as if there were countless Buddhist monks chanting and praying for blessings, and countless Zen chanting sounds immediately sounded between heaven and earth, and the holy and peaceful breath came out rapidly.

It was as if the snow was melting in the sun, and as soon as the blood sword qi came into contact with this divine aura, it immediately turned into flying ashes, and it was completely unable to resist this vast and righteous aura.

"I have some skills, but this is just a casual blow from this seat, and it's too late to regret it now. ”

Song Anyang stood with his hands in his hands, and the surging sea of blood vibrated a stronger bloody aura behind him.

"Hmph, do you want me to succumb to such a force?" Xu Qing wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his voice was not emotional: "If you are in the middle stage of the Yuan Infant realm, I may be afraid of you, but this is only your second Yuan God, at most it is only the early Yuan Infant realm, and it is not the early peak realm." ”

"Foolish!"

Song Anyang was furious, and the river of blood behind him was surging.

"Your strength is not as tough as your tone!"

Xu Qing sneered, and then rushed directly towards Song Anyang, Dao Buddha Light turned into a torrent and rushed towards the monstrous blood river one step ahead of him. The Buddha's light is sacred and peaceful, the vast and righteous breath is like a fierce rì Zhaozhao, and countless unjust ghosts and ghosts have turned into green smoke with a relieved smile under its illumination, completely dissipating in the heaven and earth.

Song Anyang snorted coldly, the bloody long sword in his hand was gently raised, and an unparalleled sword momentum was brewing. The long river of blood immediately changed, and the sword momentum became sharper and stronger, and even faintly turned into a giant sword.

"Hehe, I know you're all trying to hit my treasure, but unfortunately I've already hidden it well, even if you kill me now, you can't imagine it. ”

Song Anyang's sword must be extraordinary, but the fighting spirit has not yet been fully tempered, Xu Qing doesn't want to be seriously injured immediately, so he played a rogue trick, so that Song Anyang didn't dare to make a killer move directly, so he could only accompany him to hone it slowly.

Although the martial arts path is amazing enough, because the accumulation is not deep enough, in the first four realms, the combat power of martial arts monks is not as good as that of immortal cultivators in the same realm. Now Xu Qing is only the realm of the sky, the third realm of martial arts, while Song Anyang is the realm of the Yuan Infant and the fourth realm of the way of immortality, and the two are not on the same level at all.

If it were replaced by an ordinary Jindan realm peak monk, I am afraid that he would have died in the hands of Song Anyang no less than ten times at this moment, but Xu Qing cultivated martial arts, although his combat power was not strong enough, but the strength of his defense was far beyond that of an immortal monk of the same level, if it weren't for this, I am afraid that he would have already been defeated, how could he be able to maneuver so far?

"You..."

Song Anyang was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, his eyebrows were raised high, and his eyes were full of rage.

"Actually, I just want to exercise, if the seniors can clean me up properly, they will naturally serve the divine blood obediently. ”

Xu Qing was respectful, as if the younger generation was asking the elders for advice.

"Damn little ghost, no wonder you are so unscrupulous, you know that this seat is coming, but you still dare to stay and not leave. ”

The power of the true dragon divine blood is vast, and it is not something that can be easily covered up by a storage bag at all, Song Anyang's divine thoughts swept over Xu Qing unscrupulously, but unfortunately there was really no sign of the existence of the divine blood.

"Forgive the seniors, the younger generations have a strong heart for the Tao, and they have the courage to ask the seniors for advice, just to break through the shackles of the current realm"

Xu Qing stared at Song Anyang tightly, his eyes shining with fiery and fanatical battle intent.

"In that case, I'll drain all your strength and see what else you can do. ”

Although Xu Qing behaved respectfully, Song Anyang would not trust him so easily, all kinds of signs showed that this little ghost was obviously a scheming master, and he was even more cunning than an old fox.

After speaking, Song Anyang held the long sword in his hand and danced in the air, and the mysterious sword moves made people dizzy.

Rumble!

As if being towed, the long river of blood suddenly flew up in the air and fell towards Xu Qing, and the momentum of Huanghuang was like a heavenly might, which could not be resisted.

Xu Qing's mind was firm, the Buddha light on his body became more and more vast, and the divine aura even made the entire blood river boil.

"Sleepy!"

Song Anyang suddenly shouted, and the long river of blood suddenly bent into a circle, enveloping Xu Qing like a blood ring, and the terrifying ferocious aura and the sharp sword path momentum pressed towards Xu Qing in zhōngyāng.

This change came quite suddenly, Xu Qing didn't have time to dodge, he was immediately trapped in it, and Pei Ran's strength was endless, restraining him and preventing him from forcibly rushing out. Although the Blood River was still some distance away from his body now, the powerful sword momentum contained in the Blood River was always oppressing him, as if it was about to completely wipe him out.

The Buddha light on Xu Qing's body rose to the sky, the vast celestial sound filled the heavens and the earth, and the blood was almost boiling, but he still firmly stuck to his post, resolutely refused to back down, and was bound to wear down Xu Qing.

"This is a good opportunity to hone the fighting spirit to perfection. ”

Although the situation was dangerous, Xu Qing was still calm and calm, and there was no worry in his heart. (To be continued.) )