Duan Qianqiu didn't feel the pain because he was already numb.

He lay on the ground like a dead body, lifeless.

Ever since the golden stone true qi in his body broke through the control of the Qing and Peaceful Qi of the Ten Thousand Streams Gui Sect, and began to surge unscrupulously, penetrating every inch of his body, the pain caused by Yan Song's every whip with a branch was nothing compared to the pain of the Golden Stone Divine Skill.

There were no tears left in his eyes, because even the tears had been dried by the golden stone divine skill.

He vaguely saw Yang Yixin being beaten by Yan Song and lying on the ground vomiting blood, and after Yan Song stopped whipping him, he vaguely saw Yan Song dragging Yang Weixin's legs, like dragging the corpse of an animal to the ferry.

He was completely furious!

He only felt as if his body was no longer under his control, and the madness in his Yuan Shen completely detonated the Golden Stone Divine Skill.

Duan Qianqiu had never thought what the tenth level of the Golden Stone Divine Skill would be, because he had only sensed the ninth level in an instant, and that kind of terrifying power and damage, he still had lingering palpitations.

He understood that he was dying, because he clearly felt that none of the meridians in his body were intact, and he felt infinite hurt when he thought of leaving this world, Ye Chulong, and his grandfather, whose name he still didn't know.

But he didn't regret it, and he continued to improve the realm of Jinshi Divine Skill without any scruples.

He decided to completely abolish Yan Song before he died!

His hands and feet didn't move, but it seemed that there was a magical force that lifted Duan Qianqiu up on the ground, and he came to Yan Song like a ghost!

When Yan Song saw him, he was so surprised that he seemed to have seen a ghost, he really didn't understand why this young man, who was supposed to be dead, came back to life!

Duan Qianqiu was covered in blood, and the white shirt on his body showed a deep ochre red. He used to be a very delicate man, but now the contours of his face were cold and solemn, as jagged and abrupt as hot lava cooled into stone, and his eyes carried a hint of death, a contemptuous mockery.

Yan Song pursed his lips, he threw Yang Yaxin's ankle in his hand at will, Yang Yaxin fell to the side, curled up in a ball, and trembled.

Yan Songyuan stood stubbornly, without a single flaw in his body, because he felt the improvement of Duan Qianqiu's skill, "The sick cat finally has claws. "He's starting to find the game a lot more fun.

Seeing the playful and contemptuous look in Yan Song's eyes, Duan Qianqiu smiled, and the smile touched the stiff muscles on his face, looking like a god looking down on all beings.

And then he shot!

The first style, the clouds rise from the dragon!

The palm is like a phantom, without a trace, but everywhere.

Yan Song didn't care so much, he rushed straight towards Duan Qianqiu, and his "withered leaf finger" pointed directly at Duan Qianqiu's eyebrows.

Duan Qianqiu watched Yan Song come to him coldly, piercing the second form of the cloud palm, facing the clouds and twilight rain, and striking out!

Everything happened between breaths, Duan Qianqiu's Cloud Piercing Nine Styles had already used two styles, but Yan Song's momentum of rushing forward was unabated, and he saw that his fingers were about to poke into Duan Qianqiu's eyebrows.

Sudden change!

Yan Song felt that a huge force was attacking behind him, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, hitting his back with the momentum of sweeping the clouds. He had no way to avoid it, so he could only make a hard move, "boom" was like a giant tree hitting a bell, and Yan Song's blood sprayed wildly.

At this moment, Duan Qianqiu suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Yan Song's finger with one hand, and the wilted leaf finger disappeared in his palm.

Yan Song couldn't help but be shocked when he saw that his famous stunt was as vulnerable as a doll under the other party's magnificent palm.

At this time, Duan Qianqiu's previous Cloud Piercing Palm Second Form arrived!

Yan Song's fingers were pinched, like a snake being pinched by seven inches, he lost his agility, and his whole body was suppressed by Duan Qianqiu's internal force of Jinshi Divine Skill, and he couldn't move.

Duan Qianqiu's morning clouds and twilight rain hit him again in the ribs!

"Peng" a muffled sound!

Yan Song almost felt like he was about to die, and his heart and lungs seemed to vomit out of his mouth. Blood flowed from his nose and eyes.

But he is also very good, and he can still fight back under this series of heavy blows.

His left hand was like a knife, and he chopped Duan Qianqiu's left arm that held his fingers!

Pity!

He was still a step too slow.

Duan Qianqiu had already broken his two fingers, and the whole person crashed into his arms, looking as if he was "throwing his arms into his arms", Duan Qianqiu's cold face like pig iron was close in front of him, and his cold expression made him chill.

Yan Song's hand knife missed.

Duan Qianqiu was in his arms, piercing the cloud palm third form, and the flying clouds burst out with all his might.

Yan Song was ejected like a stone, broke two maple trees, and lay straight on the ground, motionless.

Duan Qianqiu jumped out like a cheetah, piercing the fourth form of the cloud palm, clouding the sky net, and slashing towards the top of Yan Song's head. His movements were as fast as lightning in the sky, and blood was already flowing from his mouth and nose, and the backlash of the Golden Stone Divine Skill was beginning to appear.

He knew that the ninth state of the Golden Stone Divine Skill would not last long, and he had to fight quickly, he thought that Yan Song had been hit hard by his three Cloud Piercing Palms, and he was in a state of near death, but before he was in shape, Yan Song had already stood up.

The palm of Yunluo Tianwang shrouded the range within a radius of two zhang of Yan Song, and he was about to kill Yan Song in his palm!

At this moment of life and death, Yan Song instead stimulated the last bit of potential, only to see him draw a circle with his left hand, and then stand up like a knife, meeting Duan Qianqiu's Yunluo Sky Net.

His Yin Wind Palm is extremely feminine, but it is just right to hold the strong and fierce power of the Cloud Piercing Palm.

Although it was necessary for the two of them to have the same strength, his remaining skills were not as powerful as Duan Qianqiu's palm, and under the collision of the two forces, he was forced to retreat again.

Duan Qianqiu's chest was like fire, he knew that his body would definitely not be able to hold three moves, so he ignored the cold of the bone-eroding body, passed through the aura of Yan Song's Yin Wind Palm and circled each other, and played the most powerful last form in the Cloud Piercing Nine Styles-

Cracked rocks pierce the clouds!

Each move of the Cloud Piercing Nine Style can open the monument and gravel, but it is extremely consuming of true yuan.

Duan Qianqiu had just used five moves in a row, relying on the explosive power of the Golden Stone Divine Skill to temporarily break through to the ninth level, and after a long time, it would definitely not last.

This last move, the cracking stone pierced the clouds, condensed the whole body's strength and pushed it out, only to see white gas condensed from his palm, like a white rainbow running through the sun, piercing Yan Song's chest!

Its power is mighty, and it makes the heavens and the earth change color.

Yan Song can't avoid it anymore, he can't stop it!

The power of the cracked stone piercing the clouds exploded all over his body, like a wind destroying a tree, like an electric shock to a mountain cliff, and his body flew everywhere like a shattered piece of paper.

Yan Song died, he died very completely, and there was almost no scum left.

Duan Qianqiu stood reluctantly, the sparkle in his eyes slowly disappearing, like a candle flame that was about to burn out.

He looked around at the world in the dark night, with indescribable nostalgia, expectation and regret in his heart. But all of this will be far away from him!

The moonlight shone coldly, and Yang Yaxin's pretty face appeared in front of him, with tears in her eyes and great concern and panic.

Duan Qianqiu raised his hand with difficulty, gently caressing her face with bloody fingers, and there was a trace of warmth burning in his eyes that gradually turned gray.

Eventually, even this hint of ambiguity faded.

He fell to the ground like a god that could no longer stand up.

I vaguely heard Yang Yuxin's mournful cry in my ears!