On the first layer of Lingdu Peak, there were less than ten monks who were either nervous, excited, or indifferent......

If you climb the platform of no return, you are doomed, either only one person will survive or all of them will die here.

The two who did not return to the stage did not kill fiercely in one place, but walked slowly opposite each other.

"Yang Qing, you haven't received any teaching at such an age, and it is really good to achieve such cultivation, even many inner disciples are out of reach. Wang Dali's steps were heavy, and he was half a foot away with a casual step, and instead of the ridicule and teasing of the past, he said calmly and squarely.

A person with such a high heart and arrogance as him, even if he was a noble inner disciple, would not flatter him, and at this time, he even praised his sworn enemy.

"Hmph, I don't want to be trampled under the feet of others in general, but unlike you, I have never thought of trampling others under my feet" Yang Qing's expression was also as calm as water, and he snorted lightly in his nose and said lightly.

Wang Dali suddenly laughed rampantly, "Haha, boy, if you don't trample others under your feet, others will try their best to trample you under your feet, you are destined to live not long with such a mentality!"

"With such a mentality, you are destined to die here today!" Yang Qing's calm expression gradually sank, and there was a cold air in his tone.

"Hmph, die, your whole family will soon go to you for a reunion, you won't be lonely!" Wang Dali's footwork quickened, and the horizontal flesh on his face became more and more hideous.

Yang Qing's face was as cold as ice, his eyes were violent, the trembling of the muscles of his whole body gradually became intense, and he was not surprised by Wang Dali's words in his heart, in order to avoid future troubles, he would do the same, and his tone was filled with this killing intent, "I will too!"

'Boom', 'Boom'!

The two figures gradually increased their speed, and their respective magic weapons were all summoned.

Fiery red sticks!

Earthy longbow!

"Hmph, I haven't even used a weapon, I've already let you have three points, and I want to play such a trick!"

"Okay! It's still the same sentence three years ago, Wang Dali, do you dare to take me a stick!"

"Why don't you dare!"

'Boom', 'Boom'!

The speed of the two increased to the extreme, one holding an ink-colored long stick, and the other holding a fiery red long stick.

All of them are purple mansion realms, and all magic weapons are long sticks.

Yang Qing's right arm is 5,000 catties, pure refining.

Wang Dali has a single arm of 5,000 catties, refining qi, refining the body and cultivating both, with a strong body and a pure true element!

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, Sun Xinyao's white robe is surrounded by aqua blue light, her beautiful eyes are not instantaneous, her pretty face is slightly pale, and the slender hands that are clasped together have lost their blood color between pinching each other.

Lu Zhen and the three of them almost leaned on the enchantment supported by the formation, even the timid and fearful Tian Bo had no timidity, and let the sound of 'Qiang' ring in his ears.

Wang Youcai also put away the smug and cruel smile on his face, and tried to open his slit-like eyes.

Most of the others are focused, it doesn't matter who lives or dies of the two, only the strength shown by the two of them is concerned, only Zhou Tengyun can't help but feel happy!

"Uncle, smash him into a pulp!"

Wang Youcai roared hoarsely, his slit eyes full of cruelty.

Now, no one cares what he says!

"Poof!"

Yang Qing, who was galloping, coughed lowly, and a mouthful of blood flowed down his chin with a light beard.

"Ahh

Sun Xinyao exclaimed in a low voice, and her delicate figure couldn't help but shake!

"Ah...... Haha!

Wang Youcai was stunned for a moment, and then laughed hoarsely.

A mouthful of blood spit out, Yang Qing's speed couldn't help but decrease sharply, and the newly grown thin fascia in the veins around his body still failed to hold on until the two fought.

Wang Dali's momentum skyrocketed, the fiery red light became even stronger, and the long stick burned this layer of flames.

Spells are condensing!

This blow will inevitably be more powerful than when he fought with Zhou Tengyun!

In just a few breaths, the distance between the two is less than three feet.

"Ahh

Yang Qing gritted his teeth, and the low roar splashed the blood in his mouth.

"Red Dragon!"

The horizontal flesh on Wang Dali's face trembled, and he jumped up with a big shout in his mouth, and the fiery red long stick in his hands turned into a fiery dragon.

"Woo, crackle!"

The whistling of cutting through the air, the crackling of the flames burning the air!

The 'Fire Dragon' rises and then slashes!

The power of this positive split is more than 25,000 catties, and it has the power of burning flames.

"Whoosh!"

The ink that came out of the right hand was not fierce, and the body of the stick did not rotate, but the air that wrapped the body of the stick actually formed a small whirlwind.

This point is to swim the dragon out of the water!

Its speed is so fast that it has surpassed the downward slashing momentum of the 'Fire Dragon'!

At this moment, the fire dragon was already close to the top of Yang Qing's head, and the next moment, his brain was shattered!

No one came and was frightened, no one came and cheered, just staring straight at this scene with their mouths wide open!

"Peng!"

A muffled sound!

The pitch-black stick head first hit Wang Dali's chest and abdomen, and as soon as it collapsed, Yang Qing's casually pulled up bun was already scorched!

"Die!"

Wang Dalisen's white teeth burst out of the mouth, feeling the power of the twisting drill contained in the stick between his chest and abdomen, and he was not afraid but angry.

"Buzz!"

With a low drink mixed with blood and water, the stick body trembled violently.

The wave-like force inside the stick body tore a piece of air.

The wind is rising!

This move is to sweep away thousands of troops!

"Whew!"

The 'fire dragon' that came to the top of his head slammed suddenly, and then gradually moved away from the top of Yang Qing's already scorched head.

Wang Dali's sturdy figure was lifted by the long ink-colored stick that brought the wind to it.

"Die!"

Teeth clenched, blocking the gushing of blood!

"Ahh

The sturdy figure was trembled and raised, the 'fire dragon' in his hand lost control, and it was too late to slash, and panic began to appear in the angry shouts in Wang Dali's mouth.

"Buzz!"

The head of the stick that almost penetrated into the chest and abdomen trembled violently, and the nine pitch-black shadows of the stick tore the strong muscles between the chest and abdomen.

Twist and hold the stick in both hands!

Inky long stick split!

This split is for the stormy waves!

"The Nu River is covered with clouds, and it is done!"

"Boom!"

The rock covered in the barrier was much harder than steel. The sturdy body was headed down, and it smashed on it without the slightest resistance!

"Click!"

Wang Dali, died in an instant!

"Poof!"

Yang Qing coughed again, and blood spurted out.

The long stick Wulie was drawn from the corpse and propped up on the ground with a 'clang'.

"Huh!"

A low grin came out of his mouth full of blood, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, looking miserable and indifferent.

He originally wanted to use all his strength to hit the stormy waves, in that way, with the third layer of "Extreme Strength", in addition to the whole body strength of his arms, there are still 10,000 catties, and his arms are combined to 10,000 catties, and then use the power of 'Jintao Stormy Waves' to increase the strength of 20,000 catties, that is, 60,000 catties, even if the monk in the middle stage of Dingling resists this blow, he will be seriously injured.

However, although the strength of his soul was already on par with that of a Spiritual Monk, and he could control and use the strength of his whole body very well, the veins around him did not allow him to do so at all. In that way, before he could hit it, the veins around his body had been torn violently, and he was seriously injured and was about to die.

As for bestiality, he doesn't want to!

At that time, the only way to play the "Nujiang Stick Method" was to play the four outer styles of the Nujiang River Covering Clouds, which was a fusion of the first three styles and a fall in the stick moves.

This requires extremely high control and use of power, if Yang Qing uses all his strength to be coherent with this, in that case, in order not to make the injury worsen sharply, the right arm can only use a thousand catties, and the left arm can use a total of 2,000 catties due to the 'black and red smoke' enhancement of the 1,000 catties, and the whole body strength in addition to the arms is less than 5,000 catties.

With such a weak force, Yang Qing can use it as he wishes, even if he sweeps thousands of armies and swims out of the water, he can increase his strength by three times, and the Nu River can be brought into play.

In the Nu River covering the clouds, the water is punctual with the swimming dragon, and the heavy speed is not gravity, which is 'grabbing'. Sweeping thousands of troops to sweep as a lift, its wave-like force is to shake the stick body into a row at great speed, in order to lift, so that it is difficult to resist. With the stormy waves as the downward split, it is a fatal blow, with a force of 24,000 catties.

This method took a little longer than the 'fire dragon' to slash, but it controlled the king vigorously.

The final stormy waves, not to mention the physical body, even the inferior magic weapons will be damaged.

The two fought in one place, and when Wang Dali died, it only took less than one breath of work completed by the Nu River covering the clouds, and it took three breaths for everyone outside the stage to react.

"Ahh

Sun Xinyao couldn't care less about the horror of Wang Dali's death, and her frightened heart turned into her own excitement, and her heart was beating fast as if she was about to jump out of her mouth.

"Good, good!"

Lu Zhen and the three of them would only say yes vigorously, and all three faces were already red.

"This is a combat skill!" said Bian Zeming's eyes flashed brightly, and he said in surprise in his heart.

Spells are divided into low-level, medium-level, and high-level, and above them are combat skills.

Spells can only be played by Qi refining cultivators with true yuan, and some combat skills can still be practiced by body refining monks.

It was like the Nu River covering the clouds, in order to achieve a low-level combat skill.

And the three styles such as stormy waves are not spells, but they have reached the threshold of combat skills, and can only be called martial arts.

Zhou Tengyun only felt that his head was 'buzzing', and he didn't hear what he said at all. Originally, he was willing to see any death, but at this time, he was terrified, "Yang Qing is so powerful, what should I do!"

Zhou Tengyun first thought of the feud between the two, but the quota of the three inner disciples, just in the cold iron ore area, there was one person who surpassed him, not to mention that there were more than ten outer peaks and tens of thousands of outer disciples.

Originally, with the spiritual object of refining the true level, the strength of the spiritual object Dark Edge Chijin almost surpassed all the deacons, even if there were two or three more people who surpassed him, he still had a very good chance to become an inner disciple, and then he would find Sun Shifeng's help, do some tricks, and become an inner disciple.

But at this point, an absolute threat emerged.

"Buzz!"

The enchantment that shrouds the stage of no return is removed!

Yang Qing touched the blood from the corners of his mouth and chin with his sleeve, and manipulated the Spirit Gathering Array to quickly extract the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to repair the torn veins, and the viscera that was quite seriously injured, and walked towards Sun Xinyao with a faint smile on his face.

"Dispose of the corpse and blood stains, and leave as soon as possible!" said the white middle-aged man coldly.

"Uncle!"

The middle-aged man's voice woke up the sluggish Wang Youcai, and then he shouted hoarsely, full of horror and sorrow.

"Ahh

Wang Youcai was extremely obese, and Zhenyuan was agitated, and ran madly towards the platform of no return.

"Uncle ......"

Wang Youcai was a little timid and picked up the deformed corpse and called hoarsely.

"You wait......"

Wang Youcai's tears were rolling, his eyes were bloodshot with only one gap, he raised his head and looked at Yang Qing, who had heavy steps and an unusually straight back, first with fear, and then with a look of resentment.

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