MTL - Begin Immortality By Slaying Demons-Chapter 247 Zhan Changqing Zhenren
Chapter 247 Battle with Changqing Zhenren
The tip of the spear tore through the sky, and the thick thunder slurry crackled.
Like the wrath of the sky, it is so powerful that ordinary people dare not look directly at it.
Shen Yi looked silently, her eyes shining brightly.
With the blessing of the golden eagle's magical power, the speed of the entire spear slowed down several times, but even so, it still made his pupils shrink slightly.
This is the Hunyuan Martial Arts that he has longed for.
Such a scene has already surpassed all the methods I have seen before.
Whether it is the true meaning of Liangyi or something else, it is a simple use of breath to condense it into form.
But in the scene before him, the other party actually mobilized the sky thunder with a mortal body.
Where does thunder come from and is it transformed by breath?
The green shirt fluttered, and scarlet dragon and tiger patterns slowly appeared on his lower body.
He simply gave up the idea of continuing to dodge.
The three demon kings in the body roared in unison, and all their powerful strength was poured into the right arm.
Until it completely turns into a thunder arc and disperses.
Unless you have some advanced means, you can just accept it reluctantly.
The gun body, which was more than ten feet long, melted inch by inch under his fist.
Shen Yi's fists were exhausted, her breathing was a little quick, and she raised her eyes to look forward.
.
But in front of that spear, there was no way to avoid it.
Shen Yi shattered the lightning arcs on his body with his powerful demonic energy. When the spear was three inches away from him, he used the Xiaoyao Chengfeng Art with all his strength.
In the perfect method of movement, breathing is the distance of a hundred feet.
The flesh and blood of the right palm was scorched black, revealing the illusory Dao Ying palm. It was wrapped in a faint peacock red light and was slowly repairing the damage.
The thunder slurry that can instantly turn the mortal body into coke splashed on the edge of his fist, and the skin glowed red. It was Dao Ying who was struggling to resist, but in addition to Dao Ying, the skin and flesh itself were also powerful. So hard to understand.
For those in the first stage of Hunyuan, it is not surprising that this killing move can be instantly wiped out.
Shen Yi adjusted his condition quickly, with a slightly strange look in his eyes... In a life-and-death fight, the aura and realm of this so-called real person far exceeded his expectations, but every move of the other party made him feel a little bit unsatisfied. Understand.
Changqing Zhenren failed to seize this momentary opportunity. Instead, he stared at the young man as if he were a monster.
Under the gaze of Master Changqing, Shen Yi's expression remained unchanged as he punched the thunder gun with a bang.
…”
“What kind of fool?!”
Hurrah!
Shen Yi reluctantly moved away from the vital point, her jet-black hair was raised, and a ferocious look suddenly appeared in her eyes.
But such a rough punch was really beyond his knowledge.
Even not as good as myself, a martial artist who has just started practicing for less than a year.
Either looking back, or standing there in a daze.
Soon, energy surged into his limbs again, and Shen Yi's figure suddenly disappeared.
Seeing this, Master Changqing took two steps back in a panic. There was an extra thunder knife on each palm of his hands. He did not let himself move. Instead, he stood on the spot and looked around randomly.
唰—
Shen Yi fell in the air from behind him, Qian Yuan slashed his back from his back, and the knife ripped through his skin!
The skillful technique is like killing a pig, directly peeling off its Tao Ying.
If it had been an ordinary warrior, he would have been cut in two at this moment.
"ah!"
Changqing Zhenren burst out with a scream, and the solid Dao Ying jumped out of the skin, with thunder and liquid surging all over his body, making Shen Yi's face white and dark.
He lost control of the two swords in his hands and slashed them down frantically.
Anger mixed with fear.
Thunder slurry surged out violently, turning all nearby mountains into scorched earth.
Shen Yi raised her eyebrows and pulled away.
At this moment, in his eyes, Master Chang Qing is no longer a strong martial artist, but just a wounded and angry beast who only instinctively vents his emotions. Sure enough, after several consecutive cuts with knives, there was no effect at all.
Changqing Zhenren was frightened and angry, and he spent all his energy without hesitation. His entire figure turned into a fierce thunder dragon and crashed towards the green-shirted figure!
Boom! boom! boom!
Mountains and rivers were torn apart, and thousands of giant trees collapsed.
Every move he makes is a different Hunyuan martial arts.
It is enough to show that Xuanguang Cave has rich heritage.
And regardless of whether there is any effect, it is done with all one's strength.
Shen Yi concentrated on avoiding his sharp edge, clenching the handle of the knife tightly with her fingers, her expression becoming more and more indifferent, quietly waiting for the opponent to be exhausted.
The same trick will be caught if you use it too many times.
At the moment when Master Chang Qing transformed into a thunder dragon and struck for the tenth time, Shen Yi finally no longer just avoided it. He swept out exactly three feet to the right and watched the thunder slurry scatter in all directions.
At the moment when Changqing Zhenren’s figure was revealed.
Shen Yi was already hanging behind him. The long knife in his hand burst out with demonic power, and then she stabbed the petal in the opponent's heart fiercely!
Changqing Zhenren subconsciously took a picture of his waist.
Until the shot was empty, he looked in shock at the body that was chopped into two parts on the ground.
At the same time, the long sword glowing with thick fog and red light, with the blessing of the three-headed demon king, had suddenly plunged into the thunder slurry and cut to the white flower.
Click!
Although the white flowers are extremely hard, they still break apart under the blade.
Changqing Zhenren's eyes widened unconsciously, and he opened his mouth but no sound came out.
The eyes formed by the condensation of thunder pulp actually revealed human emotions.
Hazard!
He instinctively turned into a thunder dragon again and jumped toward the sky, not noticing that his bright white body was becoming dim.
Shen Yi looked at the direction in which he was escaping, and slowly put Qian Yuan back into her sheath.
The next moment, the frightening thunder light was scattered by the golden palm. The thunder light Daoying quickly shrank and was casually held in the palm of the seven-foot golden body, just like holding a chicken.
The golden body of Arhat fell in front of Shen Yi.
Also falling together were the scattered dragon corpses that had been dismantled. The claws were claws, the skin was skin, and the flesh and blood were torn into regular pieces.
Changqing Zhenren struggled desperately.
But under that golden palm, no matter how much lightning burst out from his body, it had no effect at all.
“Let me go! What’s the point of asking senior to take action!”
He pounded his golden fingers hard and yelled crazily at Shen Yi.
Jin Shen glanced at him indifferently, and with a little force, he squeezed the Changqing Master so hard that Dao Ying almost broke.
Their hearts were chopped into pieces by my lord, and they are still talking harshly here.
Mrs. Qinghua respectfully handed Dao Ying over and said, "Please deal with it, my lord."
Listen to the gentle voice ringing in your ears.
Changqing Zhenren's struggling movements suddenly froze, and he stared at the young man in front of him in horror.
My lord?
This is not his senior, but his protective servant?
What a terrifying background it is to be able to ask someone who has transformed into a **** to be your slave!
Could he be from outside the Immortal Sect? !
"Changqing is willing to serve my lord! Spare my life! The humble slave Changqing is willing to protect my lord!"
The little Dao Ying frantically bumped his forehead against the palm of the golden body.
When he looked at Shen Yi again, what he saw was a pair of strange vertical pupils.
There was a wolf howling near my ears.
Changqing Zhenren only felt that his soul was wandering, as if he was torn apart by invisible hands, and he soon lost consciousness.
(End of this chapter)
