The Bone Melting Soft Palm appeared soft and powerless on the outside, but it contained a world-shattering strength inside, bursting out violently! The body of the victim was like an ordinary person without any external injuries, but the broken bones seemed boneless, so it was called the Bone Melting Soft Palm.
As a contemporary divine beast martial artist, Song Wendong knew almost all the martial skills in the world. When the master's wrist shook for the first time, it caused a fluctuation in the air. He already knew what kind of martial skill was coming next. Not only was the Bone Melting Soft Palm's momentum continuous, what was even more terrifying was its palm speed. It seemed as soft as water, but in fact, it was just an illusion of the palm shadows. The real Bone Melting Soft Palm's palm speed was extremely fast, as fast as lightning.
A low roar rolled out of Song Wendong's throat. Steward Hou was so surprised that his jaw felt dislocated. The true energy spurted out of Qilin's body faintly formed two different shapes, and these two shapes gathered in the palm of his hand in an instant.
"Four Spirits Palm!" Steward Hou couldn't imagine that Song Wendong could use the Four Spirits Palm, which was derived from the weakness of the flying snake, the thickness of the black tortoise, and the other two spirits, at the peak of the fifteen-star level!
Steward Hou had followed Song Wendong for many years, so he naturally knew his master's intention in creating this martial arts technique. It implied that Qilin was superior to the four spirits divine beast martial artists.
Divine beast martial artists were all unruly top martial artists, and they would not admit that the other party was stronger than them. Steward Hou couldn't judge whether Song Wendong was really superior to other divine beast martial artists. This kind of thing couldn't be determined without fighting, but that kind of broad-mindedness had already revealed a very strong signal when this Four Spirits Palm was created.
When Song Wendong created this set of martial arts technique, his initial idea was to use this set of unique martial arts techniques in a battle between divine beast martial artists. He never thought that a fifteen-star level martial artist could use it. Even the Bone Melting Soft Palm was used in the battle with the master. Song Wendong once again turned the impossible into the possible and used the Two Spirits Palm beyond his usual level.
The martial dao masters who were watching the battle were dumbfounded as they looked at Song Wendong's attack. His attack seemed to be light and floating, like the arms of thousands of poisonous snakes, but it faintly exuded a thick aura of power, which contained a heavy force of thousands of pounds.
Song Wendong executed the Kirin Steps. His body did not move or sway, just like a black tortoise taking a stroll. Every step he took could be seen clearly by everyone. His heavy strength and imposing manner told everyone that nothing could stop his advance.
As soon as he pushed forward, he collided with the master. Qilin took the opportunity to explode with the power of a top-notch Martial Dao Great Grandmaster, punching straight at the master's throat with a single punch.
The head could move along with the neck to dodge. Neck! But he couldn't really move!
Song Wendong calculated everything. He aimed a punch at the throat. His clenched fist could turn into a flick at any time! With Qilin's palm strength and finger strength, even a row of heavy mobile armors would have a series of transparent holes.
Facing a punch that was enough to shatter Qilin Mountain by itself, how could Grandmaster, who had entered a state of excitement from the battle, dodge? The five fingers of the Transforming Bone Soft Palm fiercely clenched into a fist, and with several popping sounds, the jade-like fist became even more transparent, as if the ice had transformed into the glass type. Dazzling vast light continuously expanded from within his body, like a charged fluorescent tube.
Light Fist! Song Wendong's heart was beating wildly. In the blink of an eye, this kid had turned his palm over and used another secret art! Even if he went to Sacred Martial Hall every day for a short period of time, he wouldn't be able to practice so many secret arts in the Sacred Martial Hall, right? Moreover, every secret art had been practiced to the peak of the star-class!
Even though it was launched later, it arrived first! This was one of the biggest characteristics of the Light Fist. Song Wendong saw the incoming fist and bent his arm. Qilin's protective arm was faintly covered with tortoiseshell lines, and a Four Spirits Elbow hit the master's fist.
As the fist and elbow collided, the surroundings of Qilin Mountain began to collapse. The trees growing on the mountain wall fell down the mountain stream along with the rolling stones and dust.
The exchange of blows between the two masters was completed in an instant. The spectators, who were also martial dao masters, couldn't clearly see what had happened just now. They only saw the figures swaying a few times in the vast light. Only Song Zhenting and Steward Hou could see it clearly and exclaimed in admiration.
As the two sides separated, Master's eyes were filled with admiration. He is indeed a divine beast-level martial artist. Not only is the change of this elbow amazing, but the circulation of the true aura shield in his fist and arm is even more unexpected.
Master's lightning-like steps didn't stop. Smoke rose wherever he passed, but he didn't leave any traces on the ground. He arrived before Qilin once again. With a shake of his shoulder and arm, he threw a punch straight at Song Wendong's heart.
This punch caused his arm to break through the air and explode outwards, creating a huge compression in the air dozens of meters around his fist and arm, forming a huge empty space.
The power of the true aura shield was fully released by Master's hand at this moment. The majestic airflow could already change the air environment around the body. There was no need to release true energy. Just the pressure formed by the punch was not inferior to the true energy released by ordinary martial arts masters.
If I turn energy into element and use aura shield, how powerful would it be? Qin Fen was excited just thinking about it. After stepping into the realm of master, he could be considered to have truly entered the world of martial dao! The majestic martial force could influence the martial force of the Federation. Only after entering the realm of master could one see the existence of such power.
Song Wendong calmed his heart and sank his steps, motionless.
In the face of Master's Radiant Fist, Song Wendong's face was calm. His eyes were as deep as water. His five fingers were completely opened and closed into a fist, as if five mountain peaks were condensed together. The true aura shield mixed with the steaming blood surged in his blood vessels, even covering the sound of the collapsing mountain.
The five fingers converged! It was as if five mountain peaks were overlapped together! In the next moment, Master's martial senses gave birth to a feeling that Song Wendong was not converging five fingers, but rather, he was holding the Qilin Mountain in his fist. It was a real mountain.
Steward Hou smiled at the sight of this scene. Master was at a slight disadvantage at the beginning of the battle, but gradually, he was almost completely at a disadvantage by Qin Fen. Such a battle was something that the divine beast, Qilin, had never encountered before.
At this moment, Song Wendong gathered the mountain soul of the Qilin Mountain in his fist, mixing it with the two spirits of the Four Spirits Palm. The thick Qilin Mountain had witnessed countless seasons of nature, and the flow of his fist was vast and mighty, supporting the Radiant Fist … the warmth of the spring wind, the scorching heat of the summer, the murderous autumn, and the biting cold of the winter. This was a punch that could support the collapse of the sky.
"Good!" Master looked at the aura of power of mountains and rivers. Suddenly, he took a deep breath of the surging air. His fist fell without any change, and the fanaticism in his eyes suddenly extinguished …
In a flash, the people who came to watch, as well as Steward Hou and Song Zhenting, felt endless loneliness. Loneliness, the loneliness of being invincible, the loneliness of hating invincibility.
Qin Fen, who was in the middle of it, felt the strong emotions in the master's punch. His eyes became moist. At this moment, he could feel the loneliness of being invincible in the universe. The punch obviously didn't belong to the master, but it made Qin Fen feel a special emotion as if he was experiencing it himself …
Song Jia's eyes turned red unknowingly. Her beautiful eyes were already filled with tears, and there was an indescribable loneliness and bitterness in her chest.
Master's eyes had long lost the previous fanatical aura of battle. Every pore on his body exuded loneliness. Master was not lonely. The one who was really lonely was someone else, the heaven-breaker level expert, Zong Juelu!
Invincibility, in the eyes of outsiders, was glamorous, but only the invincible knew how lonely it was to be invincible. No matter how invincible the strong was, they could not resist loneliness. Therefore, the heaven-defying martial dao finally merged into loneliness. The loneliness of invincibility. The most important martial dao in life was only loneliness. To live invincibly and to die invincibly.
Master studied the martial dao of the world. Although he did not have the invincible loneliness of Zong Juelu, he could still learn seventy to eighty percent of the monstrous loneliness of the fist. Qilin, who was in the battle, had a solemn and deep expression. He felt the pressure of the sky, and the ambition in his heart seemed to be depressed with loneliness.
Loneliness. In the next moment, Qin Fen and Qilin clearly felt the special desolation in this martial dao. In an instant, there was a trace of resonance in their hearts. In the next moment, the wind, sand, mountains, and trees seemed to be infected by this loneliness and resonated.
Loneliness. Qilin's eyes bloomed with the light of empathy. The power of Qilin's fist did not decrease but increased, as if the entire Qilin Mountain was flying up, shaking the lonely light fist with the power of the mountains.
In the eyes of the spectators, the fast, unyielding, and overbearing fists seemed to be playing back in slow motion, colliding with each other fiercely.
Boom … the mountain under everyone's feet sank quickly. The peak of Qilin Mountain was no longer collapsing slowly like before. It collapsed quickly in the blink of an eye.
Boulders rolled down and trees were blasted out of the soil by the force of the vibration. Everyone felt as if they were standing on a high-speed bus that had suddenly collided with each other. The collision of aura energy was everywhere.
Master's fist fell and turned into a palm, sweeping along Qilin's arm and chopping at Qilin's throat. In the blink of an eye, the loneliness turned into the coldness of winter. Song Wendong's ankles turned and his body spun like a whirlwind, dodging the palm that was about to break his neck. His shoulder shook and straightened his arm like a spear, piercing through the air and stabbing at Master's throat with the momentum of a spear.
Master's eyes were hollow. The palm that was protecting his chest was clenched into a fist and raised to his throat. The hammer that was protecting his heart turned into a hammer that was protecting his neck, blocking Qilin's spear. His hollow eyes flashed with a trace of wretchedness as he kicked his groin. Qilin had to defend his empty groin because of the cross.
This? Song Wendong was shocked and retracted his spear. Master's wretched eyes suddenly surged with murderous intent. The muscles of his hand that was protecting his neck wriggled like a dagger, stabbing at Qilin's heart.
Martial Dao of Massacre, Heart Excising Hand! In the blink of an eye, Master's martial dao changed three times. Song Wendong held his spear arm and responded with his elbow. He did not give in and entered the battle of fighting for every inch of land. The two exchanged blows on the collapsed Qilin Mountain. Huge dust and gravel enveloped the entire collapsed Qilin Mountain.
Fight, attack! The entire Qilin Mountain peak was shattered by the impact of the battle between the two. The martial dao masters and grandmasters who rushed over were dumbfounded as they watched this shocking battle between the fifteen-star level, but the real battle was a battle of martial dao foundations. They were glad that they could watch this battle in their lives. Their martial dao would definitely improve in the future.
"Watching a fierce battle of fifteen-star level can actually enhance the speed of one's martial dao advancement …"
When everyone thought of this, they didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Especially the two constellation warriors, their mouths were full of bitterness. They secretly wondered what was going on.
The smile between Steward Hou's eyebrows had long been depressed like a crossroad that was blocked by tens of thousands of cars. Although the two sides in front of him were fighting fiercely, and Qilin seemed to be much better than before when he lost the upper hand, in fact, he was not as good as before.
Although Qilin was attacking fiercely now, he was almost forced to the point of being completely suppressed. If he couldn't even attack fiercely, it would be the moment of true defeat.
Qilin would be defeated? Steward Hou and Song Zhenting had never thought of this possibility. Even if the mysterious Azure Dragon rose rapidly in an almost heaven-defying manner, the two never thought that the Earth Martial God, Qilin, Song Wendong, would lose.
Three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes … thirteen minutes … fourteen minutes and fifty seconds … fifty-one seconds … fifty-three seconds …
Hashimoto looked at the broken battlefield dumbfounded. The fat on his body was jumping with excitement. He secretly thought that even if he was killed on the spot for violating Qilin's order, it was worth watching this battle!
"The last blow!"
Suddenly! Qilin saw the accurate information from Master's eyes. The lonely fist intent sublimated again, and the mighty Investiture of the Gods bloomed from Master's hands for the first time. Song Wendong took a deep breath. The scales on his skin grew, and his slightly bent spine straightened again. The joints in his body made a thunderous sound, giving people the feeling that his body was filled with explosives.
The moment the true aura shield entered his body and vibrated his bones to the peak, the black skin began to change. The muscles slightly expanded, and the black skin turned golden yellow in the blink of an eye, like an elite topaz, flashing with layers of light.
Another breakthrough! This was the difference between a divine beast martial artist and an ordinary martial artist. He had a strong foundation that was unimaginable to ordinary people. Under special circumstances, there was indeed a possibility of a breakthrough, but it required time, place, battlefield atmosphere, and the opponent's situation to have such an opportunity.
A sword energy visible to the naked eye burst out from Qilin's lips with a long roar. The sound pierced through gold and stone, and the aura broke through mountains and rivers. Qilin's king's prestige spread out. A long roar blew away some loneliness, and the Four Spirits Palm added another spirit!
Master didn't seem to see Qilin's fist momentum. The Electric Steps under his feet suddenly turned into Thunder Steps! Although the Electric Steps were fast, it didn't have the power of Thunder Steps!
Before coming into contact, Song Wendong had already felt the power of Master's Investiture of the Gods. Before the Four Spirits Palm came into contact, there was a faint sign of collapse. Even the air around the golden palm seemed to be sucked clean by the Investiture of the Gods, as if it wanted to squeeze the air out of people's lungs.
Amazing! Song Wendong was very surprised. Can Qin Fen break through again instinctively? This punch was much stronger than the previous punches and kicks.
Master stepped in front of Qilin with a step. The Investiture of the Gods target was extremely clear, locking Song Wendong's face.
This punch was not sudden. Master's eyes gave Song Wendong enough time to prepare. If he chose to dodge in this situation instead of parrying, then he wasn't Qilin Song Wendong.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Song Wendong's arms hidden at his waist were also raised high. Crossing his arms like the horns of the Qilin divine beast, he blocked Master's Investiture of the Gods with all his strength.
The moment the fist and arm came into contact, Song Wendong felt that Qin Fen's punch was mighty and unparalleled. The surging aura energy was like the Yellow River. The aura of loneliness had long disappeared, but the invincible aura contained in the loneliness remained. His whole person seemed to be standing in the universe, facing the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens pouring down.
The top of the Qilin Mountain was like a building that had been violently blown up. It collapsed at a high speed. Stones the size of a human head splashed in the smoke and soil. After the Investiture of the Gods hit the Qilin's horn that was about to collapse, it went straight for Song Wendong's head.
Song Jia closed her eyes subconsciously. She didn't want to see what would happen next. After waiting for a second, she found that the roar caused by the fierce battle had suddenly weakened. She opened her eyes curiously and looked at the center of the battlefield.
Qin Fen's fist went straight for the Qilin's horn and stopped two inches away from Song Wendong's chest. Although he was still standing there, his eyes had lost the spirit of battle. The true energy of the fifteen-star level had disappeared without a trace.
Fifteen minutes! Exactly fifteen minutes! At the last moment, Master let go of the control of Qin Fen's body. Song Wendong, who had lost control of Qin Fen's body, was stunned.
Everyone around looked at the battle that had suddenly stopped. How did the mighty fist power and fiery battle stop completely in an instant? Did Qin Fen's true energy run out? It's impossible! He was still alive and kicking just now. How could he run out all of a sudden?
Song Wendong recalled Qin Fen's words at the beginning. Fifteen minutes.
Thinking back, Song Wendong found that it had been exactly fifteen minutes since Qin Fen woke up, not even half a second had passed.
Thinking back carefully, Song Wendong suddenly remembered that Qin Fen seemed to have said something before the battle stopped. It was just that he had ignored it when he was dealing with the mighty Investiture of the Gods.
"Now that I think about it …" Song Wendong was lost in thought. At the last moment, he seemed to hear Qin Fen saying, "Fifteen minutes is too little … too little … but, it's okay. I'm very happy … "
Happy? Fifteen minutes? Song Wendong looked at the unconscious Qin Fen slowly falling to the ground. His eyes were filled with puzzlement. He looked back at Steward Hou not far away and said, "Take him and follow me."
After a moment, Song Wendong disappeared from the collapsing main peak of Qilin Mountain. Steward Hou, who had bent over and picked up the unconscious Qin Fen, also disappeared from the broken peak.
"Dad …"
"Girl, if you want to see your sweetheart, you need to be patient." Song Zhenting caressed his daughter Song Jia's long hair. "We need to wait for a while."
The incomparably fierce battle ended all of a sudden. Everyone had an indescribable feeling of emptiness as they turned and left the collapsing Qilin Mountain one after another.
Although today's fierce battle ended abruptly, it still gave everyone countless inspirations. Hashimoto swayed his fat body and flew down the Qilin Mountain with a face full of joy.
After rushing up the Qilin Mountain and watching the rare fierce battle, Hashimoto discovered that his martial dao path, which had been stagnant for a long time, had started again since he met Qin Fen.
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