Yan Xi Ming's clothes suddenly bulged, and a scorching hot stream of air dispersed from his body, bringing with it a chaotic wind that swept towards the silent Yan Gong Luo in front of him. The power of the Fire Soul naturally did not lack the characteristics of "Flame". Scorching, berserk, powerful, sometimes Yang, sometimes Soft, both offensive and defensive. That scorching hot stream of air seemed to be slowly pressing towards Yan Gong Luo. The air was chaotic, and the space was also slightly distorted, showing the extreme power of this silent power.
The Northern Emperor Sect was, after all, the Northern Emperor Sect. His body did not move, but only his Qi. But with just this one move, there were very few in the world who could win against him.
Whoosh …
Another gust of wind blew past. Different from Yan Xi Ming's silent wind, this wind was cool and swift, bringing with it a gust of whistling wind … A shocking scene immediately appeared. The constantly fluctuating whirlpool of air was instantly blown away by the wind, and in the next second, it had already disappeared completely. Even that scorching hot stream of air had completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared in the first place.
Yan Xi Ming, who had always been calm and composed, finally had a great change in expression. With the example of Chu Jingtian and Cold Cliffs, he did not underestimate this person who was deliberately provoking him because of his age. So, before he attacked, he first used "Qi" to test him … Even in his dreams, he had never thought that his Fire Soul power would actually be so easily and cleanly wiped out. Moreover, the power that the other party sent over, gave him a strange feeling that seemed familiar, yet completely strange at the same time. After a short test, the shock and suspicion in his heart could not be any greater.
And on Yan Gong Luo's face revealed a slight mocking smile. Fire Soul Technique … In terms of the purity of the Fire Soul power, in terms of familiarity with the Fire Soul power, in terms of the ability to control the Fire Soul power, in the entire Tianchen Continent, there was no one who could compare to him — Yan Gong Luo, who had the purest Northern Emperor blood!
This battle of Qi that only lasted for a few breaths of time caused the three elders of the Northern Emperor Sect to be stunned, and also caused those peerless experts to be stunned … In the long river, the new generation surpassed the old. Those white-haired experts who were over sixty years old suddenly felt that they were already old. The few youngsters displayed their sharpness that was sharper than what they had sharpened for decades. While they were amazed, they suddenly felt ashamed. This made these domineering and illustrious peerless experts have the intention of not showing off their inadequacies and retreat.
Chi!
With a soft sound, a crimson soft sword appeared in Yan Ximing's hand. This flexible sword was usually hidden in his belt and wrapped around his waist. It was hard to see its existence from the outside. With this appearance, anyone could tell that it was extraordinary. And for him to take the initiative to take out the weapon that he rarely used, it could be seen how much pressure his opponent was giving him.
Yan Gong Luo slowly extended his hands. He did not carry any weapons on him. His hands were extremely powerful weapons to begin with. However, just because he didn't carry a weapon didn't mean he didn't know how to use one.
"Third Baby, catch!" Yan Duancang gave a low shout, and threw a long tree branch towards Yan Gongluo. Yan Gong Luo stretched out his hand to catch it, a mysterious smile appearing on his face.
Yan Ximing's face darkened. Just when everyone thought that he was going to use the tree branch as a weapon to look down on his opponent, he did something completely out of their expectations … He held the tree branch tightly, and poured powerful True Power into it, causing the brittle tree branch to become as hard as steel. Following that, he took out a strange silver thread from his sleeve, and tried his best to bend the tree branch into an arc. Then, he tied the thread to the two ends of the branch.
When he was almost done, an incomparably coarse bow made from tree branches and silver threads appeared in his hands. Back then in the Broken Soul Abyss, their bows were made like this, and they were already very familiar with it. This newly made bow, which even a child would be too lazy to look at, became the weapon he used to fight Yan Ximing.
The bow was the weapon that the Northern Emperor used back then. The power of the Northern Emperor's blood would also be maximized because of the bow. However, there was an extremely strict restriction — — To unleash the strongest Infernal Spirit power on the "bow", one must possess the pure Northern Emperor's blood. Although people who did not possess the pure Northern Emperor's blood could still cultivate the Infernal Spirit Technique to a powerful level, they would never be able to comprehend the essence of the Infernal Spirit Technique on the bow. However, ever since the internal division of the Northern Emperor Sect a hundred years ago, the true Northern Emperor Sect Master was forced into the Broken Soul Abyss, and no one could use the bow to unleash the strongest Infernal Spirit power, so it was gradually forgotten. A hundred years later, it was already forgotten. At least, although Yan Ximing knew about the Northern Emperor's bow, he did not know that the Natal Weapon of the Northern Emperor's blood was the bow.
"This is your weapon?" Yan Ximing's face was calm, but his eyes continuously flashed with a cold light. Using a bow that was not even comparable to a child's toy was even more ironic and contemptuous than using his bare hands. Under his extreme anger, he could only sneer.
"That's right." He slowly raised the bow in his hand, and his gaze that was locked onto Yan Ximing became distant and deep. In his heart, he silently said, "Today … I will let you, fake Northern Emperor Young Master, know what the true Infernal Spirit power is!!"
He, Yan Gong Luo, was the true Northern Emperor Young Master!
He placed his hand on the bowstring, and his index, middle, and ring fingers pulled the bowstring towards Yan Ximing at the same time. A huge stream of compressed air condensed between his fingers, and when he released the three fingers, everyone could hear three overlapping screeches.
Three terrifying waves of air rushed towards him. Yan Ximing's pupils shrank, and when he sensed danger, his body abruptly sank down. Immediately, three violent gusts of wind whistled past the top of his head, followed by three muffled booms. Three pitch-black holes had already appeared on the hard mountain wall behind him.
A bow made of tree branches and silver thread, without any arrows … but with a casual pull of his hand, he actually shot out three Qi arrows that were many times more terrifying than ordinary arrows.
Turning Qi into Arrows, they could not believe what they had just seen, and their hearts trembled violently once again. The Tianchen Demon Martial Conference had only just begun, and they had already suffered one psychological blow after another. They began to sigh, that the future of the Tianchen Continent no longer belonged to them. Instead, it would change because of these few youths who had appeared out of nowhere. Divine Sword Manipulation, Blood Killing Demon Eyes, Turning Qi into Arrows … Today, they did not know how many times they would be shocked, and how many times they would be in disbelief.
Yan Gong Luo's hand moved again, and another three Qi arrows flew towards him. Yan Ximing, who had just lowered his body, flipped backwards and dodged them. He was indescribably shocked. The bow was the most commonly used long-range weapon. It had a large attack range, but its flaws were also extremely obvious: Firstly, it did not have the freedom of close-range weapons. It needed time to pull the bowstring, and time to change the arrow. Once it was closed in, it would be useless. But the bow in Yan Gong Luo's hands, and the "arrows", completely ignored these flaws. Because he only needed to move his fingers to pull the bowstring, and the Qi arrows, were formed in an instant, almost without any time. Moreover, it was not one arrow at a time, but several arrows.
Different from the "sou sou" sound that ordinary arrows made when they flew through the air, Yan Gong Luo's "arrows" made an ear-piercing "qiu" sound, which made people feel uncomfortable all over.
With a flick of his finger, three arrows flew out, brushing past Yan Ximing's arm, and cutting three long marks on his clothes.
With a flick of his finger, another three arrows flew out. Yan Ximing, who had just stabilized his body, did not even have time to think, and dodged sideways. In his ears, another sharp whistling sound came again. Beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
The frequency was too fast, the speed was too fast … At this rate, other than dodging, he could not even get close!
What a terrifying Qi arrow. If a God level expert were to release this kind of Qi arrow, who in the world would be his match … And he, just how did he do it!!
At this moment, he would never have thought that the only thing in the world that could rely on an ordinary bow to condense Qi into an arrow was the power of the Infernal Spirit … the purest power of the Infernal Spirit. Because the bow and arrow was the only weapon of those who possessed the pure blood of the Northern Emperor. Just like the sword, it was the only weapon of those who possessed the pure blood of the Southern Emperor.
* Qiu … *
* Qiu … *
* Qiu … *
The situation was shockingly one-sided. Yan Ximing's figure shuttled through the deadly arrows with incomparable speed. Although he seemed to be able to dodge them beautifully every single time, he was actually in an extremely sorry state. That was because the only thing he could do was dodge. He was like a prey struggling to survive on the line between life and death. When all his consciousness and attention could only be used on dodging, it was impossible for him to even temporarily escape.
* Qiu … *
Chirp …
Yan Gongluo's hand hesitated for a moment as he judged the direction to go. How could Yan Ximing, whose heart was tightly strung, let go of this fleeting opportunity? In that short interval, his body suddenly charged forward, his body forming a swaying white shadow as he rushed towards Yan Gongluo. Just as he moved, the scorching Qi waves had already rushed towards him, wanting to force Yan Gongluo away, or perhaps destroy the bow in his hand. This bow, which had been temporarily made from tree branches, was undoubtedly a terrifying killing weapon in his eyes, causing his heart to palpitate when he looked at it.
With this breathing space, Yan Ximing began to continuously dodge and approach him at the same time. Yan Gongluo's eyes narrowed. Not only did he not reveal an expression of pity or disappointment, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It was unknown whether it was from indifference or disdain. Facing the Qi waves that Yan Ximing had suddenly released, he seemed to not have felt it at all. Facing his body, his fingers once again plucked the bowstring. The difference was that this time, he did not pluck three fingers, but four.
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
The four whistling Qi arrows no longer gathered together like before. Instead, they split up and shot towards Yan Ximing's front, back, left, and right respectively. When they came into contact with the Flame Soul energy that Yan Ximing had released, they pierced through it like arrows piercing through clouds, shooting towards Yan Ximing's body, sealing off all four of his escape routes. On the contrary, the Qi waves were like a punctured balloon, quickly dissipating after the four Qi arrows passed through them.
Using the Flame Soul energy in front of Yan Gongluo was no different from displaying one's slight skill in front of an expert. Not to mention the fact that Yan Ximing's Flame Soul Technique cultivation base was originally inferior to Yan Gongluo's, even if they were equal, he would still be defeated if he faced Yan Gongluo. This was the difference between a mixed and a pure one. In front of the pure Flame Soul energy, the mixed Flame Soul energy would subconsciously submit and make a humble escape gesture. In comparison, if Yan Gongluo were to face someone with strength similar to Yan Ximing's, but who cultivated a different cultivation method, it would be much more difficult.
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