Only Xiantian Qi, which was beyond ordinary martial arts, could cause such a strong destructive force in an instant. Only Xiantian Qi could ignore the protection of the armguard and directly attack Xiao Yifan's internal organs.
However, by the time this powerful Internal Strength cultivator reacted, he no longer had the chance to inform his other two fellow disciples.
Just as his body seemed to have lost its weight and support and fell down, Zhuang Yuan and Xiao Yilin had already pounced on him at the same time like birds.
Both of their movements had reached the limit in an instant. One of them was a Level 9 Internal Strength expert while the other was a Level 10 Internal Strength expert. At the same time, they used their special skills and attacked He Yiming with their strongest attacks without holding back.
Zhuang Yuan's entire body seemed to be ignited with a trace of red flame. This was the manifestation of his fire attribute cultivation method being pushed to the limit. Beside him, the scorching aura faintly carried a trace of sulfuric smell. Even his clothes began to have a kind of feeling of being burnt yellow.
Even when he faced He Quanxin's attack, he still held back and did not use his full strength. However, at this moment, he was greatly alarmed. Although he was only facing an unremarkable young man, under the intense pressure of danger, the attack he unleashed was definitely the most powerful attack he had ever unleashed in his life.
Although Xiao Yifan did not have Zhuang Yuan's strength, his speed was faster. Just as He Yiming let go of Xiao Yifan's arm, he had already arrived behind He Yiming and swung his arm like lightning towards his back.
The sleeves on his arms began to swell without any wind, and then suddenly burst apart. This was because he had already channeled all the inner strength he could muster into the golden arm guard. After the amplification of the inner strength from the arm relic, his inner strength had become so strong that he could not control it at all. That was why his sleeves were torn apart, revealing the dazzling golden light of the arm guard.
The sharp sound of the wind was like the cry of ghosts and the howling of wolves. It went straight into He Yiming's ears. As long as one had achieved Internal Strength, they would be able to feel the power of this move. If this attack really landed on his back, even if he was a Stage Ten Internal Force expert, he wouldn't be able to bear the consequences.
Besieging Wei to rescue Zhao, this was the method he used.
He Yiming's face and eyes were still expressionless in the face of the two experts' full strength attacks. At this moment, his spirit soared, and there was no longer any emotion in his heart. The way he looked at them was like how people would look at busy ants. There was not the slightest bit of emotion.
He raised his two hands and pushed Xiao Yilin's arm away in a strange arc. Then, his other hand collided with Zhuang Yuan's palm, which was filled with the power of fire.
There was no sound, but it filled the hearts of the two with an indescribable shock.
Their powerful attacks seemed to have hit a ball of cotton, and there was a sense of depression that they could not release. The power from He Yiming's hand did not seem to be very strong, but their power could not penetrate the layer of cotton and hurt him at all.
Immediately after, He Yiming's hands moved in the air. His speed wasn't very fast, it was as if he was practicing on his own in an open space. Moreover, the fist technique he was practicing was the widely spread Soft Palm of the water attribute cultivation methods.
However, in his hands, this set of ordinary Cotton Palms unleashed an unimaginable power.
His palms pushed, lifted, sucked, and pulled. Those clearly visible movements seemed to have a powerful magic, which formed a whirlpool that he firmly controlled within a few meters of his body.
Whether it was Zhuang Yuan or Xiao Yilin, after using all their skills, they could not break free from this invisible whirlpool.
Their faces had become extremely bleak. At this time, they certainly understood how unfathomable this young man's strength was. They also knew that Xiao Yilin, who was lying on the ground, was definitely doomed. However, at this time, they could not even take care of themselves, so how could they care about anything else? They could only try their best to struggle in this whirlpool to escape.
Although it was He Yiming's first time using the Water Soft Palm against an enemy, the true essence of the Soft Palm had been greatly reflected in his hands. Especially that one hand that controlled space and stuck to people like glue, it was displayed incisively and vividly by He Yiming.
At this moment, in the eyes of Zhuang Yuan and Xiao Yilin, He Yiming was like a huge and terrifying human-shaped spider. Every time he waved his palm, he spat out a strand of spider silk. The spider silk had a strong stickiness, and it was entangling the two of them in circles.
Even with Xiao Yilin's Innate Light Body Technique, he felt more and more unable to break free. If it was not for the fear of death that made the two of them unwilling to be captured, they would have given up resisting at this moment.
Slowly, the two of them were like insects stuck in a spider's web. Although they tried their best to flap their wings, they were stuck tighter and tighter, and there was no possibility of breaking free.
However, the only thing that gave them a glimmer of hope was that He Yiming's Cotton Palm was not very powerful. Apart from the terrifying power of entanglement, it did not seem to cause any substantial damage to them. This might be the only reason why they were still able to persevere.
In fact, He Yiming's palms were just waving casually, and his mind was focused on the feet of the two men.
In particular, Xiao Yilin's steps were still profound and unpredictable. If He Yiming's strength was not so much stronger than his, he might have escaped the range of the Cotton Palm's control at this moment.
After listening to their conversation, he had already decided to kill them all. This feeling was so strong and irreversible.
However, after killing Xiao Yi Fan, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He remembered the Xiantian Light Body Technique that the Xiao brothers had displayed in the Yuan family. It was this technique, which originated from the clouds and rain, that made him very interested and enlightened.
Therefore, he used the Cotton Palm to control the two men by his side, and slowly observed and experienced it.
Experiencing it personally and watching it from the sidelines were two completely different feelings. Although it lacked the rationality of a bystander, it could make him more immersed in it.
In his senses, Xiao Yilin was not a person, but had turned into a cloud of mist that was constantly changing in a strange manner. His palm formed an invisible wall that trapped the cloud of mist within.
He did not know how long this feeling lasted, but He Yiming suddenly realized that the cloud had dissipated, as if it had turned into nothingness under the sun.
He was startled and immediately woke up from that wondrous state.
When he turned his gaze, Xiao Yilin had already fallen to the ground. His eyes were scattered and unfocused, and his whole body was soaked in sweat as if he had just been fished out of the water. He Yiming felt that his muscles were soft, and there was no longer a trace of the strong aura of a cultivator. Instead, he was like a person who had been paralyzed for many years, without the slightest elasticity. Moreover, his body was constantly twitching slightly, and he was exhaling more than he was inhaling. It seemed that even if he did not care, he could die at any time.
He Yiming heard the violent panting sound of an old cow pulling a cart. He turned his head to take a look.
Zhuang Yuan was still circling around him, but under the power of his palms, it was impossible for him to have the slightest chance of breaking through.
Every time He Yiming's fists and palms collided, his internal strength would be greatly consumed. At this moment, he was already an arrow at the end of its flight, and it seemed that he would fall at any time.
At this point, He Yiming finally understood.
Although he did not kill them, due to the resentment in his heart, it was naturally impossible for him to show mercy to these two people.
The power above his palms was always maintained at a certain intensity, like a large millstone, wearing away the internal strength of the two people little by little.
This feeling was actually very terrifying. Zhuang Yuan and Xiao Yilin would rather be killed like Xiao Yifan, than be so cowardly and tired to death. However, at that point, their life and death were no longer in their own hands. They could only follow He Yiming's baton and keep spinning.
It was not until one of them fell down that He Yiming came to his senses.
However, at this time, Zhuang Yuan's eyes were no longer arrogant, angry, and resentful. Instead, like Xiao Yilin, he seemed to be in a state of confusion.
Under the exhaustion, no matter what kind of emotions he had, he did not hold back. Perhaps the only thought in his mind was to lie down and sleep regardless of everything.
The reason why he was able to persist was almost an instinct, a desire to survive that supported him.
He Yiming didn't know why, but he didn't feel any excitement in his heart. He just sighed deeply and suddenly increased the strength in his hand. He gently struck out and shook off Zhuang Yuan's arm. Then, he silently pressed on Zhuang Yuan's chest.
Powerful True Qi surged out like a flying storm, instantly shattering all his internal organs into powder.
Zhuang Yuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and a sigh of relief came from his mouth. At this last moment, he seemed to have woken up from his daze, but in his eyes, there seemed to be only a kind of joy of relief.
He Yiming's eyes swept across the ground and looked up at the sky.
The sky was still dark and gloomy, but he knew that the sky was about to brighten.
Naturally, the three people on the ground could not stay here like this. He Yiming did not have any impression of their master other than knowing that his name was Lu Xinwen. However, since they could train such disciples and had such strong confidence in Lu Xinwen, this person's strength was definitely not below theirs, and even had the possibility of becoming a Xiantian master.
Inexplicably meeting such a person, even He Yiming could not help but sigh helplessly.
He grabbed the three people on the ground. Although the three people were much heavier than the glaive, they still could not cause any burden to him.
He strode toward the mountain where he had previously practiced the glaive.
Although his speed could not be compared with the two Xiao brothers, with the Xiantian Genuine Qi as the foundation, he was not inferior to Zhuang Yuan.
When the first ray of sunlight appeared on the horizon, he had already climbed up the mountain.
He slammed a few times on the ground and blasted a big hole. After hesitating for a moment, He Yiming reached out and took the golden arm guards from the Xiao brothers, then searched their bodies for a moment.
The most precious thing on their bodies was undoubtedly the bottle of Energy Gold Pills. Other than that, there were only some gold ingots. As for the Xiantian Body Lightening Secret Manual that He Yiming hoped to find, it was not on them at all.
After collecting these things, He Yiming threw the corpses of the three people into the pit. Then, he swept his feet and covered the surrounding soil with his soil. Although this mound was very simple and crude, it could still be considered a grave.
Suddenly, He Yiming remembered the black-clothed man that he met when he was celebrating the Cheng family's birthday in Taicang County.
At that time, he just wanted to snatch the so-called secret manual, but the powerful power of the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms directly killed the black-clothed man on the spot.
However, that was not the first time he had killed someone, so when he dealt with it, he was relatively calm.
However, now that he thought about it, what he did at that time seemed to be no different from what Xiao Yi Fan was doing now. It was just that the Xiao brothers were more ruthless and merciless.
He sighed softly. Could it be that in the bottom of everyone's heart, there was such a terrifying thought and thought? It was just that some people showed it because of their strength, while most people were forced to hide it in their hearts because they didn't have such great strength.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. If that was really the case, then this world was too terrifying.
Suddenly, a drop of water fell on his head.
He looked up in surprise. Unknowingly, it had started to drizzle in the forest.
Inexplicably, an indescribable feeling of annoyance surged in his heart. He suddenly jumped up and ran to the top of the mountain as fast as he could.
The mountain that was difficult for ordinary people to climb was not like flat ground in He Yiming's eyes, but it was not difficult for him to move.
His figure was like a big monkey, his feet constantly kicking lightly on the trees. Every time he leaped, he would be able to quickly cover a distance. Not long after, he had already reached the peak of the mountain.
At this time, the rain was getting heavier. The raindrops connected together like a net, hanging in front of his eyes.
The rustling of the leaves in the wind and rain matched the rhythm of the rain. Sometimes it was heavy, sometimes it was soothing. It was as if it had turned into a beautiful movement in his heart.
He looked as far as he could. Between the mountains, there were layers of thick fog.
In the rain, the clouds seemed to have been washed and revealed their colorful side.
In a split second, the clouds suddenly became brilliant. They were like blooming purple-red flower buds, competing with each other in terms of beauty. They were also like charming young girls swaying their muslin and dancing gracefully. They were even more like the fiery red camellias that were blooming all over the mountains and plains, laughing and competing with each other in terms of beauty.
He Yiming's soul seemed to have been cleansed by the sudden rain. All the dust on it was instantly washed clean.
There was no longer any worldly thoughts in his heart. His eyes were clear and pure, like a newborn baby, looking at the world with a curious gaze.
In his mind, a cloud of mist appeared once again. It was a cloud of mist that was constantly dancing and changing unpredictably.
On the Cheng family's groom's arena in Taicang county, the unpredictable, traceless, and traceless Seal of Clouds and Rain.
On the Yuan family of Zhengtong county, the Xiao brothers' strange and ever-changing, miraculous footwork that was impossible to grasp.
And the personal experience just now, everything that he had comprehended from Xiao Yilin's body, seemed to have completely exploded at this moment.
He Yiming slowly closed his eyes. He was no longer looking at the world with his eyes. Instead, he was using his soul to comprehend this miraculous world.
In his heart, the continuous mountain rain and the layers of churning fog gave him an extremely miraculous feeling.
The miraculous nature was so powerful. He, a Xiantian master, was so insignificant that he was not worth a mention here.
The constantly churning fog in his mind gradually formed a figure. Slowly, the figure became clear. In his consciousness, it was constantly doing all kinds of miraculous movements.
In these movements, he could see the shadow of the Seal of Clouds and Rain. He could also see the miraculous footwork of the Xiao brothers. But even more, through the movements of the figure, he could see the drizzle above his head and the fog between the mountains.
He stood silently on the peak of the mountain, feeling the incredible surging aura of nature. At this moment, his entire person seemed to have merged with the world.
His consciousness seemed to have escaped from his body, soaring in the magnificent clouds and finally becoming a part of it.
Suddenly, the figure in his mind became clear. His movements were no longer disorderly, but formed a perfect system. It was like the clouds and fog of nature, faintly discernible and traceless.
Finally, the figure finally stopped.
And at this moment, He Yiming saw clearly that the figure was not someone else, but himself …
His eyes suddenly opened. He raised his head. The rain in the sky had stopped at some point. The red sun was hanging high above his head, emitting a warm light.
In front of his eyes, the fog that originally surrounded the mountains had retreated. As far as his eyes could see, the tall mountains in the distance were clearly visible.
Only then did he know that the seemingly tall mountain under his feet was just a mound among the mountains.
In the distance, the mountains were majestic, overlapping, and towering into the clouds. How lofty and majestic was it? It was insufferably arrogant.
He exhaled softly. He suddenly had such a feeling in his heart.
After stepping into the Xiantian realm, it was as if he had climbed up this mountain. However, in front of him, there were many, many bigger mountains. These mountains were still waiting for him to climb.
Looking at the endless horizon, his heart was filled with excitement. Suddenly, he let out a long laugh, and it echoed through the mountains and forests, spreading between the heavens and the earth …
PS: I wish all my brothers and sisters a new atmosphere in the Year of the Tiger.
I wish all the babies grow up to be strong and strong. (Shotas and lolis are too cute.)
I wish all the teenagers grow up to be strong and sturdy. (Well, the females don't have to.)
I wish all the middle-aged and old people become vigorous and fierce. (Don't think about evil. People who think about evil don't dream of entering the Divine Armament realm.) (To be continued. If you want to know the future, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author. Support the original reading!)
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