Rotating Palm
"Ning Yue, when did you become so powerful!"
Wen Hong did not dare to be careless. He quickly mobilized the Yuan Qi in his sea of consciousness and gathered it in his palm.
Then, he struck out with his palm and collided with the sword wave in mid-air.
Boom!
Wen Hong only managed to disperse the sword wave from Ning Yue in the second attack.
"No, there's something wrong with the flying sword in your hand." After dispersing the sword wave, Wen Hong's face turned cold. He stared at the red flying sword in Ning Yue's hand and said, "The red flying sword in your hand was not so powerful when we were at Snow Pavilion!"
"Who is this person beside you?" Wen Hong's face was ashen. He could feel a tremor in the depths of his soul from the martial artist beside Ning Yue.
A martial artist that could make his soul tremble had to be at least a seventh-grade soul force!
He had only been separated from Ning Yue for a few hours, and Ning Yue had become so powerful?
No matter how he thought about it, Wen Hong felt that it was unrealistic.
"Ning Yue, don't be too proud. With your early stage True Martial realm cultivation, even if you have the help of a seventh-grade soul force warrior, you are still no match for me!" Very soon, Wen Hong realized that Xun Jianwen was only at the pinnacle of the Primal Core realm. He slightly relaxed and said coldly.
"Early stage True Martial realm cultivation?"
The corners of his mouth curled up, and Ning Yue's aura instantly burst forth.
"Wen Hong, you old fool, look closely at my cultivation," Ning Yue said.
"Hahaha, I thought you were powerful. Turns out you are only at the middle stage of the True Martial realm."
Wen Hong could not help but laugh out loud.
In his eyes, there was no difference between the middle stage and the early stage of the True Martial realm.
"The middle stage of the True Martial realm is enough to take your life!"
As he spoke, Ning Yue rose from the ground and quickly waved the Red Demon Sword in his hand, sending out several sword waves in succession.
These sword waves seemed to have eyes of their own as they uniformly rushed towards Wen Hong.
Ning Yue had already advanced to the middle stage of the True Martial Realm when he was in the Martial Pool of Danwu College.
However, he did not make it public, and had been suppressing his aura at the early stage of the True Martial Realm. Other than him, the Red Devil, and the Dark Emperor, no one knew that he had advanced to the middle stage of the True Martial Realm.
"Humph! If I lose to a martial artist in the middle stage of the True Martial Realm, you don't need to say anything, I will directly commit seppuku! "
Snorting coldly, Wen Hong gathered the Essence in his Sea of Consciousness on his wrist and punched out. Unable to dodge, his fist collided with the sword wave that Ning Yue sent out.
Boom!
Wen Hong's punch was so powerful that it used up almost all the strength in his body. In an instant, it shattered Ning Yue's Solitaire.
"Dark Tyrant Palm!"
At this moment, Ning Yue had already arrived beside Wen Hong. A berserk Soul Force appeared on his fist as he punched Wen Hong's chest.
Bang!
A crisp sound rang out in the area.
After the blow, Ning Yue immediately retreated without the slightest hesitation.
Because he discovered that an extremely frightening energy was emitting from Wen Hong's body, unscrupulously suppressing him.
"Ning Yue, to be able to force me to use this move, even if you die, you can be proud!"
Taking a deep breath, Wen Hong forced out a few drops of Essence Blood, which floated in front of him.
He pointed out with his finger, and immediately, the Essence Blood in front of him started burning.
Not long after, the few drops of Essence Blood were burnt to ashes.
Boom!
When the Essence Blood was burnt to ashes, the energy around Wen Hong increased again.
At the same time, an extremely berserk shock wave swept out from Wen Hong's chest and directly rushed towards Ning Yue.
"A mixed shock wave of Soul Force and Essence Qi!"
Ning Yue's face was extremely gloomy. The Phantom Armor appeared on his body, and he quickly retreated.
However, the Phantom Armor was only an extremely expensive low-grade magic treasure. Very soon, it was caught up by the mixed shock wave.
Crack!
Unsurprisingly, the mixed shock wave hit Ning Yue's heart.
If it weren't for the phantom armor, Ning Yue would have been dead by now.
Even so, Ning Yue felt a stinging pain in his heart.
Moreover, a fatal crack had appeared on the Phantom Armor!
This time, the crack on the Phantom Armor was even more terrifying than the previous time when it withstood the explosion of the Dark Gold Spirit Corpse and the Spectral Corpse. In other words, the Phantom Armor was on the verge of being scrapped.
Unless a huge amount of resources were spent, it would be impossible to repair it to its peak.
"Mixed shock wave huh …"
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ning Yue flipped his wrist.
In the next moment, he let out a low roar and pushed his palm out quickly.
"Rotating Palm!"
As Ning Yue let out a low roar, a palm print quickly swept out and rushed towards Wen Hong.
"Rotating Palm?"
Looking at the palm print that was approaching him, Wen Hong frowned slightly and was slightly surprised.
From the palm print, he did not feel any terrifying aura, but only a trace of Yuan Qi.
Was Ning Yue stupid?
Did he think that this would be a threat to him?
He was too naive.
Swoosh!
However, just when Wen Hong felt that it was a little unbelievable, Ning Yue's Middle Fifth Grade Soul Power was released and chased after the first palm print.
Seeing this, Wen Hong's heart shook and he gradually 'understood'.
"So, the first palm print was just a cover. The real attack is a soul attack." Wen Hong smiled, a look of confidence on his face.
Wen Hong's Soul Power was in the sixth grade, but Ning Yue's Soul Power was only in the middle Fifth Grade Middle Fifth Grade Soul Power.
Therefore, Wen Hong did not take Ning Yue's Soul Attack seriously.
Swoosh!
Ning Yue's Soul Power was extremely fast. When the first palm print was in front of Wen Hong, his Soul Power had already caught up to the palm print.
"Explode!"
Seeing that his Soul Power had caught up to the palm print, Ning Yue let out a low roar.
Rumble!
As Ning Yue's voice fell, an earth-shattering roar sounded in the area.
Following that, the palm print exploded.
The aftermath of the explosion did not spread in all directions. Instead, it gathered together and attacked Wen Hong!
"F * ck! The aftermath can recognize people? " Wen Hong could not help but swear. However, he did not take it to heart. Instead, he swung his hand and a cold gleam collided with the aftermath.
Pfft!
This time, Wen Hong had obviously underestimated the power of the aftermath.
In just 0.1 seconds, the cold gleam that he sent out was dispersed by the aftermath.
Subsequently, before he could react, the aftermath had already arrived in front of him and fiercely hit his head.
The immense pain from his head caused Wen Hong to retreat several feet before he could stabilize his body.
Wen Hong spat out a mouthful of blood and his face became extremely pale.
"Ning Yue, I admit that I underestimated you!"
Clenching his fists, Wen Hong's face turned green and he said coldly, "If you think that you can defeat me like this, I have to say that you're too naive."
"Next, I'll let you know the strength that a middle Yin-Yang Realm martial artist should have!"
"Is that so?" Ning Yue raised his brows and said faintly, "Press your forehead with your index finger."
"Hmm?"
Hearing that, Wen Hong's heart skipped a beat.
However, he did not do as Ning Yue said. Instead, he carefully searched his body with his Soul Power.
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