Wind howled between the heavens and the earth. Heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky, dyeing this part of the world white.
In the barren valley, two powerful young men were almost naked from the waist up. Their weapons were stabbed into the peak of the mountain, gently whistling in the wind, singing the sounds of a final battle.
Ye Qinghan issued the final challenge. One punch to determine the winner, appearing overbearing and arrogant.
Xian Wuyu laughed wildly. One punch to determine the winner, who in the younger generation of the world dared to say that one punch could defeat him?
"Ye Qinghan, you are not an ordinary arrogant person! No wonder those three old things wanted to kill you. " Xian Wuyu took a deep breath and activated his Demon Spirit Treasured Body. His entire body glowed with a golden light, and wherever his demonic Qi passed, the white snow melted. He clenched his fist and laughed in a hoarse voice, "One punch it is. Let's see who is injured the most. If I am injured the most, then I will spare you today. If you are injured the most, then hehe, I will let you taste the feeling of your Qi Sea shattering!"
"Then let's see if your Demon Spirit Treasured Body can withstand my Azure Dragon Arm!" Ye Qinghan clenched his fist and mobilized all the True Yuan in his body, gathering it into his Azure Dragon Arm. Divine light flowed, like a red hot iron. The scorching energy raised the surrounding temperature to a high level, and there was no longer any feeling of coldness.
A tyrannical aura filled the air. Ye Qinghan's aura became somewhat sharp, like an ancient supreme overlord. His gaze made it impossible for others to refuse. They had to submit, or else they would die.
"Tyrannical Emperor's Fist! Fifth Grade Fist Technique, a secret technique created by the Great Ancestor of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, Xuanyuan Feiyang. Only one punch can break mountains, rivers, sun, and moon. You are at the first step of the Grotto Heaven realm, and I am at the sixth star of the Bitter Sea realm. I am not taking advantage of you. With one punch, life and death will be up to fate! "
Ye Qinghan took the initiative to introduce the secret technique, which was the basic respect for Xian Wuyu. It meant that he saw him as a real opponent.
"Good! Tyrannical Emperor's Fist, what a good fist that can break mountains, rivers, sun, and moon. Let's see if you can break my Evil Sword Dao and break my Devil Spirit Treasure Body! " Xian Wuyu's expression turned serious. He was intimidated by Ye Qinghan's domineering aura. He no longer underestimated Ye Qinghan and erupted with his strongest battle power. He transformed into a sword and became one with the sword. There was no sword in his hand, but he was the Evil Spirit Sword!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
The wind and sand surged violently, and the cold snow interweaved. The vast sky looked magnificent, and it was all because of the two people's auras.
At the same time, they would take advantage of the situation to erupt and fight for the overall situation. Whoever seized the opportunity first would have the advantage!
The two of them fought crazily, not giving in to each other. The aura in the valley became more and more dignified and fierce. The violent aura melted the snow under the pressure. There was not a single drop of snow between them. The sand and stones were all crushed and turned into fine powder. As the wind blew, it dissipated in the air.
Coo coo coo!
The boiling blood in his body roared, and his hair danced in the wind. His jade-like face became incomparably cold, without the slightest trace of emotion!
Ye Qinghan's aura became domineering and domineering. His aura had reached its peak. His iron fist swung back, and he took a stance. With a kick, he shattered the valley and roared, "Tyrannical Emperor Shatters the Mountains and Rivers!"
Boom!
The fist wind was rapid, and the sound of it breaking through the air was endless. Sparks flew in the cold air, and sand and stones flew all around the valley. Some of the mountain rocks were even sent flying. The red Azure Dragon Arm was ravaged by the rolling Zhen Yuan, which gathered in the center of the fist.
"Evil Sword Dao! Transforming Sword Style! "
With a low chant, Xian Wuyu transformed into a sword. With an unstoppable momentum, he pierced through the void and attacked Ye Qinghan. There was no technique to speak of. Both of them had the belief that their bodies were invincible. Whoever retreated would lose!
Xian Wuyu was a horizontal palm, and Ye Qinghan was a fist. One was unstoppable, and the other was unstoppable! The hundred meter distance was crossed in a flash, and they collided in the blink of an eye. The moment Ye Qinghan made contact, he suddenly used the Inch Strike Technique. Once again, he doubled his strength, and the wind blew against Xian Wuyu's face, causing his facial muscles to distort.
Boom …
Kacha …
The crisp sound of bones breaking reverberated through the clouds. Xian Wuyu let out a mournful scream. His entire right arm's flesh was shattered in a flash, turning into a bloody mist and dissipating. It dyed half the sky red. The golden precious bone was forcibly twisted and broken by the Azure Dragon Arm. It was somewhat terrifying.
Behind Xian Wuyu, the ancient trees were shattered, and turned into fine powder. They were blown away by the wind, and even the mountain rocks were unable to withstand the power of the aftershock. It was clear to see the true power of this fist, and how much damage Xian Wuyu had endured.
Zeng Zeng Zeng …
Xian Wuyu continuously retreated, and the ground beneath his feet continued to crumble. His malevolent eyes looked at Ye Qinghan, who had only retreated a single step, and with a twist of his waist, he charged back at him in an incomparably tyrannical manner. Xian Wuyu's pupils immediately shrank. He knew that he was going to lose without a doubt. He was extremely unwilling, but if he continued to fight, he might very well die!
"I've lost! I'll let you off for today. Go back and save your disciple! Today's enmity will be avenged in the future! " Xian Wuyu borrowed the momentum to fly away, and suddenly appeared at the peak of the mountain. He pulled out the Evil Spirit Sword and soared into the sky. His ability to fly for a short period of time made Ye Qinghan helpless.
Ye Qinghan watched as Xian Wuyu sped away. Instead of being angry, he smiled. At this moment, he was like an arrow at the end of its flight. His willpower was exhausted, and his True Essence was exhausted. If Xian Wuyu did not leave and took the blow, the one who would die in the end would definitely be him. Xian Wuyu left, and the crisis dissipated. His imposing manner collapsed, and his vigorous and broken body suddenly fell backwards.
It was not that Xian Wuyu was not strong. Otherwise, he would not have been able to force Ye Qinghan into such a state! Ye Qinghan had relied on his willpower, a short burst of power, and a high-level secret technique. Otherwise, how could he have defeated so many small realms and defeated a high-level special physique!
Hu! Hu!
Hu! Ye Qinghan frantically breathed in the cold air. His fingertips trembled as he took out a few mid-grade spirit crystals from his universe ring. He quickly absorbed them to repair his Azure Dragon Arm and replenish his True Essence.
The dark clouds in the sky scattered, and the snow roared, quickly covering Ye Qinghan's body. His Qi and blood slowly slowed down, and even his blood was almost frozen.
Screech!
The God Slaying Eagle let out a long cry as it brought Emperor Ye over from the void. The Mad Tiger split open the mountain and appeared at the entrance of the valley. Seeing the valley flattened and crisscrossed ravines, Emperor Ye could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. How could such a battlefield be caused by two low-level humans?
Emperor Ye's eyes shone as he scanned the valley with his divine sense. He pointed to a large patch of snow at the center of the valley and hurriedly said, "Master's aura is under the snow!"
The God Slaying Eagle flapped its wings, sending sand and stones flying. The snow rushed in the opposite direction, and Ye Qinghan's body appeared. His vigorous body had been frozen, and a layer of sparkling and translucent ice adorned his body.
"Damn, he's frozen to such a state. Is it really my incomparably tyrannical and invincible master?" The parrot was shocked. It did not expect Xian Wuyu to become so powerful in just half a month.
Demon Heart Fruit, Evil Spirit Sword, and Evil Spirit Sword Arts were all terrifying secret techniques and ancient inheritances! In the end, he had been forced back by a low-level expert. In the eyes of Emperor Ye and the others, Xian Wuyu might have been ridiculously strong, which was why he had been able to injure Ye Qinghan. But in the eyes of outsiders, Ye Qinghan was even more ridiculously terrifying!
The parrot rushed towards Ye Qinghan and opened its mouth to spit out a mouthful of fire to remove the ice on Ye Qinghan's body.
Emperor Ye was shocked. He suddenly pulled on the zither, and the sound of the zither roared through the heavens and earth. A wave of air directly sent the parrot flying.
"You're crazy! Master's body is now cold, and you're still setting fire? The cold is attacking his heart. Do you want to kill Master!? " Emperor Ye was furious. He put away the divine zither and pounced towards Ye Qinghan. His young and tender body wanted to carry Ye Qinghan, but he could not move him no matter how hard he tried.
The parrot was just about to curse, but when it thought of Emperor Ye's position in Ye Qinghan's heart, it quickly closed its mouth and laughed. It shouted at Mad Tiger, "Bald tiger, can't you see that Little Master can't move him? Hurry up and help! "
Roar!
Mad Tiger was furious. He wanted nothing more than to slap this lowly bird to pieces, but the situation was urgent. In order to gain merit, he could only let it go.
The Wild Tiger curled up beside Ye Qinghan and used its body heat to melt the ice on Ye Qinghan's body, helping him to keep warm. Even though the Wild Tiger was full of vitality, it was still shivering from the cold.
An hour later, Ye Qinghan slowly woke up. His entire body was in pain, causing him to frown. His Azure Dragon Arm's blood flow was stagnant, as if his meridians were blocked. His True Essence could not flow freely, and he did not even have the strength to adjust his breathing. He could not help but exhale a mouthful of turbid air. "Xian Wuyu, I did not think that I would have such a great opportunity to obtain the Evil Spirit's inheritance. It seems that I have to be careful in the future."
"My son, help me up." Ye Qinghan's voice was hoarse. This battle had damaged his foundation, but Xian Wuyu's injuries were even worse. He should have been an arrow at the end of its flight before leaving. His right arm would not be able to recover without at least half a year.
"What about Tang Sheng and the others?" Seeing that the God Slaying Eagle was unharmed, Ye Qinghan hurriedly asked.
Emperor Ye hurriedly supported Ye Qinghan's arm, helping him up. He pursed his lips and said, "They were all killed. Not a single one escaped!"
The God Slaying Eagle proudly let out a low cry, expressing its goodwill. Mad Tiger was as gentle as a kitten. Only the parrot had a disdainful expression, because not a single person had been killed by it.
Ye Qinghan nodded in satisfaction. After thinking for a moment, the most important thing right now was to return to the city to recuperate. His foundation had been damaged, and if there were any lingering effects, it would be very detrimental to his future cultivation. However, it was inconvenient for him to move now. If he wanted to return to the city, he could not expose the God Slaying Eagle. But with his body's current condition, he simply could not allow the God Slaying Eagle to return to the Azure Dragon Arm.
"Help protect me. I need to heal my injured body first." Ye Qinghan said in a low voice. He sat cross-legged on Mad Tiger, took out a large number of elixirs, and swallowed them all in one breath. Majestic spiritual energy flowed through his body, constantly healing the wounds in his body.
Vital essence slowly gathered, and began to unblock the blocked blood vessels in the Azure Dragon Arm. The pain of being dismembered caused Ye Qinghan to frown slightly.
Time passed slowly. The snow was still roaring, piling up in the valley, and instantly turning white. Ye Qinghan's vital essence gathered more and more. He felt the bottleneck loosen, and could not help but be overjoyed. He broke through the shackles of the Seven Stars of the Bitter Sea, and successfully advanced!
Once he entered the Seven Stars of the Bitter Sea, Ye Qinghan's control over his vital essence instantly increased by a level. The speed of healing became faster and faster, and the external wounds quickly disappeared. The Azure Dragon Arm became more rounded and powerful, difficult to be injured by swords and sabers!
Even if his external injuries were healed, it would still be difficult to repair them. He would need special Spirit Dans to repair them perfectly. Ye Qinghan obviously wouldn't allow any flaws in his body. Otherwise, it would have a fatal impact on his future cultivation! He did not even know if he could take revenge, let alone prove his Dao and become an emperor.
"Godslayer Eagle, come back!" Ye Qinghan stretched out his arm, and the Godslayer Eagle turned into a wisp of spiritual smoke, returning to the Azure Dragon Arm.
Emperor Ye quickly kept the other Godslayer Eagle, then looked at Ye Qinghan, waiting for the next decision.
"Let's go back to the city to kill Qin Haoran. Don't tell anyone about what happened today. Unless it's absolutely necessary, don't reveal the existence of the Godslayer Eagle. So many Fate Palace Realm warriors died today. The powerhouses in the Zhongzhou will definitely come out. We have to be careful," Ye Qinghan said solemnly.
Emperor Ye nodded seriously. She listened to Ye Qinghan's words.
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