"An Yiru, come up!"

Jing Shang roared violently, making a shocking sound, and the blood river fluctuated again, with extraordinary breath, and showed profound qigong, which was definitely not something that ordinary monks could compete with.

roar!

He stepped out, "Today I beat you up a few times, let's see if your Memory Peak can compete with my Luofeng from now on?"

An Yiru sneered and was about to step forward, but Yang Qi stopped her: "You don't have to do it, let me come first."

Anyiru nodded, knowing that Jing Shang’s qigong was so advanced that he might not be able to win. Yang Qi’s strength was still above him. Going up and taking action was a good choice. She nodded at the moment: “Be careful.”

"It's okay." Yang Qi stepped forward: "What are you doing when you scream? Today I'll ask you how your Qigong is? Judging from your arrogant appearance, I really think you are invincible in the world?"

"Bold, who are you?" Jing Shang's face changed, and murderous aura emerged from his head, and he actually wanted to kill Yang Qi. "Are you also a disciple of Memory Peak? Do you dare to talk to me, the chief disciple? Are you impatient to live?"

"Jing Shang, you don't have to clamor here. This is my master's new disciple. His cultivation is unfathomable. The chief disciple will definitely be his in the future. Now you fight with you and wait for you to lose. I hope you won't be so angry that I will commit suicide." An Yiru said, speaking sarcastically, "Of course, my junior brother will not kill you, but will only abolish all your qigong and make you worse than death. If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, you can spare your life."

"Damn it!" Jing Shang said word by word, "I will kill your junior brother, and I will not let you go. I will be punished, and he will not be able to survive today."

Yang Qi heard An Yiru's sarcastic words, but he could hear something. An Yiru secretly mentioned herself, without showing mercy, and directly killed her.

This involves the battle between the mountains. However, the rules stipulate that fellow disciples cannot be killed, otherwise they will be dealt with strictly. This is quite fearful. Fortunately, the two sides are competing for martial arts, so there will inevitably be damage, but they cannot blame him for it. Competitions and harm are completely different.

"I didn't expect that the battle between Ruyi Tianzong peak and the peaks had reached this level fiercely. I was mixed in it, so where would I go? No matter what, I established my reputation first and let the little girl think I am valuable..." Yang Qi thought for a while, the little girl on the memory peak was unfathomable. If she showed enough value, she could cover herself.

At that moment, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Hula!

Suddenly, Jing Shang took action, and with one hand, he drew a strange arc in the air, the acceleration reached the maximum, breaking through the shackles of the law, and cutting it out in one go.

Yang Qi's body tilted and flickered past. He saw the sharp sword with sharpness on it, so he didn't dare to underestimate it. The other party was a powerful man with an energy level of 3,000. Now he had nothing, and he could not use magic weapons or anything else. He could not achieve overwhelming victory with all his own qigong.

But he deliberately honed himself, throwing away the engine of God, the marks of the gods, the map of the kings of all worlds, the eternal divine boat... What level can those magic weapons reach?

This is a huge trial.

Moreover, under the great oppression of the laws in this place of destruction, he was able to better hone his martial arts and the true qi changes of Qigong. This time, it was obviously a battle between dragons and tigers. Maybe he would fight with the chief disciples one by one, which was a huge catalyst for himself.

kill!

Jing Shang's hand knife suddenly fell, but he never stopped. His hands changed continuously, and a mysterious arc shot from the ray of light. The sword energy sucked and spitted, and it actually reached dozens of feet away. If it were outside, it would probably directly cut off the dense immortal world.

Moreover, these hands were like swords and looked like mantis. Each sword was definitely not wasted. Without killing Yang Qi, his true energy was immediately withdrawn, but instead swept over again.

"This is his Qigong, the Liangyi Yuan Cultivation Sword." An Yiru said.

when!

Yang Qi's arms shook, and with his flesh and blood body, he fought against the divine swords, colliding with each other. Jing Shang was directly shocked, while Yang Qi remained motionless.

This is how the skill is distinguished. Yang Qi's cultivation has made rapid progress recently, especially the true qi has undergone qualitative changes. His own soul and mind control the formation energy of the divine elephant, which is unpredictable to ghosts and gods. He suddenly takes action like white clouds floating on the tide, like tigers going down the mountain, like a cosmic black hole, like ancient Yuanneng……

Scream!

As soon as he pointed out, he launched a counterattack. The two of them fought against the banks of the Blood River, and the rabbits rose and fell, just like two qigong masters in the world, for example, the light was swept dozens of feet away. If they arrived outside, many immortal worlds would be destroyed.

Yang Qi used his fingering method to eternal regret, but he permeated his own understanding and changed the meaning of eternal regret into a torrent under the long river of history. He used it, with a magnificent atmosphere and exquisiteness. His finger power collided with the sword energy, making continuous ding dong dong sounds, and the true energy of Qigong was fighting.

The disciples around were surprised to see it. No one expected that this male disciple on the Memory Peak was so powerful and had gained the upper hand. Originally, Yang Qi rescued the woman, which made people look at him with admiration, but everyone still felt that he could not become an opponent of the chief disciple, but now it seems that he is still above the chief disciple.

The two of them went back and forth, fighting for hundreds of rounds.

Jing Shang felt a little anxious and angry: "I have practiced a peerless qigong and am ready to dominate the world, but I didn't expect that a kid would put me at a disadvantage. If this continues, it may be difficult to achieve a terrifying will in the future. If you continue, you will be able to see the mysterious method of my hard practice!"

At that moment, he roared again, and all his clothes exploded, his upper body was naked, showing explosive power. His arms were shocked, and countless tattoos on his body surged up. These tattoos were not dragons and snakes, nor tigers, but gods, all the size of palms of gods, some with three heads and six arms, some with dozens of heads and three legs, each holding weapons, fierce and ferocious, and powerful methods. These gods were all over his body, even on his face. He seemed to have integrated the gods into his bloodline. Once he used his skills, the entire gods emerged.

Many gods surrounded them into a punch and worshiped a void space. The power of faith of many gods seemed to open up this void space and summon the supreme existence, another powerful existence beyond the void in the divine realm. I wonder what kind of Qigong it is?

But the terrifying aura was passed on.

"What? This is the pilgrimage of all gods! It is rumored that to successfully practice this Qigong, one must find the bones, flesh and blood of ten thousand gods, as well as divine relics, condense them with extremely cruel methods, and then subdue them one by one, sit among the resentful spirits of all gods, and be attacked by the resentful spirits of all gods and will not die. In the end, the gods will pilgrimage and call out ancient divine power from the depths of nothingness." Qi Wei was shocked, and his body suddenly became taller and more powerful. Looking at the terrifying aura of Jing Shang's body, he quickly spoke, as if he had become a little nervous. This person who practiced this Qigong was a great threat to him.

"Yes, Qi Wei, you know this Qigong. I wouldn't have used it at first, but this time, there was a divine character in this place of destruction, and there were a large number of divine characters. If we wanted these resources, whoever dared to rob them would be killed by me. The bank of the Blood River is his burial place."

Jing Shang roared violently, but his body became extremely flexible. He had infinite power but flickered and drifted at any time. Chila... He came to Yang Qi's back and punched him down.

Yang Qi was shocked with a backhand and was shocked two steps back. He was secretly shocked. This person's power has really increased greatly. He was originally under him, but now he has surpassed him. When he bombarded his body, thousands of evil gods appeared in his mind to attack him. That extremely evil power is a curse that only evil gods can produce.

Boom!

Jing Shang punched him again.

Yang Qi exhaled and spread his divine power. His hands recoiled. Many vortexes in his body were constantly shaking, and suddenly burst out powerful divine power. They collided. This was entirely his own qigong, not the power of the engine of God, the mark of the gods, and the king map of the world.

Bang!

When the two fists collided, Yang Qi's body shook repeatedly, and Jing Shang's body flipped back, without placing his feet, and rushed over with one punch, reaching the extreme of fierceness and ferociousness.

Yang Qi unfolded the unique skills of the Divine Elephant Prison Control Power, the Heavenly Divine Fist, and the Fist Fist collided with Jing Shang. With true power against true power, he wanted to try to see how powerful the other party's evil skills have reached.

Fist to the flesh, each punch is a fight, without dodging at all. Everyone opened their mouths wide. They never expected that Yang Qi was so fierce, which clearly showed that Jing Shang's divine fist was to dominate with strength and speed. To deal with this kind of divine fist, it was necessary to use softness to overcome hardness and softness to fight hard. In this way, he could fight hard and fight hard, and fight hard to fight hard.

However, after fighting hundreds of punches in a row, Yang Qi stood still, like a reef, while Jing Shang was getting faster and faster, rotating around Yang Qi, attacking and killing like tides in all directions. Each punch contained the power of pushing and pulling, bombarding, and a mountain torrent broke out. If it were someone else, he would have been beaten to pieces long ago.

Anyiru was secretly worried about Yang Qi.

"I didn't expect that Jing Shang was so powerful and had an adventure. His strength had surpassed me. Unfortunately, the master did not allow me to practice the seeds of all the fundamental laws of the secret time. Otherwise, my strength would have improved. Of course, it is very likely that I would not be able to practice and cannot be promoted to the terror level. The master was considering me." She thought: "If I were in Yang Qi's position now and were attacked with such violent force, my tendons and veins would probably be broken. However, I would not fight with Jing Shang, so naturally I would not have caused such a situation. I would have fought with him and could have achieved some success."

Qi Wei also looked at Yang Qi: "Where is this kid coming from? He hasn't been beaten to death yet?"

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