Chapter 217 The Imperial Master arrives in person
A bright beam of light flashed in front of Xie Que, blocking the negative emotions in front of him.
A soft and pure breath of Dharma emerges from this light.
Vaguely, King Yan actually saw a bodhi tree appearing in front of him, slowly stirring its branches and leaves.
The next moment, Xie Que actually broke free from this restraint.
He roared fiercely, his fists, shadows and palms intertwined with the wind, his kicks were sharp, and they all landed on King Yan while flipping up and down.
In an instant, black blood flew everywhere, and King Yan's body suddenly became bloody.
"What's the point?" King Yan was not surprised at all when he saw Xie Que break free from the restraints, and his tone was indifferent.
But what surprised him was that this mysterious Bodhi tree actually blocked the countless negative emotions hidden in the bipolar heart.
But within this sea of clouds, as a spiritual general, he is immortal!
An immortal body in the true sense, rather than being able to be seriously injured and put to sleep like True Lord Yangshen.
No matter how serious his injuries are, he can recover in an instant.
Xie Que's killing moves were fierce, and his fists and palms were like a stream of light that kept moving back and forth on King Yan's body, instantly spurting countless black blood.
"Tsk, your body is really powerful." Feeling the terrifying power contained in his fists and feet, King Yan couldn't help but admire.
Every move Xie Que made was annihilating his thoughts and body.
But now, as a spiritual general, King Yan no longer cares about this.
No matter how much he lost, the next moment, a steady stream of energy from the sea of qi would flow into his body, making his injuries recover as before.
Xie Gap exhaled a breath.
King Yan couldn't break his defense, but he couldn't defeat King Yan either.
Unless...can kill him in an instant! Get out of this world before his resurrection.
But Xie Que took the initiative to dispel this idea.
Wanting to kill a spiritual general instantly is not something I can do now.
"After killing you, I asked my ancestors to give me your body..." King Yan spoke slowly, with a hint of enjoyment, as if Xie Que was massaging him.
Xie Que let out a long roar, golden energy and blood surged out of his body, and more than forty acupoints in his body began to shine with light.
This blow, combined with Xie Que's most powerful body strength, unleashed all the energy, blood, and energy at once!
It is the purest and most violent blow! Combining all his martial arts skills, he gathered all his energy into his left arm!
"Qi and Blood Furnace!"
He struck hard, and with the explosion of countless golden energy and blood, half of King Yan's body suddenly turned into a meat pie.
Countless blood, flesh, and bones flew down, accompanied by the screams of terror from King Yan's mouth, and his breathing rate also dropped to the lowest level at this time.
If you don't pay attention, you will think it is dead.
Not only that, the damage caused by the golden energy and blood to the Yin God is extremely huge. Even the True Lord of the Yang God will not feel it so well.
But Xie Que knew that it was not that simple.
Although such an attack is extremely powerful, if you want to kill a Yang Shen True Lord, this... is not enough!
The next moment, countless clouds of energy penetrated into King Yan's body, and he came back to life in an instant.
A lingering fear flashed in King Yan's eyes, and he completely put away the arrogance in his heart.
This blow just now destroyed the three thoughts of success.
If he was just an ordinary Yang Shen Zhenjun, the opponent would fall into deep sleep with just three punches.
At that time, we can only let the other party slaughter us.
King Yan knew that he could no longer play tricks on the enemy at this time, and he needed to counterattack with thunderous means.
Otherwise, what you are wasting is the divine power of your ancestors.
"Apologise to God!" King Yan didn't say much, and the broken imperial sword appeared again in his hand.
But at this moment, the ruined imperial sword still contained an indescribable aura.
That breath is like the presence of a god.
The imperial sword fell, and when touched, it was like an arrow coming off the string.
Xie Que was trapped in the sea of clouds and suddenly felt as if his body was frozen.
In just an instant, three hundred of his thoughts were chopped off by the imperial sword, but his body remained unscathed.
"Specialized in cutting off thoughts?" Xie Que thought. It seems that this sword should be specially designed to deal with strong men at the Yangshen level.
It's just a pity that I am not...
Under the flying sword light, Xie Que's body was unscathed, but his Yin Shen thoughts were chopped clean.
King Yan couldn't help but be stunned.
Logically speaking, the other party's martial body and legal body should be severely damaged at this time and fall into a deep sleep.
But now it seems...it doesn't seem to have any effect.
Could it be that the other party has too many thoughts? King Yan thought clearly in his mind. After all, the other party was an old guy who had lived for countless years in his mind. It was normal for him to have more thoughts!
The sword energy that filled the sky and set fire to the prairie fire went straight towards Xie Que.
Xie Que ignored the sword energy and let it fall on his Yin Shen.
"How is that possible?" King Yan's face showed an incredulous look, and his stern eyes burst out with unbelievable brilliance.
Although the sword energy shook the heaven and the earth frequently, there was no reaction from the opponent.
At this time, King Yan's heart became even more angry, and he decided to attack forcefully, not believing that he could not defeat the opponent's Kung Fu thoughts.
The more angry I feel! The sword moves faster! The sword energy is faster!
Xie Que also fought with fists and kicks, and the two of them immediately split half of the vast sea into pieces.
Golden energy and blood suddenly appeared, and the energy in Xie Que's hand took on the appearance of a soaring dragon and a flying roc. The place where the two of them met was completely destroyed in all directions.
King Yan also completely gave up on defense at this time and used a pure strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries, leaving countless white marks on Xie Que's body.
The two soaring forces continued to trigger a series of explosions. The earth could not bear the power of the two true kings, and it became devastated in an instant.
Thousands of sword energy palms in the sea of clouds are moving with the wind, and the aftermath alone can destroy the towering ancient trees.
Suddenly, a heavy breath of Buddhism descended on the vast sea.
In the dead sea of clouds, thousands of illusions suddenly appeared.
The two figures couldn't help but separate and confront each other, but their eyes were even more wary.
Silence is a precursor to riot.
In the confrontation, there is another powerful enemy.
An inexplicable panic flashed through Xie Que's heart. This was the aura of the Ten Yu Secret Traces.
The only person who practices this method here is Gu Yong from Shuiyue Chanyuan.
But even if Gu Yong received the favor of the gods, he could only exert half of the power of the Yang God.
Such power was already beyond Xie Que's imagination.
But even Gu Yong should not let King Yan make such a cautious expression.
The next moment, the entire world turned from day to night, and the visibility within the sea of clouds became increasingly narrow.
In an instant, the sky was filled with moonlight.
The moonlight dissipated the mist from the sea of clouds, and instantly illuminated the entire sky and earth in a flawless white light.
Xie Que raised his head and looked up at the sky. In the eyes that met each other, he saw such a familiar figure, yet it seemed strange at the same time.
Xie Que couldn't help but become confused at this moment.
It turned out to be him...an old friend I hadn't seen for a thousand years...
The figure in the moon robe is thin and thin, with a misty look in his eyes.
He shook off the moonlight all over the sky, just like letting go of the vicissitudes of life all over his body.
King Yan's eyes were dull and he couldn't help but murmured: "Emperor Master..."