Chapter 121: Break through the realm of everything
Jiang Heng walked out of the courtyard.
He walked towards the three of them step by step.
Slowly stretch out your right hand and press forward.
In an instant, a giant zhenqi palm several meters in size rushed towards the three of them.
“Arrogant!”
The two men roared at the same time, pulled the injured young man behind them, one drew his sword and the other drew his sword.
The sword light and the sword light cut through the air at the same time!
What shocked the three of them was that Jiang Heng's huge palm of true energy fell like a mountain, directly crushing the sword light and the sword light and bursting into pieces.
In the horrified gazes of the three people, the huge palm pressed down like it covered the sky and the sun.
“Boom!”
The earth shook violently, and several screams were mixed together, quietly coming from under the giant palm of Zhenqi.
After the true energy dissipated, Jiang Heng walked to the three of them.
At this time, the three of them were lying on the ground helplessly, vomiting blood, and had no strength to move.
Jiang Heng mentioned one of them casually and asked indifferently:
“Tell me! Why are you deliberately looking for trouble?”
The man spit out a mouthful of blood and said weakly: "There are rumors everywhere that you are invincible in the spiritual sea realm, even superior to the disciples of the Holy Land. We are a little unconvinced, so we want to challenge you."
Jiang Heng asked calmly: "Oh, are you convinced now?"
“Convinced.”
“Listen, I don’t like trouble, so don’t bother me if you have nothing to do, otherwise I won’t be able to stop so easily next time, do you understand?”
The man said obediently: "I understand."
Jiang Heng kicked the other two people again: "What about you?"
"understand!"
The two of them also replied quickly.
"get out!"
Jiang Heng threw the young man away from his hand, kicked the other two people more than ten meters away, turned around and returned to the courtyard, and continued to practice quietly.
The three people outside the courtyard looked at each other, helped each other and left.
…
“You mean, Jiang Heng can easily defeat the three of you together?”
In a certain palace.
A young man in white is sitting cross-legged on a high platform.
The young man has an ordinary appearance, but he has an elegant and transcendent temperament.
In front of the high platform were the three people who were seriously injured by Jiang Heng.
After taking the healing elixir, they hurriedly came here.
“That’s right, Your Highness the Son.”
“Although I don’t want to admit it, Jiang Heng does have invincible strength in the Linghai Realm. I’m afraid it’s even worse than Her Majesty the Saint…”
At this point, the man suddenly stopped.
But the Holy Son Wu Feihang on the high platform immediately understood what he meant and laughed: "You actually compare a sect disciple of the same realm with the saint of my Tianyuan Holy Land? Are you trying to make excuses for your failure? ?”
The young man below the high platform said in fear: "I don't dare!"
Wu Feihang's expression returned to calmness and he glanced at the three seriously injured people.
"That's all, if he can beat you like this, I'm afraid no one in the Holy Land can guarantee that they can deal with him."
"In this case, I will personally come forward."
Hearing this, the three people in the audience were shocked: "His Royal Highness, are you going to suppress Jiang Heng yourself?"
Wu Feihang's figure floated up, landed behind the three of them, and walked straight out the door.
"Since he dares to get so close to the woman I have chosen, I naturally don't need to worry about whether he is bullying the younger one. I can just suppress him."
"You go and recuperate first, you don't have to follow me."
The three of them looked at each other.
“Since His Royal Highness the Son of God personally took action, Jiang Heng will certainly not end well. Should we go and see Jiang Heng’s miserable condition?”
"What are you looking at? I can hardly stand still. Go back and recuperate."
“After the injury is healed, wouldn’t it be nice to visit Jiang Heng who is covered in bruises?”
The three of them helped each other and walked out.
…
Outside Jiang Heng’s house.
Wu Feihang, fluttering in white, flew over with his sword and landed directly in the courtyard.
Soon, a question came from the room.
“Who? What?”
Wu Feihang returned his sword to its sheath and said calmly: "I am the Holy Son."
Jiang Heng walked out of the training room and looked at him impatiently: "What are you talking about?"
Wu Feihang frowned.
Since he became the Holy Son, no one has ever spoken to him like this.
This sect disciple who came from a remote rural area really doesn't know etiquette.
“Don’t come near Her Majesty the Holy Lady again, do you understand?”
Wu Feihang said coldly.
Jiang Heng took a deep breath and calmed down: "Are you done?"
Wu Feihang's eyes turned cold: "Jiang Heng, pay attention to your attitude. I am the Holy Son of Tianyuan Holy Land, and I am equal to the Great Elder. You..."
“Are you ready to get spanked?”
"What?"
Jiang Heng's figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.
The next moment, he appeared in front of Wu Feihang and slapped him on the left side of his face.
"Snapped!"
Wu Feihang's body spun and flew out, slamming into the courtyard wall.
I fell into a coma immediately after landing.
Jiang Heng stepped forward and stepped on the opponent's calf.
Hearing the crisp sound of bones breaking, Wu Feihang suddenly woke up from his coma, screaming loudly, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
Jiang Heng was already filled with rage after being interrupted from practicing twice in a row, so he struck without mercy.
“Don’t bother me again, do you understand?”
Jiang Heng lifted up General Wu Feihang and said indifferently.
After saying that, regardless of whether he heard clearly or not, he held the back of his neck and walked out of the courtyard.
After thinking about it, Jiang Heng took off the long sword hanging from Wu Feihang's waist, threw him away, and then continued to practice in the courtyard.
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Therefore, Jiang Heng almost never wanted to relax for a moment. Except for the occasional get-together with Wen Qingxue, he almost never left his house.
On the second day.
As Jiang Heng’s Qi cultivation continued to improve, he finally reached the fifth realm of martial arts - the Wanxiang realm.
The moment his cultivation level improved, Jiang Heng felt a buzz in his mind, and his spirit seemed to overflow from his body and spread crazily around him.
Ten meters, twenty meters...hundred meters.
Within a radius of 100 meters, he can feel the fluctuations in the hearts of all living beings.
It is like one bright light group after another in the dark night. Although the specific shape cannot be seen clearly, its position and size can be seen.
For example, in his perception at this moment, he can clearly 'see' the existence of a person in the adjacent house, but he cannot perceive his appearance or behavior at this moment.
Of course, he knew in advance that it was Wen Qingxue's house.
“Sure enough, every way of cultivation has its merits.”
“The method of physical cultivation has unparalleled physical strength and sharp five senses, but there is no method of flying and no spiritual perception, at least not at this stage.”
“Compared with this, the method of Qi cultivation is more comprehensive.”
“Not only can you fly with a sword, but you also have the ability to perceive the mind. Coupled with the unpredictable attack and defense methods of Zhenqi, it is indeed the best cultivation method that has stood out for thousands of years.”
After Jiang Heng tried his perception ability for a while, he took out Wu Feihang's long sword from the side.
At this stage, in addition to the ability to perceive the mind, the most obvious sign is the ability to fly with a sword.
Although Jiang Heng already has the ability to fly in the air under the influence of super-god-level movements, under normal circumstances, he does not intend to expose it.
That's why he left Wu Feihang's sword yesterday just to cover it up by flying with the sword.