Beast

On the first level of Lingdu Peak, there were less than ten monks who were either nervous or restless, excited and grinning, or indifferent...

Once you reach the stage of no return, you are destined to either only one person survive or they will all be buried here.

The two people who did not return to the stage were not fighting fiercely at one place, but were walking slowly towards each other.

"Yang Qing, you have not received any teachings at your age. It is really good to achieve such a level of cultivation. Even many inner disciples are beyond your reach." Wang Dali's steps were heavy, and he could take half a step with a casual step.

Zhang Yuan, instead of being sarcastic and teasing in the past, said calmly and seriously.

He is such a proud and arrogant person, and he will not flatter even the noble disciples of the inner sect. At this time, he actually praised his mortal enemy.

"Huh, just like you, I just don't want to be stepped on by others, but unlike you, I never want to be stepped on by others." Yang Qing's expression was as calm as water, and he snorted softly and said lightly.

Wang Dali suddenly laughed wildly, "Haha, boy, if you don't step on others, others will find ways to step on you. With your mentality, you are destined to not live long!"

"With your mentality, you are destined to die here today!" Yang Qing's calm expression gradually darkened, and there was an air of coldness in his tone.

"Huh! Die? If you die, your whole family will soon be reunited with you. You won't be lonely!" Wang Dali's steps quickened, and his face became more and more ferocious.

Yang Qing's face was as cold as ice, his eyes were filled with violence, and the muscles in his body were trembling gradually. He was not surprised by Wang Dali's words in his heart. He would do the same in order to avoid future troubles, and his tone was filled with murderous intent, "I will do the same!"

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‘Shua’, ‘shua’!

The two figures gradually increased their speed and summoned all their magical weapons.

Fire red long stick!

Earthy yellow longbow!

"Hmph! Trash, I've never controlled a weapon before, but I've given you three points, and yet I want to play such a trick!"

"Okay! I still said what I said three years ago, Wang Dali, do you dare to take a blow from me?"

"Why don't you dare!"

‘Shua’, ‘shua’!

The speed of the two increased to the extreme, one holding an ink-colored long stick, and the other holding a fiery red long stick.

They are all in the Purple Mansion realm, and their magical weapons are all long sticks.

Yang Qing's right arm weighs 5,000 pounds, purely for body training.

Wang Dali has a weight of 5,000 pounds with one arm. He can train both Qi and body. He has a strong body and pure essence!

The distance between the two people is getting closer and closer, Sun Xinyao's white robe is lingering with aqua-blue light, her beautiful eyes are fleeting, her pretty face is slightly pale, and the delicate hands clasped together have lost their color as they are pinched by each other.

The three of them, Lu Zhen, were almost leaning on the barrier supported by the formation. Even the timid Tian Bo lost his timidity and allowed the sound of 'clang' to ring in his ears.

Wang Youcai also put away the pride and evil smile on his face, and tried his best to open his slit-like eyes.

Most of the others had focused expressions. It didn't matter who lived or died. They only focused on the strength shown by the two. Only Zhou Tengyun couldn't help but feel happy!

"Uncle, smash him into a pulp!"

Wang Youcai roared hoarsely, his slit-like eyes full of ruthlessness.

At this moment, no one cares what he says!

"puff!"

Yang Qing, who was running quickly, coughed, and a mouthful of blood flowed down his chin with a light beard.

"ah!"

Sun Xinyao exclaimed in a low voice, her exquisite figure couldn't help but sway!

"Ah...haha! What a waste!"

Wang Youcai was stunned for a moment, then laughed hoarsely.

Vomiting out a mouthful of blood, Yang Qing's speed couldn't help but slow down sharply. The thin fascia that had grown all over his body still couldn't last until the two of them fought.

Wang Dali's momentum surged, the fiery red light became more intense, and the long stick burned with this layer of flames.

The magic is gathering!

This blow will definitely be more powerful than when he fought with Zhou Tengyun!

In just a few breaths, the distance between the two was less than three feet.

"ah!"

Yang Qing clenched his teeth and roared, causing blood to splash from his mouth.

"Red Dragon!"

The flesh on Wang Dali's face trembled violently, he shouted loudly and jumped up, the long fiery red stick in his hands turned into a fire dragon.

"Woo, crackle!"

The whistling sound that cuts through the air, the crackling sound of flames burning the air!

The ‘Fire Dragon’ rises up and then strikes down!

The power of this frontal slash exceeds 25,000 kilograms, and it also has the burning power of flames.

"Whoosh!"

The black ink shot out from his right hand was Wulie, and the stick did not rotate. However, the air surrounding the stick actually formed a small whirlwind.

This is for the dragon to get out of the water!

Its speed is so fast that it has exceeded the power of the 'Fire Dragon'!

At this moment, the fire dragon was already close and rushed forward to hit Yang Qing's head. The next moment, his brain collapsed!

No one came to be frightened, no one came to cheer, they just stared at this scene with their mouths wide open!

"Peng!"

A muffled sound!

The head of the stick, which was as black as ink, hit Wang Dali's chest and abdomen first. As soon as it collapsed, Yang Qing's casually pulled up bun started to smell like burnt!

"Die!"

Wang Dali shouted violently from the gaps between his white teeth. He felt the power of the drill contained in the head of the stick between his chest and abdomen. Instead of fear, he became furious.

"Buzz!"

Accompanied by the low drink mixed with blood and water, the stick body trembled violently.

The wave-like force inside the stick body pulls a piece of air.

The wind is blowing!

This move is to sweep thousands of armies!

"call!"

The 'Fire Dragon' that came to the top of his head paused suddenly, and then gradually moved away from Yang Qing's burnt bun.

Wang Dali's strong figure was lifted up by the long black stick that stirred up the strong wind.

"Die!"

He clenched his teeth tightly, blocking the flow of blood!

"Ah!"

The strong body was shaken and lifted up. The 'Fire Dragon' in his hand lost control. It was too late to strike in time. Panic began to appear in Wang Dali's angry shouts.

"Buzz!"

The head of the stick that had almost penetrated into the chest and abdomen trembled violently, and the nine shadows of the stick as black as ink tore apart the strong muscles in the chest and abdomen.

Turn around and hold the stick in both hands!

The long black stick slashed down!

This split is for a stormy sea!

"The Nu River is covered with clouds, it's done!"

"boom!"

The rock covered by the barrier was much harder than steel. The strong body fell on it head-down, without any resistance!

"Crack!"

Wang Dali died instantly!

"puff!"

Yang Qing coughed again and blood spurted out.

The long stick Wulie was drawn from the corpse and propped up on the ground with a clang.

"Oh!"

A low laugh came from his mouth full of blood, and the corners of his mouth could not help but tilt up, looking miserable and indifferent.

He originally wanted to use all his strength to hit the stormy waves. In this way, with the third level of "Ultimate Strength", except for his arms, his whole body strength still has ten thousand kilograms, and the combined force of both arms is ten thousand kilograms.

For the strength increase of 20,000 kilograms, that is 60,000 kilograms. Even a monk in the middle stage of Dingling will be seriously injured if he resists this attack.

However, even though the strength of his soul is comparable to that of a Dingling monk, and he can control and use the power of his whole body very well, the pulses all over his body simply do not allow him to do so. Then, before he can tap out, the pulses all over his body will

The road had been torn violently, and he was seriously injured and ready to die.

As for turning into a beast, he doesn't want to!

At that time, the only way to play the four foreign moves in "Nujiang Stick Technique" was Nujiang Fuyun, which was a fusion of the first three moves and became the throw in the stick technique.

This requires extremely high requirements for the control and use of power. If Yang Qing uses all his power and is unable to maintain continuity, in that case, in order to prevent the injury from worsening rapidly, his right arm can only use one thousand kilograms, and his left arm is black due to

The one thousand kilograms enhanced by the red smoke can use a total of two thousand kilograms, but the whole body strength excluding the arms is less than five thousand kilograms.

Yang Qing was able to use such a weak force as he wished. Even if he swept across thousands of armies, Wandering Dragon Out of the Water could triple his power, and Nujiang Shuiyun was able to exert it.

In the clouds covering the Nu River, the dragon swims out of the water at the right moment, with heavy speed and no gravity, which is called "grabbing". To sweep across thousands of troops, sweep is used as a lift, and its wave-like force is to vibrate the stick body into a row at high speed, which is used to lift and let go.

It was difficult for him to resist. He used the stormy waves as a slash and a fatal blow, with a force of twenty-four thousand kilograms.

This move took a little longer than the 'Fire Dragon' downward slash, but it was able to control Wang Dali.

In the final stormy waves, not to mention the physical body, even low-grade magic weapons will be damaged.

The two of them fought together, and when Wang Dali died, it only took less than one breath for Nujiang Fuyun to complete it, while it took the people outside Wugui Stage three full breaths to react.

"Ah! Victory!"

Sun Xinyao couldn't care less about the horror of Wang Dali's death. Her frightened heart turned into overwhelming excitement, and her heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to pop out of her mouth.

"well!"

The three of them, Lu Zhen, could only keep saying yes, and their faces were all red.

"This is a combat skill!" Pang Zeming's eyes flashed, and he said in surprise.

Spells are divided into low-level, mid-level, and high-level, and above them are combat skills.

Spells can only be cast by Qi-refining monks with true energy, but some combat skills can still be practiced by body-refining monks.

Just like the clouds covering the Nu River, he has achieved low-level combat skills.

The three moves such as Storming Waves are not spells. They have reached the threshold of combat skills and can only be called martial arts.

Zhou Tengyun only felt his head buzzing, but he didn't hear what he said. Originally, he was happy to see anyone die, but now he was frightened: "Yang Qing is so powerful, what should I do!"

What Zhou Tengyun first thought of was not the enmity between the two, but the quota of the three inner disciples. In the Hantie Mine Area alone, there was one person who surpassed him, not to mention the more than ten outer peaks.

Tens of thousands of outer disciples.

Originally, by refining the spiritual material Dark Edge Red Gold at the True Level, his strength surpassed almost all the deacons. Even if two or three more people surpassed him, he still had a very good chance of becoming an inner disciple, and then he sought the help of Sun Shifeng.

After doing some tricks, it is certain that he will become an inner disciple.

But at this time, an absolute threat appeared.

"Buzz!"

The barrier covering the No Return Stage is removed!

Yang Qing used his sleeves to touch the blood from the corners of his mouth and chin, manipulated the Spirit Gathering Array to draw out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at high speed to repair the torn veins, severely injured internal organs, and walked towards Sun Xinyao with a faint smile on his face.

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"Dispose of the body and blood, leave as soon as possible without leaving anyone behind!" the fair-skinned middle-aged man said coldly.

"Uncle!"

The middle-aged man's voice woke up the sluggish Wang Youcai, and then he screamed hoarsely, full of fear, sadness and choking.

"ah!"

Wang Youcai was extremely fat, and with his true energy agitated, he ran frantically towards the Stage of No Return.

"Uncle..."

Wang Youcai timidly picked up the deformed body and called hoarsely.

"You wait..."

Wang Youcai burst into tears, his eyes with only a slit were covered with bloodshot eyes. He raised his head and looked at Yang Qing, whose steps were heavy and his back was unusually straight. He felt fear at first, and then looked resentful.