Great Dao Ji

Who is he?

How could he be so strong?

In an instant, Bai Xian'er's heart was beating wildly, and her beautiful face was distorted by the fist wind.

The action was too fast, and the fist came too fast.

Even though Bai Xian'er had already condensed her true energy, she almost didn't react.

When the fierce strong wind made her eyelids twitch, she barely raised her palm to parry. The white silk belt wrapped around her arm pierced straight into An Qisheng's eyebrows like a steel gun under the infusion of true energy.

Under the infusion of true energy, a grass can cut through steel, and a wooden sword can drive a city to break the wall. Bai Xian'er confirmed that the head of this old Taoist priest was made of fine iron, and this time it could also pierce it!

But An Qisheng just looked down indifferently, as if the white silk belt didn't exist at all.

A punch pressed down!

Boom!

A huge force burst!

The moment the fist pressed down, it seemed to extinguish all the air!

Visible ripples spread between the two people, as if the air had turned into water at this moment.

Bai Xian'er's face changed, and she finally felt the power. The spreading ripples were the torrent of true energy she had hit.

The blue-black fist print seemed to contain an extremely terrifying power. With one contact, it actually shattered her body-protecting true energy!

And the remaining force, along with her palm, hit her heavily as she raised her head to avoid it!

Bang!

The heavy hammer hit the drum!

The low sound of the collision of flesh could not even suppress the sound of the air flow exploding in the room!

"Ah!"

Bai Xian'er let out a thrilling cry full of infinite reverie.

It was just one hammer.

The huge force poured into her body, shattering her sternum, and the Luo skirt on her back was instantly torn into a large piece, and a deep fist mark appeared on her smooth jade-like back!

At this moment, the white silk belt that was like a spear piercing An Qisheng's forehead seemed to lose all its strength and drooped down limply.

This silk belt was made of unknown material, but it was not damaged at all in the sharp airflow.

"This true qi"

An Qisheng frowned slightly, and this punch was not fully effective.

The layers of true qi seemed to be interwoven with countless layers of spider webs. Although it was penetrated by his tyrannical power, it greatly relieved his strength.

So that it was not fully effective.

Boom!

The huge force poured into the body, and the powerful kinetic energy pressed Bai Xian'er to hit the floor heavily.

Bai Xian'er bled from all seven orifices, and her beautiful face was filled with endless pain.

She gritted her teeth, and the true qi protected her internal organs. She was going to use this force to break the floor and avoid the old Taoist priest first.

But!

At the moment she touched the floor, before she even had time to release her strength, a huge force came from her wrist!

Her face changed.

An Qisheng's thick palm, which was like fine iron, suddenly exerted force and lifted up Bai Xian'er who was falling to the floor!

Then.

The fist that was raised high pressed down again!

"Not good!"

At this moment, Bai Xian'er's fear finally broke out.

Her madly struggling body, her slender legs, kicked straight at An Qisheng's chest and abdomen, and her lower body, and the palm held by him twisted wildly.

At the same time, her left arm, which had almost broken the hand bone, rushed forward again!

"Naughty."

An Qisheng didn't even blink, and the muscles between his chest and abdomen swelled, bearing her kicks.

Only when she kicked at his crotch, he moved slightly, letting her kick on his thigh.

After holding the elixir, the strength is round and harmonious, and the strength can reach everywhere with a thought, whether it is shrinking the yang into the abdomen, or gathering the strength with the lower limbs to send a full-strength attack to block it.

However, he still dodged subconsciously.

Bang!

The strong wind rose again, and the sound of the collision of flesh could not be covered by the whistling of the airflow.

Bai Xian'er felt that all her bones and muscles were broken, and the true energy that had been nurtured for countless years seemed to be completely shattered by one iron fist after another.

All struggles and resistances were wiped out under this punch!

"Really tough"

An Qisheng exerted force with his arms again, and pulled Bai Xian'er up again with the groaning of her arm bones.

At this time, he was a little surprised.

His physical strength was so strong at this time. After the internal force and blood were fused, he could smash steel with a random punch.

This woman was able to resist after being hit by two punches from him!

However, that was it.

With a sneer in his heart, An Qisheng raised his fist and smashed it down again.

Under the ripples of the airflow.

Bai Xian'er felt that the world was pitch black without a trace of light, and infinite terror was born in her heart.

The shattered true energy in her body surged wildly at this moment, climbing up layer by layer until her throat, and she trembled:

"Grandpa, spare my life!!!"

Huh!

Under the raging gale, Bai Xian'er's black hair flew, and her beautiful face was full of fear. Two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

"It turns out that the people of the Demon Sect are also afraid of death"

The purple fist mark slowly moved away from Bai Xian'er, and An Qisheng smiled.

He didn't think of fighting today.

Now there are all kinds of people in Nanliang City, and I don't know how many people are watching. It is naturally not a good idea to show up at this time.

Killing this woman, and even killing all the people of the Demon Sect in Zuiyue Tower, is not difficult for him at this time.

The moment he stepped into Zuiyue Tower, he knew this very well.

Plop~

Bai Xian'er fell to the ground as her hand loosened, and her body couldn't help but tremble, just like a weak woman who had been bullied by a strong man.

"Xian'er, Xian'er! What happened?"

At this time, outside, the madam Yunniang knocked on the door.

Such a big movement would naturally not go unnoticed, but An Qisheng's movement was very fast, only a few seconds before and after.

She was also confused, wondering if something really happened.

"No, it's okay."

Bai Xian'er raised her head, and there were traces of tears on her pretty face with loose hair, looking pitiful.

"Really, is it okay?"

Outside the door, Yunniang was surprised.

The previous movement was a bit too loud.

"It's okay, go back."

Bai Xian'er stood up tremblingly, feeling the pain as if all the muscles and bones in her body were broken.

Especially the chest, which almost collapsed, and the broken bones almost pierced the internal organs. If she moved, she would feel a piercing pain.

"Raise your head."

Bai Xian'er trembled and raised her head.

The three punches before had completely broken her defenses, and until now, her body was still shaking spontaneously.

Hearing An Qisheng's indifferent voice, she trembled, not daring to refuse, and slowly raised her head.

A pair of deep eyes, like an ancient well, deep like the starry sky at night, like an abyss, attracted all of Bai Xian'er's attention.

"No, not good"

Bai Xian'er's heart was shocked, and she subconsciously wanted to struggle, but she saw the purple palm move in her peripheral vision, and the last bit of courage in her heart was instantly shattered.

"Soul-stealing Technique"

In the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, a ray of brilliance lit up.

The essence of the Soul-stealing Technique flowed through his heart.

Over the past few months, he has learned dozens of secrets of this world through dreams. Unfortunately, due to the fact that he has not yet condensed his true qi, he cannot learn some powerful martial arts with very high levels.

The Dragon and Tiger Pure Yang Qi that Tong Zhengyang learned requires the condensation of the true qi seed before it can be practiced. The Tianlong Youxian Step requires the condensation of the foot sutra, the Zhantian Great Handprint requires the condensation of the hand sutra, and the Taibai Jigang Sutra requires the condensation of the qi meridian before it can be involved.

But there is one method that has no threshold, or in other words, the threshold is not in the true qi, internal force, and the operation also requires the wandering of the qi meridians.

That is the Soul-stealing Method!

The only threshold for this Soul-stealing Method is that the mental power is strong enough.

An Qisheng did not know what the standard of this strength was, but after trying, he found that he had no problem, and, like when he practiced the visualization method, his "talent" in this kind of mental method was extremely strong, and his progress was very fast!

In just a few months, he was able to perform this method.

The three punches he had thrown before were more powerful than the punch marks themselves. What he wanted was to defeat the mind of this demon sect witch, and then to perform the soul-stealing technique!

Buzz~

With a thought, the eyes of the two people facing each other seemed to become an invisible channel, and the spiritual power invisible to the naked eye gushed out along this channel.

"Ah."

Bai Xian'er's neck tilted back sharply, as if hit by a sledgehammer, her body trembled, and a look of struggle and pain appeared on her face.

Before martial arts practice reaches the divine vein, it is impossible to get involved in the spirit, but martial arts practice, the improvement of internal strength and physique, will also temper the mind and sublimate the spirit.

Even if the mind is severely damaged, the subconscious is still resisting.

"At this point, you still want to resist"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

The body and the spirit are one and two, two and one, and are closely connected.

The torture of the body under extreme conditions will enhance a person's spiritual will. Similarly, the severe damage to the body will also greatly weaken the spirit.

His three punches almost killed Bai Xian'er on the spot. Because of the shock of her fist spirit, her mind was more traumatized than her body.

But even so, her resistance still made An Qisheng frown.

"Xian'er"

An Qisheng controlled his vocal cords and uttered erratic and slow syllables:

"Do you know who I am?"

"You"

Listening to An Qisheng's voice, the pain on Bai Xian'er's face eased a little: "You, who are you?"

"Think about it, you called me before"

An Qisheng's eyes were deep, like a demon who tempted people to fall, using words to hypnotize.

He had a strong control over his body, and his erratic voice was full of hypnotic techniques, which was very contagious.

"I called"

Bai Xian'er's empty eyes flashed a trace of confusion, and under An Qisheng's guidance, she seemed to recall something.

A trace of fear flashed across her face:

"Grandpa, Grandpa, Xian'er was wrong, Xian'er is in pain, please don't hit Xian'er"

"Then you have to listen"

An Qisheng slowly guided:

"Now, you are very tired, you want to relax, you want to get rid of the restraints on your body"

"Xian'er is tired, Xian'er wants to relax"

Bai Xian'er followed An Qisheng blankly, and her movable palm slowly raised up, about to untie her belt.

""

An Qisheng glanced at the pink skeleton in front of him, his heart was calm, and he continued:

"Yes, but it's not enough, you have to relax more, relax more"

"Relax more"

Bai Xian'er's face relaxed.

"Okay."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed, and his mental power was like a flood.