Peerless God Emperor

Chapter 437: The Magic of Yuqi!

The blood sparrow ancient sword reached Shang Jia's neck, which made the black-clothed middle-aged dare not come near.

However, his tone still has an unquestionable taste.

Moreover, while speaking, there was a coercion that shrouded Xiang Xiang to wake up.

This coercion originated from the aura pressure of Master Yuqi, and it was a kind of pressure on the life level.

The alien beast transformed into a demon, and the level of life was sublimated.

And human martial arts, from Hunyuan Ninth Layer to Yuqi Master, is also a kind of sublimation on the life level.

Because of this, the Master of Imperial Qi can fly in the air and possess powerful soul perception.

This kind of life-level suppression, if it were ordinary martial arts, under one face, the legs would become soft and pale.

However, he woke up without a different face and was not affected too much.

On the level of life, he is indeed lower than the black middle-aged.

However, in terms of combat power, he is not inferior to the opponent.

When an ant possesses the power of a god, what role can the authority of the **** have in front of him?

"Are you ordering me?" Su Xing raised his head and coldly asked the black-clothed middle-aged.

"Presumptuous!" The black-clothed middle-aged man had a pale face. He was not only a leader of the Shang clan, but also a grand master of imperial qi.

Now, is actually being questioned like this?

If the object of questioning him is a child of the royal family of the great country of Tianshan, he will bear it.

But a small Wu Xiu from the barren country dare to question him like this?

In the eyes of the black-clothed middle-aged, awakening is completely uncivilized, ignorant of the barbarians who are tall and thick.

From the fact that he dared to attack Shangjia, one or two can be seen.

"Say it one last time, let go of Young Master Shang Jia." The black-clothed middle-aged said coldly, with murderous eyes in his eyes.

"You hear me, let me go, you savage, rustic hillbilly!" Shangjia lay half on the ground, urging.

He felt that since the middle-aged in black has come, his safety can be guaranteed.

"I don't know how to live or die!" Su Xing narrowed his eyes, and Han Mang shot out.

"What are you doing? If you dare to kill me, my Shang clan will definitely destroy you." Shang Jia felt the awakened killing intent and hurriedly shouted.

"Dare to threaten me when I die?"

If Shangjia knelt down and begged for mercy, and the black-clothed middle-aged man had a sincere attitude, then there would be two things to say in which direction things would go.

However, Shangjia actually dared to threaten to wake up, and the middle-aged in black had such a tough attitude.

With a rejuvenated character, how can it be subdued?

"laugh!"

The ancient blood sparrow sword fell, and Shang Jia's head was in a different place.

"Dare you!" The black-clothed middle-aged man opened his eyes full of anger, and anger and killing intent appeared like a tide.

A large number of powerful people from the Shang clan came to this central area this time, mainly because they had other things to do. Shangjia just followed over and took a look, saying it was a travel, but in fact it was a tour of the mountains and water.

And the black-clothed middle-aged Thunder Stone, except for other tasks, is responsible for the safety of Shangjia.

Now that Shangjia is killed, the black-clothed middle-aged Thunder Stone will definitely be in trouble.

This made the black-clothed middle-aged Thunder Stone wish to sack his awakening.

"Kill!" The black-clothed middle-aged who was already killing Guojue, immediately shot.

Boom!

He squeezed with one hand, and there was the majestic power of cultivation in his body, which was condensed into the iron fist. What is even more frightening is that the endless spiritual energy between the world and the earth also gathered on that fist.

In a short time, the power of that boxing gang has reached an extremely terrifying level.

This is the most terrifying method of Master Yuqi, Yuqi!

Yuqi means to control the aura of heaven and earth.

Before reaching the imperial master, the power that Wu Xiu could burst out was his own cultivation power.

However, after becoming a master of imperial qi, not only can he mobilize his own cultivation strength, but he can also control the aura of the world around him, allowing his combat power to increase substantially.

"Die!" As the black-clothed middle-aged sipped coldly, the fist was overwhelming and struck down towards awakening.

Wow!

Awakening urged Shui Xuanyi, slapped forward with one palm, and the waves were heavy and heavy.

"Crack!"

However, under just one face, there were four or five waves of raging waves, which were easily torn apart by the fist gang, and then the fist gang was like a broken bamboo, piercing the waves continuously.

In the end, the storm was completely annihilated, but the boxing gun was also exhausted in the process.

"Is this the Grand Master Yuqi?"

Awakening expression is solemn, this is the first time for him to confront the Master Yuqi, and there is a lot of shock in his heart.

Especially, the black-clothed middle-aged man's ability to guard against qi is the most surprising to Awakening.

He can clearly judge that the ability to guard against qi has increased the combat strength of the black-clothed middle-aged man by a full 50%!

It should be understood that the master of Yuqi's own combat power is already extremely strong, and on this basis, it has increased by 50% combat power, which is quite terrifying.

And the shock is not only awakening, but the heart of the middle-aged in black is also ups and downs.

He is the grand master of imperial qi, the so-called half-step master, in front of him, is not an enemy at all.

But now, Su Xing actually resisted his punch unscathed.

This is incredible.

What made the black-clothed middle-aged Lei Shi even more surprised was that Wake's comprehension of the profound meaning of water was even deeper than that of a general imperial master.

"genius!"

There were waves of ripples in the heart of the black-clothed middle-aged. With the awakening age and the cultivation conditions of a barren country, he could reach this point, which shows that he is outstanding in cultivation talent.

The more this is the case, the more the black middle-aged will kill the awakening.

Otherwise, being grown up by the other party is not a good thing for the merchants.

"kill!"

The black-clothed middle-aged murderous heart surged, and when he stepped into the Transformation Realm, what he understood was Feng Xuan.

Wind, swiftness, and fierceness are both offensive and defensive mysticism, but the most notable feature is its swift performance.

Usually, the imperial master who understands the profound meaning of the wind is very good at speed and has a flexible body shape.

At this moment, the black-clothed middle-aged Thunder Stone revealed the profound meaning of the wind. His body turned into an afterimage, flying constantly between the sky and the ground. The speed was so fast that even if he was awake, he felt dizzy.

Not only that, every attack of the black-clothed middle-aged man contained countless wind blades with extremely strong cutting power, which also made it necessary to respond with extreme care when waking up.

In the valley, the sound of explosions was endless, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was completely rioted, and billowing smoke rose into the sky.

Rumble!

The mountain is broken and the cliff wall is broken.

In the end, the mountain peaks on both sides completely collapsed, and the figure of awakening and the middle-aged in black also rushed out at this moment.

The two of them have fought for no less than a hundred rounds.

Awakening fell in the wind, and the black-clothed middle-aged took the initiative, constantly attacking Awakening.

However, Shui Xuanyi gave Awakening extremely strong resilience. The waves around his body were heavy, and the airtight guarding him made it impossible for the middle-aged black clothes to take him for a while.

But the situation is not optimistic.

Because it continued, it was equal to the consumption of the competition, and his true cultivation was only the seventh level of Hunyuan, and the degree of vigor was definitely not as good as the black-clothed middle-aged as the master of imperial Qi.