Devouring Sword God

Chapter 504 Brother, You Think Too Much

And on a void far away from the platform, two figures stood floating in the air.

These two people are Mu Changhun and the owner of the Palace of Desolation.

At this moment, Mu Changhun's eyes were concentrated, and he was looking in the direction of the platform.

The Lord of the Desolate Palace frowned and looked at Mu Changhun, who was weak, and said in a slightly cold voice, "Did you use the sky-peeping mirror again?"

This old pervert even spied on her taking a bath again.

Mu Changhun was shocked all of a sudden, but he pretended not to hear, looked at Yi Xiaoyao on the platform and said, "This kid really does things differently from ordinary people."

"You value that Yi Xiaoyao so much?"

The owner of the Desolate Palace knew that he was changing the subject, and didn't bother to pursue it any further, so he followed his words and asked.

Mu Changhun smiled and nodded: "This son's talent, potential, and temperament are all far superior to those of other arrogances, and he may become my Qinghuang's hope in the future."

"For you to make such an evaluation, it is enough to show that he is extraordinary."

The owner of the Desolation Palace said indifferently: "It's just that I still don't like him. It is said that he is still very close to Yuan'er?"

"It's good for Yuan'er, the stinky girl, to be close to this kid. Compared to Qinglin, I hope Yuan'er can be with Yi Xiaoyao. I believe that if Yuan'er's father was here, he would choose Yi Xiaoyao. "Mu Changhun laughed.

The owner of the Desolation Palace suddenly turned cold, and said: "Let's talk about it after he has the ability to deal with it!"

Mu Changhun's reaction to her was not surprising, he continued to look at the platform and said, "Next, Qingkuang will suffer."

"I want to see how that kid disappoints you."

The owner of the Desolate Palace obviously didn't believe it, and said indifferently.

……

But at this time, on the platform on the top of the mountain, Yi Xiaoyao and Qing Kuang looked at each other, their momentum confronting each other.

"Have guts."

Qing Feng stared at Yi Xiaoyao, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was some anger surging in his eyes. As a veteran disciple, he naturally felt uncomfortable being so arrogantly invited to fight by a new boy sweeping the floor.

Immediately when he stepped out, a violent barren air swept away like a storm, that kind of fluctuation far surpassed all the geniuses Yi Xiaoyao had defeated before.

"Since you want to prove yourself, I will give you a chance."

Qing Kuang said in a deep voice: "Because you are a junior, I don't want to bully you. If you are not defeated within ten moves, I, Qing Kuang, will not talk nonsense about the quota. Do you dare to accept it?"

"Senior brother, you don't need to worry too much, the ten-stroke agreement is unnecessary."

Along with the voice, Yi Xiaoyao also had the power of desolation gushing out from his body. Although he was not as violent as Qing Kuang, he resolved all the oppression of the opponent with four or two strokes. This is his exquisite grasp of the power of desolation these days .

"Arrogant enough! That's fine, let me see, you are a proud torturer, what are you capable of, and how do you want to abuse me!"

Qingkuang let out a cold snort, and the anger in his eyes became even more intense. At this moment, he was just like his name, with a frivolous look on his face.

If he couldn't even deal with a boy sweeping the floor just getting started, then there would be too much room for his face.

"Buzz!"

Qingkuang stepped on the ground, and the majestic force of desolation directly stepped out of the cracks on the ground, and with his violent figure, he quickly spread towards Yi Xiaoyao.

The surrounding disciples retreated one after another, but their eyes were fixed on the two people in the field.

Facing the attack, Yi Xiaoyao stepped on the same foot, and the power of desolation spread out.

But his step did not cause cracks to disperse like Qing Kuang did, but only a thicker crack appeared, splitting towards the opponent.

In the blink of an eye, the desolate power of the two collided with each other in the form of cracks on the ground under their feet.

"Crack!"

With a crisp crack, the only crack under Yi Xiaoyao's feet directly penetrated the spider web-like cracks that spread from Qing Kuang's feet.

At the same time, Qing Kuang suddenly injected the power of barrenness into the ground, instantly cutting Yi Xiaoyao's only crack into countless broken pieces.

The first confrontation failed, and in the next moment, the bodies of the two had already rushed to one place.

Qing Kuang's palm seal changed, and then he pressed it suddenly.

"Desolate Palm!"

Immediately, the monstrous power of desolation condensed in his palm, passed through the space that was shattered and cracked, and slapped out with one palm.

Facing such a berserk attack, Yi Xiaoyao just stretched out his palm, and immediately clenched it, a blue light erupted from his fist, and swung his fist to meet him.

"boom!"

Lu Lu slapped the green fist fiercely with his wild palm, but failed to shake him at all. Yi Xiaoyao's fist was as hard as gold and iron, and his body was as stable as a rock.

This made Qing Kuang's eyelids twitch, obviously he seriously underestimated Yi Xiaoyao's strength.

With a cold snort, Qing Kuang pressed Yi Xiaoyao's fist with his palm, and then grabbed it suddenly, bursting out with even more violent and desolate power.

"The strength is good, but after all, your cultivation base is too low, you can't compete with my spiritual power!"

After shouting violently, Yi Xiaoyao only felt a force of desolation that was more violent than him, entangled towards his arm.

Just as the other party said, although he has mastered the profound meaning of barrenness, the difference in cultivation between the two is fatal. His spiritual power is not as powerful as the other party's, so that his barren power can't compete with the other party's barren power.

As the barren power poured into Yi Xiaoyao's body, the vitality in his body began to be crazily destroyed, and the skin began to appear withered and cracked, revealing the color of pain.

"Junior Brother Yi, you just need to admit defeat and give up the spot, and I will stop."

Seeing Yi Xiaoyao's current situation, Qingkuang showed a smug smile, but he still held onto Yi Xiaoyao's fist tightly.

He was waiting for Yi Xiaoyao to admit defeat, otherwise he would never let go.

However, Qing Kuang saw that Yi Xiaoyao had no intention of admitting defeat at all, and was afraid of causing trouble if he lost his life, so he continued to shout: "If you continue, my barren power will definitely destroy your vitality, I I don't want to kill you!"

Hearing such a voice, Yi Xiaoyao just smiled strangely.

"Brother, you think too much."

A faint voice came out, and everyone saw in astonishment that Yi Xiaoyao's cracked body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, another layer of void black soul flame seemed to sway from outside his body.

As soon as the Burning Soul Forbidden Art was activated, Yi Xiaoyao's aura instantly became vigorous, and he directly confronted Qing Kuang.

But Yi Xiaoyao didn't choose to block the desolate power that Qingkuang crazily injected into his body, instead, a layer of dark spiritual power gushed out from above his fist.

"Swallow!"

Yi Xiaoyao's mind moved, and a powerful devouring power erupted in an instant, and he began to frantically devour the opponent's barren power.

In this way, even if Qingkuang's desolate power cannot be completely swallowed, the overflowing power is not enough to cause the slightest damage to Yi Xiaoyao's body.

The vitality of the Heaven, Earth and Wood Soul is incomparably strong, even if it is destroyed by the opponent, it will not be destroyed. As long as there is even the slightest crack in the body, the Aoki Indestructible Body will instantly heal itself.

"Your barren power is useless to me."

Yi Xiaoyao raised his head slightly, and smiled faintly at Qing Kuang, whose complexion changed dramatically, and immediately mobilized the power of barrenness devoured from the other party, coupled with his own barren secrets, directly controlled and condensed together, and instantly followed his Fists burst out.

"Oh!"

There was a violent explosion, and at this moment Yi Xiaoyao, the power poured out of his fist was far beyond his peak state, and the palm that was holding onto his fist directly collapsed with a bone cracking sound, and Was shaken to break away.

At the same time, the berserk and desolate fist figure swept towards Qing Kuang with a gust of anger, and it was so shocked that he vomited blood and flew backwards, causing him to retreat hundreds of feet in an embarrassing manner, before he managed to stabilize his figure.

When Qing Kuang stopped in embarrassment, the surroundings fell silent, all the disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, and secretly gasped.

As disciples of the Palace of Desolation, they are all very clear about the power of Desolation, coupled with the hands of Qing Kuang from the fourth level of Yin and Yang, the power is self-evident.

But Yi Xiaoyao was not affected by the destructive power of barrenness, and even knocked Qing Kuang back with a single punch!
Looking at the figures that suddenly parted in the field, everyone knew that this duel had already been won or lost.

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(Third update.)
(End of this chapter)