Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 462: The First Break of the Nineteenth Heavenly Tribulation
Yang Qian was extremely thankful that his body had been tempered twice, and that he had chosen the path of martial arts cultivation early on, so his body was very different from that of an ordinary cultivator. Otherwise, he would have been seriously injured by the first strike of the lightning that penetrated his body.

Meridians? Meridians are as thick as cowhide, so what if they are hit by lightning? It is powerful, but it is impossible to burn through the meridians in one go.

Dantian? The main feature of Wuhun Pill is that it is a fried dough stick, and it can be eaten raw or cold. In the past, I was addicted to eating thunder energy. Now that the thunder has come, although it is "hot in the mouth", it is not enough to crush the Wuhun Pill. At most, it is a little uncomfortable.

Soul? Sea of ​​consciousness? If it can't resist the thunder, it will be hidden, right? When the turtle retreats into the soul, use the martial soul elixir water to cover it.

The physical body was not too difficult to resist because dozens of thunders were divided into different attack ranges and no one thunder would hit one place completely.

When Yang Qian completed the first body tempering, he felt that the strength of his body was comparable to that of a top-grade magic weapon. Now, after the second body tempering, even if it is not as good as a magic weapon, it will not be too far behind.

What surprised Yang Qian was that the Soul-Slashing Force, which he had placed high hopes on before, was completely useless at this moment.

Originally, Yang Qian used the Soul Slashing Force to set up layer upon layer of space barriers for himself, hoping that these space barriers could help him block as much power of thunder as possible.

After all, the space barrier was one of the strongest means of defense in Yang Qian’s previous killing experience, and it was many times better than his body-protecting energy.

But the facts made Yang Qian feel that he had miscalculated.

The thunder is not an ordinary means at all, nor is it the power of magic. It is the murderous intent of heaven and earth!
As a result, the space barrier that Yang Qian had placed high hopes on was simply ignored by the lightning. It ignored the layers of space, as if it didn't exist, and pierced Yang Qian without even making a detour.

Although there were some miscalculations, overall I managed to withstand the first thunderbolt.

Of course, he looked quite miserable, that was for sure. His clothes were shredded to dust, with only one layer of inner armor left as a tattered cover.

There were bloody wounds all over his body. The golden and red blood on Yang Qian's body was very eye-catching.

"That is."

"The blood actually turned golden. What kind of martial arts did Yang Qian practice? He almost withstood the first thunderbolt, but only his clothes were torn and some blood was spilled?!"

I've long known that a martial artist's body is very hard, but now it seems to be extraordinarily hard!

But the second thunderbolt struck again, with less than three breaths between the two, leaving no chance for the person to catch his breath.

Yang Qian had not even yet resolved the power of the thunder that had invaded his body, and he had to swing the giant blade in his hand once again, slashing out with the sword intent, trying to break the thunder into pieces once again.

Swish!
Dozens more sword intentions were slashed out, directly cutting through the golden thunder that was falling down, and also cutting it into dozens of small thunders of different sizes.

The result seemed exactly the same, but Yang Qian also felt that the second thunderbolt was a circle larger than the first one, and more "solid" than the first one, so that it became much more difficult for the sword to cut it than before.

Puff puff.
The sound of rain beating on Yang Qian continued. The power of the first thunderbolt had not yet completely faded, and the second thunderbolt arrived, destroying his body and invading his body with even more ferocity and violence.

Although Yang Qian managed to bear it, he already felt a bit exhausted. Moreover, the thunder with the killing intent of the heavenly tribulation could not be absorbed and raged in his body, which brought Yang Qian pain that was no less than when he used the "Fire Lotus" to temper his body.

I can only say that I'm used to it and I can bear it by gritting my teeth.

Then the third, fourth, and fifth
With each thunderbolt that struck, the pressure Yang Qian felt would multiply. The damage his body could endure was also approaching his limit.

And the bad news is not just about the physical body, the sword intent has made it difficult to cut the fifth thunder.

Before, it could be split into dozens of smaller thunderbolts to share the damaging power of the thunderbolts on the surface of his body.

Now Yang Qian tried his best but could only cut the fifth thunder into six or seven pieces. It would be enough to make a big hole in his body and also blow apart a large piece of flesh and blood.

puff!
Yang Qian felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of dark golden blood spurted out of him. His face turned pale.

Rumble.
The thunder that had made Yang Qian's blood boil at first now sounded like the final countdown of his life. With every thunder, Yang Qian felt that he was one step closer to death. The sixth. The seventh.
Two more thunderbolts struck down. Yang Qian could no longer stand straight. His body was hunched over, and his chest was heaving violently.

The inner armor of the magic weapon had been completely destroyed. Yang Qian was almost naked, holding a knife, looking miserable. But he also had an inexplicably fierce temperament, his eyes staring fiercely at the eyes in the clouds above his head.

At this time, the meridians are sore, astringent and damaged. Although they have not yet broken, they are in danger.

Although the Wuhun Pill in the Dantian remained strong, it was under too much pressure and began to stop rotating, with its surface shaking slightly.

Yang Qian knew that his body was reaching its limit.

But there are still two more thunders!
There are nine thunders in the nineteenth heavenly tribulation. Each thunder is stronger than the last one, and the last ninth thunder is the greatest test of the whole heavenly tribulation.

Click!

The eighth thunderbolt fell. This time, Yang Qian's sword intent could only cut the huge eighth thunderbolt into two halves. He also tried to use small and fine sword intent to continue cutting, but the speed of the thunderbolt was too fast, and he was imprisoned and could not move or dodge at all. There was not enough time.

Pfft!

Yang Qian spat out another mouthful of blood. This was the nth time he had spat out blood today. His face was pale and purple, and he looked like he was about to die.

The huge impact instantly knocked Yang Qian into the ground, and he sank more than two feet deep.

Yang Qian felt like he was about to fall apart.

"Am I going to die?" Yang Qian was a little dazed. He just struggled to get up from the mud and rocks, stood up tremblingly, raised the huge blade in his hand above his head, and his eyes were sharper and brighter than ever before.

Looking at the eye of heaven in the middle of the rolling clouds, it was like looking directly into the eyes of God!
Die? Even if I die, I will still chop you down!

Yang Qian's mind was blank at this moment. He simply felt that he might die. Before he died, he felt unwilling to be beaten so hard by the heavenly calamity. He had to fight back, right?

So facing the ninth thunderbolt, Yang Qian pushed the ground with all his might, leaped up with pure physical strength, roared, and chopped at the thunderbolt head-on with a knife!

With this knife, Yang Qian suddenly felt that all the strength in his body was drained, and his energy and spirit were all focused on this knife.

Only this knife, nothing else in my eyes.

Suddenly, the cutting texture that had been blurred by the eighth thunderbolt became clear again and clearer than ever before!

With one slash of the sword, the huge force smashed Yang Qian into the ground again.

However, the ninth thunderbolt was chopped into pieces by Yang Qian's last strike!

So even if it was the strongest thunder, when it hit Yang Qian, it would be full of particles as fine as residue, and could not completely tear Yang Qian's body apart.

At the same time, the thunder and lightning that entered Yang Qian's body, after severing several of Yang Qian's meridians, were barely swallowed up, stirring up Yang Qian's soul into a trance.

Yang Qian was so absent-minded that he didn't notice a prompt that suddenly popped up on the experience panel.

[Congratulations! You fought hard between life and death, and the sword that gathered your energy and life is your strongest blow so far! You have gained enlightenment because of this. ]

[Understanding the special skill: Nine-shot]

(End of this chapter)