The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 172: The Grandmaster's Palm Is So Terrifying

With a bang, flames in the guest courtyard shot up into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky red.

Two figures rushed out from the raging fire and stood still in the yard. Xuan Xin's face was gloomy, and the five bloody claw marks on his chest made him feel a stinging pain.

A look of regret appeared on Fang Xun's face.

"I didn't expect you to be at the highest level of enlightenment. You hid it really well."

Xuanxin's strength is only at the Kaiqiao realm. At most, he becomes stronger with age and can fight head-on with someone at the Kaiqiao extreme realm for a while.

If he had reached the highest level of enlightenment, he would not have been sent to Jiangzhou by the Qingcheng Sect to guard the Qingfeng Temple, where he would not have stayed for dozens of years.

The thirty-six people who have reached the highest level of enlightenment all have the hope of becoming the Master of Yin Shen.

Although for someone like Xuanxin who has entered the aging stage of life and reached the highest level of enlightenment, there is only a tiny glimmer of hope, but it is also hoped that it is not the case, and the Qingcheng Sect will not send him away.

At this time, Xuan Xin's face was extremely angry. He looked at Fang Xun with resentment, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped him angrily.

With a bang, a red light shot up into the sky, and Xuan Xin seemed to be enveloped in blood flames.

The palm that was swung out was so cold and vicious that Fang Xun also sensed a hint of threat.

In an instant, a palm was pressed in front of him, bringing up a bloody light, as if to drown him in the sea of ​​blood.

"It is indeed the blood demon's kung fu!"

Fang Xun did not dodge or evade, but raised his hand and pressed his palm into the void.

In an instant, the temperature of the surrounding air rose sharply, and one could even faintly hear the cries of the Vermilion Bird.

In an instant, there was a loud bang, and the blood in the sky evaporated completely. A violent air wave swept over, lifting up pieces of stone slabs and making the entire guest house a mess.

However, this was not the end. Other rooms in the guest house were also invaded by the fire, and the fire intensified in an instant.

In the light of the fire, only two figures, one old and one young, could be seen moving back and forth in the yard. Their movements could not be seen clearly as they collided again and again.

There was only a strong wind sweeping through, and soon after hundreds of blows had passed, there was no intact place in the entire yard, and only the sizzling sound of corrosion and burning remained.

Xuanxin's blood light swept across, and the power was so vicious that the bricks, stones and soil on the ground were all corroded.

Fang Xun's attack was equally ruthless and fierce. The "Circulating Fire Energy" was activated, and the hot internal energy continued to consume Xuan Xin's blood energy.

Xuan Xin became more and more surprised as the fight went on. Although he knew that Fang Xun had the strength to reach the ultimate level of enlightenment, it was still beyond his expectations and made him feel extremely pressured.

The fight between the two was extremely fierce, but what was strange was that although there were some lights on in some guest houses nearby, no one came out to check out the noise.

A little further away, a group of Taoists from Qingfeng Temple saw the flames rising here and immediately rushed over at full speed.

Fang Xun didn't know that a group of Taoists were rushing towards the field, but when he saw that no one came to check nearby, he realized that the people in the courtyard had probably been subdued by Xuan Xin.

"Heh, this guy invited all the martial artists in Jiangzhou to hold the 'Demon-Extermination Conference'. He really has no good intentions!"

Thinking of this, the "Great Vajra Power" in his body began to operate, and the "self-centered image" of Monk Jiuru rose up in his mind, and a domineering aura lingered all over his body.

"Ok?"

Xuan Xin, who was fighting with the young man on the opposite side, immediately noticed something strange and felt that the young man opposite him suddenly became domineering.

But the next moment, the poem "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at Night" on Fang Xun's waist made a clanging sound without wind, and suddenly it came into his hand.

The knife light suddenly appeared, and he let out a long whistle, and used the sword style of "Listening to the Spring Rain in the Small Building All Night", bursting out with unparalleled knife light.

Tyrant Sword——

Fang Xun used the self-centered appearance of Monk Jiuru to wield the domineering sword style learned from Yue Shan.

Before the blade arrived, the terrifying sword energy had already risen up, sealing Xuan Xin's surroundings. The ground that had already been turned out of the mud began to be ravaged again.

The terrifying murderous aura filled the air, casting a layer of depression over Xuanxin's mind, which made his face change drastically.

boom--

In an instant, blood burst out from his body and condensed into substance in an instant, meeting the blade.

With a loud bang, air waves spread out layer by layer, and Xuan Xin only felt an extremely domineering sword energy entering his body and was about to wreak havoc.

He let out a strange cry and retreated repeatedly, madly circulating his energy to dissipate the sword energy in his meridians. After retreating seven steps in succession, he finally dissipated the sword energy, but a long bloody mark appeared on his chest.

Immediately, he saw Fang Xun's approaching figure again.

At this moment, Fang Xun's eyes were no longer overbearing, but instead were full of childish innocence, like an innocent child who had emerged from the mud of the world of suffering without being stained.

It flows out like a spring, no one knows where it comes from; it collects like rain, no one knows where it stops. This is exactly the appearance of the blissful boy of Master Huasheng, the second generation ancestor of the Vajra lineage!

Although it was no longer as intimidating as Master Jiuru's "self-centered" appearance, Xuanxin's sense of crisis was even stronger than before.

At this time, 'Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at Night' in Fang Xun's hand moved again.

This time, it’s not a knife, but a sword!
Then, 'Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at Night' cut out an indescribable, incomparable, and seemingly perfect trajectory in the void, and the raging fire around it turned into the shape of a sword at this moment.

This sword made Xuan Xin feel as if he was not facing a person, but the world he was in!
Fang Xun, in the form of the Boy of Bliss, wielded the Heavenly Sword of Yue Girl.

Although not as pure as Ah Qing, his murderous intent was even more intense, and the sense of crisis brought about by it was something Xuan Xin had never seen in his life.

The surging sense of crisis continued to hit his soul, but between the crises of life and death, Xuanxin's heart became calmer.

"If the heavens want me to die, then I will tear the heavens apart!"

He let out a long howl, lowered his arms, and swung his five fingers into claws, fiercely from bottom to top.

Bloody Hand Seven Styles - Sky-tearing Claw
With a bang, endless blood light burst out, illuminating half of the sky above their heads red.

boom--

The collision of sword and claw was like Mars hitting the Earth.

In an instant, a loud earth-shaking noise was heard, and the courtyard was filled with smoke and dust, with earth, rocks, bricks and burning wood flying everywhere.

At this time, footsteps were heard from a distance. It turned out that a group of Taoists from Qingfeng Temple had finally arrived at the scene.

I saw pairs of eyes widening when they saw the guest house covered in smoke and dust.

"what happened?"

"Isn't this Lord Fang's guest house? Is he fighting with someone?!"

"No! Where are the guests in other courtyards? Such a big commotion should have alarmed them a long time ago. How come no one is seen now?"

Just when everyone realized with surprise that something was wrong, suddenly a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.

The next moment, they saw a red shadow with disordered aura rushing out of the smoke screen like lightning, with large amounts of blood spraying on the ground along the way.

Immediately, another figure chased after him at an equally fast speed. The two figures, one chasing and the other escaping, rushed down the mountain at a rapid speed.

The group of Taoists had no time to react before they were affected by the violent gust of air that the two men stirred up along the way.

In an instant, a group of Taoists were thrown to the ground, and some were even knocked unconscious. Only a few who were far away staggered and managed to keep their balance.

Xuan Xin's energy was in disarray, and there was a sword wound on his chest that was deep enough to see the bone.

At this moment, he was filled with fear. The sword just now only seriously injured him, and he still had enough strength to continue fighting.

But Xuan Xin was really scared. He had realized that he was no match for Fang Xun and just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.

But he had escaped less than a mile when he was caught up by Fang Xun again. He had no choice but to turn around and continue fighting with the enemy, fighting and retreating.

The two of them were fighting and running, and the whistling energy was making a loud noise.

Houses along the way were affected and collapsed, forcing the Qingfeng Temple disciples along the way to flee in panic.

Fang Xun also felt helpless, even though he was stronger than his opponent.

But Xuan Xin only wanted to run away and didn't fight him head-on. He would never charge forward if he could avoid it, and would never attack if he could evade it.

He could only try his best to slow down the opponent's escape. Calculating the time, Yu Jiaolong should be here soon.

When Yu Jiaolong comes, he can easily deal with Xuan Xin.

Fang Xun moved as fast as the wind and swung his sword as he passed the mountain gate.

choke--

The tall stone arch collapsed with a loud bang, and rocks and earth flew everywhere, turning into sharp arrows of gravel flying in all directions.

It was this loud noise that directly alarmed the small town at the foot of the mountain.

In an instant, crowds swarmed onto the streets, and the lights in the rooms that had been turned off long ago were quickly lit up.

A dozen people who were near the foot of the mountain were affected by the fierce fight between the two people who rushed out of the mountain gate before they could see clearly what was happening.

Immediately a series of shrill screams were heard, and the bodies of the two people who got a little closer were first cut into pieces by the sword energy, and then corroded by the blood energy, and turned into pus in an instant.

The others who were far away were hit by Fang Xun's sword energy, spitting blood and flying backwards, falling heavily to the ground like a broken sack. Although they were seriously injured, they were lucky to save their lives.

"There are experts fighting, run!"

After seeing what happened to these people, the crowd farther behind immediately fled madly as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions, moving away from the two excited people.

In an instant, the street was in chaos.

At this moment, Fang Xun seemed to have noticed something, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly stopped chasing.

Seeing that the other party suddenly stopped chasing him, Xuan Xin was also stunned, but he immediately reacted and continued to escape without saying a word.

But suddenly, his body stopped moving and he looked up at the sky.

Under the night sky, there seemed to be a huge shadow flying through the clouds.

The next moment, a loud cry pierced through the clouds.

-

The sound came from far away and echoed in the night sky.

In the small town, the crowd that had been fleeing frantically now slowed down and looked up at the sky.

Under the night sky, a giant bird with white feathers broke out of the clouds and lay across the sky, appearing in everyone's sight.

The cry was so piercing that even warriors with lower strength could feel the eardrums pricking even from a great distance.

"Tsk, you're unlucky. I didn't expect Mu Xiangyun to come in person."

After hearing Fang Xun's words, Xuan Xin's heart couldn't help but tremble, and blood seemed to be burning all over his body.

The whole person whooshed and started to rush into a house on the street at a faster speed, as if trying to avoid the gaze of the person on the back of the bird in the sky.

Fang Xun just smiled and did not pursue, just waiting quietly.

Then, a giant bird with white feathers descended from a hundred feet in the sky and dived down rapidly.

On its back, there are two figures, both of whom are extremely beautiful.

Mu Xiangyun was dressed in a blue palace dress, with a plump and graceful figure and fluttering sleeves, showing her mature beauty.

Xue Qianrou is stunningly beautiful, with a natural charm that makes people's hearts flutter.

Below, you can see a little fire on the mountain, and the area below is brightly lit.

Each figure was as small as an ant, but extremely clear between the two of them.

The first thing Mu Xiangyun saw was Fang Xun near the collapsed mountain gate, and then she saw a bloody shadow rushing into the house on the street, and she sneered.

"If I really let you escape, I would have lived for over a hundred years in vain!"

The giant bird was getting closer to the ground, and under Mu Xiangyun's astonishing eyesight, everything in the town was clearly displayed in his eyes.

When she descended to a height of twenty feet, her face suddenly became serious, as if a goddess who was looking down at all living things from the sky had descended at this moment.

boom--

She jumped off the bird's back, and a huge wave of energy rose up in an instant.

Xuan Xin, who had just rushed into the room, felt a tremendous pressure descending on his heart, like the dullness before a storm.

It is a hundred or a thousand times more difficult than facing Fang Xun before!
On the streets of the town, some post-natal realm warriors had cold sweat on their foreheads, and some were even frightened unconscious by the terrifying aura that descended from the sky.

The crowd on the street began to flee frantically again, but some of them could not help but turn around to look out of curiosity.

When he saw this, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

boom--

A giant crystal clear palm descended from the sky, as if the moonlight condensed into an extremely cold pole, and the surrounding air waves condensed in an instant.

When this palm came down, all the lights within a radius of 100 meters went out instantly.

boom--

All the buildings within a hundred meters of Xuanxin's house were crushed into pieces of frozen pancakes covered with white frost.
Seeing this scene, Fang Xun couldn't help but mourn for Xuan Xin in his heart.

The Grandmaster’s palm strike is so terrifying!
(End of this chapter)