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Chapter 648 648. The Prestige of Nascent Soul [Part 5]

Chapter 648 648. The Prestige of Nascent Soul [Fifth Change]

"Is this really going to be a life-and-death battle?"

"That's right, Old Demon Yang has already spoken. He speaks well and will not go back on his word!"

"Once the life-and-death battle starts, no one is allowed to interfere. If you intervene, I'm afraid you will be ridiculed for the rest of your life!"

"That is to say, Old Devil Yang can only rely on himself to fight the remnants of the Blood Yemen?"

The crowd whispered.

Concubine Yuxuan was secretly angry.

If she had known that the other party was the remnant of the Xueyemen, she should have rushed up and slapped him to death regardless of Sanqi 21. How could there be so many troubles?
"Elder Yu Feixuan, don't you have to worry? Along the way just now, Master Uncle beat Yan Dongsheng!"

Seeing Yu Feixuan's worry, Lu Xie asked in a low voice.

"Maybe, Master Uncle can really beat him!"

Yu Feixuan sighed, slowly shook her head and said: "You are not a strong Nascent Soul realm, and you will never know how many cards a Nascent Soul strong man has. If you say that you have reached the Golden Core Stage, you can be regarded as having reached the stage of cultivation. Threshold. Then the Nascent Soul Stage is within this threshold..."

"That's it!"

Yu Feixuan took a deep breath, did not speak, and did not stop her.

She stood there quietly, but all the muscles in her body were tense.Once Yang Mucheng is in crisis, she will rush forward desperately.

"Could it be that Nascent Soul stage powerhouses are really so scary?"

Tian Chen also narrowed his eyes.

He found that among the 36 sect elders present, none of them had a good opinion of Yang Mucheng.In addition, even in the chaotic city, those strong Nascent Souls who had been watching the battle showed a hint of Yang Mucheng's look of seeking his own death.

……

"bring it on!"

Yang Mucheng let out a mouthful of turbid air, adjusting the blood that had boiled up because of the battle.With one hand on his back, the Xingluo Xuanye sword in his hand pointed obliquely at the ground.A pair of eyes were also fixed on Yan Dongsheng.

Yan Dongsheng lowered his eyes and stood still for three breaths.

After a while, he raised his head.

"boom!"

At this moment, his blood-colored long hair tainted by inner strength frantically raised like a ghost.A terrifying force surged out of his body, pouring madly in all directions.At this moment, the already dilapidated ground was once again crushed into terrible cracks!

even.

Under this rising momentum, the small stones seemed to be lifted up by pairs of invisible big hands!
Yang Mucheng frowned slightly.

Yan Dongsheng's momentum at this moment is actually quite different from before.He is like a sharp sword out of its sheath!

I see.

Yan Dongsheng slowly raised his head, suddenly smiled coldly at Yang Mucheng, and immediately took a step forward.

"So fast!"

At this moment, Yang Mucheng's heart trembled. He just saw a flash of blood flashing before his eyes, and Yan Dongsheng appeared in front of him in an instant.Immediately afterwards, the opponent slashed out with a sword at the same time.This sword seems to be light and flimsy, without any strength.But from Yang Mucheng's point of view, it seems to have been poured with great strength.

Almost without any hesitation, Yang Mucheng raised his sword to block again.

"clang!"

A piercing sword sound resounded.

Yang Mucheng grabbed Xingluo Xuanyejian's right hand, and there was a sudden shock, the tiger's mouth was torn open, and blood flowed down the sword.Under the bombardment of this sword, he was even more crushed by this terrifying force, and his feet were smashed into the ground.

"Old Devil Yang, do you think Nascent Soul Strong is just a title?"

"If it is said! Jindan stage fighters can achieve it with talent and hard work. Then Nascent Soul strong, but talent can't make up for it."

"Without a great chance, even if you are a peerless genius in this life, you will not be able to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage!"

"You are not a strong Nascent Soul, you will never experience what a strong Nascent Soul has experienced!"

Yan Dongsheng's face was cold, and he took a step closer without saying a word.In just four sentences, 120 five characters, he has already swung 120 five swords.Every sword of his is the same as before, it seems to be silent, but it is filled with the terrifying and terrifying explosive power.

Yang Mucheng dared not speak.

He could only grit his teeth for support, and every time he took a sword, he could feel his whole body skeleton groaning.Even, he had to use all his strength for every sword attack of the opponent.

"I was originally unable to break through in this life, unable to reach the Nascent Soul stage. Thanks to your Wandao Sword Sect's slaughter of Xueyemen, I got a great opportunity to produce a Nascent Soul."

Yan Dongsheng said.

Taking another step forward, he slowly slapped it with his palm.

This time.

It was no longer the blood-red palm print as before, but a pair of fleshy palms came straight.Bloody's inner strength poured into his palm, making his right hand even more dazzling and terrifying, and when he swung it slowly, there was a sound of turbulent waves.

"Shock finger!"

Yang Mucheng didn't dare to be negligent, whether it was internal strength or blood in his body, they were all transferred to the extreme at this moment.All of this is just for him to point out this finger——Shocking Finger!

Huang Liang's dream, one finger frightens the mind.

This finger, which hit Yan Dongsheng's fleshy palm, was not as powerful as a comet falling or a meteorite falling from the sky as everyone imagined.On the contrary, when this pointing out, no matter the extremely violent internal energy or the surging aura on the battlefield, they all disappeared under this pointing.

A wave clearly visible to the naked eye spread out.

Spreading along the ripples, everything within a radius of hundreds of feet, whether it is a building rockery or a flower bed stone platform, seems to be torn, and it is directly covered with a large number of cracks.Before everyone came back to their senses, the entire area of ​​hundreds of feet turned into dust.

"It's actually the Finger of Shocking God!" The elder of the Qiankun Immortal Sect closed his eyes. "To be able to learn a low-grade earth-level martial art in the Golden Core Stage, this master-uncle of the Myriad Dao Sword Sect is really extraordinary."

"That's right!"

Not far away, the elders of the Hunyuan Vajra Sect also nodded in the same way. "The requirements for earth-level martial arts are too high, and the requirements for blood, cultivation, and internal strength are extremely high. Even if you are only a little short, you will not be able to learn it, let alone display it!"

Take this astonishing finger as an example.

He integrates 24 kinds of changes, containing the avenues of the four seasons of the world.This finger is from yang to yin, from rigid to soft.Without comprehension, there is no comprehension at all.And to use this finger, the qi, blood and internal strength required are equally huge. If your cultivation base is not high, even if you understand this move, use it forcibly.It is also possible to be drained alive by this shocking finger, and die of exhaustion!

"However, he only knows how to startle with one move, and he is far from being the opponent of Yan Dongsheng!"

Someone in the crowd sighed.

But see.

Yan Dongsheng's body swayed slightly after receiving the shocking finger, and his face suddenly became flushed.But in an instant, it returned to its original state.But Yang Mucheng, because of this finger, consumed too much, and his complexion lost three points of blood in a blink of an eye.

"I see how many times you can throw out your shock finger!"

Yan Dongsheng sneered, and slapped him again.

this moment.

Yang Mucheng is in danger!
(End of this chapter)

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