Excellent Spiritualist

Chapter 532

However, the two brothers and sisters felt a deep sense of powerlessness in the face of the saint's corpse.

The corpse of the saint slowly raised his arm, and there was a dazzling red light flashing in the palm of his hand.He slowly put his palm close to Yue Zhangqing's forehead...

Yue Changqing gritted his teeth tightly, dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, there was no fear in his eyes, but he looked extremely painful.

Cui Changfeng waved the broken sword in his hand, and the fierce sword energy fell on the corpse of the saint, leaving only white sword marks.

The corpse of the saint looked at him and said with a sneer: "My body has been tempered and tempered, and it has long been invulnerable to swords, guns, water and fire. How can your mere sword intent hurt me."

"Feng Tianming, don't you take me too seriously?"

At this time, Su Ming's voice sounded.

As soon as the saint's corpse waved his hand, the berserk aura immediately formed a horse and lashed towards Su Ming.

Su Ming raised his hand, grabbed Pi Lian directly in his hand, and squeezed it violently to shatter it.

The eyes of the saint's corpse were solemn, not daring to take it lightly.

He doubted Su Ming's words, but with his current state, he didn't dare to gamble.

If the bet is lost, everything will be gone, and he will truly disappear from this world.

Yue Changqing and Cui Changfeng looked at Su Ming for help, but Su Ming ignored them.

They deserved to be where they are.

There is nothing wrong with being proud, but it also happens when you score.

If Su Ming really had plans for Dao Fruit, he would have done it long ago, and would he wait until this time?
Cui Changfeng and Yue Changqing began to regret it.

Su Ming jumped down, passing through the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and landed two or three meters behind the saint's corpse.

The corpse of the saint withdrew his hand, and said in a deep voice: "The two of them don't believe you very much, it's better to let the saint take them in."

"You think so beautifully."

Su Ming sneered.

The saint's corpse frowned, "Do you really want to fight this saint?"

"Why not?"

Su Ming shrugged his shoulders, "Holy One, you are not talking about someone like you. Don't tarnish the word Holy One."

The corpse of the holy man lowered his head and sneered. The next moment, he turned around abruptly and came to kill Su Ming.

boom!
Su Ming raised his hand and slapped him, the violent aura drove back the storm, thunder and lightning in the main hall.

Su Ming stood still, but the saint's corpse took a few steps back.

There was horror in his eyes, "You..."

"Aren't you surprised?"

Su Ming jokingly said: "I said, you are not my opponent. If you were in your prime, maybe I would still be afraid of you, but now... I can only give you two words."

"You are a joke in my eyes, a big joke."

The saint was so angry that his body trembled.

Su Ming stomped on the ground and rushed towards him, grabbing his heart.

The sage turned pale with fright and retreated hastily.

"Want to escape?"

With a wave of Su Ming's hand, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the main hall obeyed his command and blocked the saint's retreat.

Su Ming took a step forward, came directly behind the saint, raised his hand and clapped it.

The saint turned and crossed his arms to resist.

Click.

His body was extremely fragile in Su Ming's hands, and he collapsed directly.

"Your tempered body is not good enough."

Su Ming sneered.

The saint's heart was burning with anger, and his anger was unstoppable.

Su Ming raised his hand and gave another slap, but he didn't dare to block it, and ran away in panic.

"Heaven-binding technique!"

Su Ming's mind moved, and a ray of brilliance appeared strangely and enveloped the body of the saint, making him unable to move.

So strong!

Cui Changfeng and Yue Changqing looked at each other in blank dismay.

They are not saints who can defeat the enemy with one move at all, and they have absolutely no power to fight back in Su Ming's hands.

The saint roared to the sky, but it had no effect.

"Are you calling the Guardian Beast to help? Don't waste your efforts, he can't get in."

"Is it your hands and feet?"

The saint asked coldly.

Su Ming smiled noncommittally.

The saint yelled frantically, wanting to get rid of the shackles of the Heaven Binding Technique.

Su Ming said lightly: "Don't waste your energy, it is impossible to get rid of the Heaven Binding Art in your current state."

The sage gave up struggling, and stared at Su Ming, "Are you really going to fight this sage to the death?"

"Fight to the death?"

Su Ming looked at him in astonishment, "Does yours have this ability now?"

"Before I absorbed the blood of dozens of people, do you really think I have no hole cards?"

The saint roared angrily, he couldn't hide it anymore, and the blood in his body was aroused.The shriveled body continued to swell, and soon regained its elasticity...

A few minutes later, his body completely regained its vitality, and within a short period of time, his strength seemed to have reached its peak again.

"Stinky boy, in Ben Sheng's eyes, you are just a rotten fish and rotten shrimp."

He was arrogant and said to Su Ming domineeringly.

"break!"

The next moment, he thrust his arms violently, and the Heaven Binding Technique was instantly broken.

Su Ming murmured in a low voice, "It really looks a little tricky."

The saint stepped out step by step, and the berserk breath rippled out like waves one after another.

Cui Changfeng and Yue Changqing were tortured enough.

Su Ming's feet moved, his figure was erratic, and the saint couldn't keep up with his speed for a while.

"Sword come!"

The saint was suspended in the main hall, surrounded by wind, rain, thunder and lightning, making him look extremely domineering.He raised his arm and let out a long whistle...

Endless sword energy gathered from all directions, and the swords of all sword repairers were trembling.

The broken sword in Cui Changfeng's hand could not be controlled, and flew out of his hand.

With a wave of his hand, the saint severed the connection between Cui Changfeng and the broken sword. He held the broken sword, and the bright sword energy immediately completed the remaining part.

Not long after, a long sword with a cold light appeared in his hand.

There was a domineering sword spirit in every gesture of his hands, and he locked Su Ming with his eyebrows lowered, "I was a sword cultivator who was unique in the world before I was alive, and was honored as a sword master by the world. Why do you, a young boy, fight with this saint?" ?”

"Juggernaut?"

Su Ming laughed and said, "You are really cheap."

"Bold!"

The saint was furious, "If you insult the saint, you should be beheaded!"

"I want to see how capable you are as a sword master."

When Su Ming spoke, he intentionally increased the word "sword" by two points.The saint swung his sword down, and the endless sword energy turned into thousands of sharp little swords that roared towards Su Ming.

Su Ming stepped hard on the ground, and his spiritual power quickly gathered in front of him.

Thousands of small swords fell on it and jingled.

With a wave of his hand, Su Ming fiercely rolled up his little sword and turned into a long dragon to counterattack.The saint slashed down with his sword, splitting the dragon into two.

He made another sword strike, which seemed to come from the void.

Su Ming stood up straight from the ground, forming seals with his hands...

Boom!

The two erupted instantly when they collided, and the violent momentum swept across the entire main hall like a destructive force.

Brother Cui Changfeng was the most injured.

They can't get out, and they can't carry it.

Su Ming waved his two fingers together, and the same domineering sword energy swept away the pilgrim.

"You say you are a sword master, so today, I will defeat you in the way you are best at."

"Ha ha……"

Su Ming's words made the saint laugh wildly like a big joke.

"This saint has comprehended the ultimate sword intent before he was alive. A sword can shatter mountains and rivers, and rivers. What qualifications do you have to say such words?"

"Sword intent?"

Su Ming narrowed his eyes and said to himself: "As long as I want to understand, I can understand it anytime."

Chi Chi!

Su Ming's mind moved, and his sharp breath wandered in the main hall.Leaving traces on the stone wall on the ground...

At this moment, Su Ming's whole body turned into a sharp sword that could split the sky, exuding incomparable power.

The saint was shocked.

"Sacred in one thought?!"

Su Ming raised his head slightly, and with his movements, the sword power in the main hall became more and more boiling.

The saint couldn't believe it, the shock that Su Ming gave him couldn't be added.

Become a saint at one thought?
He panicked from the bottom of his heart, and roared hysterically, "What is the origin of this brat? He can do this!"

At this moment, Su Ming's aura was stronger than that of a saint.

The extremely bright brilliance erupted from his body, making him more dazzling than the scorching sun...

No one dared to look directly at him.

"How much advantage do you have now?"

Su Ming looked down on the saint from a high position.

The saint took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "You are indeed unexpected, but you can know who wins and who loses. Don't be too happy."

"Break the Underworld with one sword!"

The saint swung his sword vigorously, and the sword energy cut through the entire main hall, dividing the main hall into two.

The resulting sword marks are lingering with strong sword energy, touching them will kill you.

But the sword of the saint didn't hurt Su Ming at all, Su Ming dodged it perfectly.

Su Ming waved his sword finger, and the sword energy in the main hall condensed into shape, and he commanded, "Take my sword and try."

"Do you think I dare not?"

The saint yelled.

Terrified!
The sword energy is like light, flashing past.

(End of this chapter)