Mortal Bones

"Bang!"

While raising the blood and qi of the dragon whale's body to the Tenglong realm, Xu Taiping took a step forward with force. The force under his feet made the Golden Scale Platform tremble suddenly, so that the runes protecting the Golden Scale Platform emerged.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Then, amid the sound of friction between joints and muscles, Xu Taiping exhaled a long breath and set up the boxing stance of the Great Sage Fist.

Under the burning of blood and qi, the blood on Xu Taiping's body turned into blood mist, rising in wisps.

From a distance, his figure was like a pillar of fire, standing at one end of the Golden Scale Platform.

And just by setting up a boxing stance, the people in the surrounding stands clearly felt that the power of the world of the entire Golden Scale Pond began to converge into Xu Taiping's fist.

This process only took one or two breaths.

When everyone was surprised at the changes in Xu Taiping, Xu Taiping, who had originally immersed his mind in the fist, suddenly opened the lotus pupil of his left eye.

"Boom!"

The breath that was originally covered by the lotus pupils suddenly erupted like a volcano, sweeping across the entire Golden Scale Pond.

"Ye Feiyu, do you dare to compete with me?"

Just when everyone was filled with fear, Xu Taiping's voice suddenly exploded on the Golden Scale Platform like the sound of thunder.

This sound made many warriors present react all at once.

For example, Zhang Moyan who was sitting next to Lu Rushuang.

"I didn't expect to see a battle of martial arts at the Golden Scale Meeting. My uncle's vision is indeed correct."

Zhang Moyan sat on the chair, leaning forward slightly, staring at Xu Taiping on the Golden Scale Platform without blinking.

Lu Rushuang also reacted a long time ago, but until this moment she found it hard to believe that their Qingxuan Sect would actually produce such a pure warrior.

"How dare you compete with me!"

At this time, Ye Feiyu's voice with a hint of madness also exploded on the Golden Scale Platform.

As early as when Xu Taiping was setting up his fists, Ye Feiyu had already felt the extreme intention of Xu Taiping, which was similar to his own, and instinctively had a desire to defeat him.

"Swish!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Feiyu, whose sword power had not dissipated, suddenly pulled out a long sword from his waist.

The moment the long sword was unsheathed, his body hanging upside down in the air suddenly stepped on the air with both feet.

"Boom!"

Instantly, with the roar of the gas explosion, Ye Feiyu, holding two swords, opened his eyes wide, with a twisted smile on his face, carrying the sword energy like a tornado, and slashed straight from the air to Xu Taiping below.

And Xu Taiping's body, at the same time as Ye Feiyu's two swords fell, suddenly pulled open his arms, gathered all the power accumulated in every bone and every muscle in this physical soul into his fist, and punched towards the sword shadows in the sky.

When this punch was thrown, the fist force, fist intention and fist aura gathered in his fist suddenly manifested into a huge fist shadow, and along with his fist, it blasted towards the sword shadows in the sky.

"Bang!——"

The sword shadow and fist shadow collided, and the huge collision sound made many cultivators' scalps numb, and the agitated air waves turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards the surrounding stands.

Barriers formed by green halos rose in front of the surrounding stands one after another.

The cultivators had no idea that this was only the fourth round of the competition, and the aftermath of the fight had already activated the formation protection of the Golden Scale Pool.

"Bang!"

What everyone didn't expect was that the sword shadow formed by Ye Feiyu's two swords was actually blasted away by Xu Taiping's punch.

After the sword force was broken, Xu Taiping's fist was no longer blocked and hit Ye Feiyu's incorruptible body heavily.

The huge force of the Jijing Baxia style, combined with the technique of Qian Chongjin, even this unbreakable body was torn apart and blood mist exploded under Xu Taiping's punch.

In the battle of martial arts ultimate, Xu Taiping won back a city.

After seeing Xu Taiping's punch, the martial god Zhu Huai in the stands, who was already very serious, became even more solemn.

"In this battle, no matter who wins, it will be the biggest obstacle for you, the third prince, to win the championship this time."

Zhu Huai's hand slapped the railing of the stands.

"Master, is the ultimate martial arts, the improvement of practitioners, a little exaggerated?"

The third prince was a little puzzled.

In his opinion, even if the two people in front of him comprehended the ultimate martial arts, the improvement they could make was very limited.

"When these two people are completely determined, you won't say that."

Zhu Huai shook his head with a solemn expression.

"Bang!..."

While the two were talking, Xu Taiping, who had clearly broken Ye Feiyu's sword with one punch, suddenly had a spell pattern composed of ant-sized runes on his body, and then a blood mist exploded around his body, and his body was also torn apart.

"Two injured spell bodies."

After seeing this scene, the third prince frowned, and then said with a serious expression:

"In my opinion, compared with the ultimate martial arts, Ye Feiyu's spell body and sealed ghost blood are more worthy of attention."

Zhu Huai did not argue with the third prince, but raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said:

"Just watch, a warrior who is qualified to compete for the ultimate martial arts will not fall in front of a mere spell body."

As if to confirm what he had just said, the pain caused by the two injured spell bodies to Xu Taiping only made him stagger for a moment, and he immediately raised his fist and blasted at Ye Feiyu again.

"Zheng!..."

Ye Feiyu's expression at this moment had become twisted and crazy. With a series of crazy roars, he let the two swords in his hands carry the violent sword shadows formed by the sword force, sword energy, and sword intent, and slashed at Xu Taiping one sword after another.

"Boom!..."

From the high platform, Xu Taiping was facing a storm of sword blades.

Many cultivators felt terrified after seeing this scene.

The killing power of sword cultivators is amazing in itself. At this moment, Ye Feiyu's swordsmanship has been exerted to the extreme, and the killing power of sword cultivators has been exerted to the extreme.

Some cultivators tried to put themselves in Xu Taiping's position to deduce, but they only persisted for a few breaths and gave up the deduction with sweat on their foreheads.

If they were to evaluate Ye Feiyu at this moment, he should be a tireless killing puppet.

"Boom!"

Just when all the monks thought that Ye Feiyu's storm transformed by the sword blade was about to crush Xu Taiping with overwhelming force, a fist shadow filled with extreme aura hit the storm transformed by the sword blade heavily.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Following that, the second fist shadow, the third fist shadow, and the fourth fist shadow, one fist after another, alternately hit the storm transformed by the sword energy.