: Repeatedly hit the target to eliminate hidden dangers

Everyone in heaven and on earth was dumbfounded.

Everyone stared at Yang Ming in disbelief, as if they suddenly didn't recognize him.

"You just broke through to the Concentration Realm, can you be so powerful?"

Mr. Zhao couldn't help but show his doubts about life.

The other demon sect members were even more stunned. For a moment, they stopped and stopped attacking.

In their hearts, the two elders are simply undefeated myths. Over the years, how have they ever suffered a loss in their battles for the Holy Religion?

But this kid actually confronted each other and seriously injured two people?

Is this, is this still a human being?

In fact, let alone them, even Yang Ming himself is a little surprised now.

If he had just broken through and entered the Concentration Realm, he wouldn't be so powerful. He might still win, but it would definitely not be so clean and tidy.

In addition to his strong foundation, pure Qi, and the hundred-year inner strength of the Xiaoyao Sect, there is actually another reason, which is that he has been quenched by Long Yuan and completely reborn.

Long Yuan is really too powerful. Just some scraps can already make the originally evil self take a big step forward and achieve a qualitative leap.

Yang Ming sighed in his heart, but there was no wave on his face, just a bit of contempt in his eyes.

As soon as Tong Baixiong hit the ground, Holy Child was already in front of him!

He was trying to avoid the sword light, so his attack was slightly delayed.

As soon as a sphere-shaped area approached Yang Ming, the surrounding air began to condense.

In the blink of an eye, a little bit of frost began to drift up.

White crystals began to appear on the leaves of the trees at Yang Ming's feet.

But only for a moment, Yang Ming's true energy enveloped the trees, and the branches that were originally withered immediately became stiff again.

The frost on top also dissipated instantly without a trace.

Yang Ming really felt how cold the holy boy was.

It is different from ordinary cold energy. Even Zuo Lengchan's ice energy has been seen by himself, and Saint Child is obviously more powerful than it.

This is different from the first time the two met and started fighting.

At that time, what the Holy Child was good at was still a bloody air flow, but now the martial arts methods have changed.

But Yang Ming did not dodge or evade.

He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the Holy Child.

"If you dare to play with the cold air in front of me, break it for me!"

Yang Ming's deep voice came.

At this time, the two of them had almost collided with each other, and the Holy Child used all his strength to activate his cold field.

But suddenly, he was keenly aware that Yang Ming's fingertips actually spurted out a more powerful and purer cold air.

It's completely different from my own nature, but its power is more than superior!

The holy boy was shocked.

He knew before that Yang Ming's coldness was the reason why the two became enemies.

But in Shengtong's impression, Yang Ming's initial coldness was not so severe.

Why has so much progress been made in such a short period of time?

This kid has advanced so rapidly in cultivation, why can his skills also undergo qualitative changes?

Yang Ming's coldness brought an instinctive sense of oppression to the Holy Child, which was a kind of powerlessness in facing a higher level.

Now Yang Ming's Ice Silkworm Qi has not only been completely refined, but has also made a qualitative leap. It has absorbed a large amount of cold poison and other toxins and transformed them into its own nutrients. Its power is naturally different from what it was at the beginning.

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Two strands of cold air intertwined in the air, and the spherical field formed around the Holy Child began to be squeezed and deformed like a bubble, and then burst.

The cold air emanating from it encountered Yang Ming's Ice Silkworm Qi and was swallowed directly.

Shengtong felt his true energy gushing out like a tide, and was even more frightened.

The faster his own energy dissipates, the faster Yang Ming absorbs it, as if opening a hole for the Holy Child.

"Die!"

The bodies of the two people were almost overlapping, and the Holy Child also took the risk, ignoring his own infuriating energy like a tide, and directly attacked with both hands at the same time.

It can be seen that the holy boy's fists were opened left and right, and a silver-white vortex condensed on the surface of each fist in just the short distance of the punch.

It was like pushing two balls towards Yang Ming.

At such a close distance, Yang Ming himself didn't even bother to draw his sword.

His hands also flashed to resist the opponent's punch.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

But the distinction between high and low can clearly be seen.

Yang Ming caught the opponent's punch with an understatement, and there wasn't even much other expression on his face.

But the Holy Child was already gritting his teeth, and it was obvious that he had used all his strength.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take a step forward. The two vortex light balls condensed on his fist were the unique skills inherited by the Snow Palm God and Demon Yu Bin.

But the holy boy tried his best and couldn't even break through the defense!

Holy boy, his mentality is broken.

"Is that all?"

Yang Ming said coldly while driving the Ice Silkworm Qi and frantically devouring the cold air emitted by it.

The opponent's attack was indeed powerful, but it was restrained by his own Ice Silkworm Qi of the same attribute.

The holy boy raised his eyelids unwillingly.

However, Yang Ming kicked him up and kicked him out.

The masters exchanged blows, and there was such a simple front and fierce kick, it seemed like a street fight.

Yang Ming actually wanted to continue absorbing the opponent's cold energy, but Shangguan Yun had already rushed forward despite his injuries.

The Holy Child received a solid kick, and his whole body flew backwards like a cannonball.

Just as Shangguan Yun was flying halfway, he looked up and saw such a big figure rushing over.

Shangguan Yun was injured, and his speed was much slower. He was hit hard by the holy boy, and the two of them were piled on top of each other and nailed to the ground.

On the other side, Tong Baixiong was spitting blood and had just stood up from the pit a few feet deep.

He received three superimposed palms and was seriously injured. Thanks to his physical strength, which was much higher than that of ordinary people in the same realm.

But Tong Baixiong just raised his head and saw clearly the current battle situation.

Yang Ming sensed his movement and struck out with a palm without looking back.

It’s a proud dragon with regrets again!

Tong Baixiong's pupils tightened, and his body that had just managed to stand up was knocked down by a palm again.

Thick dust rose up in the pit, clods of earth were scattered in all directions, and the palm pit was once again pressed down to a depth of more than a foot.

Tong Baixiong's whole body was deeply embedded in the ground.

Yang Ming's figure suddenly pulled out a long line in the air.

This is an afterimage that goes too fast.

Shengtong and Shangguan Yun struggled to get up from the ground at this moment, but were knocked down again by Yang Ming's punches and kicks.

Shangguan Yun didn't even have time to release his own cloud, and passed out directly.

The holy boy was stepped on the chest by Yang Ming.

"You, what are you going to do?"

At this moment, the Holy Child had lost all his dignity. He was like a tortoise turned upside down, trying desperately to slide his arms and legs, but he just couldn't stand up.

The calmness and arrogance on his face were completely gone, replaced by fear.

Once again, the Holy Child felt that he was so close to death.

However, both experiences were brought to him by Yang Ming.

The holy boy blushed and shouted at Yang Ming.

"You, what are you going to do!"
To be continued...