Comprehensive martial arts: At the beginning of Juxian Village, the crowd will become stronger

Chapter 95 The strongest opponent, the hidden danger of extinction
In fact, to be honest, after Qiao Feng fought Luo Gan before, the belligerent factor in his heart had been aroused, and the fight was not enjoyable.

That's why Qiao Feng was vaguely looking forward to meeting the two Demon Cult powerhouses.

But this is also thinking about it, Qiao Feng is a fighting style, but intellectually knows what to do now.

As for Mu Gaofeng, Qiao Feng had already restrained him and threw him aside.

In Qiao Feng's hands, Qiao Feng didn't have the slightest bit of dignity or strength to resist this majestic Saibei Ming camel.

The vortex formed by the earth and rocks rolled up by the holy boy has become bigger and bigger, and it is mixed with a bright red true energy, which has completely swallowed Yang Ming's figure.

Qiao Feng was ready to rescue him at any time.

In fact, he was also curious in his heart, wanting to find out what the true strength of Young Brother Yang was.

At least even Qiao Feng felt that Yang Ming was becoming more and more mysterious after he tried many times along the way. The things hidden in him, even many of his martial arts methods, were very strange.

Especially when Yang Ming raised his palm, Qiao Feng had a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't put it into words.

Moreover, Yang Ming's entry speed was too fast. For this point, Qiao Feng was not too surprised after seeing the other peculiarities of the other party.

The next moment, Qiao Feng's worries eased immediately.

The dense sword light and phantom roared out directly from the center of the vortex, and in just the blink of an eye, the blood-colored vortex barrier condensed by the saint boy had already been pierced and riddled with holes.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ming's figure broke out from inside.

There were only attacks around, but there was no trace of the Holy Child.

But Yang Ming didn't panic, he looked for a position, and swung his knife to chop.

As the saber energy fell to the ground, the ground burst open, and a short figure was ejected the moment Yang Ming's saber shadow fell.

It is the Holy Child.

Although he used an escape technique that Yang Ming had never seen before, with Yang Ming's current strength, he could still sense the opponent's true position.

If it were an ordinary martial artist of the same level, he might only be beaten. Even if he could deal with the attack of the holy boy, he couldn't even find the enemy's location.

Yang Ming's figure disappeared, and Shengtong retreated all the way.

In the process of chasing them, the two had already fought dozens of moves at the speed of light.

Shengtong retreated into a bush, and Yang Ming's knife shadow followed him immediately.

But in a short while, Yang Ming clearly felt that his blade became slow and stagnant again.

This is different from before.

It was the holy boy's bloody aura just now that seemed to have a dirty effect on the weapon.

But now it's not a principle, Yang Ming only felt an extremely cold air coming from the knife.

chill?

Yang Ming himself has the true energy of the ice silkworm, so of course he is very sensitive to these.

Yang Ming immediately judged that the other party's chill was not of the same type as his own.

The ice silkworm zhenqi is known as the most poisonous and cold, and it is more pure and domineering.

And the other party's cold air is obviously closer to mixed and evil.

With just this flash of thought, a thin layer of frost had formed on Yang Ming's Sky Candle Knife.

Yang Ming's wrist trembled slightly, and the frost on the knife was immediately shaken away.

At the same time, he struck out with a palm, and the ice silkworm's true energy roared out.

Now Yang Ming has refined the true energy of the ice silkworm to a great extent, and his controllability has been greatly improved.

This palm went out, and even contained the palm power of Subduing Dragon Palm.

Even the fierce subduing dragon palm drives the true energy of the ice silkworm, which has a miraculous effect on the contrary.

The cold air released by the holy boy was immediately covered by Yang Ming's ice silkworm true energy.

And the holy boy's own figure also flashed in a hurry, and disappeared into a forest.

"What a brilliant escape technique!"

Even Qiao Feng, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but praise him.

It is said that he has been famous for decades, but he has never seen such a way.

But Yang Ming didn't care about it, and he didn't go into the real location of the holy boy.

During the period of fighting, Yang Ming has already touched a little bit of rules.

Attack directly.

A horizontal cold light flashed across, and all the dense trees in front of him were cut off by the middle.

The holy boy got out of one of the trees again in embarrassment.

After fighting one after another, Shengtong has already started to get a little impatient.

He regrets it now, and should not have rushed to chase him before.

Who would have expected that behind Yang Ming, there would be a strong man in the concentration state?
Since he has such a big thigh, why didn't he directly attack Liu Zhengfeng's mansion, but let Yang Ming fight all the way out, creating a scene of escape?
I was deceived, and I really thought that there was only one person in the other party.

If Shengtong knew that the arrangement of their Demon Cult was disrupted, and that Luo Gan died at the hands of the other party, his expression would be even more exciting.

But Sheng Tong didn't panic, others didn't know, but he could perceive the positions of the two elders of the Demon Sect, Tong Baixiong and Shangguan Yun through special secret techniques.

That's why Shengtong knew about Luo Gan's death in the first place, and notified Tong Baixiong and the other two.

If Qiao Feng didn't make any moves, all Shengtong had to do was to stall for time.

When the two elders Tong Baixiong arrived, he was safe.

Those who are strong in the concentration state, with one against two, don't believe that they can't beat the opponent.

However, Yang Ming wouldn't give him this chance, and now he's being aggressively pressed, so he won't be given a moment to breathe.

He is a dignified child of the Demon Sect, but he was forced into a mess by Yang Ming!

I thought I could delay time by relying on my superb body skills and escapism, but was repeatedly interrupted by Yang Ming.

The holy boy's teeth itch.

But this kid is so evil, how could he have such a strong combat power?
Shengtong tried to distance himself again and again, but those who were driven away by Yang Ming could only keep circling nearby.

Now Yang Ming came with a temper.

Originally, I didn't want to get involved with the Devil's Cult and the Five Sacred Sword Sect at all, and wanted to leave as soon as I broke out.

But being targeted by trouble for no reason, Yang Ming also held back a wave of evil fire, and struck mercilessly.

With the backing of Qiao Feng, he was invincible and could attack at will.

Shengtong had no choice but to release the cold air again to delay Yang Ming's pursuit speed.

But after the first trial, Yang Ming probably knew how powerful the opponent's cold air was.

Immediately shot again.

A miraculous scene appeared, the holy boy released the cold air, and the surrounding ground and vegetation were instantly engulfed in white and covered with a thin layer of frost.

Even the rime-like crystals appeared on the branches of the nearby trees.

The cold air is the holy boy's trump card.

This ferocious cold air was not obtained from his cultivation, but a part he inherited from his predecessor, Yu Bin, one of the top ten elders of the Demon Sect in the previous generation.

In the face of ordinary Qi-gathering environment, as long as it is used to build a small area of ​​cold air, the enemy will be restricted in their movements, slow down and struggle in this area.

But now for Yang Ming, this effect only appeared for a moment.

The cold air just spread out, and then there was a pause, and then it began to shrink at an extremely fast speed!
The vegetation that had just been frosted immediately lost a layer of frost on the surface and returned to its original color, leaving only some frostbite marks.

This is--

The holy boy widened his eyes.

The cold air released by myself was swallowed up by the other party's cold air!
How can this be?

Shengtong couldn't believe what he saw.

The other party's chill is not only more powerful and of a higher level, but also seems to be more spiritual.

In a short period of time, the coldness of the holy boy was greatly reduced, and it was swallowed up by the other party. It became the nourishment of Yang Ming's ice silkworm's true energy, and even had a tendency to continue to expand.

Shengtong was taken aback, and hastily stopped his true energy output.

What he is best at is blood energy and cold energy. Now the two attack methods seem to be ineffective against Yang Ming, and Shengtong is even more panicked.

"Brother Yang Xian, quick battle and quick decision, late will change!"

In mid-air, Qiao Feng's voice came.

He faintly sensed two powerful auras approaching rapidly.

Yang Ming didn't answer, he knew what he knew.

Shengtong seemed to have not recovered from his surprise.

Yang Ming turned into an afterimage and quickly approached.

not good!

Shengtong screamed in his heart, knowing that he underestimated the enemy today.

He sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist, coupled with a large amount of blood-colored true energy that he mobilized, it looked even more evil.

In an instant, the blood mist tended to condense on the body surface.

Seeing the change in the color of the opponent's skin, Yang Ming guessed what kind of secret technique it might be.

Yang Ming approached fast enough, Shengtong left even faster, his body suddenly turned into a line, and shot out.

But before Shengtong escaped a foot away, a half-broken tree in front of him hit him directly.

Shengtong had just escaped, but found that the scenery around him was moving in the opposite direction.

When the holy boy turned his head, he realized that Yang Ming stretched out his hand into a claw, which almost froze the air around Zhang Xu, and then pulled him closer.

The holy boy simply turned around, and the blood-colored true energy changed in the air, turning into many sharp cones, flying around him, and then heading towards Yang Ming.

He couldn't escape, so he was going to fight to the death.

Qiao Feng stood in mid-air at this moment, looking at everything below, frowning slightly.

I saw the true qi rolled up by the two collide with each other, and even scraped a deep hole in the nearby ground.

There was a roar of collision inside, and the intensity of the battle could be imagined.

The next moment, Shengtong's body flew upside down, with many wounds pierced by the saber air and wind blades.

Blood was scattered everywhere, and for a while, he couldn't tell which was blood and which was true energy.

Hitting the ground heavily, the short body of the Holy Child rebounded directly, and after a certain distance, it landed again.

Yang Ming followed closely behind.

It's just that Yang Ming now has a wound on his arm.

It didn't take long for all of this to happen, but it was the first opponent who could fight Yang Ming to such an extent in a flash.

Compared with the embarrassing Shengtong, Yang Ming's current injury is nothing worth mentioning.

He jumped up, and after the holy boy fell to the ground with serious injuries, there was no gap, and dense wind blades flew out from Yang Ming's side, shooting straight towards the opponent.

In the next second, more and more wind blades pierced through Shengtong's body, leaving him riddled with holes.

This man must be dead.

Seeing this, Qiao Feng heaved a sigh of relief, but seeing Yang Ming's eyes, he was even more appreciative.

Qiao Feng just had his back and didn't make a move. He really wanted to test Yang Ming's strength.

But at least now it seems that what Yang Ming showed far exceeded his expectations.

If this Yang Ming breaks through to the state of concentration one day, Qiao Feng dare not imagine.

Judging from the increase in strength he has shown now, if he reaches the state of concentration, it will be very powerful!
It is already the highest honor to receive such an evaluation from Qiao Feng.

But Yang Ming didn't seem to be at ease, the swords and wind blades appeared again around him, there were hundreds of them densely packed, and once again roared towards the body of the holy boy.

This is his habit, making up the knife is to be thorough, and there should be no accidents.

The wind blade pierced through the opponent again, but Yang Ming keenly noticed that something was different.

If it was a human body of flesh and blood, the wind blade that his current qi condensed would almost be no different from paper when cut.

But after Yang Ming shot, he realized that when the wind blade pierced through the opponent's head, some of them were bounced off.

Yang Ming stepped forward and split Shengtong's head with a knife.

Surprisingly, a bead flew out.

Yang Ming grasped it with true energy from the air, and looked at it carefully.

I can't understand what it is, but there are many lines on the surface, half red and half blue, and the wind blade hit it without leaving any traces.

Certainly not your average stuff.

Is the cultivation method of the Demon Cult so evil?
With a sigh of emotion, Yang Ming put the beads away with his backhand.

As soon as he finished, Qiao Feng landed beside him.

In his hand he was still carrying Mu Gaofeng brought by the Dragon Capture Kung Fu.

Mu Gaofeng was already dumbfounded when he saw that Shengtong was dead.

He never dreamed that when he searched diligently for the Holy Child, he bumped into a strong man in the concentration state.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't come if I killed him!
Didn't Mu Gaofeng work so hard to join the Devil's Cult in order to have a place in the Devil's Cult, and then use the size of the Devil's Cult to collect resources to help him go further and prolong his life?
So Mu Gaofeng is more afraid of death than others.

He was still thinking wildly, Qiao Feng had relieved his anger, and then asked a few questions.

Mu Gaofeng immediately answered truthfully.

He had nothing to hide either.

To be completely frank, the reason why the holy boy came after Yang Ming was because of the coldness on Yang Ming's body. This thing is very important to the Sun Moon God Sect.

But Mu Gaofeng doesn't know what is important.

And the reason why they were able to chase them all the way was because Shengtong had a special method, within a certain distance, he could sense the traces of the cold air emitted by Yang Ming every time he made a move.

Of course, this may be because the Holy Child himself is also suffering from the cold, and is more sensitive. If the distance is too far, there is no way to sense it.

Qiao Feng asked several times in succession to make sure that there was nothing wrong with what Mu Gaofeng said, and everything was correct.

Looking back at Yang Ming.

"My dear brother, how do you deal with it..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ming had already dealt with Mu Gaofeng.

It's not that Yang Ming has never experienced killing a master of this level, and he is very decisive.

Qiao Feng paused and didn't say much.

As the leader of the beggar gang back then, Qiao Feng saw a lot of beatings and killings, but he respected his status and he would not be as murderous as Yang Ming.

After solving Mu Gaofeng, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Yang Ming also straightened out a lot in his heart.

He was targeted by the Holy Child before, but now that the Holy Child has been dealt with, this hidden danger has finally been eliminated.

But Qiao Feng next to him moved slightly and said.

"There are two concentrating realms coming over."

(End of this chapter)