"So what if you have comprehended sword essence? A mere First Sky of the Postnatal Realm could not overturn the heavens!”
He Biweng gritted his teeth and suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. The Genuine Qi in his hand surged even more as he attacked Song Qingshu.
The nine heavens of the Houtian realm, one step at a time. The difference between each minor realm was quite obvious.
After all, Crane Brush Weng was ahead of Song Qingshu by five heavens. At this moment, he suppressed the shock in his heart and attacked with all his strength, which made Song Qingshu feel quite pressured.
If not for the fact that Song Qingshu possessed the Sky-Devouring Demon Technique and the purity of the zhenqi in his body was peerless, he would have suffered a great loss.
Of course, there were no ifs in this world.
The truth was that by relying on the powerful Sky-Devouring Demon Technique, Song Qingshu not only made up for the lack of true qi, but he also had the initiative.
Ordinary Houtian experts, even if they were at the ninth level of the Houtian realm, had limited genuine Qi in their bodies.
When they were full of Genuine Qi, they might have the strength of a thousand pounds, and they could be invincible in an army.
However, after ten or even more attacks, their Genuine Qi would be exhausted, and their strength would be reduced to less than ten percent.
This was also the reason why martial artists were usually unwilling to fight against well-trained elite troops.
In the midst of thousands of troops, even the strongest expert would be in danger.
If he accidentally fell into a tight encirclement, he would be trapped and exhausted to death.
Although Crane Brush Weng was a sixth heaven Postliminary Realm expert, his true qi far surpassed Song Qingshu's.
However, how could the speed of his True Qi recovery from the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm be comparable to the Sky-Devouring Demonic Technique?
One burst of energy, two bursts of energy, three bursts of energy.
The essence of the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm was to attack the enemy with pure cold poison palm power. Every strike of He Biweng would carry a large amount of zhenqi, and the consumption was far greater than Song Qingshu's sword technique.
In addition, Song Qingshu's Sky-Devouring Demonic Technique was constantly devouring the surrounding spiritual energy to replenish his own consumption. He was almost always full of blue.
At the beginning, Crane Brush Weng could still rely on his vigorous cultivation to gain the upper hand.
However, when he had used up more than half of his energy, his strength had clearly dropped by quite a bit.
What shocked and terrified him was that Song Qingshu's aura was still extremely uniform and stable, as if it had not been consumed at all.
He Biweng felt his worldview collapse. A mere kid in the first sky of the Houtian realm actually dragged him, a top expert in the sixth sky, down?
This was simply ridiculous!
"No, this kid is too strange. We have to end this quickly!”
He dodged Song Qingshu's True Martial Sword and retreated with a cold glint in his eyes.
In the next second, facing the True Martial Sword that was chasing after him, He Biweng did not continue to dodge.
He had actually forced the True Martial Sword in Song Qingshu's hand into his left shoulder, and at the same time, his left hand grabbed Song Qingshu's wrist.
In the next second, his right hand circulated the power of the Xuanming Palm and slashed toward Song Qingshu.
Abandon the soldiers to protect the commander, lure the enemy deep!
He Bi Weng was indeed a ruthless veteran. He had to take a blow from Song Qingshu's sword to return the blow.
As far as he was concerned, as long as Song Qingshu's cold poison entered his body, this battle would be over.
To be able to take down this monstrous kid, it was not a loss to be hit by a sword.
It was a pity that He Biweng's imagination was too beautiful, but the reality was not what he thought.
Song Qingshu didn't panic when he faced the Xuanming Palm Power of He Biweng.
On the contrary, Song Qingshu smiled.
That smile was a sneer, a mocking smile!
Then, He Biweng saw Song Qingshu raise his left hand and block his Dark Nether Divine Palm.
"Struggle before death!"
He Biweng sneered. In terms of palm strength, other than the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from a hundred years ago, who else did the Mysterious Underworld Race fear?
Using palm to palm, he was just courting death!
Boom!
The palm collided with the palm, and the extremely cold palm power spread out in an instant, covering the ground within a radius of several feet with a layer of white frost.
"You…How do you know the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm?”
The shock on He Biweng's face could not be concealed.
He could actually sense the power of the Xuanming Palm from Song Qingshu's palm.
No, it wasn't just the same origin and bloodline.
Strictly speaking, Song Qingshu's Dark Mysterious Divine Palm was even purer than He Biweng's.
He Biweng was instantly confused.
How was this possible?
"Go ask the King of Hell!" Song Qingshu sneered.”
At this moment, because of the extreme shock, He Biweng lost his mind. At the same time, his left arm was hit by a sword, and he instantly fell into an absolute passive position.
Song Qingshu did not show any mercy. His sword intent shot out and directly cut off the left arm of He Biweng.
Ah!
With a miserable cry and intense pain, He Biweng's mind was completely lost, and his palm power was weakened by more than half.
In the next second, Song Qingshu broke through Brush Crane Weng's Xuanming Palm Force and his five fingers firmly locked onto Brush Crane Weng's dantian.
"Go to hell!"
Song Qingshu's green robes fluttered in the wind, and his eyes flickered with a domineering demonic aura.
The Sky-Devouring Demonic Technique was fully unleashed. The power of the sixth sky of the Houtian realm of He Bi Weng surged into Song Qingshu's body continuously.
Devour…refine…
Devour…refine…
He Bi Weng wanted to struggle, but he seemed to have lost control of his Genuine Qi and couldn't gather it at all.
"You…What kind of evil technique is this?”
He Biweng's eyes were filled with fear, which soon turned into fear.""No, don't kill me!"
Song Qingshu's eyes showed no sign of pity. Benevolence toward the enemy was cruelty toward oneself.
After devouring all of He Biweng's pure energy, Song Qingshu swung the True Martial Sword horizontally and chopped off his head. Blood splattered three feet.
At this moment, the three onlookers were stunned.
He Biweng of the Xuanming Elders, one of the top experts in the martial world, was killed just like that?
It was simply too dreamy…
After a long time, Jiang Wuchen was the first to come back to his senses. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Third Senior Brother, Fifth Junior Brother, Young Sect Master has avenged you!”
"You guys wait a little longer. I'll be satisfied to see that old man pay with his life before I die. I'll come down to accompany you.”
Song Qingshu rolled his eyes helplessly as he looked at Jiang Wuchen, who looked like he was going to say his last words.
It had to be said that these ancient people were all great actors.
What, you're addicted to acting like a hero?
" Come and sit down." Song Qingshu waved at Jiang Wuchen." I can cure the poison of the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm."”
"Don't comfort me, Young Sect Master." Jiang Wuchen laughed bitterly. I know my body. The cold poison has already entered my heart. Even if the Great Immortal comes, he won't be able to save me.”
"To be able to see Young Sect Master showing off your might, I…"
Bang!
With a dull thud, Jiang Wuchen fell to the ground. There was a big bump on the back of his head, and he couldn't finish his sentence…
Song Qingshu clapped his hands impatiently.""You're even more long-winded than Tang Sanzang. There are so many people waiting to be saved in the town, so how can I waste my time on you?”
"Even the Great Immortal can't save you. If the Great Immortal hears you say this, he will strike you with lightning and destroy your soul.”
Looking at the Young Sect Master who was so angry that he even beat up his own people.
The remaining two Wudang disciples felt a chill at the back of their heads. They subconsciously took a few steps back as questions arose in their hearts.
Was this young sect leader really from a righteous sect…
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