"Kill you? It's too easy! Just take my palm and you'll be able to conquer thousands of mountains and rivers!"
Ping Zhanhu's expression suddenly became stern, and with a loud shout, he slashed his palms toward the sky. The shadows of his palms erupted from Pingzhanhu's palms like a volcano, and they piled together, layer upon layer, densely packed. The momentum is overwhelming!
Wandong's heart suddenly sank, and there was a trace of horror in his eyes. This palm was as heavy as a mountain, as if it could crush a person alive, and as ferocious as a rolling flood, making it unstoppable. The Taoist secrets are indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people!
Along with the thunderous roar from Ping Zhan Hu's mouth, thousands of palm shadows poured down towards Wan Dong like mountains and rivers.
The sky seemed to have collapsed, the earth had sunk, and even the surrounding space was collapsing infinitely. There is no longer even an inch of safe place in the entire world. Strong murderous intent, rolling like waves, is squeezing towards Wandong from all directions. The only smell of death is in the air!
"This is..." At this time, Li Weiqian, Lin Feng and Xin Wuhen, who were already hundreds of feet away, stopped at the same time, looking back with infinite shock in their eyes. Faintly, the color of the sky and the earth there had changed.
Hundreds of feet away, Lin Feng could feel waves of death-like pressure rolling towards him. It felt like there were millions of invisible thin needles pricking his skin. Lin Feng's hair almost stood on end.
"How could Yao Ting be able to take on such a terrifying offensive? No, I have to go back and save him!" Lin Feng was so anxious that he yelled.
Li Weiqian hurriedly blocked him and said urgently, "Feng, don't be impulsive. That Ping Zhanhu is too strong. Even if you go back, you can't save Yaoting. What's more, when you rush back, maybe Yao Ting will be saved." He has already..."
Li Weiqian couldn't bear to say the next words and stopped abruptly.
"No! It won't happen! My Lin Feng brother won't die that easily!" Lin Feng shook his head like a rattle and kept saying.
Li Weiqian was not willing to accept the result that Wandong was dead, but she could not let Lin Feng go back to die in any case. She gritted her teeth and said: "Whether Yaoting is dead or alive, we can't let him down! We must save Cun Xin, Isn't it?"
"But… "
"Let's go!" Before Lin Feng could say anything, Li Weiqian gritted her teeth and rushed forward.
Looking back at the billowing air waves hundreds of feet away, Lin Feng kept murmuring in his heart, "Brother, you must live!"
"Go to hell!" Ping Zhanhu controlled the power of his palms like the wrath of a mountain, roaring towards Wandong.
At this time, Wandong's heart was extremely calm. Zhenfengbu has been tempered by the Fiery Blood Crane and the Golden-Winged Demonic Wolf. Now it's time to fight against a strong man like Ping Zhanhu!
Without the slightest fear, Wan Dong raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar. The purple-gold divine weapon in his hand suddenly swung out, and a purple sword light that was dozens of feet in size roared towards Ping Zhanhu's palm.
A loud roar like spring thunder resounded across the ground, and the sword energy of dozens of feet only made Ping Zhanhu's palm pause for a moment before it collapsed. But it doesn't matter, with just this one meal, the Tao Qi in Wan Dong's body suddenly connected into a river of waves, and the True Wind Steps were stepped out like flowing clouds and flowing water.
In Ping Zhanhu's eyes, it was just a moment of confusion. Wandong's body, which seemed to be bound by countless invisible ropes, suddenly broke through the restraints and became unprecedentedly free and flexible. His ethereal figure swayed as if The weeping willows in the wind are sometimes as fast as the wind, sometimes as slow as the forest, and they change in all kinds of ways and are unpredictable.
Ping Zhanhu's Qianshanwanshui Palm continued to explode, blasting the entire earth with holes, but it couldn't even touch the corner of Wandong's clothes. The strong wind set off when the palm power exploded even helped Wan Dong, making Wan Dong's True Wind Step faster and more flexible!
Failed, failed, still failed! It was as if Ping Zhanhu's palm power was cursed. He always missed Wandong, and every time it was just a tiny bit different, which tortured Ping Zhanhu until he wanted to vomit blood.
Although the final result was a near miss, Wandong was really shocked and broke into a cold sweat. After a while, his clothes were almost soaked with sweat.
There is a natural oppression between the strong and the weak, just like a rabbit facing a lion will stiffen its muscles out of fear and even be unable to move. It can only let the other party slaughter it. This is also a way of heaven. law.
Faced with Ping Zhan Hu, who was a whole lot higher than his own cultivation level, Wandong's feeling of being naturally suppressed was extremely strong. So much so that his True Wind Step, under this heavy pressure, became far less smooth than when he faced the Fiery Blood Crane and the Golden Winged Demonic Wolf, and was obviously much sluggish. Although in the end, Wandong was able to avoid all Ping Zhanhu's palm power, but in fact, it was full of dangers, and life and death only took a moment.
But this is not all bad for Wandong. Under heavy pressure, although it was difficult to perform the True Wind Step, the progress was huge, and the insights it brought to Wan Dong were beyond comparison with ordinary times.
Especially when Ping Zhanhu danced his palms together and created a monstrous palm wind, Wandong's understanding of the true meaning of wind and the law of wind continued to improve. The palm wind is also wind, but it is different from the natural wind. It seems to follow another kind of wind law. This will definitely be an extremely beneficial supplement and expansion to Wan Dong's understanding of the true meaning of wind.
Actual combat is always a shortcut for monks to become stronger, and this is even more true for battles with strong men who far surpass themselves!
"Damn it!" The palm that was thought to be enough to kill Wandong instantly turned out to be in vain, which undoubtedly made Ping Zhanhu very angry.
But what annoyed him even more was what was behind him. Wan Dong not only successfully defended Ping Zhanhu's attack, but also actively launched a counterattack. This is simply unbelievable to Ping Zhanhu.
According to common sense, when faced with an intermediate level Xuanhen, he would not even have the chance to fight back, let alone the power to fight back. Wandong's counterattack was no more than a powerful slap in the face to Ping Zhanhu. .
With the True Wind Step under his feet and the Purple Gold Divine Weapon in his hand, the sword light rippled and condensed into a line in mid-air, heading straight for Ping Zhanhu's throat.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"
Ping Zhanhu's face turned cold, and his body suddenly shuddered, and an extremely fierce body-protecting energy suddenly burst out from Ping Zhanhu's body.
Wan Dong's extremely powerful sword was like suddenly piercing a wall made of impenetrable steel. He suddenly stopped, and at the same time, an extremely powerful rebound force hit him instantly, which made Wan Dong's heart go crazy. He was violently shaking, his five internal organs were trembling, and a mouthful of blood rushed out of his throat.
"Boy, do you really think you are a god?" Ping Zhanhu sneered and struck Wan Dong with his palm like lightning.
Wan Dong was shocked and hurriedly raised the Purple Gold Divine Weapon in his hand to block it. Unexpectedly, the Purple Gold Divine Weapon was unable to withstand the power of Ping Zhanhu's palm and suddenly broke into two pieces. Then Wandong flew backwards like a baseball being blown away.
"What a pity. The Purple Gold Sword is like trash in your hands. What a waste!"
Wan Dong struggled to stand up, his face still as calm as before, and he turned a deaf ear to Ping Zhanhu's sarcasm.
This scene was also what he expected. The True Wind Step is indeed enough to help him launch an offensive against Ping Zhanhu, but Ping Zhanhu's cultivation level is much higher than him. With his cultivation level, it is not enough to break through Ping Zhanhu's protective energy. This is like It's a BOSS attack, but it can't break the opponent's defense!
As for the broken Purple Gold Divine Weapon, Wan Dong had no regrets. With a flick of his wrist, he had another one in his hand.
"You... Is this purple gold sword already so common in Shengtian Continent?" Seeing Wan Dong take out another purple gold magic weapon, Ping Zhanhu's face flashed with surprise.
Wandong was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He narrowed his eyes and stepped on the True Wind Step again, attacking Ping Zhanhu like a ghost.
Ping Zhanhu really wanted to kill Wandong with one palm, but Wandong's True Wind Step was really not that mysterious. Even with his current middle-level Earth Wheel cultivation, he couldn't see through it. However, Wandong couldn't break his defense at all, but he was not worried.
"Boy, haven't you suffered enough?"
Ping Zhanhu simply didn't care, just stood there, no matter where your sword came from, you must break my protective energy first!
boom! Snapped!
Wan Dong flew out again, and the Purple Gold Divine Weapon broke again.
Seeing Wandong's blood spurting out, Ping Zhanhu laughed loudly and said, "You brat, believe it or not, I will use my body-protecting energy to shock you to death?"
"You don't have to be proud, I will definitely break your protective energy!" Wandong's face became darker and darker, and his eyes were filled with cold light.
"Hahaha... I really don't know, should I praise you for being brave, or should I scold you for being stupid! You want to break my body-protecting energy? Okay, show me how!"
Ping Zhanhu laughed wildly, his expression full of disdain and arrogance. In his heart, he just felt that Wandong was as ridiculous as an ant trying to kill an elephant!
Wandong's will is as strong as steel, and the purple sword glow rises again, like an awl, struggling to pierce Ping Zhanhu's protective aura.
"Go back!" Ping Zhanhu's Tao Qi suddenly released, and Wandong's figure was eliminated again. This time it seemed to shock Wan Dong, Ping Zhanhu even released his Tao Qi, wrapping Wandong's body The Purple Gold Divine Weapon was stunned and turned it into debris.
Ping Zhanhu wanted to scare Wandong, but obviously made a mistake. Wan Dong's figure had just stood firm when he launched his fourth attack.
Seeing Wandong flying backwards again, Ping Zhanhu felt a little impatient. He didn't want to be entangled with Wandong for so long, but Wandong's True Wind Step was really unpredictable, beyond his imagination. Ping Zhanhu Wanting to take the initiative and kill Wandong was far more difficult than he imagined, and there was no guarantee that Wandong wouldn't run away midway.
If Ping Zhanhu wanted to kill Wandong, there really was no other better way than using the body-protecting energy to shock him to death.
But will Wandong carry this "moth to a flame", which in his eyes is extremely stupid, to the end? Ping Zhanhu is a little worried... (To be continued)