Looking at the trajectory of the bone knife in mid-air, and feeling the sharp edge bursting out from the blade, even the White Bone Temple Master felt a sense of amazement in his heart!
Perfect!
Impeccable!
A thought even flashed through his mind.
Perhaps, there is no need to use the Prison Suppressing Cauldron, just this sword is enough to kill this man!
The martial arts master did not dodge, and his expression remained unchanged under the silver mask. Instead, he stretched out his palm and grabbed the bone knife with his bare hands!
The martial artist himself didn't hide, not because he couldn't.
But he wanted to try, now that he has entered the true martial realm, the true martial body that he forged can reach what level!
"court death!"
When the master of White Bone Temple saw the master of martial arts grabbing his bone knife with his bare hands, his eyes widened and the corners of his mouth raised.
You know, the bone knife in his hand was once an imperial weapon!
Although his realm has fallen now, the edge that belongs to the imperial soldiers is still there.
This sword was enough to cut the purple-robed monk in front of me in half!
puff!
Blood splatters!
The bone knife fell on the palm of the martial arts master, breaking through the flesh and blood, but it was stuck between the bones and could no longer make any progress!
The smile on the corner of White Bone Temple Master's mouth froze.
No matter how much he exerts his energy and activates the bloodline phenomenon, this sword cannot cut him down!
The bone knife struck the bones of the martial arts deity, as if striking some magic weapon. It was indestructible and impossible to cut off!
"you… "
There was disbelief in the eyes of the White Bone Temple Master.
"Is that all?"
The martial arts master asked calmly.
He dared to pick up the Bone Knife from the White Bone Temple Master with his bare hands, not because he was being too generous.
The Bone Temple Master is only a real demon. Even if he has real imperial weapons, he cannot exert the full power of the imperial weapons.
And his Zhenwu Dao body is small, and the martial arts methods are condensed on his bones, which is more powerful than any heaven-reaching spiritual treasure!
However, these Taoist teachings have not yet nourished and penetrated the flesh and blood.
That's why he was injured by the bone knife of the White Bone Temple Master, breaking his flesh and blood.
This injury is completely negligible to the physical body of the martial artist.
At this time, the bone knife of the White Bone Temple Master was held by the martial arts master. Not only was it unable to cut down, he also couldn't withdraw his hand even if he wanted to!
The palm of the martial arts deity is like an iron hoop, tightly holding the bone knife!
The master of the White Bone Temple had a vision of blood vessels and exploded with all his strength. The bone knife was still in the palm of the martial arts master, motionless!
"You are too weak."
When the martial arts master spoke, he raised his hand, made a fist, and punched!
call!
A simple movement, a simple punch, without any martial arts, without any testing, but it burst out with a fierce and incomparable momentum, rushing towards the face, suffocating!
Pressure from all directions surged forward, and the White Bone Temple Master felt as if his body was going to explode, and all the bones in his body were trembling!
He couldn't use words to describe the horror of this punch.
All he knew was that the blow he just made was like a three-year-old child's trick.
All he knows is that since his practice, he has never seen such a fierce fist!
Even his white bone vision, shrouded by this punch, was constantly trembling and making creaking sounds, as if it would collapse at any time.
"ah!"
At the critical moment, the White Bone Temple Master roared and blocked the Prison Suppressing Cauldron in front of him!
when!
The fist of the martial arts master hit the prison-suppressing cauldron hard, and a long and distant sound erupted, like a bell coming from the depths of an ancient temple.
The body of the Prison Suppressing Cauldron is constantly trembling!
Even with the resistance of the Prison Suppressing Cauldron, the huge and vast power still poured into the body of the White Bone Temple Master through the cauldron body!
Click, click, click!
The arm of the White Bone Temple Master raised the cauldron, and there was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.
Under the gaze of everyone, the flesh and blood of his arm suddenly exploded, bursting out a cloud of scarlet blood mist!
The white bone phenomenon that was originally behind the White Bone Temple Master was also shattered by the martial arts master's punch!
The eerie vision collapsed suddenly!
Xie Tianhong and the others' eyes widened with shock.
So cruel!
Just one punch, with the Prison Suppressing Cauldron across the way, severely injuring the Bone Temple Master, who was tenth on the True Demon Ranking!
The White Bone Temple Master's arm exploded with blood and flesh flying everywhere, the bones shattered, and it hung down weakly, and the Prison Suppressing Cauldron also fell.
The martial arts master conveniently picked up the Prison Suppressing Cauldron and sent it directly into the sea of consciousness.
Just when the martial arts master was out of trouble, there was communication between the two true bodies.
Although the cultivation level of the martial arts deity is far superior to that of Qinglian's true form, there are no magic weapons or magic weapons around him.
This time in Abi Hell, I encountered danger and had almost no power to resist.
Therefore, Su Zimo planned to let the Prison Suppressing Cauldron be placed on the side of the martial arts master.
Another point is that Qinglian's real body is limited in its realm and cannot exert the power of the Prison Suppressing Cauldron, nor can it truly control the Prison Suppressing Cauldron.
The realm of the martial arts deity is even better. Stepping into the true martial realm is equivalent to the true realm of immortality.
Using the spirit of the martial arts deity to sacrifice and refine the Prison Suppressing Cauldron, one might be able to completely control this imperial weapon!
If you control the Hell-Suppressing Cauldron, you may control Abi Hell!
The Prison Suppressing Cauldron can be of greater use when placed here by the martial arts master, and it will also have a very obvious improvement to the martial arts master.
Even if the Prison Suppressing Cauldron is in the hands of Qinglian's true form, he still has many scruples in the Shenxiao Immortal Realm and cannot use it casually.
But the martial arts master has no such worries.
He wears a Moro mask and no one knows who he is!
Now, the martial arts master has entered the true martial realm again, his combat power has skyrocketed, he can come and go freely, and with the help of the Prison Suppressing Cauldron, even if he encounters the powerful Immortal King, he can escape unscathed!
The martial arts master put away the Prison Suppressing Cauldron, took a step forward, stretched out his palm, and grabbed the Tianling Cap of the White Bone Temple Master.
The Bone Knife was still clutched in the hands of the martial arts master. The White Bone Temple Master had no choice but to withdraw his hand, avoid the pursuit of the martial arts master, turn around and run away.
He responded quickly, but the martial arts master's movement was even faster!
As soon as the White Bone Temple Master turned around, the palm of the martial arts deity had already landed!
"Crack!"
The palm of the martial arts master's hand grasped the back of the White Bone Temple Master's neck and squeezed it gently.
The neck of the White Bone Monarch was instantly shattered!
The fight between the two seemed slow, but in fact it happened in a flash of lightning.
In almost two or three breaths, the Master of White Bone Temple was already restrained by the martial arts master!
At this time, the withered old man who rushed towards Fairy Mo Qing had just arrived in front of Mo Qing.
The old man with withered bones had a stern look on his face and without saying a word, he stretched out his skinny hands. The energy and blood in his body surged, and he was ready to use all his strength to capture Mo Qing alive!
Yunzhu's poisonous injury has not healed and he cannot take action.
Su Zimo had just been seriously injured and lost his fighting power.
It's just Mo Qing, and the withered old man is confident that he can suppress it within three moves!
But when the withered old man took action, Mo Qing did not resist or dodge.
Mo Qing looked at him with a strange look.
To be precise, Mo Qing's gaze crossed his body and landed behind him.
Yunzhu was also looking behind him, a little surprised and a little shocked.
The withered old man was a little confused.
What was behind him that made Mo Qing, the painting immortal, forget to dodge and give up resistance
"what are you up to?"
At this moment, someone asked lightly.
The speaker is very close, right behind him!
The withered old man seems to be able to feel this person's breathing!
hiss!
The old man with withered bones suddenly felt a chill running through his body!