"I'll protect this person!"
Just when everyone thought Su Zimo was going to die, a voice came from the diagonal side, and his tone was unquestionable.
Not far away, a sword light came rushing towards him.
Standing on the sword is a handsome young man with picturesque features. He is Tang Yu from Danyang Clan who likes to dress up as a man.
Just when everyone's attention turned to Tang Yu, a faint glint flashed deep in Pei Chunyu's eyes, and he suddenly made a fist and took action.
This punch went straight to Su Zimo's chest, it was extremely fast and it was coming in an instant!
On the surface of the fist, five rays of spiritual light flashed out, suddenly erupting, like a scorching sun, blooming with thousands of rays of light, dazzling and dazzling!
Five spiritual patterns, perfect spiritual weapon!
On the palm of Pei Chunyu's hand was a perfect-grade boxing glove, as thin as cicada wings, almost transparent.
If it weren't for the spiritual power, this glove would be hard to spot!
A sure blow!
"careful!"
Tang Yu's expression changed drastically and he exclaimed.
The distance between Pei Chunyu and Su Zimo was so close that they could reach out and touch each other.
Tang Yu seemed to be able to see a shocking blood hole being punched in Su Zimo's chest in the next scene!
This punch had no warning, it was more like a sneak attack, and it was so powerful that no one could react, except... Su Zimo.
It has to be said that Pei Chunyu is indeed a true disciple of Liuli Palace and the top foundation-building monk.
The timing of the move was perfect.
Tang Yu appeared, attracting even Su Zimo's attention.
At this moment, when Su Zimo was slightly distracted, Pei Chunyu took action.
If he didn't have spiritual sense, this punch would be enough to kill Su Zimo!
But even with his spiritual sense, Su Zimo was a little slower. He didn't have time to draw out the blood-tempered knife to compete with him, so he could only give it a hard blow with his bare hands.
Seeing this scene, Tang Yu's eyes darkened.
Even if Su Zimo reacts, the result will not change much.
You must know that Pei Chunyu's cultivation level is two levels higher than Su Zimo's, and the body refining technique of Liuli Palace is the best in Tianhuang Continent.
Pei Chunyu's power is only higher than Su Zimo's!
What's more important is that Pei Chunyu has a perfect spiritual weapon in his palm, while Su Zimo has a body of flesh and blood.
In Tang Yu's opinion, Su Zimo would most likely be killed with one punch if the two of them fought.
If he is lucky and manages to save his life, that arm will inevitably be crippled, his combat power will be drastically reduced, and his path to spiritual cultivation may be stopped as a result.
boom!
The fists collided, and a muffled sound erupted, like beating leather.
The brilliance on the perfect spiritual weapon suddenly converged.
Pei Chunyu remained motionless.
Su Zimo was shocked all over and took three steps back before stopping his retreat.
Every time he took a step, he subconsciously used the stance of Li Tianbu to shift his center of gravity, leaving three deep footprints on the ground, and the ground shook!
Su Zimo's fist was covered in blood and flesh, and the bones inside were faintly exposed.
Not white, but blood red bones!
"Um?"
Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief with their mouths wide open and their eyes almost falling out.
Not dead
The arm is not useless
Just bleeding from your fist and a minor injury
How can this be
Even if a high-grade spiritual weapon was hit by this punch, it would be blasted into a pile of fragments. How could it be possible for Su Zimo's flesh and blood body in front of him...
The many monks who were watching were completely stunned.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe this scene.
Xue Yang, the devil of the Disha Sect, frowned slightly and his eyes fell on Su Zimo's right hand, thoughtfully.
Pei Chunyu's pupils shrank slightly, and he retracted his palm without leaving a trace, holding it behind him.
"hey-hey."
Looking at Pei Chunyu's palm behind his back, Su Zimo suddenly laughed.
Except for him, no one knew what happened when the two of them fought.
Although Su Zimo's physical body was strong, it could never withstand the power of a perfect spiritual weapon.
In the situation at that time, even if he was demonized, Su Zimo could only increase his strength by one level, but he still could not stop the perfect spiritual weapon.
Just like a child growing up into an adult, his strength has increased many times, but his flesh and blood body is still unable to block the edge of a sharp knife.
But there was something special about Su Zimo.
His right hand.
The outside of the right hand is flesh and blood, but the inside is wrapped in a bloody bone palm of unknown origin. It is indestructible, and even the edge of the blood-tempered knife cannot cut it off!
Therefore, in this duel, although Pei Chunyu had the upper hand in terms of strength, he knocked back Su Zimo by as much as three steps.
But in fact, Su Zimo didn't suffer much impact, just a slight skin injury.
But Pei Chunyu suffered a secret loss and the pain was unbearable.
No one noticed that Pei Chunyu's palm, which was behind his back, was trembling slightly under the cover of his sleeves.
The feeling of being punched on an iron plate is not pleasant.
In a short time, Tang Yu had arrived and landed between the two of them, with Uncle Liang following closely behind.
"Fellow Daoist Su, are you... okay?"
Tang Yu was confused, looked at Su Zimo behind him, and couldn't help but ask, with a hesitant tone.
"fine."
Su Zimo shook his head.
"Is everything okay?"
Tang Yu took out an elixir from the storage bag and handed it over, saying in a low voice: "Don't show off, are you injured internally? Swallow this elixir and stabilize the injury first."
Su Zimo smiled faintly and shook his head in rejection.
"Pei Chunyu, what do you mean?"
Tang Yu turned around, with sharp eyes, and asked: "I said, my Danyang Clan has protected this person, but you still attack him?"
"hehe."
Pei Chunyu chuckled lightly and said in an understatement: "Seeing that fellow Taoist Su is physically strong and has good melee combat power, I'm just happy to see the hunting heart and let's compete with each other. Why should fellow Taoist Tang Yu be nervous?"
"Discuss?"
Tang Yu sneered.
Pei Chunyu's punch was clearly meant to kill Su Zimo!
Having been scolded by Su Zimo before, his face was dull, and now he suffered another secret loss. Pei Chunyu would not give up, and was still looking for opportunities to kill Su Zimo here.
The Tang Yu in front of him was nothing to be afraid of.
But when he saw the old man behind Tang Yu, Pei Chunyu's eyes flashed with fear.
Pei Chunyu took a deep breath and sighed in his heart. With the intervention of the Danyang Sect, it would be unrealistic to kill Su Zimo today.
What's more, there are demons from the Earthly Demon Sect nearby who are watching with cold eyes.
This time is not suitable for a conflict with the Danyang Sect, otherwise it will be easy for the Disha Sect to take advantage of them.
After thinking about this, Pei Chunyu hugged Tang Yu, took a deep look at Su Zimo, and said with a half-smile: "Fellow Taoist, the days are long, you and I will still have the opportunity to 'discuss' in the future!"
Pei Chunyu's words were very serious.
Su Zimo smiled slightly and said calmly: "Next time we spar, I'll kill you!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Pei Chunyu looked up to the sky and laughed, saying repeatedly: "Okay, okay, okay! I'm waiting for you!"
After saying that, Pei Chunyu waved his sleeves and robes, turned around and left with the Liuli Palace monks.
On the other side, Xue Yang also retreated.
In the blink of an eye, the two top forces in Xuantian City retreated completely, as if they had never appeared before.
Ji Chengtian and others breathed a sigh of relief.
Before they knew it, the four of them were already breaking out in a cold sweat.