What shocked Wu Zhonghai the most was that when the fingering was pointed out, it covered hundreds of acupuncture points all over his body, as if no matter how he dodged, it was impossible to avoid the attack of this finger!
"What kind of fingering is this? It's so scary!"
Wu Zhonghai was terrified. Just now Yang Qingxuan hit Wuyang Yaokong with his sword. He thought it was the opponent's strongest method, but he didn't expect there to be a stronger one!
He understood in an instant why the other party was only in the early stage of Lingwu, but he was qualified to be the captain.
"Junior, don't underestimate me! In the early days of Lingwu, you will always be nothing but rubbish. No matter how strong your martial skills are, you will never be able to cross the gap in realm!"
Wu Zhonghai roared loudly, his eyes erupted with infinite anger, and seven soul lights burst out from his body, overlapping behind him, like a rainbow hanging in the sky.
"I am a high-grade martial soul with seven soul lights, don't be presumptuous in front of me!"
The seven soul lights merged into one, and all of them merged into his body, and a strange splendor appeared on his body immediately, as if covered with a layer of neon glow.
"Martial Soul—Chi Yanxia!"
The scorched fist was filled with aura at once, covered by a layer of misty white awn, hitting Yang Qingxuan's Jumang finger!
"boom!"
The fists and fingers collided, the energy on the fingertips shattered, the light on the front of the fist was in a trance, and the white smoke seemed to be cut off by half and became extremely thin.
Wu Zhonghai grinned and said with a sinister smile: "My martial soul—Chi Yanxia, is a comprehensive martial soul, capable of attacking and defending, visible and invisible, all in one thought. Is it the garbage of your soul light? Can Broken Sword be compared? Hahaha!"
Yang Qingxuan raised his eyelids, the bright eyes became looser, and he pressed his fingers forward again, and said casually: "Really?"
The energy on the fingertips completely disintegrated, and the white smoke on the front of Wu Zhonghai's fist was pierced, and the two hands directly touched each other!
Wu Zhonghai's pupils shrank, and he laughed ferociously: "Haha, idiot! The front of the fist is specially designed to break fingering. If you try to press down with all your strength, you can only be completely blown away by my fist!"
"Ah! Ah! I'll blow you up! I'll blow you up completely!"
Wu Zhonghai couldn't stop laughing wildly, he didn't care about his Chi Yanxia being torn open, he pressed his fists down!
At the moment when the two fingers touched the tip of the fist, the sound of bone explosions "cracked" sounded one after another.
Wu Zhonghai's crazily shouting came to an end, his face turned from wild laughter to dullness, then to astonishment, then to horror, and finally to panic and distortion!
This series of expression changes, followed by the exploding fist, was completed in an instant!
"Boom!"
"ah!!"
With a loud noise, the two of them retreated, the air wave and soul light shook the air, and then Wu Zhonghai's scream pierced the sky!
Several people around opened their eyes wide in horror, watching Wu Zhonghai's fist shriveled, becoming like a sponge, and then the whole fist burst out with blood.
Wu Zhonghai groaned in pain, his entire arm trembling violently.
The bones of his fist were shattered, a large amount of blood dripped down the fist, and large beads of sweat rolled down his pale face.
The moment the two hands touched just now, they thought they could easily crush Yang Qingxuan's finger bones, but never dreamed that those fingers were on the fist bones, as if a mountain peak was pressed down, and it was like a giant dragon colliding, a giant elephant trampled, and the fist instantly It just collapsed!
"That's not true vitality, that's power, pure power, or 'strength'!"
Wu Zhonghai trembled in his heart, "What the hell is going on? How could he have such a powerful 'strength' in his hands, so big that it would break my fist bones!"
"How is it possible, you are just a trash martial soul with soul light in the early stage of Lingwu, how could you have such terrifying power!"
Wu Zhonghai was sweating profusely, out of breath, and there was a look of resentment in his eyes.
Yang Qingxuan's left hand was tucked in the sleeve robe, and Wu Zhonghai's red haze also severely injured his fingers, which were swollen like a noodle stick, trembling slightly in the robe.
Exercising a mysterious martial art twice in a row is also a great burden on the body.
Yang Qingxuan's face was pale, but he still said calmly: "The reason is very simple, because you are worse than garbage!"
Everyone around felt cold all over.
Although Meng Rui and the others expected that Yang Qingxuan would not suffer a loss, they never dreamed that Wu Zhonghai would be severely injured in an instant.
If it is said that defeating Zhao Sihan involved great resourcefulness and luck, what about this moment? Wu Zhonghai has been in the middle stage of Lingwu for a long time, and he is a well-known master in the outer courtyard!
Meng Rui was the first to react, and shouted loudly: "It seems that these students have collected a lot of raw stones of the spirit mine. We should ask them for advice and borrow them to have a look."
After all, with the light of the knife, he held the broken blade and slashed at a student beside him.
Liu Cheng and Yue Qiang also understood in an instant, and shot out one after another while drinking, soul light bloomed from their bodies, domineering and majestic.
Meng Rui was originally at the mid-stage of Lingwu, and with the abnormal sharpness of the broken blade, and the sudden attack, the student couldn't bear it, and in a hurry, he was instantly cut with a streak of blood and sent flying.
Then the knife flashed and hit another student.
The rust on the broken blade had already been removed, and at this moment, the cold light was shining, and a power shot out from the knife.
The student yelled loudly, "Yuan Qi!"
In a panic, he hastily displayed his martial spirit, and a strange bull's head appeared in front of him.
"Boom!"
The bull's head was smashed into pieces by the broken blade, and the saber's energy followed the trend, and chopped the student out, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
Meng Rui injured two people in a row, seeing that Liu Cheng and Yue Qiang also had the upper hand, he continued to chase the student with a knife.
Wu Zhonghai felt chills in his heart, seeing that he couldn't suppress Yang Qingxuan, and wanted his companions to help, who knew that the four companions were instantly suppressed by the other three.
He was very anxious, if his companion died, he would be unable to fly when Yang Qingxuan's companion joined forces again.
"Impossible! Our goal is the top ten, how can we compromise here!"
Wu Zhonghai roared furiously, completely ignoring the injury of his right arm, and clenched his fist with his left hand, the soul light condensed on the front of the fist, turning into colorful rays of light.
"I admit that I have always underestimated you. But now, I will regard you as the strongest enemy in history, and I will use the strongest secret technique!"
Raising his left hand, on the edge of the fist, seven rays of light condensed to form a rune.
A terrifying force, centered on the rune, suddenly swayed away.
Yang Qingxuan's heart shuddered, and he immediately felt the power of that force. He didn't dare to be careless, and also raised his right hand, and the movement of the five suns melted into his palm!
"It seems that the trick just now was not enough, so let's do it again!"
"Five suns shine in the sky!"
The five balls of Yanyang's true energy suddenly surged, transforming into the appearance of five beasts, flying down from all sides, covering all directions!
(end of this chapter)