A master in the late ninth level!
This woman just stood there, as if all the airflow in the void was pouring back, and every acupuncture point and meridian in her body was transmitting a trace of divine power.
"You want me to let this Qilin go? It's not my decision. I owe Miss Yueyong a favor, and I have to pay it back no matter what."
Xiao Naihe smiled faintly and looked at this mysterious woman. Even if this woman has reached the late peak of the ninth level, her strength can be vaguely compared to masters such as the Night King, the Fire King, and the Immortal Dharma King.
However, Xiao Naihe's strength and trump cards can definitely be compared to the ninth level. Even if he encounters a master in the late ninth level, such as King Huo Luo, he still has enough ability to compete.
Since fusing the relics of Sakyamuni and the origin of Buddhism, Xiao Naihe has achieved the ultimate in the fifth level of true body, integrating the three origins and a holy human power similar to the origin of humanity.
The four major avenues are integrated, and Xiao Naihe has reached an unprecedented level in terms of the eighth level.
When facing this mysterious woman, he had no fear or fear at all.
"Really? Since Soul Fox asked you to protect the law, it doesn't matter what you say. If you can't decide, I will ask the person involved."
After saying that, the mysterious woman's voice suddenly spread to the sky and moved towards Yue Yong who was in the midst of the violent thundercloud.
"Um?"
Xiao Naihe did not expect that this woman did not act according to common sense.
Yue Yong is now at a very critical moment. If this woman goes to cause trouble now, it will definitely be a disaster for Yue Yong.
Even if there is just a little sound or a little fluctuation, it may lead to Yue Yong's eternal destruction.
"Even if he is a master in the late ninth level, he should just stay here obediently."
Xiao Naihe laughed, but the energy in his body suddenly surged out, and thirteen wind pillars suddenly burst out in the entire sky. Each pillar contained infinite power, and they directly hit the mysterious woman.
The woman paused in the void, stretched out her body, and turned over in mid-air in a very strange and peculiar posture.
"Martial Arts Three Life Sword!"
At this moment, faint rays of light suddenly burst out from the woman's hand. Each ray of light converged into one, as if giving a new idea.
There was a "sizzling" sound, like a strange phenomenon caused by thunder and lightning bursting and cracking.
With a flick of the brush, the light gathered together and slowly twisted into a line, forming a sword.
There was a trace of blue light flowing on the sword. Not only that, the sword waved lightly in the void, as if all the airflow around it was broken, which was very mysterious.
"Ten Fist Takesheng Sword!"
Xiao Naihe rolled his eyes and suddenly recognized this divine sword.
The cold light released from the sword head flashed slightly, and the whole world seemed to have become colder. The space of a hundred thousand miles in radius became extremely cold.
Suddenly, Bai Hu, Xiao Yue and Yue Feng, who were in the barrier outside the thunder clouds, were all shocked and couldn't help but shudder.
"What is that? Why is there an extra person? And this person is so powerful."
When Xiaoyue looked into the distance, she took in everything that happened to Xiao Naihe.
Bai Hu's face was extremely serious and gloomy: "Ten Fist Wusheng Sword? Just now Xiao Naihe said that the sword is called Ten Fist Wusheng Sword. It's a familiar sword name."
While talking, Xiao Naihe and the mysterious woman collided in the void, and the two of them retreated at a very fast speed.
The two of them stood on the space, and the 'Ten Fist Wusheng Sword' in the woman's hand seemed to merge into one. The human sword merged into one, and every breath of the body was gathered in the sword.
The Tathagata Dharma that was activated behind Xiao Naihe's back, the great divine wheels of the heavens gathered together and merged with each other.
"Do you know the Ten Fist Wusheng Sword? You are worthy of being the Holy Son of the Third Cultivator."
"You know me?"
"The name of the Holy Son of Third Cultivator has now spread to the Nine Heavens, and almost everyone among the younger generation in our God Realm knows you. Xiao Naihe of Yantian Pavilion killed the two disciples of the Night King and Huo Huo. The son of King Luo even fought with King Huo Luo in the Ancestral God World, and finally killed King Ming. He also had an unknown relationship with Dan Ting and the second holy son after the Ancient Sage. , If I didn’t know you, I would be really sorry for myself.”
As the woman spoke, she immediately explained all of Xiao Naihe's origins clearly. It seemed that this woman had indeed investigated a lot of things about herself.
The Qilin's attack today must be accidental. The fact that this woman was opposite him happened by chance.
However, the woman was able to make most of her identity clear, which meant that the other party had discovered her identity a long time ago.
"You know the Ten Fists Wusheng Sword, you might as well guess my identity."
The woman saw what Xiao Naihe meant and smiled, as if she wanted to see something on Xiao Naihe's expression.
"The Ten-Fist Wusheng Sword is a Taoist weapon refined by that person in the God Realm. There is only one person in the world who can obtain this sword, that person's daughter. Your surname is Fumeng!"
The woman's expression moved, showing a hint of appreciation, nodded, and said with a smile: "I did not misjudge you, you are worthy of being the Holy Son of the Third Cultivator. That's right, my surname is Fumeng, and my name is Fumeng Yurong."
I saw husband Meng Yurong holding the sword in his hand, brushing it gently, and making a slight sound: "This ten-fist martial arts sword was given to me by my father. Although you are not in my world of gods, You know my father, it seems you are not a simple person."
After saying that, Fumeng Yurong flipped the Ten Fist Wusheng Sword in his hand, turned it around, pointed at Xiao Naihe, and smiled faintly: "Since you already know who I am? Why don't you leave? Aren't you afraid? ?”
"Afraid? Why should I be afraid? When I was at the seventh level of the Creator, I just encountered enemies like the Night King and the Fire King. Fu Mengwu is indeed very powerful. Even now, I am definitely not His opponent. But if you think you want to put pressure on me with such a father, you are absolutely wrong."
Xiao Naihe smiled coldly.
As soon as his voice fell slightly, the power of his spiritual thoughts immediately began to vibrate, and a huge wave of waves spread out.
Xiao Naihe's spiritual thoughts filled the sky.
"What a Xiao Naihe, what a Third Cultivation Saint Son. This is my ideal Third Cultivation Saint Son. I can't see the Taigu Sage anymore, but with a Xiao Naihe like you who is not inferior to the Taigu Sage, it's okay That’s right. I was originally here to save my disobedient Xuan Chong, but now I want to try to see how powerful you are, Holy Son Xiao, who can even kill Prince Ming.”
Fumeng Yurong smiled slightly, and as she spoke, the energy in her body surged out immediately, and the 'Ten Fist Wusheng Sword' in her hand was thrust out at a speed that even the naked eye could not control.
Buzz buzz buzz…
The sound of transmissions that broke through the air suddenly reached Xiao Naihe.
After a while, Xiao Naihe's figure seemed to be cut off in the sword light.
"Tathagata's mudra, Sakyamuni's Dharma seal!"
Xiao Naihe clapped his hands, and the Tathagata behind him suddenly opened his eyes, and moved his hands, as if it was coming from the other side.
Silk silk silk silk…
In his handprints, there was a '卍' and '緷' shape.
These two words collided suddenly and hit hard with the sword light of the Ten Fist Wusheng Sword.
boom!
When these two forces collided, there was a loud noise, and the entire void seemed to be shattered at this moment.
Qilin next to him was even more shocked: "This man named Xiao Naihe is actually so powerful, but at the eighth level, he can actually be as good as the master holding the 'Ten Fist Wusheng Sword'. But the master said that he He is the Holy Son of the Third Cultivator. Could it be that he is the reincarnation of an ancient saint? "
The strength that Xiao Naihe showed could no longer be described as the eighth level of the Supreme Realm.
When the power rushed in, all the acupuncture points in his body seemed to be blooming, and they were all rioting.
Among the one thousand and eighteen acupoints, all the blood and energy were mixed together, and the fist intention, charm, and seals were integrated three or three, and they were directly blasted in front of the 'Ten Fist Wusheng Sword'.
"The acupoints are greatly opened? It actually opened all the thirty-six most difficult acupoints in Buddhism. It seems that the news is true. You must have had a fight with the Buddha and learned from her. It’s reached one thousand and eighteen acupoints.”
A trace of surprise flashed in Fumeng Yurong's eyes.
Bang bang bang!
The acupuncture points all over Xiao Naihe's body opened, and his three major origins gathered in all the acupoints. The power in each acupoint was already equivalent to the power in the late eighth level.
In other words, Xiao Naihe's current one thousand and eighteen acupoints are equivalent to the strength of one thousand and eighteen unicorns.
"The Fist of the Human Dragon!"
The punch came out at will, and the punch hit him immediately. A very heavy aura suddenly came from the void.
Qilin's expression changed drastically, and he was extremely shocked. He did not expect that Xiao Naihe's strength was so strong.
Even in his peak state, I'm afraid it can't compare to Xiao Naihe, who is only at the eighth level.
"But Miss has the 'Ten Fists Wusheng Sword' in her hand. No matter how powerful this Third Cultivation Saint is, he is definitely no match for her."
Qilin let out a breath.
At this moment, Fu Meng Yurong, who was holding the 'Ten Fist Wusheng Sword', crossed hands with Xiao Naihe in the void. The two people's power collided, and bursts of fire and thunder suddenly flashed together.
"The great divine wheel of the heavens is broken."
The star map in Xiao Naihe's eyes moved, and the big divine wheel behind him suddenly hit her, squeezing her husband Meng Yurong's delicate body hard.