Jiang Yun's standing body without kneeling, as well as the provocative words in his mouth, made Zheng Yuan's pupils shrink suddenly. It must be said that Jiang Yun's physical strength far exceeded his expectations.
His full blow didn't even make him kneel down!
However, looking at Jiang Yun's pale face and the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Zheng Yuan felt relieved and said coldly: "The bones and mouth are quite hard. If that's the case, then I'll take a look, are you still there?" How long can it last?"
"Boom boom boom!"
Zheng Yuan suddenly raised his hand, and landed three palms in succession towards Jiang Yun. Each palm used all his strength, causing the whole Tibetan Peak to tremble violently, and the mountain was filled with smoke and dust. Stones flew everywhere.
When he thought about it, although Jiang Yun did not kneel down, he was already at the end of his strength, otherwise he would not have been bleeding from his mouth. He had obviously suffered internal injuries. Now he was just holding on with one breath. With three consecutive palm strikes, It was enough to completely destroy his tone.
But he didn't know that the blood spilling out of Jiang Yun's mouth had nothing to do with his palm power, but came from the constant collision of the torrent of spiritual energy in Jiang Yun's own body in the ninth meridian.
Even what Jiang Yun said was not a provocation, but what he really thought in his heart.
Because Zheng Yuan's concentrated palm hit Jiang Yun's body, causing the almost uncontrollable torrent of spiritual energy in his body to finally find an outlet!
Those spiritual energy actively attached to his body, as if wearing a spiritual energy armor inside his body, which enabled Jiang Yun's already strong body to withstand Zheng Yuan's blow, and after this blow Next, the spiritual energy will gradually dissipate.
In short, the harder and harder Zheng Yuan hits, the more spiritual energy is consumed, and naturally, the more comfortable Jiang Yun becomes.
Therefore, Jiang Yun really hopes that Zheng Yuan's power can be stronger so that he can quickly help him consume more spiritual energy in his body.
As Zheng Yuan's three consecutive palms fell, the faces of the elder peak masters who were always paying attention to the situation here with their spiritual consciousness changed slightly, and they all looked at Sword Dao Peak involuntarily.
In particular, the master of Tianfu Peak frowned slightly and whispered to himself: "Senior Brother Wei's move is too much. It's not a big deal to teach Jiang Yun to vent his anger, but Zheng Yuan clearly wants to put Jiang Yun aside." In terms of death, even if Jiang Yun survives three chapters, I am afraid that his path to Taoism will be completely cut off in the future."
Not only Tianfu Peak Master has this idea, but most people in Taoist Sect have this idea at this moment. With Zheng Yuan's strength as a blessed land realm, he actually attacks Jiang Yun in Tongmai realm with all his strength continuously. This is no longer bullying Jiang Yun. Yun, but was killing Jiang Yun.
However, before the scattered gravel and dust dispersed, Jiang Yun's voice suddenly came out from inside again: "Not enough, not enough, this power is too weak, Zheng Yuan, who is only in the Blessed Land realm, is this all he has? "
As soon as these words came out, everyone who could hear it showed a look of horror on their faces, even the peak masters, elders and other cave monks were no exception.
After enduring Zheng Yuan's equivalent of five consecutive palms, Jiang Yun was still fine. This was simply impossible!
Even Zheng Yuan's expression changed suddenly, and he blurted out: "Impossible, could it be that you are in the blessed land realm!"
As monks, they all know very well that the battle between high realm and low realm is completely crushing, and there is no possibility for low realm to compete.
This is almost like an iron law, and I have never heard of anyone being able to break it.
But Jiang Yun's current situation has completely subverted this iron law, so much so that Zheng Yuan even doubted whether Jiang Yun was in the blessed realm like himself.
But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zheng Yuan realized that he shouldn't have said these words at all. Jiang Yun's performance in the third level of entry was obvious to all, and he was definitely a mortal.
It was only ten months before he got started, and it was even more impossible to go from being a mortal to the realm of blessed land in ten months.
Sure enough, Jiang Yun's voice with a hint of ridicule sounded immediately: "If I were in the blessed land realm, you should kneel in front of me now."
Zheng Yuan's expression was extremely gloomy. With his status and strength, it was really embarrassing that he could not deal with even a small Tongmai realm monk for such a long time.
More importantly, in order to become famous, he deliberately let as many people as possible pay attention to the battle between himself and Jiang Yun. If he could not knock down Jiang Yun in a short time, then after today, he would indeed become famous. , but it’s a bad reputation!
As if to verify Zheng Yuan's thoughts at this moment, a sneer came from the distance on the Tianfu Peak shaped like an index finger: "Zheng Yuan is really embarrassed this time. There are such inner disciples in the sect. What a disgrace to the inner sects of our sect!”
Someone on the Five Elements Peak immediately said: "Who can say otherwise, but after today, Zheng Yuan should also be removed from the inner disciples."
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Those who spoke were naturally inner disciples. Although they were from the same sect, the relationship between the inner disciples of the Five Peaks was not harmonious because the Taoist Sect encouraged competition with each other.
In particular, Sword Dao Peak is the leader of the five peaks, and the inner disciples on it are regarded as public enemies by the other four peaks. So now that they see Zheng Yuan being defeated, these inner disciples are not willing to let go of such a good opportunity, and they speak one after another. ridicule.
"court death!"
These sounds were like fuses, completely igniting the anger in Zheng Yun's heart. In anger, he no longer dared to deal with Jiang Yun with pure strength. Instead, he stretched out his hand and the fiery red sword under his body suddenly It turned into a red light and stabbed straight towards Jiang Yun.
As a sword cultivator, strength is indeed Zheng Yuan's weakness. Sword is his strength and the basis of his strength.
Although Zheng Yuan did not use his sword skills, the red light rising from the sword was like a flame. Wherever it passed, sparks suddenly appeared in the air, and even the surrounding temperature also increased. The moment became searing.
Equally burning were Jiang Yun's eyes, staring at the fire sword that was getting closer and closer to him. There seemed to be flames burning in his eyes, but his body still stood motionless, as if nailed to the ground. Same as the ground.
This scene fell in the eyes of everyone, and once again everyone let out a sound of surprise.
"Is this kid still planning to take Zheng Yuan's sword with his body?"
"Although Zheng Yuan's strength is not that great, his attainments in swordsmanship are still passable. If this sword is stabbed, this kid will lose half his life."
"Half life is more than half a life. Although this sword does not use swordsmanship, Zheng Yuan's flaming sword is originally made from flaming stones under volcanic magma. The high temperature of the sword body, Burning will also burn this kid to death!"
Even in an unknown place within the Taoist sect, a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist crown opened his eyes slightly and said to himself: "This little guy is not reckless. Man, is it possible that he still has a way to take this sword? However, I still have to make some preparations, lest Dongfang Bo and the others come back and fight to the death with me. Besides, this guy is really good!"