Chapter 236 The Blood Demon's Might Can Be Suppressed with a Simple Palm!

Boom boom.

Pei Xuanjing's robes rustled, and the air around him surged. Every punch and palm strike was like a dragon turning over, with infinite power and unpredictable might.

The overwhelming force rushed towards Yang Tinghe, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting, and it was hard to resist.

He only felt like a small boat swaying in the wind and waves. Facing the fierce waves, he had no power to resist.

Yang Tinghe's momentum burst out again, and his fists blasted out, and the bloody fist prints carried infinite power.

Boom!

A violent explosion sounded in the square, and layers of air waves swept in all directions.

Pei Xuanjing smiled and whispered, "Nothing more!"

As he spoke, he attacked again.

The words carried an extremely domineering and terrifying will, which was deafening.

He raised his white and slender palm, and purple-blue lightning emerged, gathering in the palm of his hand, and terrifying power came out from it.

Then, he slapped out with his palm.

A purple-blue thunder dragon roared out with a creepy breath and rushed towards them.

Boom!

At the moment when Pei Xuanjing slapped out his palm, Yang Tinghe felt creepy, and all the hairs on his body seemed to tremble at this moment. He felt the terrifying breath contained in that palm, which was an incomparable breath that seemed to destroy the world.

In a trance, he seemed to have seen himself being swallowed by the thunder dragon.

"No way!" He immediately suppressed this thought, and then burst out again.

With his arms waving, blood mist gathered around him, and soon a blood-colored dragon condensed in front of him.

Roar!

A dragon roar shook the sky, and the blood-colored dragon roared and flew towards the thunder dragon.

The purple-blue thunder dragon and the blood-colored dragon were entangled together, and the blood and purple-blue colors merged and intertwined, as if two dragons were fighting.

Bang!

Yang Tinghe was hit on the shoulder by Pei Xuanjing, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and was swept back by the fierce force, retreating dozens of feet.

The huge force made his legs sink into the ground from the knees down, leaving two deep trenches.

Hiss!

Countless people were shocked by the situation in front of them. They never thought that the blood demon Yang Tinghe had shown such a strong strength, but was still easily injured by Pei Xuanjing.

The killing Taoist, so terrifying!

Many people exclaimed in their hearts, shocked by the strength shown by Pei Xuanjing.

A terrible idea has gradually arisen in their hearts. If nothing unexpected happens, in the next two hundred years, before Pei Xuanjing passes away, it may become a natural chasm that everyone in the martial arts world will find difficult to cross.

In the future, just like his brilliant sword intent, the sun will soar into the sky and dominate the world for two hundred years.

It is lucky to be born in the same era as such a strong man, but it is also unfortunate.

Fortunately, they can see how powerful the ultimate realm of martial arts is.

Unfortunately, their glory will be overshadowed by it for the rest of their lives.

"This is another Taoist Sanfeng!" Taoist Xuanming sighed in his heart.

When he knew that Pei Xuanjing had condensed his soul from the way of refining the spirit in his communication with Pei Xuanjing yesterday, he had completely understood it.

The Pei Xuanjing in front of him will be another Taoist Sanfeng from six hundred years ago. The other party's attainments in martial arts have reached the extreme of the mortal realm, and he only needs an opportunity to truly enter the spiritual realm.

What a pity!

Since the founder Chongyang, their Quanzhen Dao has never had a peerless figure who can suppress the world.

"If it weren't for the fact that the world is about to revive, I'm afraid that the old Taoist would never be able to match him in his entire life!" Taoist Qingxu looked at Pei Xuanjing, who was so powerful and unparalleled, and felt in his heart.

Pei Xuanjing's talent was so great that even a confident person like him couldn't help but feel a little dwarfed.

Thinking back to when he and Bai Xiaosheng first paid attention to Pei Xuanjing, he was still a warrior who had just been promoted to the third rank. In just over a decade, he had grown to the point where even he needed to look up to him.

However, Taoist Qingxu was not an ordinary person after all. He could not help but not feel the slightest jealousy for Pei Xuanjing's strength, but was full of motivation in his heart.

The world was about to revive, and at that time, he could also step forward on the path of cultivation. Even if the other party was one step faster than him, he was still confident that he could walk out of his own path of cultivation.

Pei Xuanjing didn't know that the strength he showed at the moment made everyone's heart surge with waves and it was difficult to control themselves. His attention was still on the blood demon Yang Tinghe in the distance.

After a successful attack, Pei Xuanjing injured the other party, but he did not choose to pursue him. Instead, he stopped his action and just looked at the other party quietly.

He pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand and put the other hand behind his back. His robes rustled, and his cold eyes looked at the blood demon Yang Tinghe calmly.

Neither sad nor happy, his expression was calm, as if defeating Yang Tinghe just now could not bring him any sense of accomplishment or joy.

"Pei Xuanjing!"

Yang Tinghe's body shook slightly, and he pulled out his legs that were stuck in the ground, and then he spoke coldly with anger in his eyes that could not be concealed.

The hoarse voice, with the murderous intent that almost turned into substance, seemed to have dropped the temperature around him.

"It seems that you are very unconvinced?" Pei Xuanjing said lightly, shaking his head and sighing: "But if you only have this strength, it seems that you are slightly inferior to the Seven Killing Sword Master who died at my hands not long ago."

Although the opponent's strength at the moment surprised the others, it was nothing to Pei Xuanjing.

In comparison, he was not as good as the Seven Killing Sword Master who used the Seven Killing Sword, not to mention the stronger Fengdu Ghost Emperor.

He held the handle of the Seven Killing Sword at his waist and said, "If you have any trump cards, just use them to avoid regrets."

"You!" Yang Tinghe glared and wanted to say something, but when he saw the Seven Killing Sword at the opponent's waist, he couldn't help but feel a little dread in his heart.

Although the Blood Demon Sect ranked above the Seven Killing Sword Sect in the Demon Sect, he also believed that the Seven Killing Sword Master was not as good as himself.

But he knew more clearly how terrifying the Seven Killing Sword Master was when he burst out his strength to the extreme. Even he couldn't easily deal with the opponent's last terrifying sword move, and he had to pay a lot of price.

But Pei Xuanjing was able to easily kill the Seven Killing Sword Master, and he was also able to kill the stronger Fengdu Ghost Emperor. How terrifying it was.

Moreover, he knew that after killing the two men, Xue Wuhen had met him.

He knew Xue Wuhen very well, and he knew that given his character, if he had the chance, he would definitely kill him without hesitation.

But the final result was that Xue Wuhen did not take action, and left easily without even getting the Seven Killing Sword back. This undoubtedly proved that Pei Xuanjing was not sure to take down Xue Wuhen at that time.

Thanks to the book friend Unlimited Dragon Ball Legend for the reward.