Chapter 81 Thunder Strike

Ding!

The sound of golden swords clashing came.

Pei Xuanjing stood still, but King Pingdeng retreated several steps under the huge impact, and the stone slab under his feet was crushed by him.

King Pingdeng looked at Pei Xuanjing as if he was looking at a monster. He couldn't understand why the other party's seemingly thin body could burst out with such brutal power.

But before he could think more, Pei Xuanjing's sharp sword energy rushed towards him.

King Pingdeng's reaction was extremely fast. Almost instantly, he swung the steel whip in his hand and went hard against Pei Xuanjing's long sword.

Ding!

The long sword and the steel whip collided again, and the visible air waves spread out in circles around the two people, and the surging blood almost filled the entire yard.

Qinglong and others who were originally fighting could not help but avoid the two people's such a strong momentum, and unconsciously moved the battlefield to avoid being implicated by the two people.

Pei Xuanjing held a long sword in his hand, his face was cold, his clothes rustled and fluttered in the wind.

The confidence and pride on King Pingdeng's face disappeared, replaced by a face full of caution and shock.

"You really shocked me." King Pingdeng's eyes showed a strong murderous intent.

He didn't expect that a junior who was not taken seriously by him would have such strength, but just two moves made him so embarrassed.

This time, he no longer had any contempt for him.

After the voice fell, his steps were mysterious, his figure was ghostly, and the steel whip in his hand was as elusive as a poisonous snake.

The underworld is a killer organization. These killers may have other methods that are not enough, but they are all outstanding in body skills. King Pingdeng's body skills are even ranked among the top in the world.

Pei Xuanjing sneered, and the whole person rose up with the power of wind and thunder, and the air wave rolled up the dust on the ground.

The body movements in Damo's swordsmanship have made up for his lack of body movements. At this moment, facing the ghostly body movements of King Pingdeng, he is not afraid at all.

His body movements are as fast as a startled wild goose, as agile as a swimming dragon, and as fleeting as a flash of light. The Liuhuo sword in his hand is flying, and the sword moves in Damo's swordsmanship are easily and freely wielded by him.

A long sword points east and hits west, points south and hits north. It seems to be without any rules, but it is actually wonderful and incomparable. It comes suddenly and leaves quietly. It is really the supreme realm of intention before the sword, moving like a rabbit, and being as quiet as a virgin.

Whoosh whoosh.

The wind is rolling. When the two people fight, the true energy overflows, the muscles and bones sound like tigers and leopards, and the blood is full, like a storm hitting the shore.

One long sword is like a dragon, fleeting; the other steel whip is like a snake, appearing and disappearing.

But in the blink of an eye, the two have fought for several rounds.

But the longer the fight lasts, the more frightened Pingdeng becomes, and he can no longer maintain the initial confidence.

He has been in the second-grade realm for nearly thirty years. He has been immersed in this realm for a long time, and his true qi is deep and his blood is pure. He asks himself that even if he is not one of the best second-grade warriors in the entire Ming Dynasty, he is at least in the upper reaches.

How old is Pei Xuanjing in front of him? He is less than 24 years old at most. Even if he is gifted and breaks through to the second-grade realm by chance, he is inferior to himself in terms of true qi accumulation and blood purity.

However, these dozen rounds of fighting made King Pingdeng understand that he was wrong.

The young man in front of him is a monster. Maybe his true qi accumulation is slightly inferior to his own, but it is not much worse, and his blood is purer than his own.

"Could it be that I will really fall here today?" At this time, King Pingdeng couldn't help but think of this.

But soon King Pingdeng put this idea out. How could he have such an idea?

Thinking of this, the steel whip in his hand became faster, as if to prove his fearlessness.

Pei Xuanjing didn't know what the other party was thinking. In the fight with King Pingdeng just now, he was just familiarizing himself with the experience of fighting with a second-grade warrior and adapting to the rhythm.

After more than a dozen rounds, he had adapted to this rhythm and was unwilling to follow the other party's rhythm.

He thrust out with his hand, and then completely activated the Dragon Elephant Skill. The full activation of the seventh level of Dragon Elephant Skill filled up his already strong body a little more, and the muscles and bones under the membrane stretched like a strong bow string.

Under the stimulation of true qi and blood, the blood and marrow of the five internal organs and the whole body began to beat rhythmically. Every inch of the muscles, bones and membranes around the body were filled with the most yang and strong breath, making a slight crackling sound.

Giant Spirit Zhenyue.

With one palm, all the strength of the whole body was added to it, as if it had the power to destroy the mountain.

He slapped out the most powerful palm so far.

Huh!

At this moment, the blood was boiling, and the blood burst out to the extreme.

A fierce and domineering palm slapped towards King Pingdeng.

"This move!"

King Pingdeng was shocked by Pei Xuanjing's sudden and fierce palm. In a trance, he seemed to see a very similar palm from more than 20 years ago.

In a trance, he felt the intense crisis and Pei Xuanjing's undisguised killing intent.

His first reaction was to dodge!

But he found that this seemingly simple palm had blocked all his retreat routes, and he had nowhere to hide.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

Even if I die, I will definitely not let you have an easy life.

Helplessly, King Pingdeng urged his true energy, and the blood in his body boiled up.

The Netherworld Palm! A top-level martial art, ranked among the unique skills of the underworld.

Practicing with the evil spirit of the underworld is extremely powerful. If you are hit by it, the evil spirit of the underworld will invade your body. If you cannot expel the evil spirit of the underworld, you will be in great pain, and even the evil spirit will continue to erode your true qi, blood, and flesh in your body. It is extremely vicious.

Retreat!

Retreat quickly!

The two parties fighting in the courtyard, whether they are Jinyiwei or people from the underworld, almost all of them retreated quickly, unwilling to be involved in the fight between the two.

Boom!

In an instant, the thunder strike fell.

The surging blood wrapped around the King of Equality, and the two men hit each other with their flesh palms, making a loud rumbling sound.

The friction and collision of true qi and blood reached the extreme at this moment. The whole mansion shook, the hall collapsed, and the rooms seemed to have experienced a thunderous earthquake, either collapsing or cracking.

With the two fighting as the center, there was almost nothing intact within a radius of dozens of feet. The screen wall in the garden was completely shattered, the bluestone floor turned into powder, and the ground under the feet of the two collapsed several feet.

Pei Xuanjing stood there with his left hand behind his back, holding a long sword in his right hand, his clothes were torn, and his long hair was flying in the wind.

However, apart from the deep sinking of several feet under his feet, he did not have too many injuries.

Seeing this, the whole room was silent.

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