Seeing this, the old Nascent Soul in the black market immediately flew out, and his palm condensed spiritual energy to hit the peak power of Nascent Soul.Both of them are Yuan Ying cultivators, the difference is that one is the pinnacle, and the other is just an old man who hasn't advanced in the middle of Yuan Ying for a long time.
When the two palms touched each other, two breaths came out of the palms, making a loud bang, and the two airflows exploded and hit the surroundings, causing the airflow in the air to vibrate.
The strength is compared. After the black market Yuanying old man hit his palms, his body was knocked back by the impact force. Even if he wanted to stop it, he could not stop flying out, and hit a big tree heavily. tree.
"boom!"
"puff!"
Under the heavy blow, he fell to the ground with blood spurting out of his mouth. As soon as he stood up, he flickered forward, and the whole person fell forward.
The Nascent Soul powerhouse did not care about other people. In his eyes, other people are dispensable, and only this Feng Jiu must be killed!He must not let her advance smoothly, if she does advance, there will be endless troubles in the future!
"uncle!"
Chairman Gong exclaimed when he saw this, and saw that Brother Nascent Soul shot down with a palm, and there was a loud bang. When everyone was too late to stop the first barrier, he gritted his teeth and struck with a sharp sword. Going forward, who knows, before he got close to his side, he was swept out dozens of meters by his sleeves.
"boom!"
His body fell heavily to the ground, and a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth.Even though he has the peak strength of Jindan, he is also not pleased with the strong Yuan Ying.
"Damn it!"
He immediately hit the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up again, and was about to rush forward to fight him, but saw that several elders of the academy and the Vice-Chancellor and other Yuan Ying monks had been divided into two groups. Monk Yuanying surrounded.
Seeing another dozen meters away, his clan uncle fell to the ground for a while and did not stand up. He quickly swept away and helped him up.
"Uncle, how is it? Is it okay?" He lifted the person up while asking.
"Cough cough cough..."
The old man coughed a few times, blood overflowed from his mouth, and said: "The peak of Yuan Ying is really extraordinary, and even I, who is Yuan Ying, can't stop his blow."
As he was talking, when his gaze shifted, he saw Feng Jiu, who was turning his hands in the remaining layer of enchantment, surging with spiritual energy, his eyes widened in shock.
"She, her breath..."
Spiritual power and profound power are mutually fused, and the breath is all because of her alone, which seems to be very close, and because of this, everyone in the Golden Core Stage can't see it, and only a few Yuan Ying are strong. Only then did you know what was going on?
President Gong saw that his expression was different, so he asked: "What's wrong with her breath?"
Even if it is a little stronger, it shouldn't be shocked, right?After all, one thing that Feng Jiu got out was shocking. Just like today’s incident, if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, how could they believe that she, a great spiritualist-level monk, could actually Killing the Nascent Soul powerhouse, this matter will feel incredible wherever it is placed.
Not far away, a white-clothed Mo Chen stood on the branch, standing with his hands in the wind, he looked at the young man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground preparing to advance, looked at his blood-stained red clothes, and watched him close his eyes. He looked thoughtful.
However, just as he was thinking, when the people were protecting the law for him, a large black cloud floated in the sky, faintly, a rumbling sound came from the clouds...