Chapter 391: Using Mortals to Defy Immortality

Wei Fan truly felt the Saint-level fluctuations, which were not comparable to the fluctuations emitted by King Wu when he activated the Saint Weapon.

The vast aura pressed down like the collapse of the sky, and the entire mountain range was shaking.

The jade figure swelled in the wind, and traces of Dao spread from her body, extending into the void, madly sucking the essence between heaven and earth.

"Wei Fan, you are too arrogant. Even Xuanyuan Peak in the past would not dare to fight a martial saint!"

The blue-clothed King Wu stepped back with a mocking expression.

In the past, Xuanyuan Peak and the Martial Saint fought each other with one punch but were not killed. The five major domains admired him as a god, but that was just the Martial Saint who had just broken through.

And Tian Chunqiu, the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint of his Huoyun Cave, had been a saint for more than three hundred years. He was simply not comparable to the Martial Saint who fought with Xuanyuan Peak.

Of course, what is in front of him is just a clone refined by the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint. It does not mean that the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint is present in person, and his strength does not reach the level of the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint.

But this is not important. Back then, Xuanyuan Feng was seriously injured and dying after taking only one punch from the Martial Saint. But the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint's clone in front of him can do more than just throw a punch.

Even if Wei Fan was as evil as Xuanyuan Feng back then, what could he do? If he could take one punch, could he take ten punches? A Martial King fighting a Martial Saint was something that the Five Realms had hardly heard of.

The sky and the earth changed color, and thunder roared. The jade man had turned into the size of a normal human, emitting a vast and terrifying aura. Countless Dao marks spread out from his body, and penetrated into the void like roots.

The void surged like a tide, raising waves.

"You are Wei Fan, the one who killed my disciple. Die!"

The jade lady opened her mouth, and the terrifying power of her will shattered the void, like a raging wave hitting the void.

A boundless giant hand appeared, with holy ways intertwined on it, stretching towards Wei Fan. Wherever it passed, the void was shattered and collapsed, and chaotic energy was wiped out.

"If you want to kill me, even if you come in person, it's still not enough!"

Wei Fan was eager to fight. Although he was not a Martial Saint but just a clone, he was already a Martial Saint in terms of strength level and was definitely not weaker than a Martial Saint who had just broken through.

His primordial spirit, true essence, and body have all reached the pinnacle. He wants to see if he can defeat the immortals and fight against the Martial Saint with his mortal ability.

"boom!"

His strong body shook, and the void around him shattered, with an aura far beyond anything he had experienced before.

"He actually took the initiative to attack the clone of the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint!" The blue-clothed Martial King showed an incredible look.

Under the aura of the Martial Saint, his soul trembled and his hands and feet were cold. Ordinary people didn't even have the courage to take a look, but Wei Fan was full of fighting spirit and took the initiative to attack, as if he was not suppressed by the aura of the Martial Saint.

A thousand-foot-long light emanated from Wei Fan's body, and dragon-like blood energy rushed out from his head. Amidst the roar of a tiger, a ray of sword light slashed on his big hand.

Four Elephants Sky-Splitting Slash! Without using a magic weapon, Wei Fan chopped with his hand instead of a knife, and a flash of blood splashed from his hand, but that was all, and he continued to hit Wei Fan with a slapping force.

"I actually hurt the clone of the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint!"

The blue-clothed King of War was greatly shocked. Even if the sword light slashed out by Wei Fan only broke a layer of skin on his hand, it was still an earth-shattering event. This kind of record could even be said to have surpassed the record left by Xuanyuan Peak in the past.

"You are more evil than Xuanyuan Peak in the past. I cannot let you go today, otherwise my Huoyun Cave will be in great trouble!"

There was a hint of emotion in the indifferent voice of the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint, and he cut his palm with a knife, which was something that Xuanyuan Peak could not do in the past.

Xuanyuan Feng used the peerless martial arts Five Emperors Fist, while Wei Fan only used the Four Symbols Sky-Splitting Slash, a saint-level martial art.

“Boom boom…”

The big hand emitted even more terrifying waves, but it changed from slapping to grabbing, as if it didn't want to kill Wei Fan right away.

"With such strength, you must have practiced the Imperial Martial Arts. Tell me the technique and I will give you a quick death!"

Wei Fan has such fighting power and talent, but it is impossible for him to have such strength without peerless martial arts.

Tian Chunqiu immediately set his eyes on Wei Fan's martial arts and wanted to obtain them, because even a force like the Huoyun Cave, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, did not have the imperial martial arts.

"You've even set your sights on my martial arts!"

Wei Fan's hair was flying wildly, and the Three Emperors Sutra in his body was running wildly. He shouted: "If you want my martial arts, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the three eyes of the soul opened at the same time, and the world in front of him seemed to slow down all of a sudden, and even Tian Chunqiu's pressure weakened.

A divine light shone from between his brows, and his eyes were like two cold lightning bolts. The huge hands that covered the sky and the sun became unreal and transparent in his eyes, thin in some places and thick in others.

"Seeing through weaknesses, is this one of the abilities of the third eye?"

Wei Fan suddenly realized something.

When he came out of seclusion before, he had not had time to study this transformation, and had not had time to check the panel before the formation was broken. He was still unclear about the benefits gained from this transformation.

At this moment, the third eye opened, and he instinctively understood the ability of the third eye.

Of course, the benefits of transformation are not limited to this. His understanding, mind, will, etc. also transform along with it.

"boom!"

A terrifying fist intention accumulated in his heart, and then erupted like a volcano.

Five Emperors Fist!

The terrifying fist shook the earth, as if it was going to overturn the sky. The big hand that grabbed it with all its might paused for a moment, as if it was about to be shaken away.

A tall and domineering figure appeared behind Wei Fan, and a terrifying aura seemed to descend between heaven and earth.

Inside Wei Fan's body, the Three Emperors Sutra was running wildly, the mark of the Nine-Nine True Skill was glowing, and the three-eyed spirit also stood up from its sitting position.

He swung his fist, and the soul in his sea of ​​consciousness followed suit, and the domineering and majestic figure behind him also followed suit.

"Do you know the Five Emperors Fist?" Tian Chunqiu's inappropriate voice sounded, but what responded to him was Wei Fan's most powerful punch.

The void was destroyed, and chaotic energy appeared. With a loud bang, the big hand trembled, unable to move forward, and bounced back.

Immediately afterwards, dense cracks appeared, and then it suddenly collapsed.

The blue-clothed Martial King screamed: "This is impossible..."

It was already unimaginable that the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint failed to kill Wei Fan with a single palm strike, and the big hand he grabbed out was actually shattered by Wei Fan's punch. This was far beyond the Xuanyuan Peak of the past.

"He has the strength to fight against the Martial Saint!" Feng Hua's heart was filled with excitement. He had never thought that Wei Fan could reach such a level and be able to defeat the immortals with a mortal. This was no longer comparable to the time when Xuanyuan Feng and the Martial Saint fought each other and survived with one punch. It was simply a myth.

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Wei Fan's robes fluttered, his hair danced, and he retreated hundreds of feet in the air.

The power of will swept out and calmed the surging blood.

"Who are you and why do you know the Five Emperors Fist!" Tian Chunqiu shouted, his voice full of fear and horror.

The Wei Fan in front of him is more evil and terrifying than the Xuanyuan Feng in the past, and more importantly, he also knows the Five Emperors Fist.

As everyone knows, the Five Emperors Fist is a peerless martial art that only Xuanyuan Peak can master. In the past two thousand years, there has not been a second person who can master the Five Emperors Fist. Suddenly, a monster appears and he also knows the Five Emperors Fist. He is very likely the successor of Xuanyuan Peak.

It is widely rumored in the martial arts world that Xuanyuan Feng has disappeared, but disappearance does not mean death. If Wei Fan is the successor of Xuanyuan Feng, he is not someone he can afford to offend. Killing the successor of Xuanyuan Feng openly is a slap in the face of Xuanyuan Feng.

No one knows what realm he is at now, as he is the greatest genius in two thousand years. But he is definitely not someone who can contend with someone like him who has only been a saint for three hundred years. He is an unparalleled figure who makes even demons and monsters tremble in fear. He can't afford to provoke him at all.

"I'm your father, I'll hit you if you want, why waste your words!"

Wei Fan let out a long roar, and his attack was successful. He became even more determined to fight. It was just an incarnation refined by the Martial Saint. If he couldn't destroy it with one punch, he would use ten punches.

"Looking for death!" Tian Chunqiu was furious, and the will of the Martial Saint swept over like an ocean, creating a huge wave in the void.

This is just his clone, with limited power. The energy it absorbed from the void had been exhausted in the previous attack.

But it doesn't matter. A thought of his is the most terrifying spiritual martial art for King Wu. The result will be the same if he is killed directly on the spiritual level.

Compared to the King of Martial Arts, the difference between the Martial Saint and the King of Martial Arts is not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of their soul and spirit.

A vast red ocean appeared in the void. This was the true manifestation of Tian Chunqiu's will and the embodiment of his mind.

When one reaches the realm of Martial Saint, the mind is no longer an illusory thing, but a visible and terrifying force. Even if one does not know the martial arts of the soul, one can still use it to kill the enemy. The only difference is whether one can exert the maximum power or not.

"If you don't tell me, I will extract your spirit and search your soul!"

Dao marks radiated from his body and extended into the void, making him look like he was one with the void.

Wei Fan did not say anything, but waved his hands, forming mysterious tracks. At the same time, the soul in his sea of ​​consciousness was also waving his hands, making the same movements.

Yuanshen martial arts mountain and river seal! An illusory mountain and river emerged, more real and more magnificent than ever before.

Wei Fan formed the final seal with his hands, and then smashed heavily into Tian Chunqiu's will.

The mountains and rivers emitted a heavy aura to suppress it. In an instant, the ocean rolled back and the waves collapsed.

"Ah...Spiritual Martial Arts!"

Tian Chunqiu screamed, his expression changed, and his aura dropped rapidly: "How can your Yuanshen realm be so terrifying?"

No matter how profound the martial arts are, one must have the strength to use them. Wei Fan's attack with his soul martial arts destroyed almost one tenth of the will in his clone.

That is to say, only ten more hits would be needed for his clone to be killed. It was incredible that the martial will of a Martial Saint had no advantage over a Martial King.

Even if Wei Fan's soul is not as good as that of a Martial Saint, it must not be much worse, otherwise it would be impossible to destroy so much will in his clone with just one blow.

If Wei Fan's aura and life level were not still at the Martial King level, he would have thought that he was fighting against a Martial Saint.

"kill!"

Wei Fan rushed over like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the void.

After fighting for so long, he roughly understood what the so-called clone was. It was nothing more than a part of the Martial Saint's will cut off and injected into a treasure that could carry the Martial Saint's will. It had the Martial Saint's thoughts and methods, but it was not a real Martial Saint, and had no connection with the original body.

No matter what means you have, there is no need to hold back in front of this kind of clone.

(End of this chapter)