Chapter 403 Demon Child's Rival
After coming out of the blood mud space, Tang Wanzhou did not take action immediately. He and Li Weiyi hid in the darkness at the edge of the battlefield.
There are graves and tombstones all around, and the Dharma energy is very strong.
Tang Wanzhou quietly observed the battle in the distance: "Zuoqiu Ling has only been in the realm of immortality for five years, but his cultivation and combat power have improved so much. In a one-on-one duel, it would take the Devil Boy thirty or forty moves to completely defeat him. With Song Yulou's help, the two of them can really hold the Devil Boy back by adopting a strategy of fighting and retreating."
Li Weiyi had witnessed the terrifying combat power of the demon boy at the same level.
Even Cao Shisan and Chen Huang, the strongest men at the ninth level of the Dao Seed Realm, were easily toyed with by the demon boy even when they joined forces. They ended up in a miserable defeat and had no power to fight back at all.
An ordinary inheritor of the same realm might not be able to block the demon boy’s ten moves.
Tang Wanzhou suddenly asked, "Who is your beautiful master? If she takes action, she is stronger than Zuoqiu Ling. She should be ranked first in her generation, but I have never heard of her name."
Tang Wanzhou, who was less than 40 years old, naturally did not put himself in the group of people around 60 years old such as Zuoqiu Ling, Song Yulou, Li Songgu, Yao Qingxuan and Yao Qian.
Li Weiyi didn't answer her. He was very worried and asked her, "Shaojun has been hiding here. Is he afraid?"
Tang Wanzhou was too lazy to argue and said confidently and calmly: "Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou have been heading south. If I'm not mistaken, the immortal masters of the Zuoqiu Menting faction are on their way. If they can get rid of the demon boy, I won't have to take action!"
For Xue Jian Tang Ting, it is natural that he hopes to see Zuo Qiumen caught up in the vortex of fighting in Lingxiao City.
The two largest human forces in Lingxiao Biota, apart from the imperial court, are Zuoqiu Clan in the south and Xuejian Tang Clan in the north. Both are full of experts and their influence covers several states.
"boom!"
“Boom!”
…
Zuo Qiu Ling took on ten violent punches from the demon boy and flew straight backwards. Blood was oozing from his mouth and nose, the skin on his ten fingers was cracked, and his arms were numb and unconscious.
The demon boy's body was as nimble as a monkey, jumping and moving, pursuing the opponent and not giving Zuoqiu Ling a chance to heal his wounds and recover his strength.
"Ten Thousand Slaves Slash!"
Song Yulou appeared diagonally to the right of Zuoqiu Ling, holding the sword in both hands. The magical energy in his body gushed out and turned into a thick blue cloud several miles long.
A knife swung out!
The blue clouds, scriptures, and sword energy intertwined together and condensed into thousands of troops on the snowy plains, with the sound of horse hooves and war drums booming.
The sword cuts the earth with unparalleled force.
If the demon boy insists on his own way and continues to attack Zuoqiu Ling, he will have to withstand Song Yulou's sword.
Even if he could severely injure Zuoqiu Ling, he would also be injured.
"The power of the sword is quite good, it is a treasure. But unfortunately, the sword skills are far from perfect!"
The demon boy shifted his mind, locked his eyes on Song Yulou, and controlled hundreds of demons to collide with the rushing troops, defeating them all with a crushing force.
With a swish, the figure of the demon boy grew bigger in Song Yulou's pupils and appeared in front of him in an instant.
The five fingers of his right hand clenched into a claw, and magical energy flowed between his fingers. It was a Taoist technique of grabbing something and directly grabbing the blade of the saber.
Song Yulou was shocked. He had never seen anyone of the same level catch his sword with bare hands. This was a thousand-character weapon. It was so powerful and sharp. How could a flesh and blood body block it?
The demon boy clenched his left fist, wanting to hit Song Yulou in the chest.
Song Yulou had no time to dodge or resist, so he had to desperately mobilize his magical energy and activate the magical weapon armor on his body, inspiring three thousand scriptures to condense into a half-real and half-virtual jade bell to protect his body.
“Ouch!”
Zuo Qiu Ling let out a long roar, and after the magic energy in his body circulated for a circle, his arms recovered, and he moved his body sideways, and struck the demon boy with a palm.
In the palm of the hand, dense scriptures flowed out and formed the seal of Bagua.
If the demon boy's punch landed, Song Yulou would certainly be unable to block it.
But next, he would have to withstand Zuoqiu Ling's palm strike, and the consequences could be imagined.
This is the disadvantage of fighting one against two. Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou are not ordinary people. It is difficult to defeat or kill one of them quickly. Unless the demon boy is mentally prepared to pay a terrible price.
But why did he choose to pay such a terrible price?
The demon boy frowned and gave up on attacking Song Yulou. He kicked him and the Jingwen Qingyu Bell away, and punched towards Zuoqiu Ling's Bagua handprint.
"boom!"
The ground exploded beneath their feet.
The demon boy used his mind to control hundreds of demon heads, which fell from the sky, knocked Zuo Qiu Ling into the ground, and then punched him again and again.
The shadow of the fist was even bigger than the demon boy's body, with countless scriptures intertwined on it, colliding with the nine-colored rays of light and the eight trigrams marks that emerged from the ground.
"Bang! Bang..."
Zuo Qiu Ling was locked in place by the demon boy's thoughts, his spiritual manifestations, and his magical energy. He could neither escape nor return to the ground. He could only hold on desperately, as the protective runes on his body were blown up layer by layer.
“Wow!”
The cold wind blew from the south, passing through the hundreds of miles of snowy forest.
In the wind, a figure in armor flew over the snow forest, rushing over like an arrow from a bow. He exerted a palm force as powerful as a mountain and sea, and countless wind blades condensed around him, surging out along with the palm print.
Tang Wanzhou stared at the figure coming from the south: "This palm technique again, are you from the Jiuli tribe?"
It is the fundamental martial art of the Yaoli tribe, the Tianfeng Palm.
In the underground fairy palace, Yao Qingxuan once used the Sky Wind Palm Technique to cause Tang Wanzhou, who was in the ninth level of the Dao Seed Realm, to suffer a great loss.
Li Weiyi nodded slightly.
The one who came was Yao Xingyue, the leader of the Jiuli tribe.
He is Yao Qingxuan's elder brother and Yin Ershisi's father.
Yao Xingyue obtained the elixir of immortality from Zuoqiu Menting and broke through to the realm of immortality.
"boom!"
"boom!"
After seven fights within a breath, Song Yulou and Yao Xingyue were no match for him and were thrown backwards.
After Yao Xingyue landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood on the snow, and his chest armor was dented. Song Yulou was already seriously injured, and he was beaten to one knee, his whole body seemed to be falling apart.
Taking this opportunity, Zuoqiu Ling escaped from underground and joined the two of them.
Zuo Qiu Ling was injured even more seriously than the other two. His skin was beaten to pieces and he turned into a bloody man.
"How can this devil be so strong? If Qingxuan were still alive, no one at the same level would be his match." Yao Xingyue simply couldn't imagine that a person's fighting power could be so terrifying.
All three of them were circulating their magical energy to quickly heal their wounds and regulate their breathing.
The demon boy stood on a pillar of demonic energy several dozen feet high, with hundreds of demon heads gathered around him, and he was not injured at all: "Another one! Well, today I will kill all the martial artists at the level of your Lingxiao Shengjing to the breaking point."
Song Yulou said: "This demon boy is definitely a young emperor-level existence. Let's gather some more people and fight him together! With just the three of us, we will all be defeated here within half an hour."
Zuoqiu Ling's body was as majestic as a mountain, his eyes solemn. "If we flee directly, it means that our hearts are filled with fear, our fighting spirit is gone, and our will is annihilated. We will definitely die faster. The three of us will retreat south together, fighting and retreating. The masters of Zuoqiu Sect will arrive one after another."
When Song Yulou thought of Cao Shisan and Chen Huang in the West Sea Palace, he suddenly felt a chill.
He and Zuoqiu Ling were able to fight the demon boy for thousands of miles and survive. In addition to their good cooperation, the biggest reason was that they were strong and tenacious enough and always had the determination to die together.
"My will has wavered!" Song Yulou rallied himself, gritted his teeth and grabbed the knife.
"I have brought the Yaoli tribe's most important weapon, the Medicine King Furnace, which should be able to deal with this beast."
Spatial fluctuations were heard from Yao Xingyue’s ancestral field.
A purple-red ancient alchemy furnace flew out, slowly spinning in the magical energy, gradually growing larger, and bursting out with brighter and brighter flames, illuminating the sky and the earth with red, and the heat was astonishing.
It is a ten thousand character vessel, with densely packed scriptures inside.
"If you can be invincible simply by relying on magic tools, then why practice Taoism?"
The demon boy performed a kind of Taoist magic and disappeared in front of the three people.
At the same level, there are only two ways to deal with an opponent who wields a powerful weapon.
First, I also have powerful weapons of the same level.
Second, speed.
As long as the speed is fast enough, no matter how powerful the weapon is, it cannot hit him.
I can't find the figure, and I can't catch up with the footsteps.
As long as the speed is fast enough, the person wielding the heavy weapon will be killed before it can unleash its power.
Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou shot out a column of magic energy to help Yao Xingyue activate the Medicine King Furnace. At the same time, the three of them released the Dao Heart External Image. Only with the three Dao Heart External Images added to their bodies did they restrict the demon boy's movements and capture his figure.
But, it was too late!
"careful……"
Zuoqiu Ling roared.
The three of them were knocked away by hundreds of demons. The Medicine King Furnace was out of control and with a bang, it was kicked dozens of miles away by the demon boy.
"boom!"
The Medicine King Furnace fell on a small hill, causing the mountain to crack. Flames and magical energy were released, turning the surroundings into a red fire field.
The demon boy laughed loudly, sometimes his laughter sounded like that of a child and sometimes that of a middle-aged person.
Suddenly, the laughter stopped, his eyes became solemn, and he looked towards the fire field in the distance, feeling an unusual thought.
"Are there any other experts?"
The sky was covered with thick clouds, and snowflakes the size of goose feathers were falling.
The sound of swords was extremely harsh, like a string of a guitar being pulled between the sky and the earth, and the strings were constantly being broken.
Zuoqiu Ling, Song Yulou and Yao Xingyue each had their own miserable looks, but at this moment they all looked at each other with ecstasy in their eyes.
Song Yulou laughed loudly and said, "Demon boy, your opponent has appeared!"
The night sky was burned red by the fire, and there were graves everywhere on the ground.
In the black dust, a tall and slender figure slowly walked over from a distance of several miles. She held up her long hair with both hands and tied it into a high ponytail.
"Opponent? Interesting!"
The demon boy narrowed his eyes at the pillar of demonic energy under his feet, which suddenly rose several thousand meters and his body appeared in the air above the clouds.
The next moment, under the pull of his vast Dao heart, the entire cloud layer pressed down, lower and lower, covering the land within a radius of dozens of miles.
In an instant, the clouds that were dozens of miles thick shrank into a small ball and turned into a fist force.
The demon boy had actually crossed more than ten miles and appeared in front of Tang Wanzhou.
“Bang!”
Tang Wanzhou raised his palm and caught the punch steadily.
Under her feet, snowflakes, dust, and gravel spread out in all directions along with a wave of energy.
Dozens of miles of clouds and fog also exploded in an instant.
The demon boy's pupils shrank sharply. He didn't expect that she could stand still and unload all his punches into the ground. This martial arts attainment was simply unfathomable.
Without waiting for him to change his moves, Tang Wanzhou changed his palm into a fist and hit his fist.
"boom!"
The demon boy flew backwards for more than a mile, and then retreated six or seven steps, with a sharp pain in his fingers. Realizing that the person coming was not a trivial person, he immediately stretched out his hand, raised it above his head, and summoned hundreds of demon heads to float behind him.
(End of this chapter)
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