"Um?"

Standing in the rain and strong wind, Yan Wudi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You are not a martial arts master."

His tone was determined.

"You are a practitioner in the Qi refining stage!"

Yan Wudi's eyes were dim and unclear, and he slowly walked toward Ji Qiu, who was about ten feet away.

For a moment, the warriors on both sides were frightened and walked around.

The current situation is no longer clear to them.

First, Yan Wudi Beiming's whale-swallowing skill was unstoppable, and then there was the young monk from the Hanging Temple who could control the wind and rain with just a show of his sleeves!

Such scenes have never been experienced by the masters in the world, and they can't help but be shocked.

As Yan Wudi walked, his whole body was filled with true energy, rising from his Dantian and flowing through his limbs and bones.

The billowing energy and blood boiled from beneath his skin. Even the violent wind and rain falling from the sky could not get close to him. As soon as they came into contact, they were directly evaporated and turned into nothingness!

"It seems that I really underestimated it."

"How can a Qi-refining immortal family succumb to our Ming Dynasty?"

"but..."

Yan Wudi suppressed his laughter, and there was a hint of enthusiasm in his eyes.

"I, Yan Wudi, have killed countless powerful enemies in my life. Seven sects and eight lineages, martial arts families, ten hidden sects, and many experts are all ignored by me. That's why I claim to be invincible."

"But, I have never killed an immortal!"

"Monk, Yan, I have changed my mind."

Yan Wudi's voice fell slowly, and then he stepped forward, stood up, and shouted solemnly at the monk whose robe was unaffected by the wind and rain:

"I, Yan Wudi, have seen the wonders of immortality before, but I only regret that I have no chance of immortality, so I am wasting my time in the ordinary world."

"Today Bei Ming's Whale Swallowing Technique has been accomplished. I think he is not weaker than you so-called Qi Refining Immortals. The time and place are favorable and everyone is here. So I, Yan Wudi, came to see and experience the power of the so-called Immortal Family!"

Boundless true energy was attached to both palms. Facing the violent wind and rain, Yan Wudi did not show any timidity just because Ji Qiu showed off his Qi refining method. Instead, he ignited a strong will to fight and immediately launched a move!

Soul Chaser and Soul Snatcher!

One of the Zhenzong martial arts of the Daming Sect, it has sixteen hand variations. The moves are fierce and cunning, but also extremely cunning. Yan Wudi has already trained him into the state of transformation.

Come to think of it, even if the leader of the Jianglong Sect, King Jianglong, comes in person and uses his lifelong secret skill, the Dragon-Subduing Palm, he may not be able to get any benefits from his hands.

"Come, fight with me!"

This amazingly talented leader of the demon sect danced in black robes wildly, with overwhelming fighting spirit. With one breath, he was directly in front of Ji Qiu, and the luck of his two palms was instantly shot!

The momentum is like a fierce tiger, the fists and palms transform, and the strength penetrates!

Not to be underestimated!

In this regard, Ji Qiu will naturally not underestimate Yan Wudi.

"Thunder Seal, knot!"

The monk in white stepped back to avoid Yan Wudi's first attack, and the Tao seal outlined by spiritual energy in his hand was condensed in an instant.

The lightning seal with purple light appeared in Ji Qiu's hands and was used to defend against enemies for the first time.

"go!"

The seal was formed. Ji Qiu raised his eyes and looked at Yan Wudi who was flying over again. He pushed the formed thunder seal forward and let out a light scold!

Crackling!

The heavy rain poured down, and the thunder mark with a purple glow triggered an electric shock when it came into contact with the rain. It spread rapidly and hit the face of the black-robed leader in an instant!

Bang!

There was an explosion and a 'sizzling' sound was heard in the air. It was the thunder seal formed and the remaining power left behind by blasting away all the spiritual energy in it.

Looking back at this moment, Yan Wudi's figure had already taken several steps back with continuous "kicks".

Even the originally invincible momentum has been completely contained.

"Cough...cough cough cough!"

"Thunder Technique, is this the Thunder Technique of your Qi Refiners?"

There was fanaticism in his eyes, and Yan Wudi's face was now charred, and his hair was even more unbearable after being washed by the combination of rain and lightning.

He looked at his fleshy palms being blown to pieces, but he didn't care at all. Instead, after choking twice, he asked excitedly with unparalleled excitement and piety.

"What a terrifying power. This is simply the most powerful secret skill in the martial arts world, and it makes people's hearts palpitate!"

"Although it is just a condensed mark, I feel the power of God in it. It is really terrifying!"

"It's a pity that Yan doesn't have the opportunity to practice this method. It's a pity..."

At the end, Yan Wudi sighed a few words to himself, quite regretful, as if he was unwilling to do so because he could not practice this method.

"However, I will have no regrets if I can fight to the death with a Qi Refiner like you today!"

"I want to see whether I, Yan Wudi, who has practiced martial arts to this day, is stronger, or you, a Qi Refining Immortal who has embarked on the path of immortality, is stronger!"

As he finished speaking, Yan Wudi's eyes turned red, and the skin on his body began to become congested.

There was a hint of madness on his face.

This scene, when it fell into the eyes of the Daming Cult masters who were fighting with the righteous masters, almost made them scream in surprise.

Blood-burning magic!

Is the leader crazy?!

Even if they are defeated, they can still evacuate with their followers, so why do they need to use such desperate techniques?

This blood-burning method is a secret that is not taught by the Ming Dynasty. It can cause great damage to the human body. Once used, it can make the whole body's energy and blood boil and increase the combat power several times. However, the price paid for it is half a year's worth of damage.

Shou Yuan!

Even if he achieves innate martial arts skills, a master can only live for more than a hundred years.

Yan Wudi is nearly fifty this year. After using this method, how many more years will he have to live?

Not worth it!

But how can ordinary people understand the pride of this demon sect leader?

In Yan Wudi's heart, martial arts are superior, and there is no retreat when there is progress!

In a life-and-death battle, how can there be any escape? If he really retreats, his martial arts mentality will definitely be lacking in the future. For him who has practiced martial arts all his life, it would be better to just die!

What's more, the thunder seal just now caused him a lot of trauma. If he didn't use this blood-burning technique, he would have no chance of winning.

Therefore, he must use this desperate method!

"Monk, let's do it together?"

"I think the leader of the Demon Cult is on the wrong track. He wants to risk his life in a fight to the death with you!"

"This person's true energy is comparable to that of ordinary Qi Condensation monks and should not be underestimated!"

Zhao Huanzhen reacted very quickly at this time. He wanted to draw out the wooden sword in a flash and use the Taoist sword method.

But Ji Qiu stopped his movement.

"Brother Zhao Dao, there is no need to take action."

"Although this person has killed too much, his heart towards martial arts is extremely clear, which is rare in this world."

"Only someone like this deserves to be called a master!"

"You just stand aside for me and don't let anyone take advantage of this opportunity. Let the poor monk take action today to fulfill his long-cherished wish!"

Such a warrior, regardless of his character, but his temperament, is enough to be admired.

Therefore, Ji Qiu was willing to give him the respect of a warrior.

Of course, the premise of all this stems from Ji Qiu's self-confidence in himself.

Even if Yan Wudi has a great reputation and is unparalleled in the world, so what?

He firmly believes in himself.

Never lose!

Ji Qiu waved his sleeves and used his aura to control the Qinghong Sword. He then retreated instead of advancing, with his toes lowered a little. He immediately launched the sword technique in his hand, frequently countering Yan Wudi's palm moves!
Chapter completed!