A dull sound.

Just hearing it from afar can make you feel chest tightness and vomiting.

That's because Meng Xingran's speed was too fast and he broke through the atmosphere.

He raised his fist and hit him.

The air at the front of the fist did not have time to overflow, and wave-like ripples appeared.

This punch is majestic and powerful, showing its wilderness.

The power of a punch shakes the mountains and shakes the mountains.

Qin Xianyu's face was calm, but his eyes were slightly calm. He pushed the sword forward a little, and many traces suddenly appeared on the sword, which was the shape of a fire talisman.

The Yan Guyuan Sword Technique suddenly emerged, and the fire was burning.

Meng Xingran's expression remained unchanged and punched through the blazing flames.

After the fire, there was no Qin Xianyu.

"It's not slow."

Meng Xingran raised his head slightly and raised his hand.

Wherever the fist is faced, the skin is blooming, and the deep bones can be seen vaguely.

But when he shook his hands, it began to squirm gradually, and the flesh and blood healed.

Qin Xianyu felt more and more serious.

Meng Xingran was able to fight against the first-class sword technique, such as Yan Guyuan Sword Technique, which was secretly taught by Yandi. Although he was injured, he was not seriously injured.

"I originally heard that you claimed to be invincible for a hundred years, and I felt quite disdainful in my heart. In addition, it is said that you are Lin Jingtang's nephew. I regard Lin Jingtang as the enemy of this life, so naturally I don't want to bully the small ones by the big ones, so as not to be weaker when I fight Lin Jingtang again in the future."

Meng Xingran carried his hands on his back. Although he was young and frivolous, he had a corresponding domineering aura, which only made people feel unattainable and could not even look up to him. He said slowly: "But someone told me that your cultivation level is higher than that of Lin Jingtang, and your actual identity is even more comparable to Lin Jingtang. If I beat you, it is more important than winning ten Lin Jingtangs."

Qin Xianyu was silent for a moment, and then replied: "Lin Jingtang is a peerless sword immortal. No one can beat him ten times."

"I think so too." Meng Xingran said: "Lin Jingtang is a person who competes with me. There is no one among his peers. As a junior, how could you have such a weight? But now it seems that your cultivation is not necessarily ten times higher than Lin Jingtang. However... Since someone said that, it means that your identity is more extraordinary than Lin Jingtang..."

"You are not an ordinary four-generation disciple."

Meng Xingran said lightly: "Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the fog in Qin Xianyu's heart became a little clearer, and a line was vaguely connected, as if he had a little clarity on the purpose of the Wild Divine Sect.

"I am me...who else can it be?"

Qin Xianyu held the sword and said, "I am going to the Sect of the Wild Wild God. This is to borrow the Guanjiang Record, and the others are not important."

Meng Xingran nodded and said, "It's really not important."

He suddenly moved, his black hair flew, his eyes were like dark stars, deep and unpredictable.

A little chill arose in Qin Xianyu's heart and suddenly retreated.

Bang!

At Qin Xianyu's original foothold, it collapsed in an instant, sinking several feet in a radius of hundreds of feet. The earth cracked, and the mountains in the distance trembled.

Meng Xingran stepped on the earth. Then he jumped up, turned into a stream of light, and rushed to the sky.

Qin Xianyu used the Shouzheng Sword and slashed down with one sword.

"Come!"

Meng Xingran reached out to pick it up.

The sword blade slashed in his palm.

This sword is a secret sword played by Qin Xianyu, no less than the Taoist technique played by ordinary four-turn earth immortals.

However, Meng Xingran's body is so strong that it is even more powerful than the wilderness of the wilderness.

The sword fell on his hand. The blade cut in half, but it could not cut off his palm and was held tightly by him.

Qin Xianyu never thought that someone could take him with his bare hands and couldn't help but breathe.

boom!

But Meng Xingran did not stop. While he took the Shouzheng Sword, his other hand also smashed towards Qin Xianyu.

The strong wind blew on the face, and the blade became even worse.

Qin Xianyu's face hurt, but he was not panicked and raised his left hand.

Meng Xingran's punch hit Qin Xianyu's palm.

Qin Xianyu felt a sharp pain in his palm, and then his flesh and blood were eroded, and his bones were shattered inch by inch, from the palm to the wrist, and then his forearm. Then the entire arm was shattered and his bones were shattered.

Fortunately, he is an immortal body and has the power of immortals to protect his body, so he only stopped his injuries outside his arms and did not hurt his whole body.

But Meng Xingran is not having a good time either.

Because there was a trace in Qin Xianyu's palm, it was a thunder trace.

The thunder in the palm of the palms shines light between the fists and palms.

Thunder spread throughout Meng Xingran's body, from the outside to the flesh and the inside to the internal organs, and were all injured.

At the same time, the traces of the fire talisman on the Shouzheng Sword suddenly flashed, and the Yan Guyuan Sword Technique also flashed with fire.

Meng Xingran grabbed the sword blade's palm, and sizzled, white smoke curled up, and the smell of the cooked meat spread.

The Yan Guyuan Sword Technique can melt iron into gold. If Meng Xingran had not had a stunning body, his whole body would have been turned into sauce.

"good……"

The two suddenly separated.

Qin Xianyu frowned, and his left palm could no longer move. Even though he could be reborn with broken limbs, it was difficult to recover for a while.

Meng Xingran was the same. In comparison, he directly suffered the Yan Guyuan Sword Technique and the thunder in his palm. There was no gap between them, and his injuries were heavier than Qin Xianyu.

However, Meng Xingran did not take these injuries seriously. He still held his head with a little look down.

Qin Xianyu raised his sword, and the light of the Dongxu sword gradually accumulated.

Meng Xingran clenched his fists, even if he was injured, he could bring severe pain, but for him, he had suffered all kinds of pain since he was a child, and all the pains on his body were as good as nothing. His eyes were slightly stern, and he made a gesture of capturing the Peng and fighting dragon.

The technique of capturing the Peng and fighting the dragon is a method created by Meng Xingran. The technique of fighting the body is not a magic channel method, but it is not inferior to any magic channel method.

Qin Xianyu had long heard of this young man in the wilderness, and he also knew that this technique was powerful. He could capture the golden-winged roc from the top and fight against the wilderness dragon from the bottom, and could fully demonstrate Meng Xingran's own strengths.

Although Meng Xingran practiced the way of refining the body of gods and demons, it was different. The immortal true body of gods and demons he practiced was himself. Rather than saying that it was the method of gods and demons, it was more similar to the wild dragon that tempered the body.

Because this person took the path of Meng Changfeng in the past.

What ancient gods and demons, what darlings of heaven and earth, what mountain and river elves, and what natural true gods can compare to me?

They do not cultivate gods and demons, but only cultivate their own body.

After practicing to the greatest achievement...

It is a kind of god and demon in itself!

Meng Xingran himself is the immortal true body!

Qin Xianyu took a deep breath, and the Dongxu sword light suddenly burst out.

Meng Xingran shouted fiercely, shaking the mountains and rivers.

He walked away towards the light of the Dongxu sword.

The Dongxu sword light passed through his shoulders, and blood and flesh splattered.

Even with an extremely strong body, he could not resist the Dongxu sword light that was dedicated to attacking.

Meng Xingran's expression remained unchanged. When he came towards the light of the Dongxu Sword, he had already known the consequences. Because when he fought with Lin Jingtang, he had experienced a similar sword that could break all the methods.

But so what?

Meng Xingran's eyebrows were full of sharpness, without any concealment, and he had never been frustrated by a failure.

Faced with the same level of means, he never bothered to dodge and hide.

He would just go up and tear his opponent to death, and be born in blood.

Roaring loudly.
Chapter completed!