Chapter 237: The Devil's Power and Horrifying Soul
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Under the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Tribulation Formation, more than a hundred Amber disciples were seriously injured and disabled. In addition to the three-color thunder pillars and those injured in the previous decisive battle, only more than a hundred Amber disciples were left standing among the more than 300 Amber disciples who besieged the two.
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Mo Xuanzhang was so angry that he could barely open his eyes. His internal organs were greatly traumatized by the thunder's backlash, and his body almost collapsed. He used the nine-level Tianyuan force to use the Dacheng realm's Jiuyao Thunderbolt
, this is an extremely dangerous thing to do, not to mention that Mo Xuanzhang was not using it at its peak.
Seeing the thunder field dissipated, both Amber and Yan Meng were shocked in their hearts, and the great elder above the clouds even trembled.
"This Mo Xuanzhang..." Gu Feichun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, looking like he wanted to eat Mo Xuanzhang alive.
The situation that originally stabilized the two of them was broken by him alone. Although Amber was still standing, although he did not fall, he was more or less affected by the sword formation and suffered some effects. On the other side, there was still a strongest person standing.
Combat strength.
"This kind of courage is beyond my reach!" A third-level Yuan Dao inner court disciple said with shame.
"There won't be any changes in this battle, right?" The other person half-squinted his eyes.
Mo Xuanzhang's Thunder Sword Formation was his strongest trump card. He almost destroyed Amber's two hundred late-stage Tianyuan, which no one present had thought of. Since Mo Xuanzhang has a trump card, who dares to say
Didn't Yan Ting? They remembered that when Yan Ting was at the fourth level of Tian Yuan, he defeated Mo Xuanzhang, who was at the eighth level of Tian Yuan.
Although Mo Xuanzhang sat down, he had not lost consciousness, which meant that the Amber disciples could still attack him. After the Amber disciples came to their senses, two people immediately rushed towards Mo Xuanzhang.
"Get out of here!" Yan Ting took action with hatred, and the dark demonic energy poured out from the center of his fist like a torrential rain. The faces of the two disciples changed drastically, and they suddenly turned around and fired out with both palms.
Although they all took action suddenly, Yan Ting's power was obviously far stronger than these two people. The moment he touched the demonic energy, his vitality collapsed instantly, arousing a burst of flying dust in the air, and the aftermath swept across, shaking the two people.
On the person's chest, the two people retreated at the same time. Suddenly a figure rushed out from the flying dust, as fast as lightning. The two of them didn't even have a chance to react, and their necks were already lifted up.
Yan Ting's eyes were like blood, and his long hair was dancing wildly. He slammed his arms to the ground, and the bodies of the two people fell suddenly, making two craters on the ground. All the internal organs were injured, and the inside was turbulent. A hot spring came from
Spewed out from the throat.
After kicking away the two unconscious Amber disciples, Yan Ting protected Mo Xuanzhang behind him and looked at the remaining more than a hundred people indifferently.
If there were more than a hundred Tianyuan who were at level eight or nine, they might have a chance to win if they fought to the death, but Mo Xuanzhang...
Thinking of this, he looked back slightly and thought of a way in his mind. As long as Mo Xuanzhang loses consciousness, according to the rules of the fight, Amber can't attack Mo Xuanzhang. He just needs to knock Mo Xuanzhang unconscious.
Just when he was about to raise his hand, he was shocked by Mo Xuanzhang's look. Those sharp eyes seemed to contain great power, stopping Yan Ting's actions.
"You want to knock me out?" Mo Xuanzang guessed Yan Ting's thoughts and suddenly let out a chuckle: "I, Mo Xuanzang, would rather be beaten to death than have it end hastily like this. Do you understand?"
Yan Ting's face was ugly and his brows were furrowed. He raised his palm and slowly lowered it, finally giving up the idea. With Mo Xuanzhang's stubborn temper, if he did this, he would probably not forgive himself.
"Don't worry, don't let them underestimate Yan Meng. I... can still get up!" Mo Xuanzhang supported the ground with his weak hands, trying to prop up his strong but weak body, but after trying several times, he couldn't.
No success.
In his current state, it was almost the limit to be able to open his eyes. How could he still stand up?
The corners of Yan Ting's eyes turned red. He turned away from looking at Mo Xuanzhang. After taking a deep breath,
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Taking the first step slowly.
A dark aura suddenly emerged from the soles of his feet for no apparent reason, like a burning flame. The aura spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body, and finally enveloped Yan Ting.
"This aura..." The Great Elder and Xiao Chengfan frowned at the same time. They stared at the black aura on Yan Ting's body, as if they wanted to find some clues in it.
"It's that black energy again, and it's so strong..." Everyone in the Yan League, who was secretly distressed by Mo Xuanzhang's serious injury, suddenly felt nervous.
Qin Feiling's face turned pale and she was biting her lips. Both of them had tried their best in this battle. If they still couldn't change the outcome, it could only be said that they were destined to die.
"The Seven Killing Curses of the Demonic Way are based on demonic energy, and demonic energy is transformed from Yuanqi. It is higher than Yuanqi in terms of level and stronger than Yuanqi, but it is also more difficult to control than Yuanqi. If you are not careful, you will be possessed by the devil.
The Qi backfired and turned into a demon."
This is what the man in black robe told him when he first started practicing the Seven Killing Curse of the Demonic Way. He has always known how powerful the demonic energy is, so he has never dared to use it more for so many years. However, in the past six months, he has used it very frequently and lost control several times.
Let him know that what the man in black robe said was true.
However, the frequent use of the Killing Curse also made him more aware of the evil spirit. He firmly believed that as long as he did not have the thought of killing, the evil thought would hardly erode his consciousness.
Although he has seen Yan Ting use this power many times, the pressure released by the black energy at this moment has far exceeded all the powers Yan Ting has used in the past. Xiao Chengfan's face gradually became nervous, and he knew this power well.
He is powerful, but he also knows that the more powerful the power, the harder it is to control, especially this unknown elemental skill of unknown origin, which is the most terrifying.
Looking at Yan Ting who was swallowed up by the demonic energy, no one among the more than a hundred people left in Hu Hua dared to take a step forward.
"Sure enough, you have something hidden!" Mo Xuanzhang smiled bitterly. He was always worried that Yan Ting would not be able to deal with these people. Feeling this soul-shocking aura, he finally felt relieved.
A wave of demonic power, like that released by a demon from the abyss, swept through everyone's hearts. Their hearts trembled violently, and their souls violently turbulent. Facing this terrifying demonic power, everyone's last inner defense line could not be attacked.
break.
"Uh-huh-uh-uh--" Countless strange screams rang out. Under the heart-shaking fear, more than a hundred people lost their ability to control themselves. They roared almost at the same time and rushed towards Yan Ting.
For a moment, countless forces blasted toward Yan Ting like colorful ribbons. Yan Ting pushed back with his left hand, and a gentle force carried Mo Xuanzhang's body dozens of feet away to prevent him from being affected.
Yan Ting turned sideways to dodge the approaching Yuan Qi attack, and ran with meteoric strides. His fist surrounded by demonic Qi ruthlessly hit the chest of a ninth-level Tian Yuan. The man's head fell back, his sternum was cracked, and his internal organs were injured.
Several people flew out together.
Yan Ting's body was instantly submerged in the wave of hundreds of people, but the power of the black energy was extremely conspicuous. One after another, people were tumbling off the ground, and then fell to the ground in embarrassment. Under Yan Ting's absolute physical strength, these late-stage Tianyuan were like fragile
A straw man will collapse with one punch.
Looking at Yan Ting who was unparalleled in the crowd, Yu Xiao frowned slightly: "Compared to Mo Xuanzhang's thunderous sweep, Yan Ting seems to be better at close combat. His physical strength and fighting skills are far inferior to these people.
Comparably, with this black energy wrapped around him, his strength and defense have been greatly improved, and he can defeat the enemy in one fell swoop even without using his vitality."
"One is Yan Ting and the other is Mo Xuanzhang. It's really hard to guess."
Yan Ting looked indifferent. People say that two fists are difficult to defeat with four hands, but at this moment, Yan Ting was clearly using his own strength to suppress a hundred people. You punched, I slapped, the two of them exchanged attacks, but the other party was instantly defeated.
One punch was not enough to defeat him, so Yan Ting punched him again.
The five people behind him jointly launched a blow, and the majestic power rushed towards him like an overwhelming force. Yan Ting pushed it out with one hand, and a dark ripple appeared in the palm of his hand. This was the defense gathered by the demonic energy, and it could directly resist the combined efforts of the four people.
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The huge force of the blow shook the people around him away. Yan Ting grabbed a person's arm with one hand, then spun strangely and came behind the person.
His arm naturally twisted backwards, and the almost tearing pain spread crazily on his arm, making him scream in pain. Yan Ting kicked him on the lower side of his thigh, and he knelt down directly on his knees due to the force of the kick.
, pressing out two deep pits in the ground.
Yan Ting raised a foot and stepped on his back. Withstanding the heavy kick, the spine of this man with ninth-level Tianyuan cultivation was almost broken. He fell down heavily and could not even get up.
"Don't engage in close combat with him. Move away and consume him." One person gritted his teeth and roared.
Hearing this man's words, the remaining people all moved around to trap Yan Ting. Yan Ting swept across the crowd coldly, and jumped up with the help of the broken body under his feet. Suddenly, a magic light appeared like a fallen corpse.
It fell down like a star from the sky and exploded among the crowd.
boom!
The seven people were the first to bear the brunt, blood spilled in the air, and when they looked again, they had disappeared. Yan Ting raised his eyebrows and flashed in front of a ninth-level Tianyuan. The man's reaction speed was also extremely fast. He immediately punched out his fists, and Yan Ting's left hand
Swinging horizontally, the straight fist suddenly reversed its trajectory. Yan Ting pushed up with his right hand, leaving a bright red mark on his jaw. The distance directly broke four of his teeth, and he flew away with the person.
Being simple and rough is Yan Ting's consistent principle in fighting. When faced with a number of people far greater than himself, he also likes to charge into battle and stir up trouble in the crowd.
"Ah——" There was a roar, and two ninth-level Tianyuan punched and kicked at the same time.
Yan Ting punched in mid-air with his right arm, grabbing the domineering fist accurately without any trembling in his arm. He kicked out with his left foot, and faced the shocking kick, the ninth-level Tianyuan body
Flying upside down, Yan Ting also took a few steps back, pulled another ninth-level Tianyuan, and violently hit his lower abdomen with his left fist.
"Pfft!" The man's waist was bent at an extremely weird ninety degrees, almost kneeling down in pain. Yan Ting let go of his wrist and swung his kick across his face.
In an instant, the ninth-level Tianyuan flew out like a high-speed spinning top.
These are all ninth-level Tianyuan, which is the limit of the Tianyuan realm. But at this moment, Yan Ting is being crushed like a child in front of him. Although this kind of fight with fists and feet is not as grand and shocking as sweeping thousands of armies, it gives people a different feeling.
It's even more tragic.
A punch and a kick, no fancy gestures, but it made the nine-level Tianyuan people's livers and gallbladders burst, and their hearts and souls were horrified.
For those who truly endured that blow, I am afraid that it will become a nightmare that will haunt them for the rest of their lives.
Time passed very slowly, in the eyes of those Amber disciples who fought hard with Yan Ting. They were always looking for the moment when Yan Ting made a mistake, and wanted to seize this opportunity to inflict heavy damage on Yan Ting. But the mistake was found,
But no one dared to go up and implement it. They didn't dare, because if they made a mistake, they would be bombarded by Yan Ting's terrifying demonic power.
The black power hit the body, like breaking bones and breaking arms. The pain lasted for a moment, but the pain lasted a lifetime.
No one wants to go through it, but they have to go through it. However, everyone hopes that their turn will be slower.
When Mo Xuanzhang swept through everyone, they had no choice. In the sword formation, everyone had a clear goal and could only protect themselves. But now that Yan Ting was besieged alone, self-protection was obviously impossible.
The only way is to use all your strength to defeat Yan Ting, but who is confident that he can do it?
First there was the demonic power that frightened the soul, and then there was the crushing heartbreak. More than a hundred people in Amber wanted to give up the fight, or wanted to escape. Their attacks fell on Yan Ting, as if they were tickling him, which was even more mentally frustrating.
