Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Yi Yang's mental power had already detected the trajectories of the two attacks in the first half of the breath.

He shifted his body half a foot to the right, avoiding the area affected by the palm strike.

Xuan Yuan held the blade horizontally in front of his chest, the spine of the blade blocking the Vajra Fist.

boom.

A muffled thud erupted from the blade, sending a shockwave scattering a ring of gravel.

Yi Yang's internal organs were jolted. A metallic sweetness welled up in his mouth, which he swallowed back.

Take five steps back.

My heels sank into the mud.

This is the perfection of True Qi.

Before the opponent even used his internal energy to create a phantom image, his strength, relying solely on his physical body and martial arts, was already far greater than that of the demonic beasts he had fought before.

Yi Yang swallowed the taste of blood in his mouth and pulled Xuan Yuan to his side.

We cannot passively endure being beaten; if we are continuously crushed by those at the peak of True Qi, we will eventually be unable to withstand it.

Nine Peaks Sword Technique, the pinnacle.

Although it is only a superior martial art, it is enough to exert considerable power in Yi Yang's hands.

The blade traced a bluish-green arc.

The angle of this strike was tricky, slashing at the gap under Xuan Yi's armpit after he retracted his fist, a gap of less than half a breath.

Within the hundred-foot-wide field of spiritual power, Yi Yang memorized every contraction of Xuan Yi's muscles, the flow of true energy in every meridian, and the hair-thin gap between his right fist retracting and his left palm changing moves.

But as expected of a renowned expert of his age, Xuan Yi's reaction was extremely fast.

His waist leaned back three inches.

The blade grazed past the front of his chin.

The bluish-green blade energy flew past his neck, cutting a two-foot-deep gash in the rock wall behind him.

Wow, that was fast.

Xuan Yi's gaze changed.

This old man's swordsmanship is quite good, and his timing is more precise than many late-stage True Qi martial artists.

But what alarmed him even more was that the timing of the stab was too perfect.

It precisely timed its attack during the opening when he changed his move.

It wasn't luck.

It was observed.

Xuan Yi didn't give himself any more time to think.

His footwork began to change, circling around Yi Yang, switching attack angles with each step.

The "Subduing Demon Vajra Fist" has shifted its attack style from frontal assaults to multi-faceted offensives.

Every punch he threw was powerful and heavy.

Xuan Yuan of Yiyang was overwhelmed with work.

Xuan Yi's fist speed was extremely fast, enhanced by his perfected True Qi body. Seven consecutive punches landed on the blade's surface and spine, with two punches bypassing the blade to strike Yi Yang's shoulder and ribs.

His body was forced to retreat repeatedly by the blows, but Yi Yang's injuries were not serious.

After enduring these attacks, the muscles under the skin of the body that had reached the minor stage of the "Martial Dragon Elephant Body" contracted and then rebounded.

The sound transmitted from the bones was not a cracking sound, but a dull, creaking vibration.

The dent on his shoulder swelled up after two breaths, as the self-healing properties of Yi Mu Zhen Gang circulated on his body surface, and the bruises under his skin quickly dissipated.

Xuan Yi stared at the speed at which Yi Yang recovered after being attacked, thinking to himself:

This physical body is stronger than most of the elders at Jinyang Temple who cultivate the true art of physical training.

After more than thirty moves.

Although Xuan Yi continued to inflict more injuries on Yi Yang, none of them were fatal.

Moreover, Yi Yang's swordsmanship is not easy to deal with; every few moves, he would make a counter-slash from a tricky angle.

What made Xuan Yi even more anxious was the passage of time.

Lu Quan'an is in the main hall on the back mountain.

Although he used a final strike to delay when he fled, Lu Quan'an's strength was enough to neutralize it in ten breaths at most.

If that monster senses the situation here, it will definitely come over.

If Lu Quan'an catches up, he'll be trapped like a turtle in a jar.

Can't delay any longer.

Xuan Yi retreated ten feet.

Put your palms together in prayer position.

His aura surged to a new level. Golden light shot up from the top of his head, churning and condensing in mid-air.

The golden Buddha statue was reshaped.

This time, the Buddha statue was almost half the size of the one used when facing Xu Yuhu, less than two zhang tall, and the golden light was not as clear. The right arm looked somewhat illusory.

The consumption is too great; it can no longer maintain the phantom image at its peak.

Even if it only has 60% of its full power, it is still something that a late-stage True Qi cultivator cannot withstand.

The demon-subduing seal of the phantom Buddha statue was pushed out towards Yiyang.

The golden palm wind transformed into a wall and pressed down.

The blast wave sent pebbles flying from the ground. The air was compressed and hissed.

Yi Yang's hair was blown back by the wind pressure, and the ground beneath his feet was cracking.

A crushing defeat across a whole realm.

Yi Yang's breathing quickened for a couple of beats, his mind racing.

The "Nine Peaks Saber Technique" couldn't withstand this palm strike, nor could the "Azure Dragon Emerges from the Abyss."

All his conventional methods were now useless against the illusory attack of a True Qi Perfection cultivator.

The Demon-Subduing Seal was still seven zhang away from him.

Six zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Five zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Yi Yang did not retreat; instead, he gripped Xuan Yuan's sword hilt tightly.

The moment the palm touched it, all the mental energy in my mind was poured into it.

After sensing its master's spirit, a cool force surged from the blade into Yi Yang's meridians through his palm.

At this moment, the dark patterns that had been dormant for a long time on Xuan Yuan's pitch-black blade lit up.

It's not a bluish-green color.

It was a darker shade of ink than the dead of night, spreading from the guard to the tip of the blade.

This signifies the awakening of the spirit weapon.

As the wave spread out, the demon-subduing seal of the phantom Buddha statue pressed down to within seven feet of Yi Yang.

They paused for a moment.

The aura released by the spirit weapon clashed briefly with the qi of the phantom.

Upon seeing this, Xuan Yi paused for a moment while maintaining the illusory image of the Buddha statue.

The golden light of the Buddha statue's phantom and the blackness of Xuan Yuan intertwined at a distance of seven feet. The rubble was pulverized and floated into the sky as the two completely different forces tore at each other, emitting a hissing sound of exploding air.

Yi Yang held Xuan Yuan and poured all the Yi Wood True Qi in his body into it at once.

The blade hummed.

The vibration traveled up my arm and spread throughout my body.

The dark patterns on Xuan Yuan's body were now completely illuminated.

Inky light surged from the blade, condensing into a visible layer of black aura at the edge.

Fine lines meander along the edge of that black, icy blade, like some ancient script coming to life on the blade.

Upon seeing this scene, Yi Yang couldn't help but recall the feeling after his mental breakthrough. After mastering the "Mind Monkey Guardian Technique" and breaking through his mental barrier, he had a stronger control over "Xuan Yuan".

This power, originating from the "Mysterious Abyss," manifests in the world as a black, powerful force representing death.

Yi Yang didn't give Xuan Yi a chance to ask.

As the true essence of Yi Wood within his body poured into Xuan Yuan, "Azure Dragon Emerging from the Abyss" condensed and took shape on the Xuan Yi Blade.

A dragon-shaped blade aura surged forth from Xuan Yuan's blade.

But this time is different from the past.

After the spirit weapon absorbed three-tenths of Yi Yang's true energy, the color of the dragon-shaped blade energy changed from cyan to dark green, almost black.

When the ferocious and terrifying dragon head was raised, an invisible sharpness was held in its mouth. It was the sharpness of the spiritual weapon itself superimposed on the sword's momentum.

This blade cuts through everything!

The dark green dragon-shaped blade energy collided with the demon-subduing seal descending from the Buddha statue.

The two completely different forces collided without a sound.

However, the immense energy caused the ground within a three-zhang radius to collapse by half a foot, and the rubble turned into dust that floated into the sky.

The dragon-shaped blade energy, carrying boundless sharpness, pierced into the palm of the Demon-Subduing Seal.

A slit was torn open in the golden aura in the Buddha statue's hand, and a dark green dragon head rushed into the crack without hesitation.

The dragon's body coiled around the Buddha's giant arm, its ferocious head aimed straight for the joint of the arm, and its long dragon tail swung violently at the end of the blade's edge.

"when!!!"

The dragon-shaped true energy tore off one of the Buddha statue's arms with a single bite.

The illusory image was severely damaged, and bloodstains appeared on one of Xuan Yi's arms, staining the sleeve of his monk's robe red.

But the old monk seemed to have no sense of pain.

He closed the demon-subduing mudra on his other hand, tightened his five fingers, and grabbed the dragon-shaped blade energy wrapped around his other hand.

Xuan Yi gripped tightly and crushed the true dragon in his palm.

The dark green light exploded into countless fragments in the golden palm.

The force of the recoil traveled from Xuan Yuan back to Yi Yang's arm, causing a bloody gash to appear on his hand, and his fingers almost slipped from his grip on the hilt of the knife.

Xuan Yuan shook it twice in his palm, and Yi Yang gritted his teeth to keep it from slipping out of his hand.

As the dragon-shaped blade energy shattered, the last remaining hand of the Buddha statue in the sky slammed down.

A golden palm strike, carrying an overwhelming weight, slammed towards Yi Yang's crown.

There wasn't time to dodge.

Yi Yang gritted his teeth and activated the "Martial Dragon Elephant Body" at full power.

A very thin layer of golden light appeared on the surface of the body—it was the pale golden luster of blood after minor success that was reflected through the skin.

At the same time, the "internal cultivation of the five internal organs" operates synchronously within the body, and the vibrations of the five internal organs are gradually resolved by the practice.

The Buddha's palm struck Yi Yang's arms, which were raised above his head.

His feet sank into the ground from his ankles.

His knees were bent at a 90-degree angle.

The spine made a series of cracking sounds.

The fishy taste seeped out of my mouth from biting my teeth.

But he didn't lie down.

The power of the Buddha's Palm was dispersed throughout the body by the Martial Extreme Dragon Elephant Body and the internal energy of the five internal organs, and was not concentrated at any one point.

Yi Yang's arms trembled, the muscle fibers under his skin twisted and tore, only to be repaired and reconnected by Yi Mu Zhengang's self-healing, in an endless cycle.

He took the blow.

Xuan Yi's eyebrows furrowed, indicating he was not in a good state.

Although his demon-subduing hand seals were not as powerful as they were at their peak, they were still attacks at the level of perfect True Qi.

He survived after receiving the drug?

He re-examined Yi Yang, who was half-sunken in the mud, and sensed the surrounding situation.

While enduring the Buddha's palm strike, Yi Yang quickly pondered.

The illusory image formed by the condensed energy is connected to the main body; if the main body is injured, the illusory image will also waver.

He had already proven this when he cut off the Buddha statue's arm earlier—Xuan Yi's own arm bled as a result.

Then let's not waste time on the phantom.

Directly attack the profound meaning.

Yi Yang gathered his strength in his feet. "Flowing Crane Soaring Through the Clouds" erupted in the mud pit, and he emerged from under the Buddha's palm, using the rebound force from being slammed into the ground to propel himself out.

Push the speed to the limit.

He traversed several meters close to the ground, and Xuan Yuan spun halfway in his right hand before slashing at Xuan Yi, who was standing directly below the illusory image of the Buddha statue.

Xuan Yi's Zen-like posture was interrupted.

But the old monk's reaction was still surprisingly fast. He used his only intact arm to throw a punch to stop Yi Yang, his fist wrapped in golden energy as he met the attack.

The fist met the blade.

when.

Xuan Yuan's spiritual weapon's sharp energy pierced through Xuan Yi's protective aura, leaving a second cut on his fist.

This time, the wound was deep enough to see bone, and pale golden blood beads seeped from the crack, trickling down the knuckles.

Yi Yang didn't give him a chance to create distance.

Xuan Yi threw a right punch, but Yi Yang dodged it by sidestepping and brought his left hand together with two fingers.

The second level of "Mysterious Intent Calamity Extinction Finger," "Invasion Meridian," condenses a wisp of extremely fine but terrifyingly dense internal energy between the fingers.

Two fingers jabbed at Xuan Yi's right shoulder, where he couldn't retract his fist in time.

The force of invasion penetrates the meridians along the shoulder joint.

Xuan Yi's right arm suddenly went numb, and the flow of his true energy from his shoulder to his elbow was interrupted for two beats, leaving him unable to exert any strength.

Faced with this life-or-death crisis, the old monk finally couldn't keep a straight face.

He hadn't expected that this old man in the late stage of True Qi would have a special method to deal with external martial arts techniques.

The protective aura was directly penetrated, and the hidden force surged wildly through the meridians.

Xuan Yi twisted his upper body to dodge Yi Yang's second finger, but the Vajra Fist technique dissipated.

The illusory image of the Buddha statue above swayed slightly. The already ethereal right arm became even more transparent.

Yi Yang saw a smile appear on the other party's shocked and angry face.

The "Mysterious Meaning Calamity Extinction Finger" also contains the words "Mysterious Meaning," so it's a kind of fate that it hits the Mysterious Meaning Old Monk at this moment.

The stinging pain from the invasion of the meridians in his right arm caused Xuan Yi to lose his composure briefly.

He suddenly retreated ten feet to create distance. The golden light of the phantom Buddha image above his head surged, and the Demon-Subduing Seal slammed down from the sky.

The ground within a radius of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) sank simultaneously.

The air pressure pressed all the surrounding wood and flying stones to the ground. The crisp sound of branches breaking echoed, and several pine trees that had not yet been affected split from the roots, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Yi Yang's knees almost buckled.

The "Martial Dragon Elephant Body" hummed within his body, his bones bearing the ultimate pressure. He gripped the Xuan Yuan sword tightly with both hands, its blade held upright above his head, the dark blade light released after the spiritual weapon absorbed true energy clashing with the golden hand.

But it won't last long.

Yi Yang knew this clearly. If he continued to stubbornly resist, even if his physical body didn't collapse, his true energy would be exhausted first.

His foundation was only at the mid-stage of True Qi, and he had only broken through to the late stage a few days ago. The total amount of Qi in his Qi Sea was two levels lower than that of the old monsters who had reached the Perfection stage.

Trying to outlast your opponent is suicidal.

We have to use that trick.

Yi Yang closed his eyes.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the nine-foot-tall golden-haired ape phantom suddenly opened its eyes. The ape stood up, its entire body bursting with golden light, and opened its mouth to let out a silent roar.

A massive, invisible torrent of spiritual energy surged forth from Yi Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

It pierced through the skull and rolled straight towards the profound meaning thirty feet away.

It wasn't the tentative, half-hearted release he had shown with Mo Huai-ren before.

It was a full-force attack.

The mental power after mastering the "Mind Monkey Guarding the Will Technique" is infused with all of my will and killing intent, transforming into an invisible heavy hammer.

It crashed into Xuan Yi's mind.

Struck by an invisible force, Xuan Yi's body stiffened.

His hands remained clasped together in a gesture of control over the phantom, but his eyes showed no sign of life.

A buzzing sound filled his mind, he couldn't tell where he was, couldn't see the battlefield in front of him, and couldn't hear his own breathing.

The golden light of the phantom Buddha image in the sky trembled violently.

The Demon-Subduing Seal stopped.

Right now.

Yi Yang sprang up from the ground faster than ever before.

"Flowing Crane Soaring Through the Clouds" combined with the explosive power of the late stage of True Qi, the whole person transformed into a gray shadow and rushed towards the out-of-control Buddha statue phantom.

Xuan Yuan raised the blade high above his head, compressing the True Qi of Yi Wood to its limit and pouring it into the blade. All the dark patterns on the spiritual weapon lit up, and the dark light completely enveloped the blade.

The Four Symbols and Six Harmonies Blade, the Azure Dragon Emerges from the Abyss.

Dragon-shaped blade energy surged forth from the blade's edge.

It was larger than any before—the dragon's body was two zhang long, and its open mouth held a ball of light that blended dark green and black, which was formed by the superposition of the true energy of the Yi Wood and the power of the spiritual weapon.

The dragon-shaped blade energy collided with the illusory image of the Buddha statue.

The golden Buddha head shattered under the bite of the dragon head.

The light scattered, and golden fragments fell like raindrops.

The Buddha statue's body was broken in two, with the upper half leaning backward and the lower half collapsing forward, all turning into scattered specks of light and dissolving into the air.

The Buddha statue is broken.

Xuan Yi staggered, a puff of pale golden blood mist escaping from the corner of his mouth. His knees buckled, barely managing to steady himself. But his eyes were completely glazed over—the aftereffects of the mental shock were still churning in his mind.

Yi Yang would not let such an opportunity slip by.

His figure passed through the scattered golden fragments of the Buddha statue's phantom and stood four feet in front of Xuan Yi.

Xuan Yuan slashed horizontally with his backhand.

The blade's energy headed straight for Xuan Yi's head. The old monk, regaining his senses, gritted his teeth and condensed the remaining qi in his palm, forming a demon-subduing seal that he placed before the blade.

When the golden palm force and the sword energy collided, Yi Yang was bounced back half a step.

But his left hand was already outstretched.

Bring your two fingers together.

"Mysterious Annihilation Finger" - This time, it pierced the spot on Xuan Yi's chest where Xu Yuhu had left a sword wound.

The hidden energy from the fingertips seeped into the sword mark.

The sword energy left by Xu Yuhu at that time still lingered deep in the wound. The two forces combined and went straight into the chest cavity and meridians.

Xuan Yi's body trembled violently.

The blood he spat out turned from pale gold to dark red—the power of the invasion disrupted the flow of true qi in his chest meridians, and the wound on Xu Yuhu's sword was torn open by the hidden force.

The old monk took two steps back, his right knee buckled, and he knelt on the gravel.

Yi Yang didn't give him any chance to speak.

Xuan Yuan flipped it over.

A clean and decisive horizontal slash.

The true energy of the Wood element was channeled into the blade, which sliced ​​into Xuan Yi's neck from the left side. His physically forged body could only withstand the blade for half a breath before being cut through—Xuan Yi's true energy had dissipated to the point where it could no longer maintain its defense.

A bald head flew off his neck.

It rolled twice on the scree slope.

The headless body remained kneeling on one knee, the front of the monk's robe soaked in blood, dripping down and forming a dark red stream among the pebbles.

Yi Yang sheathed his sword and stood up straight.

He took a couple of deep breaths. He wasn't in much better shape—the cut on his hand was still oozing blood, his arms were so sore he couldn't lift them, and he had completely depleted his internal energy.

But the person was still standing.

This is enough.

He prepared to squat down and search him.

Just then, a voice came.

Yi Yang's back hairs stood on end, and he quickly stood up and looked around.

They discovered that Xuan Yi's head was actually speaking.

The severed head of the old monk lay among the rubble, his eyelids closed, but his lips moving. A sound squeezed out from the broken slit in his throat.

Hoarse. Distorted.

His tone was completely different from Xuan Yi's own.

It was lower and colder, as if someone else was speaking through that mouth.

"Keep it safe."

Each of the four words was uttered slowly and deliberately, and with each word, a spurt of blood seeped from the severed head.

"I... will come to pick it up."

The lips closed.

The blood seeping from the Xuan Yi's fractured surface turned black. It meandered half a foot across the gravel before congealing into a hard, dry scab.

Yi Yang stared at the head, his fingers tightening and loosening around Xuan Yuan's.

This is not the voice of Xuan Yi.

Yi Yang stood on the gravel slope, surrounded by devastation. The forest was so quiet that only the sound of the wind whistling through the broken wood could be heard.

He looked down at Xuan Yuan, which was slung across his back.

The dark patterns had subsided, and the blade had returned to its original black color.

"I'll come and pick it up."

Yi Yang pondered those four words for a moment, but couldn't figure out who was behind them.

He bent down and began searching Xuan Yi's corpse. Regardless of the level of monster standing behind him, he'd collect what was in front of him first.

When Yi Yang reached into the inner pocket of the monk's robe, his fingertips touched something warm.

I took it out and looked at it.

A golden Buddhist rosary, about the size of a thumb, with densely engraved runes on its surface. Something is flowing inside the rosary, faintly emitting a scarlet light.

It was exactly the same bloodshot color as He Dingbo's eyes.

Yi Yang held the prayer beads in his palm. He had a feeling that he would need the beads again, so he kept them on his person instead of putting them into his bronze ring.

He straightened up and glanced towards the back of the Xuanjian Pavilion. The firelight in the distance had dimmed considerably, and thick smoke was still rising into the sky.

Then he looked at the bald head at his feet that would never speak again, picked it up and put it on his person.

"True Qi is perfected."

"It's nothing special."

Yi Yang turned and walked towards the back mountain of Xuanjian Pavilion, his footsteps crunching on the gravel.