C518 Injury

In the dark sky, the wind brushed past Ye Qian's handsome face. In just an instant, the youth's aura had completely changed, becoming terrifying and bloodthirsty.

The God Devil Nine Revolutions, was itself a fusion between god and devil. This kind of extreme beauty, once it exploded, would become an existence similar to a real Devil God. Ever since Ye Qian arrived at the Mortal Realm, he had never encountered such a threat, allowing him to directly enter this state of fury. Perhaps this was related to the blood that flowed out from the sword wounds on his body!

Ye Qian twisted his neck and let out a terrifying sound. His originally clear eyes became as ferocious as a beast.

With a ripping sound, Ye Qian tore off his tattered clothes, revealing his firm muscles, the blade-like lines on his body looked so rough, so elegant, but when paired with the sword scars on his body, it made him look so sinister.

Even Mo Lan, who was hiding at the side, was stunned. A pair of beautiful eyes filled with shock, as if she was deeply immersed and couldn't extricate herself from it.

"My dear, this … Is this the rhythm of a Saiyan's transformation?" Behind Mo Lan, Zhang Liang said out of fear and excitement.

Mo Lan suddenly turned around, and berated: "Shut up!"

At this moment, it was so quiet that it was as if the surrounding bugs could be heard clearly. That kind of lonely silence made people's hearts tremble, and they couldn't help but panic. Not knowing why, Mo Lan suddenly felt a hint of fear and despair in her heart, her fingers could not help but tremble, and her heart prayed that nothing would happen to Ye Qian.

Bang, bang, bang!

Ye Qian's footsteps approached Yan Nuohai bit by bit and that murderous aura had already been pushed to the limit, as if his body was about to burst out.

Before Yan Nuohai could regain his senses from his rage, Ye Qian's figure had already appeared in front of him. Although Yan Nuohai had experienced four levels of Heavenly Thunder and could be considered to be strong within the Sky Origin Stage, he still felt an enormous pressure when facing Ye Qian's Devil God physique.

"Die, Little Taoist!"

Without any fancy movements, Ye Qian's fist directly struck towards Yan Nuohai.

Yan Nuohai's heart did not feel good, he immediately raised his sword to block, the sound of metal clanging could be heard in the air, Yan Nuohai's sword wielded with both hands was struck by Ye Qian's fist and he was forced to retreat, unable to stand still.

"How could this be? No matter how much a Human Origin Stage is used in the Devil Sect, it is impossible for them to produce such a powerful fist force. In the end, what exactly …"

Yan Nuohai used common sense to infer that Ye Qian was useless. The state of the Devil God was bloodthirsty like a devil, and valiant like a god. This was also the reason why the Cultivation Methods was considered a taboo in the Immortal World.

However, Yan Nuohai had cultivated for many years, so he still had some battle experience. During the process of him being forced back, Yan Nuohai waved the sword in his hand, causing a drop of blood to flow onto his own sword, and the weak sword immediately lit up with a sinister light.

"Wind Fire Thunder Lightning, cut!"

Along with Yan Nuohai's reprimand, wind, fire and lightning gathered on the longsword in his hand at practically the same time. Four beams of light continuously flashed, and then hacked towards Ye Qian.

For warriors, although there was still a realm above Innate Realm, whether it was Human Origin, Earth Origin, or Sky Origin, those were all realms of cultivation. To them, the value of pure martial arts did not matter anymore. Yan Nuohai naturally understood at this moment that if he wanted to defeat Ye Qian in this state, just relying on martial arts was like hitting a stone with an egg. At the end of the battle, he still relied on his divine abilities.

Wind, fire, lightning and four colors of light flew out from Yan Nuohai's sword, straight towards Ye Qian. Ye Qian laughed coldly without dodging.

Following that, Ye Qian did a movement that scared Yan Nuohai half to death. He opened his mouth and a strong gust of wind quickly rotated, swallowing the four colors of wind, fire, lightning and thunder into his mouth before disappearing into nothingness.

After a burp, Ye Qian laughed: "Little Taoist, what abilities do you have, use it all you want, I'll skin you alive today!"

Yan Nuohai stood there blankly on the spot, the longsword in his hand slightly trembling. This was the first time since he had become an elder of the Kunlun Faction that Yan Nuohai felt fear.

"Hehe, since you have no more moves, then it's my turn to perform. Go and die!"

Yan Nuohai only felt his vision blur as Ye Qian's figure appeared in front of him. That speed had definitely exceeded the limits of a human, and even exceeded the limits of a expert at Sky Origin Stage. Even if Yan Nuohai did not use any abilities, it was impossible for him to do so.

In a hurry, Yan Nuohai quickly sent out his sword to block.

However, Ye Qian's fist force was ferocious, so when it struck, Yan Nuohai could only defend.

Roar … Roar …

Ye Qian roared crazily twice again, the color of the sky and the earth had already changed.

Although the two of them were fighting with Tian Yuan and Human Origin, they were still inseparable. However, Yan Nuohai's Sky Origin Stage was forced to the point where he was unable to retreat. In his chest and back, he seemed to have taken Ye Qian's punches. Even if Yan Nuohai's cultivation was strong, for the sake of cleansing the marrow and refining the bones, he still could not withstand the ravages of the Devil God's body.

The current Ye Qian was like an endless war machine, becoming more and more valiant. He did not have any abilities or any immortal skills, but he was completely capable of fighting. When he looked at Yan Nuohai again, he had originally been full of confidence. But now, he had been beaten into a complete mess by Ye Qian, and even some of his ribs on his waist had been broken.

Bang bang, Ye Qian's fist heavily smashed onto Yan Nuohai's longsword once again. The ancient longsword that followed Yan Nuohai suddenly broke into two pieces, and Ye Qian's fist strength passed through the longsword as it directly smashed into Yan Nuohai's chest.

But just at this moment, a yellow light flashed and blocked Ye Qian's fist.

On Yan Nuohai's forehead, a yellow flag fluttered in the wind, surrounding Yan Nuohai tightly. Ye Qian's fists could not even touch Yan Nuohai.

Under the protection of this Spiritual Treasure, Yan Nuohai finally had a chance to catch his breath.

Ye Qian raised his head and looked: "Central Wutu Apricot Yellow Flag?"

Right after he finished speaking, Ye Qian immediately shook his head: "That's not right, this thing is not the Central Wutu Apricot Yellow Flag, it's just a mountain stronghold!"

"Hmph, the Little Taoist took out something like a mountain stronghold to look at, do you think I'm blind?"

While speaking, Ye Qian suddenly leaped into the air, extended his hand, pointed the Tai Huang Sword, and rushed straight towards the yellow flag.

Yan Nuohai could see clearly from below, and seeing Ye Qian taking out the apricot flag on his head, he felt joy in his heart, and laughed coldly: "F * ck, this little thing is playing with the Poverty-stricken People, you're still too inexperienced, hehe, see how the Poverty-stricken People doesn't play with you to death this time!"

Saying that, Yan Nuohai saw the chance when Ye Qian was about to extend his hand, and immediately threw out an item in his hand. It was yellow orange, and a big piece of it was shining gold, like a golden brick. With a strange laugh, Yan Nuohai threw the big golden brick towards Ye Qian.

Just as Ye Qian was about to extend his hand, the golden bricks had already fallen from the sky and hit his head.

Ye Qian was caught off guard, and his center of gravity became unstable. With a stagger, he fell from the sky and let out a loud rumbling sound.

Right at this moment, Yan Nuohai finally found an opportunity. As the rainbow colored light in his hand swept past, he really didn't know what kind of Spiritual Treasure had taken it out again, and unhesitatingly struck Ye Qian.

Ye Qian immediately dodged, and berated: "Despicable scumbag, you actually dared to sneak attack me."

As he spoke, Ye Qian raised his sword and was about to kill Yan Nuohai, but Yan Nuohai's face was full of smiles. Not long later, the yellow apricot flag, golden bricks and unknown Spiritual Treasure all flew towards Ye Qian's back. Ye Qian hurriedly turned around and together with the three Spiritual Treasure in his hands, were trembling.

Yan Nuohai sneered: "Kid, this is my Mount Kunlun Spiritual Treasure, it is passed down by Ancestor Jiang Shang, even if you have the body of a Da Lou Golden Immortal, you still won't be able to escape the fate of having your head separated from your body!"

Hearing Yan Nuohai's arrogant words, Ye Qian felt both hatred and anger in his heart: Madan, this kind of trash back then, I wouldn't even spare a glance at it. If my Primordius Orb was still here, I would have killed this shameless Little Taoist a long time ago.

But at the moment, Ye Qian was under the roof of a house, other than Xuan-yuan Sword s, there were no other Spiritual Treasure that he could take out.

Yan Nuohai was smart, even though he knew that he couldn't win against Ye Qian in terms of strength, he still changed directions and started to fight with Ye Qian. Spiritual Treasure was not a martial art, it could be learnt, this thing relied on the sect's foundation. After Ye Qian disarmed his soldiers, he did not have anything valuable, so he really could not fight with Yan Nuohai like this. Even if he had the body of a Devil God, being struck by a Spiritual Treasure would cause pain and injuries.

Under the pincer attack of the three Spiritual Treasure s, Ye Qian gradually started to run out of energy.

In the sky, Ye Qian's battle sword blocked the Apricot Yellow Flag, but was suddenly struck ruthlessly by the golden brick behind him, hitting his back, causing a mouthful of blood to gush out.

Seeing that the time was right, Yan Nuohai quickly rushed forward and aimed his palm straight at Ye Qian's chest and struck him, sending him flying out in an instant.

"Heh heh, kid, even if you have the Witch Clan and bloodline, you were still knocked down by the Poverty-stricken People. Poverty-stricken People advises you to stop resisting needlessly, and obediently return to the Mount Kunlun with Poverty-stricken People. Otherwise, if Poverty-stricken People makes another move, you won't be so lucky! "

Even now, Yan Nuohai was still thinking about how to subdue Ye Qian.

However, Ye Qian spat fiercely, "Shameless bastard, even if I were to lose my life today, I won't go back with you. To see you is simply staining my eyes! "

It was obvious that Ye Qian disdained using Spiritual Treasure to win, but thinking about it, he couldn't do anything about it. Who asked his foundation in Mortal Realm to be so weak?

Yan Nuohai saw that Ye Qian was still being stubborn and snorted: "You ignorant fool, since you want to die so badly, Poverty-stricken People will send you to hell."

With that, Yan Nuohai brought out his golden brick once again, wanting to kill Ye Qian on the spot.

Seeing the golden light shining on his forehead, Ye Qian obviously would not wait for death to come, the Chaotic Spiritual Energy in his body started to explode, preparing to make the last strike.

But right at this moment, a phenomenon appeared, and a pure white lotus appeared above the Sky City. Seeing this, Ye Qian felt slightly relieved. The corner of his eyes revealed an expression of joy.