Jiang Yi shook his head and refused: "I am in the realm of life and death, and I am not suitable for fighting."

"The state of life and death is just not suitable, not impossible."

Tang Mingda pulled off the brocade belt on his forehead, revealing a unique spiritual pattern, and it turned out to be a purple eye that was only glaring.

"Calm down, there is no need to duel between us."

Jiang Yi took a few steps back and clenched his fists.

"It's not your final decision. Jiang Yi, die!"

Tang Mingda's whole body rose purple light and condensed into densely packed sharp spears, which were swift and powerful, like endless thunder tide piercing through the space.

The purple air surging, and the extraordinary power whistling hit Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi crashed into pieces of woodland and smashed heavily on the mountain.

The body is full of holes, blood flows everywhere, and it is in great pain.

However... hallucination?

I can't resist it! Jiang Yi was in a trance and suddenly woke up.

Sure enough, he still stood there without any harm.

However, Tang Mingda took advantage of his trance opportunity and had condensed into a purple spear, which was hard and sharp, and was filled with a terrifying cold light under the sunlight, just like a peerless weapon descending into the world, catching Jiang Yi's chest.

When Jiang Yi woke up, the spear was approaching his chest, and it was too late to intercept him.

At the critical moment, the heart-protecting armor of the Eight Desert War Helmets quickly condensed.

Puff! Clang! The spear pierced through the chest and stopped before reaching the heart. The spear's powerful explosive power blasted Jiang Yi out fiercely.

Jiang Yi's face suddenly turned cold. Is this grandson really here?

If he hadn't reacted quickly, this shot would have been enough to penetrate him! Can a little jealousy actually lose his mind?

Is this too stupid or too loving.

"Clang clang clang!"

Tang Mingda swung the spear and made agile impact. His sharp and sharp light drowns Jiang Yi like raindrops, forcing Jiang Yi to retreat one after another.

"Bang!!"

Jiang Yi held on strong and steady, and seized the spear.

Tang Mingda let go decisively, detonated the spear, turned into a gushing energy wave, and brutally shook Jiang Yi.

"Spiritual pattern, heavenly appearance!"

Tang Mingda's temperament changed drastically, showing his dominance, and slapped a heavy punch at Jiang Yi.

With a roar, the fist surged and continued to expand more than ten times, like a purple meteorite, and blasted at Jiang Yi: "Do you know what the eight holy fist is?

This is one of the eight divisions, the Heavenly Saint Fist!"

Tianxiang Holy Fist?

Jiang Yi's eyes condensed, he decisively swung his fist, stimulated his bloodline, and intercepted him strongly.

Boom!! Fist-fighting, like two mountains colliding together, violently roaring, and the air waves surged.

Jiang Yi was as stable as a rock. He forced himself to withstand his fists in the millions of extreme realms, but felt the powerful power that penetrated his body, impacting the blood and energy of the whole body, shaking the soul of the Vermilion Bird.

Eight Holy Fist?

Jiang Yi was too clear about the meaning of these four words, because Shura had practiced.

The Eight Holy Fist is a powerful boxing technique known as ancient and modern times, corresponding to the heaven, Tuo, Zhen, Spirit, Wei, Bone, Demon, and God.

Cultivation is extremely difficult and requires higher spiritual patterns.

You must have a specific physique and specific spiritual patterns to cultivate one of them.

Generally speaking, you can only practice the heavenly level, but the Supreme Holy level can still comprehend some of the superficial and superficial ones.

It's just a fur, and it can suppress the same level.

"Buzz!!"

The Tianxiang Spirit Pattern blooms with a strange light. It does not require looking directly at Jiang Yi's eyes to affect his soul, making his consciousness unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Tang Mingda was in a high spirit of fighting and rushed towards Jiang Yi. His hands were swollen and swollen, crawling with complex and mysterious patterns, terrifying power.

They slammed over like a heavy hammer of purple gold, with unparalleled force, causing the space to be distorted, and an extremely domineering momentum shook the forest.

Jiang Yi was confused in consciousness and saw a tide of overwhelming offensive tide. The spear in front hit a critical strike, the hurricane behind him swept wildly, and the purple roared and roared behind him. Tang Mingda was still using martial arts in the distance.

If it were someone else, he might have fallen into it and began to block these offensives.

But Jiang Yi knew that in fact, Tang Mingda was not far away, but had already come.

The seemingly turbulent martial arts do not exist, and the one who greets him must be the Heavenly Cemetery Holy Fist.

"Boom!"

Tang Mingda arrived and hit hard, like a huge mountain of thousands of jin, like a crazy dragon coming out of the abyss.

The holy power is overwhelming! The domineering power is extremely domineering! Jiang Yi remained motionless, his whole body boiling like a burst of flames, sweeping across all directions, and a powerful momentum of cholera heaven and earth shook flames.

Tang Mingda was submerged in the flames, burned by the hot high temperature, and was repelled by the twisted cholera.

With the induction of the flames, Jiang Yi locked in Tang Mingda, and suddenly rose up in an instant, running wildly, and the millions of extreme realms shocked the space.

Tang Mingda forced himself to stabilize his body, and his whole body's purple light surged. An unfathomable power suddenly released, as if he had awakened some kind of heavenly power, surging, gathering his arms, raising the shocking power of the boxing, and taking Jiang Yi straight.

Boom!! Jiang Yi flew up his back, his blood tumbling, and his soul stinged.

After being stimulated one after another, his realm suddenly fluctuated greatly and began to soar.

This is not a good thing.

Jiang Yi quickly calmed down his emotions, suppressed his bloodlines, and controlled the Qihai to prevent his strength from getting out of control.

"Jiang Yi, there are people outside of you, so what about your natural grade?

My Heavenly Saint Pattern is not weak in you!"

Tang Mingda's spiritual pattern closed hard and opened suddenly. A strange light penetrated through the flames, ignoring the space, and hit Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi quickly evacuated, but the light was controlled and flipped with the trend, catching up with Jiang Yi and breaking through from behind.

In an instant, Jiang Yi felt the surrounding scenery shaking, as if it had changed, but it seemed that it had not changed.

"kill!!"

Tang Mingda came from behind, and was filled with a powerful and powerful power of thrilling spirit.

Jiang Yi's whole body was tense and subconsciously wanted to fight back against inertia. However, he guessed that Tang Mingda behind him was fake and that the real threat was in other directions.

At the critical moment, flames swelled, condensing thousands of fire feathers, and a rapid and rapid attack was indiscriminately.

"Tang Mingda" was surrounded by purple air, and he carried the fire feathers critical strike like armor. He came from behind, and the powerful fist power roared and hit Jiang Yi firmly.

I clearly know that this is fake, but consciousness is affected.

But it felt so real! The bones were broken, blood splattered, and even the body seemed to be blown away.

Jiang Yi was in a daze and the domineering Tianxiang Holy Pattern. Even if he was alert, the influence was still so clear and strong.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid I'd be deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate myself.

At this moment, the real Tang Mingda rushed to Jiang Yi, and the unfathomable power burst out again, his heavy punch swelled several times, like a huge wave hitting the sky, and directly attacking Jiang Yi.

Compared with the conscious influence generated by the spiritual pattern, the power of the Tianxiang Holy Fist is even more terrifying.

However... Jiang Yi suddenly stood still, awakened the soul of Zhuque and drove out the influence of Tianxiang. He forced himself out of his chaotic consciousness, and his clenched fists instantly rose.

The Vermilion Bird pattern flashes in the palm of the palm, impacting the bloodline and stimulating the power of the divine power.

The Vermilion Bird's Heaven-Battle Technique is released with strong force.

It is very dangerous to mobilize bloodlines in the realm of life and death, but Jiang Yi cannot allow Tang Mingda to bully him.

Claw Critical punch.

The Suzaku inheritance, facing the Heavenly Saint Fist! Bang!! Crack!! Jiang Yi took two or three steps back in response, and Tang Mingda broke his fists and flew out screaming.

"A holy product is a holy product after all. You cannot exert the true power of the Tianxiang Holy Fist."

Jiang Yi's eyes were cold.

In my memory, the Heavenly Saint Fist used by Shura is truly shocking and dominating the world.

"Can you wake up?"

Tang Mingda stood in the distance, his hands were covered in blood.

The awakening just now was too sudden. How did Jiang Yi do it?

Although Jiang Yi is a natural class, his consciousness in the realm of life and death is very fragile and it is difficult to control his own body, let alone break free.

"You are very lucky to meet me now."
To be continued...