Like everyone else, Du Qian's first choice is the Pishan Fist. This set of boxing techniques only has three styles, and the corresponding qi, blood, and orifices are quite complicated. Fortunately, Du Qian's understanding of veins and orifices is much clearer than that of everyone else.

Try to activate the spiritual energy, slowly wandering in the veins, and soon a warm feeling rose all over his body. Du Qian was overjoyed. Could it be that spiritual energy can also be used like qi and blood?

For three consecutive days, Du Qian has been adapting to the spiritual energy circulating through the meridians. As the spiritual energy is eroding over and over again, his combat power is actually increasing. This makes Du Qian feel a cloud of doubt in his heart. Can spiritual energy really be used like qi and blood?

Stand up and walk far away, with your legs slightly separated, and your body's spiritual energy wandered. Follow the course of practicing the mountain fist, activate the nine orifices, raise your arms, and the spiritual energy contained in the orifices suddenly spit out into your fists.

A half-foot-long red light flew out from his fists. Wherever he passed, the grass broke and the stones broke, and flew dozens of meters away, disappearing without a trace.

Looking at the red light that was flying out, Du Qian stood there blankly. It took a few minutes before he woke up. It was really possible to use it, but this power...

It's not too strong, but too weak. In Du Qian's opinion, the lethality of this level of attack is even worse than that of the War Spirit using spiritual weapons with all the strength. You know, even if you don't use the magic control technique, Du Qian is also a real warrior at this time. It's an exaggeration to say that the sky collapses and the earth splits with one blow. It's okay to sweep a small mound casually.

And this red light, let alone sweeping away the small mound, even a slightly larger rock, can't be broken. Is this magic useful?

"Divine Lord, your mountain-sliding fist seems...it seems..." The voice of the Holy Lord Yunbian came from behind.

"What does it seem?" Even if Du Qian devoted himself to the study of the mountain bison, he had already sensed the Holy Lord of Yunbian.

"It seems very weak..." The Holy Lord Yunbian said softly. It would be quite impolite to talk to the Lord of God like this. Even if the Lord of God has a good temper, he would not be willing to listen.

Du Qian naturally wouldn't care. Can divine art be compared with divine art?

Doubt? Du Qian suddenly discovered that the magical arts and magical arts seemed to be only one word different? Is this a coincidence?

"Well, it's really bad. How are you studying?" Du Qian didn't care about the offense of the Holy Lord Yunbian. He was telling the truth. Even if you practice such a mountain-sliding fist, what's the use?

"Yunbian was just about to try it, please give me advice." After the Holy Lord Yunbian said that, a short sword more than two feet long appeared in his hand.

He slowly raised the sword in his hand, concentrated his energy and blood around his body circulated rapidly, and a faint red blood mist emanated from the surface of his body. He waved the sword in his hand violently, and two sword shadows flashed in front of his eyes.

The sword in his hand suddenly disappeared and appeared again in an instant. Three sword shadows flashed by. The Holy Lord Yunbian breathed a long sigh, and the blood mist on his body faded and disappeared.

The seventh-level sword shadow of the Holy Lord Yunbian was only practiced for a few days, but naturally he did not reach the level of great success, and he was not even considered a small Chengdu. Du Qian had read the divine art booklet of the seventh-level sword shadow and knew that this kind of magic art would be practiced to the extreme. With a wave of his hand, the seventh-level sword shadow could appear. It was not only difficult to distinguish between true and false, but also true and false.

At present, Yunbian only practiced the triple sword shadow, and before using each time, he had to let the qi and blood wander in the meridian orifices. His proficiency was extremely low and it was difficult to apply to actual combat.

Unlike the mountain-piercing fist used by Du Qian, the seven-level sword shadows were used twice in a row. In addition to seeing two more sword shadows, it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish its power. At least on the surface, it is not as good as Du Qian's mountain-piercing fist.

Du Qian's eyesight has improved a lot. The moment the Holy Lord Yunbian set out his sword just now, he actually felt a trace of threat. Of course, this threat is very small, so small that it can be ignored. Even so, Du Qian also knew that the seven-level sword shadows cultivated by Holy Lord Yunbian were very suitable. As long as you practice diligently, it will not take long to apply it to actual combat.

"Yes, you are the right one to practice." After saying that, he frowned. Yunbian was the right one to practice. What is the problem with his mountain-sliding fist?

A thousand meters away, the Emperor of the Underworld and Ling Shenghuo were twenty meters apart.

"Try it?" Emperor Dark asked with a bit of provocation.

"Okay." Ling Shenghuo said indifferently.

There is a deep resentment between Yunxiao Pavilion and the three major forces, and the three major forces have been suppressed by Yunxiao Pavilion. If it were on the mainland, he would never dare to provoke Ling Shenghuo.

This is the Holy Hall Realm, and the spiritual energy has been transformed into qi and blood. Even if Ling Shenghuo is above him, practicing divine arts is at the same starting line. What is now tested is the ability to understand and comprehend. Even if Ling Shenghuo's qi and blood are deeper than him, he may not be able to be stronger than his Emperor of the Underworld.

As an emperor, one of the three major forces on the continent, the Emperor of the Underworld can endure for thousands of years or be without fear of any challenges.

The two of them were almost the same. They slowly raised their arms, and a faint mist of blood was emitted around their bodies, and the blood was wandering. After more than ten breaths, Ling Shenghuo quickly fitted and swung his fists, with thick blood covering his fists.

Obviously, in terms of qi and blood circulation, the speed of Emperor Ming was much slower than that of Ling Shenghuo. His legs moved as fast as a wheel, and his body constantly changed positions. Ling Shenghuo smiled with a smile on his lips, and did not rush to punch, but gave Emperor Ming the opportunity to use the mountain-sliding fist.

After a few breaths, a thick layer of blood mist was also shrouded in the fist of Emperor Ming. From the thickness of the blood mist, it is not difficult to see that Ling Shenghuo's strength is indeed far stronger than Emperor Ming.

Emperor Ming gritted his teeth and swung the first move of the mountain-Sliding Fist with all his strength. Ling Shenghuo also waved his fists in the same posture, and at the same time he closed the three-point force.

There was a loud bang, and the four fists intersected, and red light splattered everywhere. The two actually condensed the blood and blood in their bodies as real objects. The place where the fists intersected was like two metal weapons, splashing out countless Mars.

Ling Shenghuo's body remained motionless. Emperor Ming took three steps in a row before he stabilized his body shape. His face darkened. He knew that when he punched, Ling Shenghuo had already withdrawn a little bit of force. Even so, he was still no match for Ling Shenghuo.

The strength of the Emperor of the Underworld is already the top among the Master Zhoushan. Even if someone is slightly stronger than him, the strength is limited. The strength of the three major forces is equal, and the strength of the Zhenhai Alliance is also limited.

With one punch, Emperor Ming knew the gap between the three major forces and Yunxiao Pavilion. This was still the use of the mountain-piercing fist, a brand new combat skill. If it were replaced with the more familiar spiritual martial arts skills, the gap would only be wider.

What's more, Ling Shenghuo is not the strongest in Yunxiao Pavilion, let alone Mo Qianyan, the Holy Lord of Yunxiao who is far superior to everyone. Even Ling Shenghuo's friend Bu Qingxiao is said to be stronger than him.

Emperor Ming judged that even if Ling Shenghuo's strength was not as good as the God of War Murong Bing, there would be no difference. No wonder Yunxiao Pavilion has been able to steadily suppress the major forces on the continent for thousands of years. Even spiritual beasts dare not suppress too much of human beings. Strength is, only strength is the most important.

High-end force has always been the pillar of major forces. Large populations cannot solve the problem. Without strong force support, no matter how big the force is, it will collapse and collapse in a short period of time.

There are countless examples of this in the history of the mainland. The Zhoushan Empire was able to stand for thousands of years because it was supported by the uninterrupted true soul master and the numerous divine masters.

"The Holy Lord is indeed amazing." Emperor Nether said gritting his teeth. It turns out that the lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if the Holy Lord Yunxiao is missing, one of the four great Holy Lords is still alive. It is not easy to overthrow Yunxiao Pavilion's suppression of major forces.

Of course, the most important thing at the moment is not the internal struggle of the mainland humans themselves, but finding ways to open up new living space in the Holy Hall Domain.

"The power is good, but this is far from enough." Ling Shenghuo had no joy on his face. It seemed natural to defeat the Emperor of the Underworld. What he cared more about was the power of the mountain-sliding fist.

Compared with the previous spiritual martial arts skills, the power of the mountain-Splitting Fist can only be considered medium at most. Even if you practice to the extreme, you may not be much stronger.

As the Holy Lord of Yunxiao Pavilion, Ling Shenghuo mastered not only spiritual martial arts skills, but also several powerful magical techniques. Compared with magical techniques, the mountain-Splitting Fist is more than a little weaker.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that these five magical techniques came from ordinary warriors in Yundao Pavilion, and could only be considered ordinary goods. I believe that there are more sophisticated magical techniques in the Ten Temples. But that kind of thing is definitely a secret of all forces that are not passed down. Even the warriors in Yundao Pavilion are not anyone who has the chance to get in touch.

Just like the magical powers on the continent, each type is extremely precious. There are the most magical powers in Yunxiao Pavilion, but there are very few people who have the opportunity to come into contact with magical powers. In addition to the Four Saint Lords, only the direct descendants of the Saint Lord have the opportunity.

The power of the mountain-piercing fist is naturally not satisfactory, but fortunately it is a good start. Du Qian's previous appearance of using the mountain-piercing fist naturally could not escape their eyes. Compared with the mountain-piercing fist that Du Qian used, the power they used was hundreds or thousands of times higher.

From this we can see that spiritual energy is indeed not easy to use here. If the spiritual energy is not converted into qi and blood and has not learned divine skills, the mainland warriors will be under too much suppression when they arrive here.

Du Qian and the Holy Lord Yunbian tried the magic technique and watched the Emperor of the Underworld and Ling Shenghuo test the fist. Du Qian was in a bad mood. The same mountain-sliding fist was used by himself, and his power was even more pitiful. Looking at the two, they really had the majesty of splitting the rocks.

The Holy Lord Yunbian looked straight. He didn't know much about magical techniques. He could compare his seven-level sword shadows. It was not difficult to see that the mountain-sliding fist used by Emperor Ming and Ling Shenghuo was obviously much stronger.

Is it because your own qi and blood are not deep enough? Or is it another reason?

"Hmm?" Du Qian snorted lightly and looked into the depths of the grassland.

A faint aura locked on the other party. The other party obviously sensed it and stopped moving forward, seemingly hesitating.

"Who?" Du Qian asked with his consciousness.

"Would you like to see me at first?" A voice sounded in my mind, very light and soft.

"I'll go out." Du Qian said and flew into the depths of the grassland.
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