Chapter 415: Display of Strength of the Strongest Generation

Noticing the arrival of the three Sword-Holders behind him, Xu Qing decided to end the battle quickly.

These three people were all five Heavenly Palaces in cultivation, and perhaps each had their own methods, but clearly, facing this Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard with seven-palace combat power, they were no match.

And these three Sword-Holders, after seeing the Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard walk out from the dark, all had their expressions become solemn.

The glory and regulations of being Sword-Holders made them not choose to flee, but instead instantly approach each other, each operating their cultivation. One of them spoke rapidly.

"Child, let's drag this person down together first."

"You can't drag me down." The Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard who walked out had a look of contempt and cruelty. Just as he was about to take action in a flash, fierce intent rose in Xu Qing's eyes.

"Shadow Prison Restriction, Ghost Child Edict."

"Immortal Law Folding Spirit, Heaven and Earth My Life."

These sixteen characters were what Xu Qing had asked the Jin Gang Sect ancestor to come up with back then, in order to figure out how to merge with the shadow without being suspected when facing outsiders.

At this moment, amidst the words, following Xu Qing's thought, the shadow dispersed from the dagger in his hand to form a coffin, instantly enveloping toward Xu Qing.

The next instant, Xu Qing's whole body turned dark, emitting thick foreign matter. Even though it was pitch black all around at this moment, with the help of the lightning flashing across the sky, one could still see the void around Xu Qing distorting.

There was even a terrifying intent that instinctively arose in the hearts of everyone watching, as if their life level was being shaken.

However, because of Xu Qing's words that seemed like it but weren't, this scene gave people the feeling of a strange secret technique.

Even if the foreign matter made people feel palpitations, it was mostly considered a mysterious secret method.

At this moment, while the three Sword-Holders were shocked, Xu Qing suddenly raised his head, and violent physical body power erupted from his body.

The shadow-merging method sacrificed the power of technique cultivation in exchange for extreme physical body might.

When Xu Qing had four Heavenly Palaces, he could display six-palace physical body power under this method. Now, after five Heavenly Palaces, the physical body combat power he erupted had reached seven palaces.

Seven-palace physical body combat power was even more formidable than techniques, and in terms of lethality and explosive power, it was also extremely astonishing.

At this moment, following the unfolding of the secret method, following the violent aura erupting on his body, a storm was directly whipped up all around, rumbling in all directions.

Invisible air waves rolled toward the surroundings. The three Sword-Holders from the Field Office were all incomparably shocked in their hearts, retreating together, looks of horror appearing in their expressions.

As for that Saint-Lan clan cultivator, his expression also changed.

The next instant, Xu Qing moved.

Like a galloping thunder, his speed was so fast that it was difficult for outsiders to see clearly. Amidst the violent sound echoing, Xu Qing's figure appeared directly in front of that seven-palace Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard and threw a punch.

The first punch, gathering all of Xu Qing's physical body power, was earth-shattering.

The Saint-Lan clan cultivator's pupils contracted. It was really because the change in this human before him was too great, and his body was permeated with foreign matter. His heart sank, and while pinching a seal, he formed protection outside his body and even took out magic tools to block.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides touched.

The rumbling was earth-shattering. The Saint-Lan clan cultivator's body shook, and he only felt his internal organs rolling at this moment. Breathing rapidly, he retreated step by step.

Xu Qing did not stop, stepped out, caught up suddenly, and continued to punch.

Second punch, third punch.

Piercing clouds and splitting rocks.

This Saint-Lan clan cultivator dared not be careless and pinched a seal again. Immediately, the demonic black hand manifested by the Imperial-level cultivation art behind him fell suddenly, carrying terrifying fluctuations, and slapped toward Xu Qing with the momentum of thunder.

Xu Qing did not dodge at all and struck with full force.

Fourth punch, fifth punch, sixth punch.

The rumbling sound echoed through the clouds. The Saint-Lan clan cultivator retreated steadily, his expression becoming increasingly pale, all protection outside his body collapsed at this moment, and that huge black handprint was also difficult to block Xu Qing's edge at this moment.

Xu Qing's speed was even faster, throwing the seventh punch, eighth punch, until the ninth punch fell.

With a 'crack', this Saint-Lan clan cultivator spat out blood wildly, a dharma aperture within his body collapsed directly, and along with it, a Tiangong also collapsed with a bang. His body retreated, horror appearing in his expression, and he exclaimed in shock.

"What kind of cultivation art is this!"

It was exactly Nine Springs Below.

This move, seemingly a technique, was actually a physical body secret skill!

Foundation Establishment can destroy dharma apertures, and after Core Formation, one can shatter Heavenly Palaces.

At this moment, following the collapse of a Tiangong, this Saint-Lan clan cultivator felt Xu Qing's terror, and the sense of life-and-death crisis was intense, so he wanted to flee and avoid the battle.

His mission was not to let the Sword-Holders in this direction rush in, and at the very least, to delay time.

But life was more important than the mission.

At this moment, he retreated rapidly, but... he realized it too late.

The moment he retreated, he didn't notice that countless small black insects had long since permeated his body. They were biting crazily, and as they took effect, this Saint-Lan clan cultivator's expression changed completely, and he let out a miserable sound.

Black blood couldn't help but gush out, and his expression turned blue-black. Just as the horror and fear in his eyes were intense, Xu Qing stuck close like a death-reaping ghost.

He was not greedy for the other party's Core Formation to delay his killing momentum; this was not Xu Qing's character. At this moment, the dagger in his hand didn't stop at all and stabbed directly toward the Saint-Lan clan cultivator's chest.

But this Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guard was also not ordinary. His body forcibly retreated to avoid it. While pinching a seal with both hands, he took out a magic treasure fragment, forming protection like a turtle shell, and while blocking with full force, the black line between his eyebrows split open, and black threads scattered from within, heading straight toward Xu Qing like needles.

The opponent avoided it very timely. Xu Qing's remaining strength dissipated at this moment, making it difficult to continue stabbing, but his reaction was also extremely fast.

His body rolled violently, flickered forward, and the moment he rose with the momentum of supporting the ground with both hands, his feet gathered his whole body's strength and kicked directly onto the Black-Clad Guard's chest.

The turtle shell light shone, and the place where it touched Xu Qing dented, appearing shattered, but it finally blocked it. It was just that the impact from Xu Qing was too great, still causing this Black-Clad Guard's body to float slightly, and the black threads scattered from between his eyebrows also scattered somewhat.

With the help of this opportunity, Xu Qing also leaped into the sky, closed the distance again, and the cold light of the dagger in his hand flashed, stabbing toward the dented place of the turtle shell, and cooperated with the shroud's power to ignore protection, double-ensuring, and directly pierced through.

The Black-Clad Guard let out a miserable sound. It was too late to retreat. The moment Xu Qing's dagger stabbed in, he took advantage of the momentum and flicked upward.

It slashed directly from the chest of this Saint-Lanzu cultivator up to the neck, up to the mouth, and was plucked out from the center of the brows!

Amidst the gushing blood, this Saint-Lan clan seven-palace combat power cultivator had his upper body split into two halves, and the moment they scattered left and right, he died.

This series of actions was astonishing in speed, and also displayed Xu Qing's fighting style.

Looking at the corpse, Xu Qing's expression moved. He felt a trace of familiar aura within this Saint-Lan clan corpse.

The Purple Moon in his Fifth Tiangong also shook slightly at this moment.

"The aura of the Red Moon?"

A strange look appeared in Xu Qing's eyes, but it quickly dissipated. He knew that now was not the time to ponder this matter, so he put away the other party's storage bag and turtle shell fragments, and felt the dim Tiangong within the corpse.

"In the state of shadow fusion, the Ghostly Secluded Dao-Seizing Art cannot be unfolded, and after the cultivator dies, the sea of consciousness collapses, the Tiangong collapses, and the Core Formation is covered in dust, so it cannot be used again."

Xu Qing had no regrets.

If there were no outsiders here, and it wasn't executing a mission, then whether he released the poison prohibition or unfolded other means, if he delayed, there would always be an opportunity to slowly take the Core Formation alive.

But if there were bystanders, the consequence of such a delay would be that although he could take the Core Formation, those three Sword-Holders from the Field Office would definitely face the danger of injury and death, and if other Black-Clad Guards came to rescue, the final result would also be hard to say.

Weighing it, it was better to end the battle quickly. After all, there were many opportunities to take Core Formations.

After killing, Xu Qing's body-covered shadow gathered rapidly at his eyebrows, turning into an eye. After nodding to the three Sword-Holders who were full of shock, he flickered and disappeared into the black night.

These three looked at the miserably dead Saint-Lan clan cultivator on the ground, then looked at the direction Xu Qing left, looked at each other, and each took a deep breath.

They had also once been prodigies of their respective prefectures, only to discover after coming to the Capital District that there were people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens, and there were plenty of people more powerful and qualified than themselves.

Whether it was Kong Xianglong or Shan Hezi and the others, or Xu Qing now, all made the three of them feel emotional in their hearts.

"They all say that this batch of newly promoted Sword-Holders exceeds the past, and there are several monsters among them. It's really true!"

But the three of them didn't lose confidence because of this. A sharp look appeared in their eyes, and they galloped forward, only they no longer chose Xu Qing's direction, but another place.

At the same time, Xu Qing's figure was also galloping, arriving at the center of the fortress.

The battle here was just as intense.

There were quite a few Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guards ambushing here. At this moment, when Shan Hezi, whose code name was River Path, took action, his blood energy erupted, and there was even cold intent enveloping. Wherever he passed, all directions rumbled, and the slaughter was astonishing.

And the more he slaughtered, the thicker the blood intent, and his combat power was actually continuously improving.

This was the secret method of the Blood Cold Gate. What he cultivated was a mouthful of killing intent. If this intent didn't disperse, he would become stronger the more he slaughtered.

Slaughtering to the end, he even laughed, as if falling into madness, which was very different from his usual gloomy self.

As for Ye Ling, whose code name was Enchantress, she was also not ordinary.

Coming from the Grand Void Transforming Demon Sect, she shook her body and turned into a green-skinned demon three zhang tall. Her whole body emitted green mist, her body seemed semi-transparent, and wherever she passed, she shuttled through everything, taking only hearts and brains, incomparably brutal.

Her special cultivation art made her ignore all physical attacks, and her actions were even more cruel. Occasionally, she would open her mouth wide and swallow directly.

And everyone who fought against her would have flesh melons growing all over their bodies.

And Wang Chen, whose code name was Yang Ling, was also fierce. His main body did not appear from the coffin, but was the body of the Yanmiao clan controlled by him.

That clone was a natural assassin, merging into all auras, appearing and disappearing unpredictably.

Occasionally, it would form within the enemy's body after dissipating, directly tearing out of the body. Blood stained the mist body, but it would splash the blood away with just a flicker, and the Yanmiao body would continue to move forward.

There were even bolts of heavenly thunder drawn from the sky, descending in all directions, bombing wildly.

As a disciple of the Ancient Thunder Vein, in this weather permeated by thunder, his combat power was three parts stronger than usual.

Seeing their actions, Xu Qing felt their strength.

Similarly, at this moment, these three noticed Xu Qing's arrival, saw the strange eye between his eyebrows, and felt the seven-palace physical body fluctuations from Xu Qing, and each was shocked in their hearts.

And what Xu Qing perceived most strongly was Kong Xianglong in the sky.

Even though the four Saint-Lan clan Black-Clad Guards with eight-palace combat power trapped him with Imperial-level cultivation arts and magic treasure fragments, and even attracted heavenly tribulation to arrive, falling one after another, they were still helpless against him.

And noticing that his companions had all displayed their killing to this place, Kong Xianglong seemed to feel that his face was a bit unable to hang, so he stared, let out a low roar.

Ten Heavenly Palaces on his body erupted simultaneously, the Golden Dragon roared and rushed into the clouds, tearing the sky. While the cloud layer was torn apart, he slapped his forehead, and immediately, a blood-colored robe flew out from his heavenly spirit, manifested outside, and was draped directly on his body.

The moment the blood robe was added, blood mist erupted into the sky, and the black night became a blood night.

Kong Xianglong's combat power also climbed on a large scale at this moment. An earth-shattering baleful aura rose from his body and rolled outward violently.

Amidst the rumbling, those four Saint-Lan clan eight-palace Black-Clad Guards all spat out blood, the big black hands manifested by the Imperial-level cultivation arts collapsed, their own magic treasure fragments rolled back, and one after another retreated rapidly, wanting to leave.

But it was too late. Kong Xianglong flickered and appeared directly in front of one person, his expression carrying cruelty, and he slapped the other party's head with one palm. With a 'bang', this Black-Clad Guard's head exploded, and his upper body also collapsed.

Kong Xianglong flickered again, arriving in front of the second Black-Clad Guard. While the other party was horrified, he raised both hands and stabbed directly into the other party's chest, tearing outward fiercely. Amidst miserable screams, this person was torn into two halves alive.

And the other two also couldn't escape. One was swallowed by the Golden Dragon's roar, and one was directly enveloped by the blood mist. Amidst the miserable screams of the world, they were corroded into blood water, becoming part of the blood mist.

Looking at this scene, Xu Qing thought of the Captain saying that this Kong Xianglong was extremely cruel to foreign races.

As for that blood robe, Xu Qing felt the fluctuations of the Clothing clan on it.

"That is a taboo magic treasure fragment that Dragon Brother has refined five times." Wang Chen's Yanmiao clone manifested beside Xu Qing, a faint light in his eyes, looking at Xu Qing.

"Child, this physical body secret skill of yours... is very strong! Find a time later, shall we spar?"

"You'd better stay far away from me." Xu Qing said calmly.

"What if I don't," Wang Chen raised his eyebrows.

"Then I won't restrain my own poison. You might have to change a clone." Xu Qing said frankly.

The next instant, Wang Chen disappeared. When he appeared, he was already in the distance, coughing awkwardly at Xu Qing.

And at this moment, Kong Xianglong also returned from the sky, landing on the ground with a 'bang', his gaze sweeping over everyone, finding that although the Sword-Holders of the Field Office had injuries, and some injuries were not light, they ultimately had no deaths, so he felt relieved.

He looked at Xu Qing again, nodded, and roared at Wang Chen.

"Yang Ling, you got a Yanmiao clan clone, and you're complacent? Ah, you didn't learn anything else, but you learned arrogance quite fast. Do you want to spar with me!"

"Dragon Brother, I was wrong." Wang Chen said quickly.

"Hurry up and repair the teleportation formation!"

"Received." Wang Chen ran over quickly and began to repair the formation.

Xu Qing looked at this scene. He suddenly felt that Kong Xianglong at this moment was vaguely similar to when the Palace Master criticized them. ===== CHAPTER 416 =====