"What a mistake!"

"Your strength is beyond my imagination...... But the more this happens, the more excited I become, because I can occupy a body like no other in the world!"

Bei Xuan Zhenren raised his arms to the sky.

In the ruins of the collapsed Burial Dragon Mountain, wisps of black smoke quickly rushed out, heading towards the clouds in the sky. The originally clear sky suddenly darkened at this moment. The black smoke seemed to cover the top of a dark cloud......

"Close!"

He let out a loud cry, his mouth opened, and the black smoke that filled the sky was swallowed into his stomach like a whale.

And the remaining black smoke was also like a tornado towards the body of the Northern Xuan Zhenren. Between his slender torso and limbs, he transformed into a black armor. At the same time, Beixuan Zhenren's right hand grabbed into the air, and the remaining black smoke turned into a three-pointed and two-edged knife!

The cheers of Liang Xiao and Zhang Jiao stopped abruptly and were completely annihilated in their throats.

"Immortal, he is actually immortal?" Liang Xiao shouted.

Yang Mucheng's punch before, if it was an ordinary Xuanqi Realm martial artist, I am afraid that it would have already been smashed and completely shattered the bone organs, even if it was barely dead, it would be seriously injured and unable to fight again. But this Beixuan real person doesn't seem to be damaged at all.

"Is there anyone else who is his opponent?" Zhang Jiao only felt a chill all over his body. Knowing that Bei Xuan Zhenren was still alive in the world, even if he was given eight guts, he would not dare to step into the Burial Dragon Mountain!

"That black smoke, is it Beixuan Zhenren?" Xi'er shouted in a lost voice.

She cultivated the cultivation of the grandmaster, and she didn't even have the qualifications to look at the other party, just a casual glance, she felt that steel needles pierced her pupils, making her eyes cry and difficult to open.

"Beixuan Zhenren, but hasn't he been dead for hundreds of years?, how can he still be alive?" Bai Zhong's eyes widened.

A dead man, and this kind of strength, he is simply unheard of, unseen.

Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back and looked at the resurrected Beixuan Zhenren, without any expression on his face.

"If I can smash you once, I can smash you a second time......"

Bei Xuan Zhenren let out a deep laugh:

"It's a joke! If I'm still at the peak of my strength, I can be crushed to death at will against an ant like you. The strength of the Xuanye Realm martial artist is definitely not something you can understand......"

Beixuan Zhenren looked at Yang Mucheng greedily.

This concrete strength has exceeded his imagination. Even in his life, he had never seen such a perfect body.

'Perhaps, only the disciples of those families and those forces can have such a physique!'

Bei Xuan Zhenren thought. But then, he shook his head. Fortunately, before I died, I set up a 'Yin Gathering Array' in the Burial Dragon Mountain to keep my soul immortal and become a ghost. Otherwise, he is definitely not the opponent of this kid. However, although the Burial Dragon Mountain is destroyed, the effectiveness of the 'Yin Gathering Array' is still there, and I am an immortal!"

He thought to himself, but his movements did not stop for the slightest.

The three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand pointed forward, and then his body shook!

"Boom!"

A thunderclap resounded in the entire Burial Dragon Mountain, and the invisible and transparent air was directly forcibly separated by Beixuan Zhenren at this moment, turning into white clouds. From a distance, it looked like a surging wave was set off by him, surging towards all directions.

Before Liang Xiao and the others came to their senses, they were hit by this wave of qi, vomited blood and flew out.

Although Xi'er was far away, she could also feel the terrifying power contained in this wave of qi, and her complexion couldn't help but change greatly.

"Is the Holy Lord actually fighting with such an being?"

Bai Zhong's eyes burst out.

"I said, why don't you believe it? If I can smash you once, I can kill you a second time!"

Yang Mucheng shook his head, and in the face of the shot that seemed to be able to penetrate even space, it was another punch.

Thirty-six styles of real martial arts, thirty-six styles are out together!

If Beixuan Zhenren is a monstrous wave that is enough to sweep the heavens and the earth, then Yang Mucheng is a steady and immovable mountain. No matter how terrible the waves were, he had nothing to fear. What's more, Yang Mucheng is not an ordinary mountain, but Mount Tai!

Rumble!

This punch hit the three-pointed two-edged knife.

The white cloud completely shattered under this punch, and the body of the spear formed by the black smoke was blasted away at this moment. At the same time, this huge force poured into the body of Beixuan Zhenren along the three-pointed two-edged knife.

The armor on his body that almost condensed into substance shattered instantly, and his body was completely scattered at this moment.

The scene just now re-evolved.

Beixuan Zhenren was blown away again, and his body turned transparent.

"If you have any other skills, just show them!"

Yang Mucheng withdrew his fist and looked at the other party. In just three or four breaths, Beixuan Zhenren swallowed the black smoke scattered in the void into his stomach again, and transformed into his previous appearance and posture again.

"Scattered again!Could it be that he can really kill Beixuan Zhenren!" Zhang Jiao's voice trembled.

In front of them, Beixuan Zhenren, who was almost invincible in the world, couldn't help Yang Mucheng's punch.

Liang Xiao shook his head, with a hint of caution in his eyes: "I'm afraid it's not that simple! Even if Yang Mucheng beats him into dust, he can still be resurrected again. But Yang Mucheng is flesh and blood after all...... Although his fist was incomparably strong, how many times could he strike such an attack? When Yang Mucheng's qi and blood weakened, it would be the time for Beixuan Zhenren to counterattack!"

When everyone heard this, their bodies shook.

Hurriedly looked at Yang Mucheng, although Yang Mucheng was very strong, he was facing an even more powerful Beixuan Zhenren!

"Can it be restored?"

"I'd like to see how many times you can recover!"

A cold glint flashed in Yang Mucheng's eyes.

Third punch!

Fourth punch!

Fifth punch!

......

Sixteenth punch!

......

Twenty-third punch!

......

Thirty-ninth punch!

Whenever Beixuan Zhenren recovered, he would blast out the thirty-six forms of true martial arts and break them up. His attack, instead of being as weakened as everyone imagined, became more and more ferocious and furious, one punch stronger than one punch.

At the beginning, Bei Xuan Zhenren only needed three or four breaths to recover, and even by the time the fortieth punch was blasted, it took him three sticks of incense to recover. Moreover, not only could the armor and the three-pointed two-edged knife not be condensed with black smoke, but even if it was condensed, it would consume a lot of his strength.

"Is your qi and blood endless?"

Bei Xuan Zhenren shouted.

Until this time, he could still feel the vast qi and blood in Yang Mucheng's body.

PS: Thank you for the tips of the two book friends, Tea Piaoxiang and Jiacheng.

(End of chapter)