Chapter 332 Absolute Crush

Song Tianming took a deep breath, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Song Tianming hummed, and the spiritual power in his body boiled, and an ancient and mysterious breath emanated from his body.

Song Tianming's figure instantly became blurred, and he shuttled through the battlefield like a ghost, leaving a trail of afterimages, making it difficult to grasp his true position.

At the same time, the Devouring Demon Sword in Song Tianming's hand also changed, and strange patterns appeared on the sword.

Wherever the sword light went, the space seemed to be distorted. Every time the sword was swung, it was accompanied by the surge of the netherworld power, forcing Yao Xing to be doubly careful to deal with it.

And Yao Xing, facing Song Tianming's fierce attack, was not to be outdone.

Yao Xing roared, and the Yangfeng blood in his body boiled to the extreme, and a layer of golden flame armor appeared on the surface of his body. It was the Blazing Sun Battle Armor that he had practiced for many years.

This armor not only has amazing defensive power, but also can transform the attacks received into Yangfeng power to counterattack the enemy.

In addition, the bronze Zen staff in Yao Xing's hand also changed, and complex runes appeared on the staff.

With Yao Xing's low shout, the Wind and Thunder Zen Staff was swung out suddenly, and the wind and clouds surged, thunder and lightning intertwined, forming a series of terrifying wind and thunder blades, whistling towards Song Tianming.

During the battle, the two also sacrificed their magic weapons. Song Tianming took out an ancient jade pendant and waved it gently. The jade pendant turned into a huge black shield, blocking him in front of him. The shield was flowing with a dark light, as if it could swallow all attacks.

Yao Xing drew a golden long whip from his waist. When the long whip was swung, it brought up bursts of whistling wind. Wherever the whip passed, the space seemed to be torn apart.

The two of them fought back and forth, and the magical powers and magic weapons were intertwined, and the battle became more and more intense.

Song Tianming's Nether Phantom Step and Demon Shadow Mystery made Yao Xing unpredictable, and Yao Xing's Blazing Sun Battle Armor and Wind and Thunder Zen Staff were also amazingly powerful.

The two kept testing and counterattacking in the battle. Every collision shook the void, shocking Yan Ruyu and Peng Yue who were watching.

It was unbelievable that Song Tianming could fight Yao Xing on equal terms.

However, just when the battle seemed to be indistinguishable, Song Tianming suddenly made an amazing decision.

Song Tianming took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body surged to the extreme, and a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes.

Song Tianming shouted in a low voice: "Sword will unite, and the netherworld will split the sky!"

The World Devouring Demon Sword suddenly shone brightly, perfectly merging with Song Tianming's sword will, turning into a dark sword light, cutting through the sky and going straight to Yao Xing's vitals.

Seeing this, Yao Xing did not dare to be careless. He roared, gathered all the Yangfeng power in his body on the Wind and Thunder Zen Staff, and fought hard to resist this terrifying sword light.

In an instant, the two's energy collided, their magic power surged, and the Dao patterns swept like waves, stirring the sky.

On the Yunxiao battlefield, in the ten thousand meter dome, the remaining clouds were swept by the energy vortex of the two, turning into a white fog barrier, blocking the view.

After a while, the fog barrier dispersed, and Song Tianming was not touched at all. The wind was light and the clouds were light, and his breath was steady. On the other hand, Yao Xing on the opposite side had his body exploded, his flesh was bleeding, and the bronze Zen staff was even more cracked, which was horrifying.

There is no doubt that the winner has been decided. Song Tianming reversed everything and suppressed Yao Xing, the once top talent, to the limit.

Yao Xing was full of astonishment. He actually lost to Song Tianming, a very young new monk, in the competition of conventional combat power. This is incredible.

Peng Yue was even more solemn. He didn't expect Song Tianming to be so terrible. He could be on par with Yao Xing, and even have a slight advantage. How terrible is this new monk.

Luo Yi and Li Ye looked at each other, their eyes full of shock. They didn't expect that Song Tianming, whom they once despised, would have such terrible fighting power, even shocking.

The two were somewhat fortunate. Although they also despised and looked down on Song Tianming, they did not take action in the end, and they still stayed at the level of talking.

Fortunately, Yao Xing, the big fool, forced Song Tianming to show his strength, otherwise they would be the ones who were slapped in the face.

Yan Ruyu blinked her beautiful eyes and stared at Song Tianming tightly. She felt mixed emotions in her heart and was extremely shocked. She had never seen such a heaven-defying person like Song Tianming in the southern cultivation world of Qiongbei Territory.

"If we can bring him back, maybe the family will change their minds."

Yan Ruyu thought about this, and her eyes were full of tenderness when she looked at Song Tianming.

And Yao Xing, the big fool with well-developed limbs, also noticed Yan Ruyu's abnormality. He was furious and howled to the sky. The howling sound tore the sky of the universe and cracked the remaining clouds of the eight wastelands.

Yao Xing's figure was accompanied by blazing flames. His whole body was covered with more dazzling golden flame armor, and his eyes were shining with unyielding light.

"Song Tianming, you are indeed very strong, but today, I, Yao Xing, will also let you see what is the real limit of physical cultivation!"

Yao Xing's voice was like thunder, shaking the surrounding space.

Yao Xing held the Wind and Thunder Zen Staff tightly with both hands, and his muscles were tense, like a lion about to be angry.

"Since you are so persistent, then I will show you what is the pinnacle of swordsmanship!" Song Tianming shouted in a low voice, his eyes suddenly opened, and shot out two sharp sword beams.

Song Tianming pulled with both hands, and the World Devouring Demon Sword and the black shield instantly merged into one, turning into a huge black giant sword, with darkness and light interweaving on the sword, as if it could cut off all the falsehoods in the world.

"Netherworld Light Slash!" Song Tianming shouted, and swung the black giant sword suddenly. A sword light mixed with the power of the netherworld and light cut through the sky and rushed straight to Yao Xing.

This sword was so powerful that it was enough to shake the world.

Seeing this, Yao Xing did not dare to be careless. He roared, and the Yangfeng blood in his body boiled again. The flame armor on his body shone brightly, as if a scorching sun was in the sky.

The wind and thunder Zen staff in Yao Xing's hand also burst out with unprecedented light, turning into wind and thunder blades, and violently collided with the Netherworld Light Slash.

At this time, Yao Xing suddenly raised his head and let out a deafening roar.

With this roar, the Yangfeng blood in his body seemed to be completely stimulated, and an unprecedented force surged from his body, instantly tearing apart Song Tianming's sword light.

"Yangfeng Explosion Fist!"

Yao Xing roared and punched out. Wherever his fist passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, forming a huge crack.

Song Tianming sneered, and applied the escape technique to the extreme. Then he flashed and avoided Yao Xing's fatal blow.

At the same time, Song Tianming swung the black giant sword in his hand again, and the yin and yang qi wrapped around the sword body, and the eight trigrams circled the void, and then it was like a long galaxy, and the Milky Way waterfall fell, directly hitting Yao Xing's six-foot golden body.

Yao Xing was very strong, at least standing at the top of the northern cultivation world in the Qiongbei domain, and was an extraordinary existence that the disciples could not look up to and reach.

But in front of Song Tianming, everything was meaningless.

Boom!

The high-energy sword energy was rampant, and Yao Xing's body, which had been tempered to the extreme, could not resist it. Pieces of muscle burst like flesh, bursting out gurgling blood, and his meridians were broken and his cave was unstable.

If Yao Xing's body had not undergone a transformation and had the cultivation of the middle stage of the Yuhua realm, such a serious injury would have threatened his life.