The cultivator's terror in his eyes vanished instantly. The opportunity to get close to Ye Fengsheng was to use his own flesh and bones to strike Ye Fengsheng. Imagine the fist as large as a sandpot crashing against Fengsheng's jaw, lifting the right foot, stepping forward onto Fengsheng's knee, as if it hasn't been relieved yet, and he still holds the handle of the knife, then draws it backward, intending to sketch the shape of Fengsheng's body to hit the point with a punch.

Ye Fengsheng eagerly pounded with fists, creating a scene of blood and flesh flying. He struggled desperately, wanting to devour his own fist. His hand broke free from the sword's sheath, leaning forward, hitting his arm squarely. As his fist brushed his cheek, and as the elbow heavily struck his bulk, his body lost balance because his knee was kicked. The hard elbow, like a dull blade, slid straight down along the bones in front of his bulk, pressing down deeply, extending into his abdomen, shattering the force gathered there.

Blood instinctively flowed out of the monk's mouth, realizing his bulk and ribs had been secretly infected, and the pain of flesh and skin had penetrated into the marrow. For the first time, he raised his hand and struck Ye Fengsheng's red fruit, exposing his sun to the attack range. Meanwhile, he raised both legs, his steel knee striking Ye Fengsheng's head.

Ye Fengsheng suddenly spread his arms, pushing the distance between himself and the cultivator, but the cultivator's palm still smacked onto his forehead. To prevent himself from suffering a loss, he patted the empty palm, rotating his body 180 degrees in mid-air, bending down, lifting his leg, and pinching off the palm falling onto his head. Then, as he tried to retract his palm, his foot kicked heavily at the cultivator's chin.

The novice monk was not adept at leaving stubble like this, seeing he couldn't avoid Ye Fengsheng's foot, he reacted for the first time, lifting his hand to strike heavily on Ye Fengsheng's knee.

The two forces exploded simultaneously, soaring into the sky. Ye Fengsheng spun like a top, landing on the hard pavement, creating a large pit. The cultivator was kicked by head's force, flying backward over a hundred meters, firmly buried in the wasteland along the road.

A wave of mud arose.

The loss they faced was of high level, fortunately, they were both at a high level.

From fist to flesh, fist to foot, immense power prevailed. This was a tank; in the duel between the first two, it would be obliterated by fists and kicks. If it weren't for the hardened flesh and bones to a certain extent, their brains might have exploded without a corpse left.

Now, only the earth was blooming, destroying the road, leaving ravines.

Ye Fengsheng first crawled up from the ground, gazing for a long time at the monk in the pit on the wasteland. He was about to stand up bravely, to bear the consequences quickly. However, he didn't anticipate a great force behind him. Before he even turned around, the palm of a pulse-breaking, heart-stopping hand was already pressing against his spine.

"Bragging!"

Without any stagnation, his body flew with a mouthful of fresh blood. After dragging a deep trench on the hard cement road, he suddenly halted. Then, using the center of his body, he blew out a deep depression, crisscrossed pit! Arms spread across the crevice in the pit. The young man half-kneeling in the middle reached out his hand to cover his chest, with blood flowing from his mouth like money.

The white-haired old monk didn't pursue him. He heard the simultaneous fall of three swords behind him. Seeing the outcome of his hand from afar, a gleam of joy appeared in his eyes.

The overall situation was settled!

He thought in his heart if it weren't for this emotional upheaval, he wouldn't have been able to control the raging spirit within his body for a long time, causing his feet to spread three feet and the ground to crack inch by inch.

The novice monk in the fields gradually stood up, cracking the jaw placed at Ye Fengsheng's feet. At the same time, he stretched his joints. Streams of blood flowed from his pores. Even in heavy rain, it was hard to wash away the bloodstains on his body.

Slowly moving towards where Ye Fengsheng stood, leaving behind bloody footprints, his body staggered slightly, but the smile on his face was irresistible.

He didn't immediately deliver a fatal blow to the dying man. He took a deep breath and looked at the grey-haired cultivator across from him. A sense of relief appeared in his eyes.

For the most part, I have completed this tricky task.

Ye Fengsheng's clothes in the pit were completely blown from his heart, showing traces of shattering like a big bomb after the explosion. He didn't deliberately suppress the blood flowing from his mouth, because he knew very well that in this situation, even if suppressed, it wouldn't have any effect. The two Yuan Ying practitioners opposite clearly knew better than they did how effective this method was.

The white-haired monk finally calmed his excited emotions to a certain extent. He took two steps towards Ye Fengsheng and asked, "Last words?"

Ye Fengsheng laughed, bleeding from all seven orifices, his face menacing.

The grey-haired cultivator smiled softly, "Then go to hell."

As the words fell, Spirit Energy rolled in his palm, suddenly illuminating a rainy night like brilliant spiritual sunshine.

Ye Fengsheng took a deep breath, lowering his eyelids. At this moment, a special glow erupted from his eyes, penetrating his eyelids and engraving onto the land before him.

His soul erupted within, rolling like rivers and seas, sweeping the ocean like a storm. The two lotus flowers etched on the ground were moved by it, gradually showing signs of fusion.

When Lingqi River and Lingqi Sea surged and roared, the meridians containing Lingqi vibrated like river channels. Suddenly, a spirit was born from chaos. Three sets of meridians were fully integrated in the preface. On both sides of the meridians, the Buddhist forms indifferent to joy or sorrow blurred under the boiling Spirit Energy wash until disappearing.

Ye Fengsheng gently closed his eyes, shivered slightly, then regained calmness.

The integration of the three skills, the major passages of the channel operation were fully integrated within the body with numerous major positions and meridians, and a very thick, extensive Spirit Energy was formed, running directly through the heart and lungs like a tide, passing smoothly. Even the muscles and blood vessels already beginning to fracture outside the atria were reassembled under the integration operation of the meridians, even stronger than before!

The external aura invading the cardiac veins vanished instantly under the impact of the new aura, turning into traceless dust.

It was like the soul of a dragon, emitting a bright glow in the night sky. Like a river, it surged towards Ye Fengsheng's body. The deadly silence that destroyed everything, even put the young face aside, still felt a bit shocked by the cultivator next to him!

Ye Fengsheng suddenly opened his eyes, with no lotus in them.

Slowly wiping away the black and red blood at the corner of his mouth, he stood up, staring intently at the massive aura. He couldn't resist the defensive actions, nor could he avoid it.

At the moment the spirit destroying the world collided with him, this frail young man suddenly became blurred.

The entire earth trembled under the impact of such an atmosphere, like an earthquake. Within ten miles around the highway and mountains, all the turtles shattered into pieces, crisscrossed trenches immediately taking over all the land.

At this moment, I don't know how many dreamers were woken by the shock, and how many insomniacs were startled.

The two cultivators dangling in mid-air looked at the ruins below, taking a deep breath.

This is the end!

"What's that?"

Suddenly, an icy voice came from the sky. They were all stunned. When they were shocked, they suddenly lifted their heads and saw the skinny figure among the elves standing in the air, one hand behind them, with a white shirt unmoved by the wind.