Chapter 142: Strong physique

How can this be?
Zhu Gang was startled, Bai Qiufeng stopped talking, and Song Tianling was silent.
Qiu Ji, the middle-stage cultivator of the Purple Mansion realm, looked at Wang Yu's straight body, with a shock that was beyond words.
The Hurricane Blade, that is his most proud magical power, the Three Blades of God Killing, and even his strongest killing technique. For him for so many years, he has been sitting on Cuiping Mountain and struck countless provocatives.
I thought that Wang Yu would be killed and shredded as in the past, but the result was not satisfactory.
How did he know that because of his hurricane blade, Wang Yu broke through the physical realm and reached twelve levels. With the physical breakthrough, most of his injuries were recovered.
What's even more annoying is that Wang Yu's words made him angry, and his nostrils were breathing fire: "Little bastard, you have a big tone. Although I don't know how you survived on my God Killing Blade, but Don’t think that if you can survive, you can compare with me. You are not worthy!"
Qiu Ji almost roared out the last three words.
He raised his right hand again and grabbed the air, and the wind gathered on his hand again.
"Supernatural powers, hurricane blade, kill me!"
Qiu Ji roared, pushing his palms forward, countless wind blades, raining down toward Wang Yu.
Facing Qiu Ji's big killer move, Wang Yu showed a sneer this time. For the small wind blade, instead of using the sword to break it up, he directly exposed his chest.
Let the wind blade hit his body, making clanking noises, as if hitting a metal shield.
The physical realm has reached twelve levels, and it is already at the strongest level of the mortal rank of the refining flow, and the physical defense can be comparable to lower-grade magic weapons.
Qiu Ji's hurricane blade, the wind blade in front, to Wang Yu, only a little pain, no major harm.
"This..." Zhu Gang, Bai Qiufeng, and Song Tianling were stunned when they saw this scene. How could his body be so strong.
Qiu Ji is even more incredible.
His triumphant supernatural power, although the attack power in front of him is not very strong, but it was the first time I saw him using flesh and blood to block his wind blade.
"I don't believe it, I'm going to kill you!" Qiu Ji angered, Feng Blade faster.
Wang Yu smiled, holding the Azure Dragon Sword, ignoring Feng Blade, and directly killing Qiu Ji.
Those wind blades, if they hit him quickly, they were really like raindrops, and they didn't hurt Wang Yu. For Wang Yu, he didn't care about anything except the last three blades.
Even the last three blades, for Wang Yu, there is no difficulty in blocking it.
"God Killing Blade, the first blade!"
Seeing that the other wind blades could not hurt Wang Yu, Qiu Ji was really anxious. The last three blades were ready to go. When Wang Yu was ten steps away from him, he released the third blade.
Whoosh!
The wind blade broke through the air and took Wang Yu's head straight.
Wang Yu's expression remained unchanged. As soon as the Azure Dragon sword was lifted, the sword light flickered, and with a ding sound, the wind blade was scattered. He himself was just charging and was stopped for a few breaths.
Wang Yu moved forward again.
"God Killing Blade, the second blade!"
The two were only four or five steps away, and they were close at hand. Qiu Ji's wind blade flew out and immediately hit the sword in Wang Yu's hand.
Under the tremendous impact of the second blade, Wang Yu still stepped back seven or eight steps, extending the distance between the two to ten steps away.
Wang Yuhu's mouth was numb, and blood was cracked.
Qiu Ji was not happy when he saw this place. To Wang Yu, this level of bleeding was not even a minor injury.
This is already the second blade, and only the third blade is stronger than him.
"God-killing blade, third blade, god-killing!"
Qiu Ji roared, with killing intent in his eyes, wishing to tear Wang Yu to pieces. The strongest wind blade, with his determination, killed Wang Yu.
"Supernatural powers, two divine swords!"
Wang Yu drank softly, and Tai Chi patterns appeared behind him, yin and yang surrounded his body, and the sword's edge was shining brightly, following him with a light stroke.
The curved sword light hit the wind blade.
With a bang, the sword light shattered, and the power of the wind blade was reduced by 80%, and he killed Wang Yu again.
Wang Yu swung his sword and smashed the remaining power of the wind blade. His body was only shaken, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he took a step, jumped, and rushed to Qiu Ji.
The distance of more than ten steps was shortened instantly.
At such a close distance, Qiu Ji's Hurricane Blade had no effect on Wang Yu.
"I don't believe it, you are not hurt."
Qiu Ji is also a veteran. Wang Yu's strongest trick is nothing but Wang Yu, but he can see that his hurricane blade still hurt Wang Yu. Wang Yu's strength must be compromised. He can use it without the hurricane blade. Other martial arts.
The palm of the hand touched the meson bag, and there was a scimitar in his hand.
"Hurricane Knife Art!"
The sword in Qiu Ji's hand was sharp, and as he moved, the blade met the Azure Dragon Sword.
clang! clang! clang……
Wang Yu and Qiu Ji fought together. With one sword and one sword, they collided constantly, sparks splashed everywhere, and it was difficult to distinguish between each other.
Wang Yu had injuries on his body. He broke through the twelve levels of body refining, plus the twelve levels of qi refining. His current strength is straight up to Qiu Ji in the middle of the purple mansion realm.
"Qiu Ji, when he hit me just now, I was in a good mood. It was me this time."
Wang Yu sneered, and various methods, such as the Two-Yi Divine Sword Judgment, the Dragon Tiger Fist, and He Qi Ru Jian, etc., were displayed one by one from his hand.
Qiu Ji's defeat was revealed under Wang Yu's frantic attack, his strongest trick, because the distance was suppressed.
Over time, he will lose.
The three of Bai Qiufeng looked in their eyes and remembered that if Qiu Ji was defeated and killed, they would not be able to survive, so they would quickly step forward and besiege Wang Yu.
"Your assault is me!"
Wang Hu stopped in front of them a few steps.
When the yellow sand was filled just now, Wang Yu took a few pills for him, and his injury was partially healed.
Wang Yu competed with Qiu Ji. He changed the line to focus on the three of Bai Qiufeng. Seeing the three of them acted, he naturally blocked them.
"Bastard, get out!" Bai Qiufeng shouted angrily, and Zhu Gang smashed the whip at Wang Hu, Song Tianling wanted to detour.
"If you want to go over, pass my level first." Wang Hu screamed, using the tiger's mouth, tiger's claws and tiger's tail to the extreme, and he became entangled with the three of them.
He fought against the three monks at once, and his super power was somewhat invincible, but it would take a while for the three to defeat him.
"Dragon Tiger Punch!"
On the other side, Wang Yu caught a flaw in Qiu Ji. The Azure Dragon Sword blocked Qiu Ji's scimitar, and his left fist fell directly on the opponent's chest.
Qiu Ji didn't refining his body. Facing Wang Yu's heavy punch, he was directly beaten out.
Before he landed, Wang Yu immediately deceived him, pierced Qiu Ji's sword mang with a single sword, and nailed the whole man to a big tree.
At the same time, he glanced at Wang Hu's direction. Wang Hu was injured by the three of Bai Qiufeng. He continued to drink softly, and three sword qis came out of his mouth.
The three of Bai Qiufeng quickly defended, blocking Wang Yu's sword energy with their weapons.
Clang clang!
Three times, all three of them fell to the ground, unable to get up. At this point, the four Qiu Ji were subdued by Wang Yu.