Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

"What a Scattering Hand Eight Pounces! It's said that your eight pounces are evenly matched with the first eight blades of Song Que's Heavenly Blade Nine Questions, truly exquisite."

As he watched Ning Daoqi's moves, flowing freely without set patterns, galloping like a heavenly steed to attack and kill.

Jiang Dali praised, yet his hands and feet moved not a bit slower, his palms spreading wide with one yin and one yang. His left hand slowly yet swiftly executed the Nine Layers of Furious Stone Breaking Palm, while his right performed the fierce and powerful Dragon Claw Hand.

Swoosh!!!

In the instant the claw was extended, the air erupted with an unbearably sharp and piercing scream, akin to the painful drilling of an electric drill.

Ning Daoqi's expression grew solemn, his tall figure suddenly shifting with the force in a formation-stepping style, completing the span across fifteen meters in an instant.

Suddenly, his two hands became like two playful birds, chasing and pecking at each other, fighting delightedly as they moved towards Jiang Dali, his techniques blending reality and illusion, transforming endlessly.

During this, Ning Daoqi seemed immersed in the spectacle, not even looking at Jiang Dali's powerful attacks, as if a child enchanted by a frolicking sparrow.

This was the essence of the Eight Pounces, entirely hinging on the concept of 'illusion,' as illusion could generate momentum, thus extending infinitely.

Clean and tranquil reaching illusion, thus this illusion becoming reality. Between illusion and reality, though the states vary immensely, they are nothing but the natural way, profound and mysterious, neither large nor small.

The two attacks momentarily clashed.

It was like mercury pouring forth, or akin to wind blowing through a forest, with the wind weaving through the gaps in the leaves, each leaf swayed by the wind, which in turn shifted with the movements of the leaves.

In Xu Ziling's eyes, Ning Daoqi's two hands seemed truly like agile little birds, freely flitting through any gaps or openings.

Though Jiang Dali's one palm and one claw attacked with great force, wide and open.

However, Ning Daoqi's exquisite offensive was like a seabird swiftly flying amidst a storm, unperturbed by the fierce storm, continuing to fly rapidly.

Suddenly at this moment, Master Feixuan moved, like a Cold Palace Fairy returning by moonlight, gliding towards the eaves not far away, aiming to snatch the Evil Emperor Relics resting there like a round moon.

"Trying to snatch the relics so easily?"

Jiang Dali chuckled softly, his body bursting with momentum gathered under the Nine Mysterious Great Method, pulling his cloak forward with a twist and a shake.

Woosh—

The black cloak suddenly unfurled, infused with the Heaven and Earth Power across fifteen meters, the cloak soaring like dark clouds rolling and shaking towards Ning Daoqi. The previously light cloak now emitted overlapping frightening mighty force.

This was the integration of the Nine Layers of Furious Stone Breaking Palm Technique into the cloak, making the cloak both strong and soft, its force layer upon layer like ocean waves.

If one could not see through the danger and subtlety and rashly attempted to catch it, even if they managed to withstand one layer of force, they would inevitably be seriously injured by the subsequent force.

"Good palm technique!!"

Ning Daoqi's face tightened, he suddenly let out a long cry, his arms spreading wide like Xiao Yao riding the clouds, with the vitality of a flying dragon, indescribably marvelous.

He proactively retreated, his whole body's momentum swiftly condensing and rising with the retreat.

Retreating, not a sign of weakness.

But following the intention of the Heavenly Dao, with the grace of discretion.

Like riding six dragons to command the heavens, retreating to advance.

Simultaneously, Jiang Dali's whole body was enveloped in a pale golden hue, his powerful frame seeming taller and more imposing than before, a thick pale gold hand drawing an arc. As if grasping the sky and earth, it emitted a wild Absorption Force, fiercely grabbing at Master Feixuan.

"Come back to me!"

"Clang"!

The sword was unsheathed.

An indestructible sword qi surged from the blade of Master Feixuan's Sekong Sword, piercing the air, pointing at Jiang Dali's grasping hand.

"Boom"!

Sword qi clashed with palm power.

The Sekong Sword hummed and vibrated mightily, almost flying out of Master Feixuan's grasp towards Jiang Dali.

This caused Master Feixuan's figure to abruptly freeze in mid-air for a moment, her black hair quickly swept into a dance by the Absorption Force, clothing fluttering as True Qi surged uncontrollably towards Jiang Dali.

"Feixuan!"

Xu Ziling watched with his heart in his throat, even though he wanted to intervene, he dared not.

Wise as he was, he knew well that not taking action and not angering the village chief would mean this is merely a spar.

If he angered the village chief, the ultimate consequences would be unfathomable.

At that split second, Master Feixuan could not resist the wild suction, her figure spinning like a whirlwind, uncontrollably flying towards Jiang Dali's wide open grasping hand.

"In the Beiming lies a fish, its name is Kun!!"

At that moment, Ning Daoqi let out a clear and long cry, his body's qi boiling and rising from his throat like a Golden Roc's cry across nine heavens.

A hint of genuine smile adorned the corner of his lips, five strands of long beard swaying with the wind over his chest.

His hands turned into Great Pengs diving to the sky, suddenly striking to shatter the cloak, his sleeves bulging as qi force surged, embodying the Heaven and Earth Power across fifteen meters, suddenly transforming into a giant Kunpeng, his palms striking with heavy claw shadows and gusts, proactively enveloping Jiang Dali.

This strike, long awaited, was as if shattering the sky, instantly tearing apart Jiang Dali's constructed absorption force field. Not only did it relieve Master Feixuan, but it also aimed to suppress Jiang Dali with the momentum of the heavens and earth.

"So this is your eighth pounce!"

Jiang Dali neither dodged nor evaded, laughing loudly, his whole body trembling with bones and muscles, tiger roaring and dragon singing, a series of crisp and dense sounds echoing as he suddenly stepped forward.

His arm formed a blade with two fingers, moving like a great saber cleaving the sky.

Clang!—

Intense saber qi surged abruptly from his palm.

Like a saber qi formed by a golden dragon cutting through the sky straight at Ning Daoqi.

Heavenly Reversing Divine Intent Saber—Golden Dragon Breaking the Sky!

The other palm suddenly formed the Treasure Vase Seal, sending a spiral-like force of the Treasure Bottle Force crashing towards Fairy Feixuan.

"In the north of the poor hair, there is a Beiming Sea, which is the Heavenly Pond. There is a fish in it, its breadth is thousands of miles, and no one knows its depth; its name is Kun. There is a bird in it, called Peng, its back as broad as Mount Tai, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky...!"

Facing the astonishing saber qi twisting and shooting like dragon-shaped energy, Ning Daoqi sang aloud.

His breath was long, as if truly transformed into a roc, soaring to the sky, surpassing clouds, and carrying the blue sky.

In an instant, his figure was like a ghost, his aura concealed, making his entire being seem insubstantial, like gods and ghosts appearing and disappearing, transforming into the azure wind, carefreely unhindered, moving like a celestial horse.

A few flickers allowed him to dodge the twisted gold dragon blade qi, both palms striking Jiang Dali's muscular chest.

But between the drop of the palms, there was no sense of lightness; instead, they slammed down heavily, like a vajra upside-down cone.

Clang!!——

In a thundering explosion.

Jiang Dali's massive body quaked, the clothes on his chest shattered into pieces of cotton wool, revealing his hard, knotted pectoral muscles, and the floor tiles under his feet cracked open.

His level 7 blood-locking state was arduously broken, and a "-16" damage floated leisurely above Jiang Dali's head.

Almost simultaneously, Ning Daoqi seemed to transform into a whirlwind, emanating a blazing and robust Yang God aura, unleashing countless palms around Jiang Dali, each striking from an unexpected angle.

"Hahaha!! Ning Daoqi, your moves are exquisite, but your strength is completely insufficient!!"

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, taking a deep breath, his muscles bulging and radiant like gold.

The Golden Bell Qi Shield roared as it condensed into a massive sphere, with points of force all around, yet also points of rebound.

The dozens of intricate attacks Ning Daoqi unleashed were all repelled, even rebounding, causing his Qi and blood to churn, suffering internal injuries, which left him astonished.

Boom!!——

At the same time, Fairy Feixuan was also unleashing sword qi across the sky, her Sekong Sword transformed into full sky of light and shadow, using fierce sword qi to shatter the Treasure Bottle Force, elegantly soaring towards the eaves like a fairy.

"Take another strike of my Great Sun Heavenly Thunder!"

Jiang Dali exhaled and took a step forward, the Golden Bell Qi Shield dissipating on its own.

His eyes suddenly emitted a blazing light, his palm transformed into a blade, cleaving towards Ning Daoqi like heavenly thunder striking from above.

Whoosh!——

The Yang God seemed to transform into a blazing great sun at that instant.

The radiating thunder fire and the aura of the Yang God made Xu Ziling nearby feel like worshipping, his heart and spirit seemingly roasted on a fire, suffering.

Crack!!

A twisting saber light flickered like blue thunderfire flashing twice within dark clouds.

Then it transformed into a sharp guillotine, violently cleaving the dark clouds apart, piercing out with dazzling white light.

The third form of the Heavenly Reversing Divine Intent Saber, Great Sun Heavenly Thunder, blazing and fierily powerful, its momentum intense, yet swiftly as an electric red veil, piercing through clouds with fiery speed.

"He who rides on the righteousness of heaven and earth, commanding the debate of the six qi, how could others wait for him?"

Ning Daoqi shouted loudly, his face showing no emotion, yet his momentum changed drastically, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, a bird flying into a forest, cutting off all hope.

With a wave of his hand, the powers of heaven and earth transformed into six qi entering the palms of his hands, gathering and consolidating into a solid-like qi shield.

Both hands suddenly joined together, abruptly clenching the fierce and tyrannical saber qi like thunder and lightning.

Almost at that moment, Fairy Feixuan was less than fifteen meters from the eaves, the Sekong Sword in her hand already reaching towards the Evil Emperor Relics.

However, Ning Daoqi's face suddenly turned red, and the saber qi clutched in his hands not only wasn't crushed by the six qi, but instead exploded like a real piece of heavenly thunder, emitting a rumbling explosion.

Boom!!!

The fierce saber qi accompanied by the yang domineering aura of the Yang God suddenly exploded.

Ning Daoqi's palm power instantly collapsed, his sleeves blasted into flying scraps, his hands bloodied and mangled, his entire being blown away by the terrifying saber qi, spitting blood as he crashed to the ground, incredibly wretched.

Renowned as an expert in the Heavenly Human 5th Realm, Ning Daoqi, a great grandmaster of Tang, who previously had pursued the Evil King three times but failed to capture him, was now defeated so swiftly and shamefully.

Fairy Feixuan's Sekong Sword was almost reaching the Evil Emperor Relics, but this sudden drastic change made her heart tremble, her movements inevitably slowing.

In that instant, Jiang Dali's demon-like figure already stomped a foot.

The entire plaza seemed to sway with his stomp.

Boom!!——

His figure instantly blurred.

Fairy Feixuan let out a delicate cry, the Sekong Sword anticipating, its sword light flickering like a bright moon covered by light clouds, a severe sword qi instantly extending out.

A gigantic golden fist ignored the sword qi, thunderously attacking!

"Bang"!

The Sekong Sword was hit on its side by the punch.

The forceful energy leaked, raising dust on the path.

Fairy Feixuan's arm shook violently, the Sekong Sword wailing as it flew from her hand, her face turning pale, barely having time to react.

A palm had already viciously pressed on her chest, her delicate body instantly like a kite with a broken string, crashing through a building window and falling inside, the blood she sprayed flying across the sky...

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