Martial Boss Chapter 1042

Two hundred miles away from the True Martial Gate, Mount Cui Feng no longer exists.

This place is now filled with tornadoes that connect the sky to the ground and hurricanes of turbid air that rush to the sky. Under the clash of three supreme beings, this place has become a place of heavenly calamity.

But fortunately, the battle was coming to an end. The white-haired Daoist, standing in the sky, ignoring the hurricane tornadoes as if they were nothing, would be the final and long-predicted victor.

“Boom…”

In the midst of the hurricane, a powerful fist broke through the air, followed by a fist that could shake mountains and rivers.

“Still not dead.”

Qing Yu calmly probed his hand, his seemingly powerless white palm pressed against the fist and suddenly tightened its grip. Then, the fist blade that shook the heavens and the earth could not shake Qing Yu one bit at this point.

“Karaoke ——”

Fine and crisp bone cracking sound rang out, Ji Chengtian, who was already at the end of his strength, was not able to resist Qing Yu’s power, his fist was crushed, even as ——

“Boom.”

In a soft and somewhat dull sound, Ji Chengtian’s fist was shattered into a bloody mist by the bursting might, before being kicked down into mid-air.

“And you.”

Qing Yu swung out with one hand, and the heavenly cataclysmic gale was swept away by a great invisible force, revealing an already devastated earth. And at the end of the sight was the Witch King who was flying away.

Compared to Ji Chengtian, who had fought against Qing Yu, the Witch King was slightly less injured and had not lost much of his strength due to his bronze battle armour and his adaptation to the power of the Turbid Fury.

However, even at his full strength, the Witch King did not have the slightest intention of killing Qing Yu at this time. If he still could not understand who was the hunter and who was the prey, then he would have wasted his strength.

“Want to escape? I still remember that arrow ——”

Qing Yu probed his hand and took out an evil longbow with a bat head in the centre from space, which was none other than the Heavenly God Armament – Heavenly Execution.

He attached a Heaven Punishing Evil Arrow to the bow, gathered the power of the Golden Morning Sun, and pulled the bowstring to the extreme at once, aiming it at the Witch King, “Witch King, as I said, the arrow of that day will be repaid one day ——”

The evil arrow absorbed the power of the golden morning sun, and the Yang energy of the great light and righteousness actually complemented the evil arrow, which was also of the fire genus, causing the arrow to burn with golden flames, and a golden crow cried in a trance.

“Heartless shot, one arrow – kill the gods.”

The arrow has a heart, but the arrow has a spirit.

With a sudden release of the string, the evil arrow, which had gathered the power of the blazing flames of the golden sun, was like light and lightning, running through the defeated figure in a thousand miles.

It was as if it was yesterday all over again, when Qing Yu had not dodged that arrow, and the Witch King, too, had not dodged Qing Yu’s arrow.

The Witch King staggered to the ground, half-kneeling, with golden flames rising from his body and the power of the blazing yang fleeing into his limbs and bones, causing him pain.

The Southern Border’s Sun-Rapturing Arrow and the Witch’s Battle Body complemented each other and could greatly target Yang energy and vitality, but conversely, if the power of the Dry Yang was superior to that of the Earth Fury, then it could also restrain the Southern Border’s Battle Body.

It was for this reason that Qing Yu used the Red Sun’s Arrow from the Nine Arrows of Heavenly Punishment, paired with the power of the Golden Morning Sun, to give the Witch King the maximum kill.

“Defeated ——”

Old Man Timeless Life dropped to the ground in dismay.

In the middle of the heavenly calamity just now, although he had also suffered considerable injuries, those injuries were not as great as the psychological blow he was receiving at this moment.

Qing Yu had truly stepped into the pinnacle of the strongest, and the Witch King and Ji Chengtian alone could not defeat him, not even by inflicting wounds on him.

Ji Chengtian was seriously injured, and the Witch King was burning with Yang fire, so he was not far from death. I thought I was here to reap heads, but I never thought that my side would be the one to be reaped.

“Since you are defeated, then suffer death.”

Without further ado, the figure standing in the air abruptly appeared in front of the Old Man of Time’s Destiny and placed a palm over his head.

“Boom…”

The sudden appearance of the palm held back Qing Yu’s life-threatening palm, and also allowed the Timeless Old Man’s life to last for one more second.

“Hmph!”

Qing Yu exploded his palm strength, wildly and powerfully trying to break this pawned mantis, but only to see the Xuan Yuan flowing on his opponent’s palm, the heaven and earth changing, actually turning his palm strength into big but small, small but nothing.

At the same time, his body transformed into qi, sweeping away the old man below him, and in a flash, he swept a hundred feet away before stopping.

“Tai Shang Kai Tian Jing!”

Qing Yu slightly raised his head and looked at the figure in the distance in purple daoist robes, “Daoist friend Xuan Du, you are not being generous ——-”

“Hm?” Qing Yu frowned deeply, “You are not Xuan Du.”

The aura is still the same, the face is still the same, but the core is still completely different. If the Xuan Du that he had seen earlier was the Xuan Du with a greatly changed heart, what he saw now was a completely different person.

“Naturally I am not Xuandu,” the “Xuandu” who appeared before Qing Yu said frankly, “The Tai Shang Xuandu, one lineage after another, is in constant succession, they are all Xuandu, but I will not be Xuandu.”

These words made Qing Yu’s frown deepen.

It was not that the words “Xuandu” were so foggy, in fact, as long as one had some knowledge of the Tai Shang Dao Sect, one could basically understand the meaning of these words.

In the Tai Shang Daoist school, the Daoist master is Tai Shang and the Daoist son is Xuan Du, who will be the new Tai Shang when Tai Shang pa*ses away. All the generations of Tai Shang heirs in history have been Xuan Du.

There is only one person who is not Xuandu –

The only one who is not Xuandu is the one who originated the Tai Shang Dao, the one who united the qi practitioners and founded the Daoist sect – the Tai Shang Daoist Ancestor.

It was because he knew the meaning of the words that Qing Yu frowned so much. For this meant that he was now facing an old monster who had crawled out of the dust of ten thousand years of history.

Yes, old monsters. Although the virtue of the Dao Ancestor was no longer something that could be called virtuous, but he was hostile to Qing Yu, so naturally he was an old monster.

However ——-

“You are a Dao ancestor? I’ll give it some credence, but with your strength at this point, what’s the harm in being a Dao Ancestor? If you want to save someone’s life from the poor Tao, don’t put your own life on the line as well.”

Qing Yu’s eyes were plastered with a layer of blood, his long snow-white hair was windless, and he was already at the peak of his power.

Whether this man was a Daoist Ancestor or not, his strength was still at the Tong Shen realm, and he was not even the strongest. He had blocked Qing Yu’s palm because he had not used his full strength, but also because his opponent’s Daoist technique was indeed subtle, and the way he unloaded and transformed his strength was the best.

Just because he could take Qing Yu’s slap did not mean that he could take all of Qing Yu’s moves. With his next slap, he would see what it meant to subdue ten points with one force, and what it meant to crush four taels with a hundred million catties.

A Taoist Ancestor? Even a Daoist Ancestor would be defeated by you.

With his bare feet stepping forward, the ground was clearly still a few feet away from him, but the force was so strong that the ground sank three feet. Qing Yu was already ready to strike.

“Don’t you want to know how I have survived to this day?”

Faced with the possibility of Qing Yu’s strike at any moment, the suspected Daoist ancestor “Xuan Du” was unmoved and only said indifferently.