A great rise in prestige?
No, this is a sign of declension.
After the initial yin loss stripping its intent, the mountain stripping finally reveals the great power of the mountain, pressing down inch by inch, crushing out Feng Guan Yu’s resistance inch by inch.
“Boom…”
Feng Guan Yu landed on one knee, his knee hitting the ground and cracking the ground. At the same time, it also caused the knee to make an unbearable bone-crushing sound.
In a head-to-head match, although Feng Guan Yu was also considered an expert, he was unable to deal a blow in front of Qing Yu.
The path Qing Yu took was simply too unfriendly to those weaker than him.
His true qi is thick, his return is fast, there is no end to his moves, and he can change his stances as he wishes. The most important thing is Qing Yu’s Dao, which is as lofty as the sky and as thick as the earth, with heaven and earth in my heart and in my palm. With the great power in my hands, there is endless power.
In Qing Yu’s senses, a truly strong man never dies under siege from a weak man. So, in this regard, he had put a lot of effort into prevention.
True qi, stances and intent, as long as one of these three was weaker than Qing Yu, it would be converted into an advantage that would overwhelm the opponent, building up until it crushed him.
And in the case where all three were inferior, it was an unstoppable crushing momentum.
Like Feng Guan Yu now, with one blow, he was already close to defeat, and if he resisted any longer, he would be dead.
However, in this chamber, apart from Feng Guan Yu, there was another enemy.
An enemy who had been watching from the sidelines.
Although Qing Yu’s strike nearly overwhelmed Feng Guan Yu, there was a change of stance and mood, and the psychological change between the two sides actually happened in just a few breaths.
This is a short amount of time, but for a Divine Origin realm martial artist, at least dozens of moves could have been attacked.
However, Bai Guishan had not made a single move. He just stood quietly, observing the exchange between Qing Yu and Feng Guan Yu, as if he was an anti-bone boy who had fallen back on the battlefield, indifferent to his accomplice being beaten up.
However, Qing Yu’s attention never left Bai Guishan’s body. The Poisoned Heart Scholar was not a match for Feng Guan Yu.
As a matter of fact, after seeing Qing Yu’s powerful palm crush Feng Guan Yu, only for him to hold on to his palm, Bai Guishan made a decisive move.
A dark green shadow twisted and turned like a snake in the wide sleeve of his robe, silently kissing Qing Yu’s back.
The snake-like shadow’s attack fell short, and Qing Yu’s aura, which was as steady and heavy as a mountain, suddenly changed to be as agile as the wind before the attack came, and he turned around to avoid the sneak attack.
“Is this the Poison Heart Sword that the Poison Heart Scholar is famous for?”
Although it was a flash of light and retracted back into his sleeve after the attack, with Qing Yu’s eyesight, he still saw the weapon that was like a spiritual snake.
The Poison Heart Sword, to say it was a sword, was actually a bit forced. The only thing that linked this weapon to a sword was probably the fact that the blade was open on both sides.
The blade is twisted and sinuous like a snake, but in places it is not as rounded as a snake, but rather angular, with some barbs and a cold, greenish glint, obviously poisonous.
A large part of the Poisoned Heart Scholar’s reputation comes from this Poisoned Heart Sword. The sword’s malevolence was secondary to the fact that in order to use such a twisted and eccentric weapon, the stances were naturally extremely twisted as well. And in order to practise this twisted martial art to the Divine Origin realm, one naturally had to have an overwhelming fit with the martial art.
Poisoned Heart Poisoned Heart, just by hearing the name, one could tell what kind of person the Poisoned Heart Scholar would be.
Having watched Feng Guan Yu being suppressed and seeing that he was about to be defeated, the Poisoned Heart Scholar was looking for a suitable opportunity to strike.
And now, the opportunity had arrived.
After Qing Yu’s dodge, the Poisoned Heart Sword was folded into his sleeve and shot out again like a viper that had found its prey.
The path of the Poison Heart Sword was so twisted and odd that if Qing Yu did not have the “Heavenly Son’s Lookout Technique” in his body, no one would have been able to see through the twisted, back-and-forth movement.
The two fingers came together to form a sword finger, creating a thousand finger shadows that clashed with the chaotic and intertwined Poison Heart Sword with a resounding sound.
After the Battle of the Divine Capital, having witnessed the Tantric Sect’s Tong Shen realm powerhouse fight, and having observed its essence with the “Heavenly Son’s Lookout Technique”, Qing Yu had already practised the “Dragon Elephant Physique” to the twelfth level, and was only one step away from the highest thirteenth level.
Although this kind of physique is not the best in the Divine Origin realm, it is not bad at all. With the addition of Shangliu Mountain Strength, Qing Yu’s body was like that of a vajra, and his fingers and palms were comparable to gold and iron.
However, the opportunity that the Scholar of Poisonous Heart had taken great pains to find would not be so easily blocked.
A dark green mist erupted from his wide sleeves and filled the area, and the Poison Heart Sword became even more bizarre and poisonous in the mist, which was so thick that it was almost black.
When Qing Yu’s fingers touched a little of the dark green mist, he felt a paralyzing sensation.
Although this bit of toxicity was immediately forced out by the powerful true qi, it still caused a great crisis in Qing Yu’s mind. It was easy to force out the poison, but it was no simple matter that he could be paralysed by this tiny contact.
A year ago, he had often used poison to help him in battle. He took poison very seriously and was very wary of it.
By relying on the books he had read, such as the “Reihua Baojian” and the “White Camel Poison Sutra”, Qing Yu had also developed a body that was invulnerable to all poisons. However, the body that was invulnerable to a hundred poisons from the secret books of this low martial world was a bit weak when it was replaced by this high martial world.
Qing Yu would not think that he was really invulnerable to all poisons. The so-called “Immortal God of the Valley”, Gu Shentong, was eventually defeated by the Incompetent Shengxiang, and Qing Yu was not necessarily as strong as Gu Shentong now, so he would not be careless.
“Niko…”
Qing Yu was about to dodge, but was intercepted by Feng Guan Yu, who had just been pinned to the ground.
The redness of Feng Guan Yu’s face and the blood in his eyes were so bright that Qing Yu naturally recognised that he had used the forbidden technique of the Cang Sheng Sect, “Blood Sacrifice to the Heaven”, to fight for his life.
The flames gathered into a blazing fire phoenix and charged at Qing Yu, who was close at hand.
“Boom…”
Even though Feng Guan Yu had used a forbidden technique, he could not really hurt Qing Yu, but the powerful impact of this move sent Qing Yu flying into the air.
And this was the ultimate killing opportunity that Bai Guishan had been waiting for.
“Die!”
With a fierce smile, Bai Guishan pressed his sphincter, and under his broad Confucian robe, a huge rain of fine black rain shot out, countless poisoned ox hair needles shot at Qing Yu, who had nowhere to move in the air.
“Astral breaking needles.” Qing Yu instantly recognised the origin of the thin cow hair needles.
The Big Dipper Breaking Needle and the Big Dipper Breaking Arrow were the same type, specializing in breaking external power and astral energy, but compared to the Big Dipper Breaking Arrow, the Big Dipper Breaking Needle was more destructive and effective.
Looking at the dark appearance and the fishy smell, it was obvious that the Big Dipper Breaker Needle had been smeared with something not very friendly.
