Dao Platform mottled, executioner's blade dark red.

Seemingly ordinary, in reality, they contained boundless killing intent.

Beneath the Zhanxian Platform, no one, immortal or mortal, could escape death!

An Qisheng, borrowing the name of the Zhanxian Platform, revealed his own killing intent.

The heart is the gate of the spirit, the lungs the junction of the heart.

Behind the South Heaven Gate, the Zhanxian Platform appears!

The heart is blood, the lungs are qi, the intersection of heart and lungs is the flourishing of qi and blood, and the shattering of killing intent!

Boom!

This freestyle strike erupted.

It seemed as if endless blood light burst forth, the frigid killing intent causing the surrounding air to become extremely cold.

The churning air currents seemed to flee in all directions, as if the formless dust and air were frightened and retreated from this killing intent.

"This Daoist has such a heavy killing intent!"

From afar, Wang Jianglong felt a chill on his neck, as if he saw a dark red executioner's blade drenched in blood. The intensity of the killing intent made his scalp tingle.

The spiritual will of the divine meridian was incomparably strong, making it easier to see the 'spirit' intent within An Qisheng's moves.

Or rather, spirituality.

When martial arts possessed spirituality, it was like adding the finishing touch to a dragon, like a headless dynasty suddenly finding a sage ruler. Having it or not made a world of difference.

And the spirituality, or 'spirit' intent, contained within this freestyle strike was terrifyingly strong.

Almost, as if it were about to manifest substantially in the world!

A person who had not condensed a divine meridian possessed a 'spirit' intent and spirituality that even those with divine meridians would be moved by.

How shocking was this?

He fully believed that if this Daoist had enough natural treasures, he could forge an executioner's blade with the spirituality of this single strike and have a one hundred percent chance of advancing to the divine meridian!

Wang Jianglong, who was watching from the sidelines, was already like this, so the Hongri Dharma King, who was bearing the brunt of the attack, naturally felt it a thousand times more intensely!

He felt as if he had been pushed onto a Dao Platform, and a dark red executioner's blade containing boundless killing intent was already slicing towards his neck.

Frigid!

Stern!

Ruthless!

Under the ruthless and cold killing intent, he even felt the substantial pain of having his throat slit and his head severed.

His muscles, bones, flesh, heart, and even his spirit, seemed to be cleaved in two by this executioner's blade!

Under the extremely terrifying killing intent, the Hongri Dharma King felt a long-lost sense of crisis, and his pupils instantly filled with blood.

His furious roar was like thunder cleaving the sky:

"A mere qi meridian dares to attack this old man!"

With a roar, the Great Sun Divine罡 erupted once again!

The air in mid-air turned into a water surface. A visible wall of qi spread out from his body, pushing away the surrounding air and attempting to repel everything.

At the same time, his already fierce fist became even more savage, striking down as if a burning meteor had fallen to earth.

Momentum erupting!

"Great Sun Divine罡?"

Under the wave of the palm blade, An Qisheng's state was surprisingly peaceful.

His spirit seemed to hang high in the sky, unmoved by all things. Amidst the fierce killing, his heart was like a clear mirror, reflecting everything around him.

The exploding air currents, the fierce gale, the burning air, the tyrannical true qi divine罡, and even the Hongri Dharma King's every insignificant reaction, even the opening and closing of his pores.

All were within his sight.

This palm blade was not a casual strike, but rather one that calculated everything in the situation, every reaction, with the timing, position, power, and speed... all brought to the extreme!

More importantly, he had seen this scene in his dreams more than once.

Nothing was perfect and flawless. Even a wall that blocked the wind was full of holes in its essence.

And as long as there were weaknesses, it could be cut!

It could be broken!

Boom!

The air currents in mid-air exploded, impacting the surroundings like a substantial tidal wave.

The surging divine罡 collided violently with An Qisheng's released罡 wind, but it did not retreat even half a step under the divine meridian's bombardment.

Amidst the raging罡 wind, facing the tyrannical fist that pierced through his chest, facing the Hongri Dharma King's erupting killing intent, his descending palm blade did not hesitate in the slightest!

Instead, it passed through the substantial divine罡, as if walking in another dimension.

Directly slashing towards the Hongri Dharma King's neck!

"Ah!"

At the last moment, the Hongri Dharma King finally displayed the decisiveness he had honed over decades of traversing the world.

Under the palm blade, he neither dodged nor evaded. His shoulder shook, and his neck folded back.

He forcefully met An Qisheng's palm blade with his arm.

At the same time, the fist mark that fell like a meteor slammed into An Qisheng's chest and abdomen!

This old man crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Would he be afraid of fighting you to the death?!

The Hongri Dharma King's eyes were bloodshot, and his will, burning like a flame, was reflected in An Qisheng's eyes.

Chirp~

Blood splattered!

Then, with a muffled sound like a heavy hammer striking a drum, two figures flew out, one up and one down.

"That Daoist actually took the Great Sun Divine Fist head-on?"

Wang Jianglong's heart trembled in the distance, then he felt a little pity.

That Daoist was almost one hundred percent certain to advance to the divine meridian, but taking this Great Sun Divine Fist head-on would severely injure even him, let alone someone who had not yet formed a divine meridian?

Whoosh whoosh~~~

Amidst the fierce罡 wind, the Hongri Dharma King forcibly stopped his backwards momentum, then reached out and grabbed an arm that was drenched in blood, almost connected to half of his arm.

He pressed it against the wound.

Under the powerful blessing of the divine intent, his true qi surged like thunder, and flesh buds visibly grew out of the wound, tightly biting onto the still-bleeding arm.

Reattaching a severed limb!

Once the divine meridian was formed, the divine flesh body could not naturally regenerate severed fingers, but an arm that had just fallen off could be reattached!

"He can actually break my Great Sun Divine罡?!"

The Hongri Dharma King's face was gloomy as he looked at An Qisheng, who had fallen to the ground, with a solemn expression:

"To be able to cut off one of my arms, you can be proud even in death!"

He was very clear about the power of that punch. Even a city wall would be enough to be blasted into powder. Although this Daoist was stronger than he imagined.

But he would definitely not survive.

He naturally understood his own attack very well. Under that punch, he clearly did not feel too much resistance from true qi, and it slammed into his body head-on.

Even Longxiang Zen Master, the old baldy of the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple, who was famous for his horizontal training, would definitely not dare to use his pure flesh body to withstand his punch.

But suddenly, his pupils shrank.

He saw An Qisheng heavily smashing towards the ground, and just as he was about to touch the ground, his figure suddenly turned, and his feet actually stepped on the rubble-like mountain forest at the last moment.

This was to unload the force and explode.

Mud and sand flew in the rubble, the earth shook like waves, and countless dust and smoke soared into the sky.

And in that smoke, An Qisheng rose again, instantly shattering the layers of air currents, soaring into the hundred-zhang high sky.

Amidst the exploding, thunderous air currents, his clothes fluttered, and a substantial scarlet fist print was clearly left on his chest, which was emitting a crystal clear light.

But that fist print actually dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye as An Qisheng soared into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it was already a patch of white.

His punch, which was enough to shatter mountains and break cities, did not even leave half a trace!

"How is this possible?"

The Hongri Dharma King completely changed color, and a chill rose in his heart.

What kind of horizontal training martial art was this?

To actually be able to eat his punch as if nothing had happened?

"Good horizontal training, good horizontal training!"

In the distance, Wang Jianglong could not help but praise.

His figure moved, like a Dragon King spreading rain, with water vapor steaming wherever he passed, extinguishing all flames, as he shuttled towards the battlefield.

He didn't want to intervene in the previous battle between the Hongri Dharma King and Cao Tiangang, Liu Yanchang, and others because he didn't think either of them were good people.

But now it was different.

How could he sit idly by and watch a warrior who dared to strike a divine meridian grandmaster with the body of a qi meridian die here?

"That person is... Blood Demon An Qisheng?!"

Above the thousand-zhang sky, Bu Shen, who had just applied the ointment to the Golden Eagle King's wound, changed color abruptly.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see at a glance that the person who had collided with the Hongri Dharma King below and not died was none other than the Blood Demon An Qisheng.

"Hard to resist Hongri Dharma King's full power attack, and also cut off his arm..."

Cao Tiangang's eyes lit up, somewhat tempted:

"Our Eastern Depot needs such talents! What a pity..."

"If this person doesn't die, he will also be a major problem for the imperial court in the future!"

A trace of fear and killing intent flashed in Bu Shen's eyes.

With the body of a qi meridian, he could contend with the Hongri Dharma King, who was considered a strong person among the divine meridians. If he became a divine meridian, what would happen?

This was different from the several encounters between Yun Haitian and Wang Jianglong. Yun Haitian had achieved the Nine Spirits, and Wang Jianglong had no intention of killing. The encounters between the two were more like discussions.

Where was this Daoist as fierce as this, actually cutting off one of the Hongri Dharma King's arms!

For a moment, his intention to retreat faded.

As his mind moved, the Golden Eagle King descended from the long sky, slowly heading towards the place where the two were fighting.

"Old dog!"

An Qisheng rose into the sky, and with a long howl, his arms stretched out, and his ten fingers flicked, he pounced again:

"Come again!"

After the qi meridian was completely completed, and the true qi could interact with the heavens and the earth, the biggest effect on An Qisheng was not the short-term flight in the air, but after the completion of a complete true qi cycle.

Whether it was the senses or other aspects, there was a significant improvement, and he could perfectly display the many powerful martial arts that he had been pondering for a long time.

For example, Tong Luyang's Yang Extremes Golden Body, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Body of the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple, and many other horizontal training martial arts, almost coexisted in his body!

At the moment when his qi meridian was completed, he had completely mastered it. Although he had no time to integrate all the innovations, with his qi meridian complexity and physical strength, coupled with these many horizontal training martial arts,

Was it just adding wings to a tiger?

It was simply a fish leaping into a dragon!

Without the horizontal training after the completion of the qi meridian, even with his current physique, taking this punch head-on would not say serious injury, at least there would be a minor injury, but with this parallel body, the mutually integrated horizontal training martial arts.

The Hongri Dharma King's punch was no longer unbearable for him.

The damage he suffered had not exceeded his body's self-healing!

Buzz~

The essence of all kinds of boxing flowed through his mind. His left hand pressed and lifted, blasting out the South Heaven Gate. His right hand was like a fish swimming in the water, a bird soaring in the sky, showing fierce killing intent in the ordinary.

He slashed out another strike of the Zhanxian Platform!

"This old man doesn't believe it!"

The Hongri Dharma King laughed in anger and pounced down again.

His severed arm had not yet healed. When he moved, blood immediately spurted out of the wound.

But he didn't care and clenched his fist, his person like a great sun, his fist like a meteor.

He punched out hundreds of times in the blink of an eye, wanting to kill An Qisheng on the spot!

If he couldn't even kill a qi meridian, how could he talk about Taiyin Wuji, how could he talk about the Great Dao of Heaven and Man?

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The loud sound in the long sky was constant, like a thunder sea falling to earth.

In a short time, the two did not know how many times they had bombarded each other, the clouds in mid-air rolled, and the momentum was vast.

Bang!

A muffled sound like a drum sounded.

An Qisheng hard to resist the mountain fist mark, five fingers spread out, accompanied by a roar of unwillingness, the Hongri Dharma King's arm tore off.

And a handle, kneaded into meat paste!