1451: C1451 Eight arts of divine needles

C1451 Eight arts of divine needles

The level of cultivation between Xue Qingming and himself was never on the same level. Xue Qingming was only able to reach Dragon Elephant Stage because of Ye Qian's help, while Liu Gongquan was a person from an influential sect with powerful capital. Even if his cultivation could not compare to his brother Liu Gongsheng, he had already reached Innate Stage.

On the other side, Liu Gongquan still had so many Eastern Forest Guards helping him. On the other hand, not only did Xue Qingming not have any help, he had to protect Xue Ningshuang and Nangong Miaomiao.

So when Liu Gongquan launched a sneak attack in this situation, he basically did not have the strength to defend himself.

The tea cup that flew out looked normal and normal, but after Liu Gongquan used his strength on it, it became a killing weapon.

Even with Xue Ningshuang's warning, it was still useless.

That tea cup did not have the slightest bit of master-servant relationship and directly hit on the sandalwood point on Xue Qingming's chest just like that.

Xue Qingming was completely defenseless against the impact of a small cup of tea that flew towards him.

"Grandpa." Uncle and grandpa …

After two terrified cries, Xue Ningshuang and Nangong Miaomiao instantly surrounded Xue Qingming. The encirclement of Eastwood Guard outside the two people's residence once again surged forward like an iron gate.

Lying on the ground, Xue Qingming struggled to stand up, but he was currently suffering from severe injuries, and was unable to release any of his strength.

The current Xue Qingming could only stare coldly at Liu Gongquan, that gaze wanting to eat him.

Liu Gongquan stood up as if nothing had happened and walked to the front of the group, using a condescending gaze to look down on Xue Qingming.

"Hehe, Brother Xue, I recommend that you stop resisting fearlessly, even if you have already broken through to the Dragon Elephant Stage, it is still useless, because the people that I, Liu Gongquan, want to take, are not many in this world that can escape, so I advise you to accept your fate."

Looking at the arrogant Liu Gongquan, Xue Qingming spat out a mouthful of blood: "I spit, Liu Gongquan, do you really think you are invincible in this world, your words are not greedy."

As he said that, Xue Qingming suddenly took out a handful of silver needles from his chest.

Liu Gongquan exclaimed: "Eight Divine Needles Techniques?"

It was not the first time that Xue Qingming had used this set of Divine Needle Eight Arts. Although this set of Needles could hurt others and hurt himself, it was still enough to raise his own cultivation level in a short period of time.

However, Liu Gongquan looked at Xue Qingming in surprise, but was not nervous at all. Instead, he smiled at Yanyan: "Brother Xue, what's the point of doing this, even if you use Pill King Valley's Divine Needle Eight Techniques, you won't be able to save the two of them, it's only harming your own lives."

Xue Qingming did not care about those people, in Xue Qingming's opinion, the most important thing right now was to protect his own granddaughter.

The silver needles pierced fiercely into his eight acupuncture points, and at that moment, Xue Qingming seemed to have recovered from his youth. Waves of force started to converge onto Xue Qingming's Dantian from all directions.

Liu Gongquan could only shake his head in response to this: "Old brat, you're really stubborn. Since that's the case, this old man will send you to hell today."

After saying that, Liu Gongquan's figure flashed, leaving behind countless of afterimages.

In just an instant, Liu Gongquan had already arrived in front of Xue Qingming.

At the same time, the internal strength in Xue Qingming's body exploded.

Bang bang bang.

The two figures clashed.

Although Xue Qingming had used the [Divine Needle Eight Techniques] to increase his own cultivation, and was able to fight alongside Liu Gongquan … However, Xue Qingming was already injured, and with the God Needle Eight Arts, he could forcefully increase his cultivation, but the external help he received was not his own.

After the two of them clashed for seven or eight punches, Xue Qingming finally started to feel that his strength was somewhat insufficient.

This was the case with fighting against an Innate realm expert. The competition was not just about skills, it was also about internal strength and a certain realm.

The more Xue Qingming fought, the more exhausted he became, while the more fierce Liu Gongquan became.

Especially Liu Gongquan's moves, which were inherited from the bloodline of Liu Family, had unfathomable changes. They were simply not something that a person like Xue Qingming, who only came out of his clan halfway, could hope to contend against.1

During this period, Xue Ningshuang could already see Liu Gongquan's silhouette unceasingly flashing, and she was no longer able to discern how Liu Gongquan had attacked.

Fists, palms, and legs rained down like pear blossoms from a storm in Xue Qingming's courtyard.

Originally, Xue Qingming could still fight on par with Liu Gongquan, but as time passed, Xue Qingming had become increasingly disadvantaged. He could have punched three times, but now he could only punch.

If this battle continued, Xue Qingming would die on the spot sooner or later.

"Grandfather, grandfather …"

Looking at Xue Qingming who was continuously getting beaten up, the current Xue Ningshuang had tears flowing down her face, but she was powerless to do anything.

However, in Xue Ningshuang's eyes, this fight between Heaven and Earth was just child's play.

At this very moment, standing on top of the clouds above the Xue’s Mansion, Liu Mingmei, Fang Xuewu, and the Er Ni’er all felt that the battle before them was somewhat boring and boring.

However, seeing that Liu Mingmei and Fang Xuewu had no intention to attack, the Er Ni’er became anxious: "Sister Ruo Li, Ling Yu, are we just going to watch on like this? I think that the old man is already done for, at most ten moves from now, he will definitely lose."

Fang Xuewu did not seem to be in a rush at all. "There's no rush, there's no rush, the current Xue Ningshuang and her have not broken the seal, and her memories are only limited to her Mortal Realm.

Liu Mingmei seemed to agree with Fang Xuewu's idea, and nodded.

On the other hand, Er Ni’er was muttering with his mouth agape. He was a little confused, "I knew they were talking in a mysterious manner, but I don't know what the two of you are thinking."

If Fang Xuewu and Liu Mingmei did not make a move, naturally, Er Ni’er would not make a move as well.

And at this moment, in the courtyard of the Xue’s Mansion, Xue Qingming was already unable to withstand it, the backlash of the Eight Arts of Divine Needles also started to happen step by step on his body.

Although he was trying his best to stand, even Liu Gongquan could tell that Xue Qingming was already at the end of his tether.

"Brother Xue, why must you be so stubborn? We're only using our granddaughter's hand to deal with Ye Qian and not injure her. Why must you be so stubborn?"

"Hmph, Liu Gongquan, stop with your flowery words. Today, as long as this old man is still able to stand, I will absolutely not let you hurt my granddaughter even the slightest bit. "

As he said that, Xue Qingming endured the pain and unleashed his strength once again. His two fists merged into one as he punched towards Liu Gongquan once again.

As for Liu Gongquan, he coldly snorted, "You refuse a toast only to receive a forfeit. Since you're courting death, this old man will grant you your wish today."

With that, Liu Gongquan turned into a ball of shadow and rushed towards Xue Qingming.

At this time, Xue Ningshuang was already crying so much that it looked like she was about to cry. Her entire body went limp as she laid on the ground: "Grandfather, don't, don't!"

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