2269: C2269 Thirty-six Heavenly Ruler Fist

C2269 Thirty-six Heavenly Ruler Fist

From the opponent's body, the blood was controlled, following Long Yan's control, the blood was quietly pulled out. Of course, Long Yan was not in a hurry to kill them, because he could not kill these warriors, otherwise, it would be difficult for him to leave the Dark Yin Devil City.

"No, no. This boy, how could he be so strong? We are simply no match for him."

"Shut up! This is only a small trick of his. This swirling vortex looks terrifying, but it doesn't seem to have that much killing power."

Is that really true? In the next moment, because they could not take the huge whirlpool anymore, they were all sucked into the whirlpool. Long Yan used his Divine Dragon Soul energy to sense that every single one of their warriors' soul energy, from their powerful Martial Spirit, was gradually becoming weaker.

"Disperse!"

As the snow dragon soared into the moon, its thousand-meter-long body disappeared with a loud rumble above everyone's heads. At the same time, the gigantic whirlpool also started to dissipate.

Those eighteen warriors in the whirlpool, even if they didn't die, they would at least be left with half their lives.

This was the true power of the three great techniques of the Snow Dragon's Rushing Moon. Of course, Long Yan had controlled the last whirlpool well, otherwise, all of them would have died long ago.

When the eighteen martial practitioners were released from the whirlpool of illusions, it was as if they discovered that they had all lost a lot of weight, as if their souls were in reverse and the world was spinning around them.

And this was because Long Yan had shown them mercy. Otherwise, these fellows would have already turned into desiccated corpses by the time they came out.

The martial arts soul was still open, not in a hurry to kill them. This was also to let them know that there were some people that they couldn't resist at all.

When they were in battle, they would feel their blood essence becoming less and less, but because Long Yan had absorbed their blood essence, his primordial spirit kept on maintaining a saturated state.

When the time came, they would truly understand how terrifying Long Yan was.

Of course, these fellows were still very useful. That critical point was being slowly detected by Long Yan, who was very confident that his realm would increase before fighting against Murong Yun and Pu Yuchen.

At that time, even if they did not use these powerful divine dragon techniques, they could easily deal with them. They would probably be even more shocked by Long Yan's strength.

After these sparring partners realized that they had lost the power of the whirlpool, some of them also rejoiced and said, "See, I told you that this kid wouldn't be able to keep launching such a powerful attack. We're fine now, so I guess this kid doesn't have any backup plans. Brothers, let's kill him together. We must kill him."

"Kill!" These ignorant clowns did not realize that Long Yan had already shown them mercy at all.

When they rushed over again, they discovered that the power that they exploded with did not seem as strong as before. However, there was a problem with it and no one could say for sure where it went wrong.

Of course, their current attacks had also caused Long Yan to analyze their martial arts even more thoroughly.

This Blood Training could be controlled by Long Yan and had an effect on these guys. However, Murong Yun and Yue Yang, who were hiding very far away, did not notice this.

Speaking of this ability, Pu Yuchen was very much afraid of it.

Just like this, Long Yan fought with them while quietly devouring their blood essence, even comprehending the analysis of their martial arts.

As for the two great Rankers, with their eyes closed, they could only hear the sounds of battle from the huge explosion. They thought that Long Yan and the two of them were about to be injured by both of them.

Since that was the case, there was no need for them to rush. In any case, there was no time limit to this dimensional space. As a disciple of the Emperor, she was not anxious, and Pu Yuchen was even less anxious.

The reason for recovering from his injuries was to make sure that Long Yan could continue his slaughter. Even if the eighteen warriors won, if they worked together, they would have a high chance of defeating them.

Similarly, they could only defeat the eighteen elite disciples of their opponents, without killing them, it would be considered giving face to the big families, if not, the elders would not let Pu Yuchen off lightly.

The Dark Yin Devil City, this peerless battle, had already entered an anxious state. Long Yan would occasionally execute a cultivation technique or battle skill such as the Demon Subduing Sword Prison, but it would not cause too much damage to them. He could still control it well, and these people still naively thought that it was because of Long Yan's strength.

From the last few battles of a few thousand years ago, this was the first time a Ranker from one of the seven big families had appeared to kill a Third Stage of Divine Martial Spirit warrior. This also proved that Long Yan's appearance here was enough to give these warriors a headache.

In the air, the strange blood mist seemed to have become thicker, and Long Yan's figure passed through the blood mist. Even with his slow speed, these fellows were unable to sense Long Yan's existence.

After all, this place had the Divine Seal Altar to suppress the powerful consciousnesses of the crowd, while Long Yan was able to grasp the position of everyone present.

Their blood essence was drawn out a bit more. Even if they were to use only half of their original strength, they still wouldn't give up.1

Long Yan's speed was still mysterious in their eyes, to the point of being heaven defying.

Some warriors seemed to be a little numb to it in the midst of battle. At this rate, they would never be able to kill Long Yan.

"Brat, get out here! You're messing with us!"

Long Yan laughed coldly, and finally someone managed to react. But very quickly, Long Yan's pair of sharp eyes that carried a killing intent appeared in front of the person who just spoke, staring straight at him.

It scared him half to death, and he even sat down on the ground. A martial artist beside him had an incredibly fast reaction speed, and instantly displayed a massive cultivation method battle skill.

"Brat, you're dead! Thirty-six Heavenly Ruler Fist!" It could even be called a God Tier 7 Battle Skill, go and die brat. "

Seeing his comrade scared silly by Long Yan, the warrior roared angrily and released his powerful combat skill.

This was when Long Yan unleashed his powerful attack when they were within three metres of each other.

With the power of the thirty-six Overlord Fist, they all rumbled together in an instant! BOOM! BOOM!

On Long Yan's body, there were a total of thirty-six fist imprints, and the man's face revealed a pleased expression, but following that, the smile on his face froze, because he saw with his own eyes that Long Yan's body had endured all thirty-six of his attacks, his expression did not change, and his body did not even have a single bloody hole.

"What?" How, how is this possible? "What I used was a God Tier 7 battle skill, but this brat is fine."

If it was before, such an attack would indeed have a strong destructive power, or at least cause Long Yan no small amount of damage. However, as his blood essence seemed to be swallowed, the primordial spirit was naturally unable to display its full strength.

The seventh grade of the Divine level did not even possess the might of a fifth grade battle skill.

Furthermore, Long Yan's own defensive capabilities could already be said to be at the eighth level of the Divine level.

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