Chapter 358 (1/2)

The golden awn flickered, and the strong and dazzling light had condensed into essence and turned into sharp blades several feet long.

Xiang Yang's eyes were filled with blood. He held the Ruyi stick tightly and waved his hands. Qiu Jie's muscles expanded again. His tough skin couldn't bear the explosive force brought by the sudden bulge of the muscles. He began to burst. Between waving, two blood arrows came straight out.

Eighteen ancestral dragon nodes made his physical strength surpass hundreds of mountains. Even those immortal beasts famous for their physical strength may not have such great strength. With this stick, the space seems to be torn, with a long twisted ripple, and then a crisp explosion.

With a bang, the first golden blade bounced away, and a strange force came with the body of Ruyi staff.

Xiang Yang's hands, which were as firm as a rock, suddenly trembled. Ruyi stick almost came out of his hand. The sudden vibration directly cracked his tiger's mouth, and even cracks appeared in the palm.

Then, the power spread all over his body, and his whole person trembled greatly. Even his consciousness fell into an instant of chaos. Fortunately, there was a tree climbing in the sky, and a clear stream swept up. Only then did he recover his consciousness and feel shocked!

Only this time, his skin had cracked countless small openings, and small blood arrows came out directly. His internal organs and meridians had also been injured, and even slight cracks appeared on his bones.

”What force is this? It doesn't seem to be powerful, but why does it have such an effect... It seems... It seems to vibrate... That force makes all parts of my body vibrate. The damage caused by friction is even more violent than the direct impact... My body is still not strong enough in the face of such an attack!”

The shadow of Ruyi stick stagnated under this strange attack. His thoughts only turned for a moment, and the whole person was surrounded by countless gold blades

......

Abbot Xianshan, in that strange space.

In the space, Ding Shuai was sitting face to face with Lao pen. In front of them, a little dense black-and-white light couldn't stop flashing.

”Old man, it seems that you will lose again!”

Ding Shuai smiled easily, and the fat on his chin trembled.

The old pen looked at the light spot in front of him with a sad face. He grabbed the goatee on his chin with one hand and broke one with a bang.

Suddenly, there was a ”bang” sound in the space. Dingshuai turned his head and saw that his body did not move, but pieces of cyan rust the size of a fingernail fell off the tripod. Then, the huge tripod body trembled slightly and gave out a ”buzzing” tremor.

As soon as he was distracted, the old pen saw the opportunity. A small one protruded from the towering hair on his head, moved the position of several light spots directly, and then twisted his beard to return to a serious state of meditation.

”Hmm? Young Lord, are you in big trouble? Is this the Supreme Master?”

Ding Shuai didn't take care of his small movements. He got up and walked over. He looked at Ding carefully, stretched out his hand and brushed it. The water waves were wandering in front of him. Xiang Yang's figure and the golden blade appeared faintly in the spectroscopic mirror.