Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 170: The 'Ghost King' is as empty as nothing, fight!

"Yuan Gou, die!"

With a loud shout, Xu Ruowu did not retract the Ghost King Whip in his hand. The tip of the whip changed direction strangely in the air, like a spirit snake turning over, and it was wrapped in unparalleled energy and slashed towards Mo Yu again.

As soon as Mo Yu took over this body, he felt a strong wind whistling in front of him, like a blade hitting his face, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

With a thought, the protective golden light that had dissipated around his body suddenly condensed, flowing like molten gold, and instantly turned into a huge bell, shining with golden light, protecting him.

"boom!"

The Ghost King's whip hit the Golden Bell Cover, making a dull loud noise. The two innate energies collided, and the remaining force turned into an invisible gust of wind that scattered in all directions.

The Yuan army soldiers who were close were caught off guard. Some covered their ears and screamed at the top of their lungs. Some were even worse, bleeding from all seven orifices due to the sound waves, and they staggered to the ground, losing their life.

The battlefield was filled with the smell of blood, the flames illuminated the broken limbs and arms, and the night made it look even more terrifying.

"Golden Bell Cover, protective Qi? Were you hiding your strength just now?" Xu Ruowu's eagle-like eyes fixed, his killing intent undiminished. The Ghost King Whip quietly retracted, tucked into his sleeve and disappeared. He stretched his body, leaping from his warhorse in mid-air, his robe sleeves fluttering, his aura as imposing as the abyss.

He made a palm print in the air without any unusual behavior. When the palm was halfway there, the sound of wind roaring like dragons and tigers suddenly arose. The strong wind surged like surging waves and swept Mo Yu away.

"Huh!" Mo Yu's eyes were as calm as water, his left leg slightly bent, his right arm bent inward, and his right palm drew a round trajectory. Golden light and energy flowed, and his palm came out like a dragon, with a faint roar of a divine dragon, extremely strong and pure.

With a palm thrust out, the dragon-shaped force met the ghost fire palm wind that was as thin as nothing, and the two forces collided in the air, "Boom!" The air wave exploded, the ground cracked, and dust flew.

The ghost fire hidden in the Xu Ruo Wu Palm's power was ignited, and the surroundings suddenly became extremely hot, as if the ghost fire in hell was burning.

However, Mo Yu's Dragon Subduing Palm was extremely powerful and was not affected by the hellish ghost fire. It shattered it violently, and flames splashed everywhere. However, the golden light also dissipated due to lack of stamina and returned to silence.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" Xu Ruowu said in a low voice, his tone slightly deep. He quickly recognized this highly recognizable and powerful palm technique.

Shaolin Golden Bell Cover!
Beggar Gang's Dragon Subduing Palm!
And with such pure energy, who is this guy?

Before the aftermath of the energy dissipated, his figure rushed out like a ghost and pounced on Mo Yu.

The two men collided with each other in an instant, fighting in close combat, fists and palms clashing, and the strong energy surged.

Xu Ruowu used all of his unique skills, the 'Thirteen Shots of Ghost Fire'. The shadows of his palms flickered like ghost fires, cold and strange, scorching and oppressive. Every shot contained murderous intent, as if to tear apart flesh and burn the soul.

Mo Yu's 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms' was performed with perfect skill. It was extremely strong and masculine. The wind from his palms was like a dragon. He launched thirteen palms in a row and did not lose the upper hand.

On the first slap, Xu Ruowu's palm came out like a whip, with ghost fire swirling around. Mo Yu met it with the "Kang Long You Hui" move, and the dragon's roar was deafening, and the ghost fire was shaken away.

In the second slap, Xu Ruowu's palm force suddenly changed, and a cold wind blew in his face. Mo Yu still used the style of "Kang Long You Hui", with golden light flowing and palm force like a dragon, which swept away the ghost fire and a crack appeared on the ground.

From the third to the thirteenth beat, the empty palm technique became increasingly unpredictable, following like a shadow. The ghostly fire alternated between dark and hot, burning the soul and gnawing at the bones. Each move was linked together, and the killing intent surged. However, Mo Yu blocked each palm strike, "The arrogant dragon will regret." "The arrogant dragon will regret."
The palm force was stronger than the other, and the golden dragon shadow rolled up and down, layer upon layer, and completely dissolved the Thirteen Ghost Fire Shots.

It has the momentum of breaking all obstacles with one force!
Xu Ruowu's face turned pale and his eagle eyes were as gloomy as water.

How could he put his face when his Thirteen Pieces of Ghost Fire, which he was so proud of, was dissolved in this way?

Fury surged in his heart, his killing intent intensifying. He snorted coldly, his palm strikes unfurling as the hellish ghost fire condensed into waves of flames. His palms flashed like lightning, and after thirteen palms, another palm strike followed!
Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged, his gaze as serene as the abyss. He unleashed thirteen palm strikes in a row, his palm power reaching its limit. The surrounding dragon shadows tumbled, then suddenly merged into one.

The dragon has no regrets!

This palm strike was no longer reserved, it was blasted out without reservation, directly facing the Flame Wave Ghost Palm that seemed to be nothing.

"boom!"

With the last palm strike, the hellish ghost fire exploded like lava gushing out; dragon-shaped golden light spread out like the scorching sun collapsing.

The two forces of energy clashed, the air waves rolled, and cracks in the ground spread like spider webs. The chaotic army screamed and retreated. Some were killed suddenly by the residual force, and some were wrapped in ghost fire, their skin and flesh were charred, and their wailing was shrill.

The storm of罡气 raged, and the two figures at the center of the most intense formation endured a frontal bombardment far exceeding the aftermath, and were both forced to retreat involuntarily.

Xu Ruowu tapped the ground with his toes, his body sweeping back like a ghost, his sleeves fluttering. The remaining flames of the ghost fire were extinguished in his palm, turning into wisps of green smoke. His face was as gloomy as water. He knew that Mo Yu's palm, "Kang Long Wu Hui", had reached its peak and was about to decline. If he could strike again, it would surely take his life. However...
"Puff!" His chest surged with blood, and he suddenly spurted out a bloody mist. He had reached his limit. The golden light that Mo Yu had condensed into a golden bell shield flickered. His feet plowed two shallow trenches in the ground, sending dust flying. He finally managed to steady himself. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a fishy smell rose. "Ugh!" He tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of scalding blood. The crimson fell to the ground, and hot steam rose.

He looked up at Xu Ruowu, his internal organs ablaze. Fortunately, Xu Ruowu hadn't yet reached the peak of his powers, his innate qi not yet reaching the realm of Heavenly Man. He used his innate qi, which had just entered the Heavenly Man realm, to fight him. Although there was a gap, it was not insurmountable. Otherwise, his internal organs would have been reduced to ash by now.

The third level of Reverse Life could not be used in this body. Mo Yu secretly practiced the "Nine Yin Manual: Healing Chapter". His true energy flowed like a clear spring, slowly calming the burning sensation in his body and the tearing sensation caused by excessive force.

Suddenly, a sharp cry was heard not far away.

"Young Master, help!" Shan Yuru's voice was hurried and a little embarrassed.

As Mo Yu and Xu Ruowu exchanged a dozen lightning-fast moves, Tie Qingyi and Bi Tianyan, two of the Ghost King's four generals, locked onto Shan Yuru. Outnumbered, Shan Yuru was caught between two, her movements elusive. Despite her cunning agility, the demonic woman was no match for their combined attack. Dan Yuru was in imminent danger, her left arm's gauze ripped by a palm strike.

In the world of heroes, no matter who started it first or what the cause was, since he was already standing on the opposite side of Zhu Yuanzhang, he had better keep the help of Tianmingjiao in his hands as much as possible.

You can use it, but you can’t live without it!

With this in mind, Mo Yu used his profound skills again, and the golden light protecting his body condensed. His figure flashed, and he flew over the ground like a golden rainbow, heading straight for where Shan Yuru was.

"Oh, are you in a hurry to save your little lover?" Xu Ruowu sneered, and his body turned into a gloomy black shadow like a ghost, blocking in front of him, mocking him in order to confuse him.

Mo Yu's eyes remained calm. He stumbled, and his body suddenly split apart, turning into two afterimages, passing through the void. This was the superior Qinggong of the Heavenly Realm level in the Nine Yin Manual.

'Spiral Nine Shadows', real or fake, hard to distinguish, as fast as a phantom.

A trace of horror flashed across Xu Ruowu's eyes. He was unable to see the real body. He swung out the Ghost King Whip in his sleeve. The whip shadow was like a spirit snake. "Snap!" The two afterimages shattered with a sound, but they were all phantoms.

In an instant, a golden figure condensed beside Shan Yuru. Mo Yu stretched out his right claw, and the Nine Yin Divine Claw tore through the sky. The claw wind was sharp and rushed straight towards Tie Qingyi.

Tie Qingyi did not dare to delay, and used all his strength to activate the Jade Butterfly Technique to meet the attack with a palm strike, with both palms emitting real energy.

A hundred years ago, his grandfather, Tie Cunyi, a master of the Qilian School known as the "Mountain Sitting Palm", used this skill to break through to the Heavenly Man Realm. Tie Qingyi's skill is second only to the "Ghost King", and he has already stepped half a foot into the Heavenly Man Realm.

However, everyone below the realm of heaven and man is an ant!
The Nine Yin Divine Claws, combined with the spiral force of the Nine Shadows, multiplied their power. The claws' momentum was like a tornado tearing through the sky. Even Tie Qingyi couldn't block it with his combined palms, and was about to be pierced through the head by Mo Yu's five fingers. At the crucial moment, Bi Tianyan crossed his crutches above his head, their iron crutches as strong as a mountain, blocking the attack for him for a moment.

This man is the leader of the four great generals. His great-grandfather is Bikongqing, the "Shuangjue Guai" who broke into the "Jingyan Palace" with the grandmaster Chuanying a hundred years ago.

It's a pity that although he is old, his skills are not as good as Tie Qingyi's. He is only at the peak of the first-class level. His crutches cracked with a "crack" after just a moment. The difference in level is like a chasm.

Tie Qingyi took advantage of this moment to turn around, and the Nine Yin Divine Claws tore through the iron armor, leaving hideous scratches on his chest, deep enough to see the bones. His flesh and blood rolled up, and he screamed in pain.

Mo Yu changed his claw technique and turned it into a stabbing one. His five fingers were like hooks, trying to pierce through his heart and dig out his liver.

Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind broke through the air beside him, as if it did not exist and followed him like a shadow, with a speed only a millimeter slower. The Ghost King's whip was as fast as a poisonous snake, even faster than Mo Yu's claws, and the tip of the whip pierced his back.

Mo Yu knew that there was no hope of killing, so he twisted his body in the air and used the Nine Yin Divine Claws to meet the Ghost King's whip.

"KENG!" The claws and whips clashed, the spiraling energy shattering the Ghost King's strength, sparks flying everywhere. The whip tip slashed across the palm like a knife, leaving a glaring red mark. Although it didn't break the skin, it was burning and stinging.

This means that Xu Ruowu's whip blade is actually better than his Nine Yin Divine Claws with spiral force added to it!

Mo Yu's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Heavenly Demon Jade Ring, lend it to me!"

Before Shan Yuru could respond, he drew the energy from his palm and activated the Demonic Controlling Object Technique. A pair of jade rings flew out from her palm and landed in his hand. The rings were faintly emitting a demonic aura.

Shan Yuru stood there in a daze, looking at the Heavenly Demon Jade Ring with tears in her eyes as if she had seen a dog that had licked her idol, and she left her without any regrets. This was the inherited magic weapon of her Tianming Sect!

She has been in charge for more than ten years, carefully nurturing it with the Heavenly Demonic Energy every day, regardless of rain or shine, taking good care of it and treating it like a treasure.

But now, Mo Yu just beckoned, and the magic weapon turned its back on its master, more active than her master!

She felt a complex and indescribable feeling in her heart. She glanced at Mo Yu with resentment, secretly complaining: "It's not that I don't want to lend it to you, but could you not be so proficient? This makes me look like a clown, as if more than ten years of hard work have been wasted..."

(End of this chapter)