Fairy bestows immortality

"One of the Dragon Clan's signature killing techniques? It's indeed very powerful."

"However, unfortunately, your strength is not enough to do anything to me!"

Su Yun snorted coldly and raised his hand to fully activate the Taiqing Sword Technique.

Of course, it wasn't activated in the form of a true sword embryo, but rather a condensed sword intent fist imprint, a golden fist sweeping across the sky and instantly blasting out.

This punch, with its astonishing sharpness, seemed to overturn Qian Ying's momentum, weakening it considerably and rendering it incomparable.

This caused the many cultivators watching to widen their eyes in disbelief.

"What kind of technique is Su Yun's punch? How could it possess such terrifying sharpness?"

Is this a sword technique? Or some kind of saber or sword skill?

"This is astonishing! This technique actually suppressed Qian Ying's Demonic Dragon Soaring to the Heavens. It is definitely a terrifying technique rarely seen in this world!"

"It's unbelievable that Su Yun actually possesses such a powerful secret technique!"

Countless cultivators were in an uproar. They originally thought they were lucky to have seen the Demonic Dragon Sky-Slaying Technique, but they never expected that Su Yun's fist imprint would be even more terrifying, completely suppressing Qian Ying's power!

What kind of cultivation technique or secret manual does he possess? Why is it that many cultivators feel a sense of familiarity yet also complete unfamiliarity with it, even though they have never heard of it before?

Not only them, but Qian Ying was also astonished.

He could clearly sense that Su Yun's technique was definitely stronger than his own. Where did this kid get it from? He had never even heard of such a fist seal secret technique before.

Su Yun's iron fist swept across the sky without any hesitation, clashing with Qian Ying's.

"Crack!"

The sharp aura instantly tore apart all the demonic dragon forms around Qian Ying, while the terrifying fist light engulfed everything, completely tearing apart the energy that Qian Ying unleashed, making it impossible for him to resist the power of the Primordial Sword Technique.

"boom!"

Unable to withstand the terrifying power, Qian Ying's second-tier holy armor was torn apart, and he was sent flying backward.

Su Yun remained calm and confident, knowing that Qian Ying would not be able to withstand this attack.

The Taiqing Sword Art is one of the seven strongest sword arts in the world, and it is renowned throughout several Dao domains. Even in the Taiqing Dao, only the chief disciple and above are qualified to cultivate it.

Although the Demon Dragon Clan is a top-tier demon clan, it is quite ordinary among top-tier demon clans, lacking the foundation and reputation of the Azure Dragon Clan.

Therefore, the demonic dragon killing technique that Qian Ying practiced was clearly not up to par!

The many cultivators watching gasped in shock.

Qian Ying had already used one of the most powerful killing techniques of the Demon Dragon Clan, but he was still no match for Su Yun. He was blasted backward and even his holy armor was torn apart.

Judging from this, Su Yun's strength is far superior to Qian Ying's!

"What kind of technique is this kid...?"

Even the fat cultivator in the distance was somewhat surprised. He had never seen Su Yun use this technique before. It was definitely not a simple fist technique. The secrets it contained must have a very powerful background!

"boom!"

Qian Ying was sent flying backward, his entire body like a cannonball, shooting hard onto the ground, rolling continuously, smashing a long crater into the ground.

"what!"

The next moment, his angry roar rang out.

After regaining his balance, he instantly soared into the sky, his whole body filled with rage, he simply couldn't believe it.

He himself used the Demonic Dragon Sky-Slaying Technique, but was actually crushed by Su Yun in a head-on confrontation!

However, he had barely rushed out and hadn't even gotten his footing when he saw Su Yun coming again. Su Yun's iron fist swept across the sky, and the blinding light of the fist overwhelmed his vision, causing him to squint instinctively.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and my whole body flew out again.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

After enduring several punches from Su Yun, Qian Ying finally couldn't hold on any longer and his sternum was broken.

"You've got to be proud of yourself for being able to block several of my punches in a row; no one has ever done that before."