Chapter 857 The Pressure of Momentum
A kind of coldness flickered in the eyes of the strange young man, he said with a sinister smile: "Don't worry, when I clean you up, it won't be your turn to say no!"
As soon as the words fell, the strange young man pressed his palm, and in an instant, the overwhelming black mist enveloped Xiao Yu.
The black mist billowed like a surging thunderstorm, and the black clouds pressed down on Xiao Yu like a city.
Everyone in the venue had expressions on their faces.
This young man from the Ghost Sect is quite powerful, under this aura of oppression, there is a coercive aura of killing people, and invisibly, it makes everyone feel dumbfounded and unable to move.
"Small tricks!"
Xiao Yu snorted coldly, his arm trembled, his five fingers clenched tightly, and with one punch he rushed towards the pressure of the black mist that was pressing down on his head.
This punch, like a subterranean beast that broke through the ground, roared in a low voice, and soared into the sky with the momentum of a bull.
The blood-colored Heavenly Desolation Divine Power was astonishingly imposing, and it entangled Xiao Yu's arm with the power of turbulent Qi and blood, and slammed it up fiercely.
"boom!"
Xiao Yu's punch directly crushed the overwhelming black mist sky, and the black mist dispersed like deserters.
At the same time, because the opponent's momentum cannot be underestimated, with Xiao Yu as the center, the ground within a radius of 300 meters is all subsidence.
When Tang Yiguo and other generals saw this, their expressions were all moved.
This collision of forces is simply beyond their cognition.
The soldiers were even more shocked. What they thought was that if this pressure was applied to them, they would definitely become like flesh.
Xiao Yu stared at Guimingmen and the Yaoyi youth, and said: "Is it the late stage of Void Core Realm? It seems that you are at most a scumbag."
He said this not because he underestimated the other party, but because he wanted to annoy the other party.
In the later stage of the Void Core Realm, this kind of strength is already close to that of the sub-rudder master in the Xisha Region.
Of course, facing this level of strength, Xiao Yu still doesn't know how to write the word fear.
The expression of the young man from Guimingmen changed, Xiao Yu said sternly: "Young man, have you heard the truth that misfortune comes from mouth?"
As a Dharma protector, he was called a minion by a young man, and his murderous intentions towards Xiao Yu immediately arose.
Immediately afterwards, some bloody red light flickered in the eyes of the strange young man, and he said: "You are indeed beyond my expectation, but I am always two levels higher than you, no matter what, today your physical body, I want to deal!"
Immediately afterwards, Young Sen gave a sneer and suppressed Xiao Yu with his palm.
It can be seen that the strong power of the corpse turned into rolling into the magma, and the magma rolled again in mid-air. Invisibly, the coercion given by this rolling is more than twice as strong as before.
That cold, gloomy atmosphere completely enveloped the entire battlefield.
The expressions of the generals and soldiers in the entire Northern Xinjiang suddenly changed.
"What a terrifying coercion! Could this be the strength of a master of the Ghost Sect?" One of the generals said with a pale face.
What he doesn't know is that this is not the real strength of Guimingmen, it's just the strength of one of the guardians.
Tang Yiguo looked at the tumbling power of the corpse in mid-air, and began to feel infinite worries in his heart.
He was worried about Xiao Yu's safety, and even more worried about the fate of the Chenbei Dynasty.
This level of strength already surpassed him too much, but I was afraid in my heart, what if there were even more powerful masters in the Ghost Nether Sect?
When that time really comes, what will be their fate? Is the Chenbei Dynasty about to be destroyed?
While all of them were terrified, the billowing black clouds in the sky also changed...