Chapter 1502 One Punch to Death
In fact, Pei Junlin himself knew that he had many methods that he could not use openly, after all, those methods were too terrifying.
If he wants to preserve his strength and keep some hole cards, he can only use some conventional methods to defeat his opponents. Once the battle line is stretched for too long, it will undoubtedly expose more hole cards, so Pei Junlin thought of a The solution is to make a quick decision.
After all, Yang Du is also a man of the hour, and he has some strength in him. Apart from the commendable treasure fan in his hand, Yang Du's own strength is naturally not weak.
In a word, if you play this hand at this time, it is tantamount to directly forcing Yang Du to use the deepest hole cards. After all, when encountering a major crisis, Yang Du may not be able to hold on and expose all his hole cards at once.
This is even more important to Pei Junlin's strategy. He wants to make a quick decision. Once Yang Du uses his trick and reveals all his hole cards, Pei Junlin can just see the trick and restrain it, and directly defeat Yang Du.
At that time, the fight between the two will be avoided, and the possibility of seeing more information to the bystanders is Pei Junlin's wishful thinking.
As expected, Yang Du was determined by Pei Junlin. They couldn't figure out what kind of method Pei Junlin had. They only saw a ray of light falling towards them like a meteor, and they panicked.
Yang Du seemed to have made up his mind, and the folding fan in his hand disappeared in an instant. He rubbed his hands violently, making a set of strange handprints. After this set of handprints was over, Yang Du's brows instantly became as red as blood, as if something was about to burst out of his flesh.
A roar resounded through the heaven and earth, and a ten-foot-tall phantom appeared behind Yang Du. This phantom is so huge that it looks like a god.
"Is this... the true spirit?? Yang Du's mere master at the early stage of the true king realm has turned the primordial spirit into a true spirit?" There were voices of questioning all around, and they all felt that all this was a bit inconceivable.
Everyone knows that once they reach the realm of the true king, they start to condense the true spirit. This is something that every monk must experience.
Condensing one's primordial spirit into a true spirit will undoubtedly greatly increase one's lifespan, and one can practice some top-level magical arts and supernatural powers.
It is because the condensing of the real name requires the collection of many top materials in this world, and even some chance and understanding to finally succeed, and then be promoted to the middle stage of the real king realm in one fell swoop.
But now there is no doubt about the aura on Yang Du's body. It is only in the early stage of the king's realm. How can he condense the true spirit at this time? This seems incredible to many people.
"Unless there is someone to help." Among the crowd, there were also sharp-eyed people who turned their attention to Fang Zhiqing who was sitting still.
Anyone with a little bit of information would know that this Yang Du was Fang Zhiqing's. As Fang Zhiqing's die-hard fan, getting Fang Zhiqing's help is a matter of course.
But no one thought that Fang Zhiqing would attach so much importance to Yang Du, and to help him rather than the true spirit at this time, this was an abrupt counterproductive effort, and the price was huge, but the effect was very little.
However, many people immediately knew the reason for doing this, it was because Fang Zhiqing wanted to ensure that Yang Du could be promoted to a core disciple.
Every seat of core disciples represents a right in Qingniu Holy Land. There are only a hundred core disciples, and each of these core disciples is like a giant, and even has decision-making power in the face of the head of the sect.
The Qingniu Holy Land has a person of the level of a great emperor, but it has been a hundred thousand years since the Qingniu Great has not shown up, and no one knows whether the Qingniu is dead or alive.
Once the Great Emperor Qingniu has fallen, the entire Qingniu Holy Land will undoubtedly degenerate into a second-rate Holy Land in the future. At that time, whoever was at the helm of the entire Holy Land had to re-elect a master, and these core disciples were the future master's reserve.
Fang Zhiqing's layout now is to prepare for that day and that step in the future.
It can be said that every core disciple is an existence like a human spirit, not to mention the existence that belongs to the top ten core disciples. This kind of existence is all at the giant level, and in the future they will all strive for the greatest interests within the Qingniu Holy Land.
The moment the huge specter appeared, Pei Junlin felt his hairs stand on end. This was indeed a strong threat, but Pei Junlin already had the means to deal with it.
Now that the opponent's biggest hole card has been forced out, Pei Junlin is relieved. He only needs to use a method that can overwhelm the opponent, and there is no need to reveal too many hole cards.
A bit of cold light passed through the air, and the head was enveloped towards Yang Du. No one knew this ray of light, and no one knew what it was. Only Pei Junlin knew it well, because he hadn't used this method for a long time.
It's just that using it here can play the role of ordering tofu with brine, because Pei Junlin had realized before that this magnetic magic light has a powerful restraint effect on the true spirit.
Yuan Magnetic Divine Light is essentially similar to the legendary five-color divine light, but its power is much weaker.
That's weak, that's relative. Compared with the five-color divine light, which once slaughtered gods and saints in the age of conferring gods in ancient times, it can be said that they met gods and gods, and Buddhas and Buddhas.
It is the five-color divine light, a treasure of mythical level. Pei Junlin's current strength is absolutely untouchable, but this Yuanmagnetic divine light was snatched from the hands of the god son of the peacock clan.
Later, when I have free time, I will condense it and integrate it into my body. It is a wonderful method to use it at this time.
Shrouded in a ray of light, even experts like He An and Fang Zhiqing didn't notice the danger. Not to mention Yang Du, he just felt that this piece of light was light and flimsy, with no foundation at all.
"The light of rice grains also shines brightly. Today I will let you know what death is." Full of confidence, Yang Du yelled, and suddenly punched Pei Junlin.
This punch was not simple, it not only contained the most powerful energy in Yang Du's life, but also drove the huge ghost behind him.
But that phantom, like Yang Pu, also punched Pei Junlin with a punch. This circle had earth-shattering power, and even the wind and clouds in this area were turbulent, and the power of the rules was slapped away.
This was a ground-breaking duel, and everyone felt that Pei Junlin was doomed this time. He Yundong, who was squatting in the crowd, exhaled lightly at this time, as if relieved.
Pei Junlin was finally going to die, and it was by Yang Du's hand, which made him feel inexplicably relieved.
The person with the ugliest face in the crowd was Zhang Huizi, because she was the only one who cared about Pei Junlin. In such a big Qingniu Holy Land, no one cared about Pei Junlin. It seemed that everyone was watching the excitement and jokes.
But at this most critical moment, Zhang Huizi passed it into the palm of his hand, and the sweat dripped from the excited brows of the whole person. As long as Pei Junlin is killed today, one can imagine his own fate.
Except for the few people like Zhang Huizi and He Yundong who had special feelings for Pei Junlin, the rest of them were almost numb. Some had excited faces, some had puzzled faces, and more people simply put on a mentality of watching the fun.
But Pei Junlin finally showed his figure in the mid-air, he floated there lightly, only saw a ball of light descending, Pei Junlin remained motionless. And the huge boxers that Yang Du hits are ground-breaking, like a giant ship on the sea breaking through the waves.
There was a stark contrast between the states of the two parties. Pei Junlin was like an old man floating on a small boat and fishing. That Yang Du, at this time, is like a general commanding thousands of troops on a void battleship.
The contrast between the two was enough to shock the world. No one thought that Pei Junlin would win, unless he was a fool.
The moment Yang Du punched, Fang Zhiqing suddenly stood up excitedly. And He An, who was sitting on the other side, also saw the clue, and also widened his eyes. The two of them discovered the unusual thing at the same time, but it was too late.
When Yang Du punched fiercely on the faint light curtain in front of Pei Junlin, the force he received was immediately reflected back, and all the overwhelming pressure was reflected back, causing Yang Du's arm to fracture on the spot.
The moment Yang Du let out a muffled snort, the ghost behind him, that is, the true spirit, unleashed that overwhelming power, which was also reflected back. Yang Du himself couldn't consume this power, so all the power was fed back to him. Yang Du's body.
Yang Du's whole body was like a torn piece of paper, his whole body was instantly torn apart. A blood mist appeared where he was standing, and Yang Du's body didn't even have dross left, and even his true spirit split apart in an instant.
This was a complete suicide. Yang Du killed himself, which seemed incredible to everyone, but He An and Fang Zhiqing saw the profound meaning in it.
"What kind of method is this?" Although the elders were quite shocked by Yang Du's death, they whispered to each other at this time.
The audience was completely silent at this time, except for a few people, most of them didn't react to the accident, and most of them were dazed, not knowing what happened.
"Could it be the legendary five-color divine light, how could such a treasure appear in his hands?" He An was shocked and greedy.
And Fang Ziqing, who was sitting not far from the river bank, showed shock, heartache and anger on his face. You must know that Yang Du was cultivated by him to the point where he is now, and I don't know how much effort he has spent on it.
Few people know that Yang Du was just a small groom beside Fang Zhiqing back then, and he was dedicated to driving flying spirit beasts for Fang Zhiqing. Such a small person was appreciated by Fang Zhiqing because of his sweet mouth and flattery. She guided and supported her along the way, and slowly came to where she is today.