After tempering his arms to the golden essence state, Xu Taiping punched out against the rain of swords in the sky.

Just like before, the moment the fist was extended, hundreds of fist shadows suddenly appeared, and then they all hit the sky full of sword rain.

"boom!--"

In the huge collision mixed with thunder, Xu Taiping smashed hundreds of sword shadows with one punch.

But even so, there were still dozens of sword shadows guarding Du Ziyin.

After being shaken slightly by Xu Taiping's punch just now, he was seen stabbing at Xu Taiping again with the remaining dozens of sword shadows.

The power of the sword has not diminished at all.

Seeing this scene, Dugu Qingxiao frowned and shook his head:

"With the help of the immortal soldiers melting gold, the sword energy that Du Ziyin can mobilize is far higher than that of swordsmen at the same level. No matter how powerful the Taiping Great Sage Fist is, it will never be able to punch faster.

The speed at which Du Ziyin drew his sword."

Not only him, but most of the monks watching the battle at this moment thought so.

Just like Mu Yun and others from Guangling Pavilion in Juemingtian.

"It's too late for Xu Taiping to change his moves at this time. He is afraid that he will have to rely on his physical strength to absorb Du Ziyin's sword."

When he saw Du Ziyin withstand Xu Taiping's fist and continue to stab Xu Taiping with his sword without losing any strength, Mu Yun murmured with worry on his face.

"boom!"

Just as Mu Yun finished speaking, he heard a violent explosion of air coming from the spiritual mirror in front of him.

Immediately after, the pupils of Mu Yun, Ji Ye and Mu Yuchen dilated.

In the spiritual mirror, just when Du Ziyin was stabbing down with dozens of sword rains, Xu Taiping had already struck again.

He opened his fists for the first time and punched Du Ziyin's sword.

"boom!"

In the huge collision sound with the sound of shattering gold and stone, the sword shadow in front of Du Ziyin, which was condensed with flaming sword energy, was completely smashed by Xu Taiping's punch.

This scene made Mu Yun and others look horrified.

Because under normal circumstances, when a martial artist performs a decisive move, it often takes time to accumulate punching power and energy.

But at this moment, Xu Taiping's punch overturned the common sense in his mind and made the impossible become a reality.

"Zheng!"

At this time, a sword sound came from the spiritual mirror, awakening everyone watching the battle.

"It's not over yet!"

Following a roar, everyone took a closer look and saw Du Ziyin in the spiritual mirror suddenly pouring all his true energy into the molten gold of the fairy sword.

"boom!"

In an instant, the sword energy like a blazing flame surged out from the molten gold of the fairy sword again, covering Du Ziyin's entire body from top to bottom.

Immediately, Du Ziyin, who was enveloped by the flaming sword energy, shouted one word from his mouth with a ferocious face - "Death!"

"Roar!……"

At the moment when the word "death" was spoken, along with a roaring sound, Du Ziyin and the molten gold flying sword in his hand merged into one, and finally turned into a giant tiger condensed from the flaming sword energy.

, swallowed Xu Taiping in one gulp.

"boom!"

But in the blink of an eye, the giant flaming tiger that had swallowed Xu Taiping exploded open, leaving only Du Ziyin pushing the molten gold fairy sword through the air with his palm and stabbing Xu Taiping.

Facing Du Ziyin who was wielding the Molten Gold Immortal Sword, Xu Taiping did not dodge or dodge, but directly struck him with a powerful sage fist.

"Fighting immortal soldiers in the flesh? Is Xu Taiping crazy?"

Seeing this scene, Mu Yuchen could no longer remain calm and stood up.

But the next moment she stood up, there was a loud "bang" sound, and Xu Taiping used his fist to smash the molten gold fairy sword away with one punch.

"How is that possible? Is it possible that Xu Taiping's fist is harder than the Immortal Soldier?"

Mu Yuchen looked stunned.

"Zheng!"

As another sword sound sounded, Du Ziyin in the spiritual mirror seemed to be a little distrustful. He forcibly stabilized the molten gold fairy sword, pushed the flying sword with the palm of his hand again, and said sharply:

"I want to see how long your fists can last!"

In his opinion, if Xu Taiping dared to catch his flying sword with his fist, he must be trying to hold on and would not be able to hold on for long.

"Whoosh!"

As he spoke, the molten gold fairy sword pushed out by Du Ziyin from a distance, like a straight line of fire, stabbed Xu Taiping again.

But this time, Xu Taiping also raised his fist to meet the sword.

The difference was that the moment he punched, his originally golden fists suddenly turned purple-gold.

This is the highest state of the first level of the blood energy tempering technique, the Purple Gold state.

"boom!--"

With another loud noise, Xu Taiping's fist once again smashed the molten gold flying sword away.

"Crack!"
Chapter completed!