Before Han Junhong could slash down with the Golden Spirit Sword, Ye Ling used his wind control technique, and seemed to draw an afterimage in the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye!
Han Junhong only felt a blur in front of his eyes. The golden spirit Zhankong inlaid with water essence stone couldn't help but be surprised!
"The sword is a good sword, but it's a pity for people? Hehe! It's still far from enough!"
Behind Han Junhong, Ye Ling's cold voice came, almost scaring him out of his wits!
Ye Lingzheng was casually looking at his special golden sword with his spiritual consciousness. He thoughtfully compared it with the Nan Sheng Sect's weapon refining drawings that he had read, and seemed to have some enlightenment.
Under the Tiandan Immortal Sect's arena, thousands of monks looked directly at each other. Which of the two was stronger and which was weaker? Just this one face-to-face decision was made.
Zi Shan, who was at the sixth level of Qi training, saw He Jingsheng and Su Qin beside her with their eyes wide open, looking at Ye Ling on the stage with admiration. She pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Haha! Are you dumbfounded? Brother Ye’s movement is so fast, I didn’t even see it clearly!”
"Yes! When I was in Qingzhuyuan, Brother Ye was the fastest runner. I always thought that his wind spirit root was outstanding, but later I found out that Brother Ye was a full spirit root monk and had eight kinds of spiritual roots. , the wind spirit root is not much higher! It’s just that he diligently practices the wind control technique, pays attention to his own speed and body skills, and works hard to make up for his shortcomings, which is why he has achieved what he has today!"
He Jingsheng sighed with emotion. Based on this alone, he felt ashamed.
Li Bao, who was standing on the other side, felt reassured when he saw his master easily dodge Master Han's wild python slashing technique and the golden snake's wild dance!
"It seems that the master's strength is also outstanding among the monks of the same level! Relying on the power of the Han family, Han Junhong thought he was so great, but it turned out to be nothing more than that! He didn't even catch the master's clothes, or even his shadow. You haven’t even seen it, yet you have such little ability as a sesame seed, and you still dare to scream at my lord?”
Li Bao was so angry that he immediately incited the inner disciples around him to start shouting under the ring: "Master Han! Your crazy python slashing technique and the golden snake dancing are really gorgeous! Let me wait for you to open your eyes. The vision seems to be just a trick, it’s pretty but useless!”
"Hahaha! Han Junhong, you can't even see the shadow of our Senior Brother Ye, come down as soon as possible! Don't embarrass yourself in the ring."
They all coaxed together, and Sun Erhu, who was among the outer disciples of Yaogu Sect, was not willing to be left alone and started shouting at the top of his voice.
"Tsk, tsk, fellow Taoists from Maple Bridge Town, come and see! The one in green robe and brocade is the eldest son of the Han family in the west of the city. He wants to challenge Senior Brother Ye Ling as soon as he enters the ring. Hehe, he is also at the peak of the ninth level of Qi training. In terms of cultivation, this gap is too big!"
Han Junhong, who was on the ring, was angry and his face turned blue and white. He was timid at first and didn't dare to act rashly, but now, in full view of everyone, he couldn't do anything without being cruel!
Han Junhong gritted his teeth and clenched the Golden Spirit Sword with both hands, spreading his consciousness with all his strength, and being extra cautious, making sure to hit it with one hit.
Seeing his nervous look, Ye Ling secretly laughed in his heart, and suddenly shot out the Shura Blood Blade, which immediately exuded a strong and sinister aura!
In the entire arena, all the late-stage Qi-training monks who were fighting in pairs were all frightened. They subconsciously looked at Ye Ling's Shura Blood Blade, and all gasped!
Han Junhong, who was extremely nervous, was the closest. He was almost frightened by the overwhelming and vicious aura, causing him to lose his balance and drop the golden sword. However, his calves were already trembling, and all his previous fierce energy was washed away by this aura. It's beyond cloud nine.
All the monks under the ring stared with wide eyes. They were all more attracted to Ye Ling's Shura Blood Blade, and they were filled with admiration:
"This broken blade, which is as red as blood, must have drank the blood of many monsters to have such a ferocious aura!"
"Han Junhong's Golden Spirit Sword inlaid with gold and jade, compared with Ye Ling's Blood Fiend Broken Blade, looks like a child's bamboo sword. It's not used to kill people, it's just a decoration!"
Even Liu Juntang, the elder of the Immortal Sect Jindan who was leading the challenge, nodded approvingly to the new disciple Ye Ling: "Strong men should wear this blade!"
Seeing Han Junhong's sweat dripping down, even the last bit of courage to take action was about to disappear.
Ye Ling said coldly: "If you don't take action, I will!"
Han Junhong's expression changed, and he suddenly flew backwards, took out a small purple bottle from his storage bag, and poured it into his mouth.
This little move of his could not escape the consciousness of Jindan Elder Liu Juntang, but Elder Liu did not stop him and just said lightly: "This kind of spiritual liquid is considered a pill with strong spiritual energy, and it has no effect on the changes in cultivation and combat power." You can take it if it affects you. Ye Xiaotu, you have to be careful."
Ye Ling nodded. There was no need to replenish mana to deal with Han Junhong!
Meng Chang under the ring also started shouting: "Brother Ye, don't give him time to swallow the spiritual liquid, let this kid also see your cutting skills!"
"Yes! Han Junhong wears the best equipment in vain, but he is so timid and cowardly as a mouse. Senior Brother beat him off the stage!"
Ye Ling smiled slightly: "Haha, since brothers want to see it, I will let you see it clearly, Luo Yue Zhan!"
As he spoke, Ye Ling moved, and Shura's blood blade slashed in the air, drawing an arc of a crescent moon!
Han Junhong was taken aback and hurriedly used the Golden Spirit Sword to parry.
Canglang!
The Golden Spirit Sword was broken into two pieces, and Luoyue Zhan's sword energy continued to slash at Han Junhong's third-level top-quality thin scale armor, breaking a shocking hole!
Han Junhong was almost scared to the point of flying out of his mind. He was about to take pictures of his storage bag and bring out a new magic weapon again. At this moment, Ye Ling's Fiery Fist arrived like a shadow!
A violent fire spirit blows towards your face with a fist shadow and a strong wind!
"Ah!" With a shrill scream, Han Junhong fell far out of the ring like a kite with its string broken.
The regenerative protective body completely shattered and saved his life, allowing him to recover from his injuries instantly the moment he passed through the arena formation light curtain.
However, Han Junhong fell out of the ring in an instant, which was unexpected. He fell heavily into the dust under the ring and fell into the mud.
Everyone laughed when they saw it, and Sun Erhu clapped his hands and said, "Tsk, tsk, the dignified eldest son of the Han family actually bowed to me. I can't bear such a great gift!"
With the help of the Han family's servants, Han Junhong rolled over in embarrassment, touched his chest, and pinched his face. After Han Junhong confirmed that there were no injuries, he turned back to look at the moon-white satin on the ring. The cold figure in the long gown can't help but feel frightened!
Li Bao's stomach was filled with bad water, and he mocked: "Haha, Senior Brother Ye Ling knocked him silly with this punch! He got up in disgrace, but his face was not red, and his heart was not beating, and he seemed to still have more to say! Why don't we invite him? After senior brother takes over the ring master, how about we come down and give him a good beating?"
